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sugoi-and-spice · 3 months

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Vox Relationship Headcanons

Time to strike the iron while the hyperfixation is HOT!

(I mean come ON . Look at this fucking evil dork. I love him).

SFW

It goes without saying that Vox is HUGE on appearances. He does not make his relationships public lightly. His brand as one of the V’s after all is perfection, and he’s not going to go out arm and arm with a person unless they know that.

That being said, especially given his on again off again relationship with Valentino, I could absolutely see him as being the type to fall for a hot mess.

A very different person with his partner in front of and behind the scenes. When the cameras are off, he’s warm, affectionate, and vulnerable. He’ll share his every insecurity with you, strip himself bare to the bone for you to love and comfort truly and honestly. And he’s an excellent listener too, always available to hold and talk through any problem you have. Your problems are his problems — you’ll work through them together.

When in the public eye however, he can be a downright prick — putting everything, and I do mean everything between you two on the backburner to keep up appearances. He will not hesitate to make jokes at your expense if it means his ratings will go up.

Fights with him are explosive. No, he’s not the type to lay a hand on you, but we’d be lying if we didn’t admit that he can scream at you within an inch of your life.

Words of Affirmation and Gift Giving are his primary love languages. Specifically, he needs words of affirmation and he loves to give gifts. And holy shit does he give the most uncomfortably lavish gifts. Diamonds, rolexes, new cars — no price is too high for his darling.

Surprisingly, he prefers home dates. Watching a movie on the couch or having a little game night with a bottle of wine. He does genuinely enjoy the authentic time you spend together and he wishes he could have more of it, so the more he can get of that private, intimate time together, the better.

And while he is a man of the future, so theoretically should like video games, I do think he has a certain soft spot for a good old-fashioned board game.

When it comes to video games though, he does tend to gravitate to phone games.

Vox is from the 1950’s so I do think he prefers a more nuclear family and relationship dynamic. He wants to bring home the bacon and have his partner ready to fry it up in a pan with a dirty martini ready and waiting for him. That being said, he is a man that always looks to the future as well, so he’s by no means above doing chores of his own. At the end of the day, this desire for more traditional relationship roles really comes from a place of needing to be doted on rather than any views he actually has about gender.

The man’s a sucker for a good massage from his partner. This wired up workaholic has knots that you can’t even imagine, so please, offer him a nice bankrupt at the end of the day. He’ll be sure to return the favor tenfold.

A very lovey-dovey drunk. Oh my GOD, he’s so touchy-feely and weepy and just all the y’s. You want a guaranteed cuddle-wuddle session? Load him up with a couple glasses of scotch — you’ll have those chords coiling around you.

And yes, his alcohol of choice is scotch. Scotch, dirty martinis, or a nice oaky chardonnay.

This man wants to get married. Yes, even if he is in hell, the idea of not having to worry about who his next lay or source of connection will come from, having someone that will stand by his side through thick and thin, a partner? Now that’d be the (after)life.

NSFW

BIG fucking praise kink. This man NEEDS you to stroke more than just his bod and his cock, he needs you to stroke his ego too.

“God you’re so good”, “FUCK, you’re so big”, “Nobody can make me feel this way but you, Vox”.

Don’t worry, it’s not just for his own ego. He loves to give praise as much as he receives it. This man is a TALKER in the sack.

“Fuck, fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. You’re so fucking good, just like thaaaaat.”

He’s also got a little bit of a degradation kink — but in general, it still feeds into stroking his own ego. Loves to tease and taunt his partner once in a while about what a horny little slut they are, how he loves to see them so desperate and pathetic. Asking his partner, “you’d have anyone right now, wouldn’t you?” just for them to assure him that no, nobody but him will do.

On that note, the man can dish out degrading dirty talk, but he can NOT fucking take it.

Very much a switch. Sure, he loves to fuck, but he’ll just as happily let his partner bend him over his own desk and fuck the shit out of him. A good orgasm is a good orgasm, his ego may be big, but not big enough to get in the way of that.

Big fan of bondage, both on his partner and himself. There are few sights better to him than seeing his partner bound and shibari’d in his own cord and wires, holy shit. But he’ll also never say no when his partner breaks out their own pair of fuzzy handcuffs for him.

He absolutely short-circuits when he cums, so watch out. Sometimes, if he cums hard enough, he may just zap you a bit so watch out.

Favorite position is seated cowgirl. He loves the way he can hold his partner close while ramming as deep into them as possible. Not to mention the fact that either one of them can take over control at any moment. He can thrust up, they can grind down — it’s just the best of all worlds. Not to mention you can do it from his desk chair.

On that note, he’s a big BIG fan of cockwarming.

LOTS of precum. This HD motherfucker is just a weepy mess.

I can’t explain why, but Vox just seems like an ass man to me.

He’s not necessarily a cuddler after, but he is something of a “savor the moment” kind of guy. He likes to lay in bed (or chair lol) with his partner for a good while afterwards, smoking a cigarette, reveling in some post-nut clarity conversation, just really taking in the moment. His life is so busy at all other times honestly, always looing and speeding to the future. Sex and post-sex are the times where he really does just like to stop and live in the moment.

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redcoralpot · 6 months

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U Malatu - Mike Schmidt x M! Reader

Summary: Mike gets a call back on the ad he had sent out for a new babysitter for Abby. While they were interested in the job, Mike was more than interested in them.

Warnings: NSFW content (masturbation), and mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1.55K

Notes: Consider this a gift for the gay Mike simps!!

Mike had expected nothing of it, really. He had paid a newspaper company a few dollars to display ads for a babysitter in their daily papers; a last ditch attempt before starting his new job at a local pizzeria. He was working the night shifts, and with his office being in the middle of a highly dangerous, abandoned building, he hesitated in bringing his little sister along. Abby was only ten years old– who knows what she would get into?

So, when his phone rang with a call from an unknown number, Mike immediately answered, “Hello?”

Radio silence from the other end. His mother always had warned him about spam.

His finger hovered over a red button, ready to end the call, when a noise froze any movement, “Um… are you Mike Schmidt?”

“Yeah, this is him.”

The caller cleared their throat, “Okay, so, I’m calling about a babysitting ad I saw at a local diner; I’m interested. Is it possible for us to meet there to discuss details?”

“Woah, hold on. What’s your name?” Mike questioned, folding his jacket over a chair.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside of Sparky’s at four o’clock. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Wait–” That was the only thing he could respond with before the line cut out, and his home screen went back to normal.

Suspicious. Maybe he should have gone a different route than dropping the opportunity of watching over a vulnerable child into just anyone’s hands, but it was too late to turn back now. Sparky’s was a public place, at least, so this person would not be able to hurt Mike without getting caught. If he got any weird feelings from them, he’d immediately call it off and go home.

Mike glanced at the oven clock, ticking away at time like it was nothing. Currently, it was only three, and the drive to the popular diner was only fifteen minutes away. Well, shit. He was too desperate to pass this up, not with the court constantly watching his back. Mike groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, dreading his first shift already.

He ended up needing that extra time to get Abby comfortable enough for him to leave, and oh, how stubborn she was. Mike had to carry her over his shoulder just to get her into her bedroom, where she had plenty of sensory toys and items to occupy herself with. Additionally, Mike had put extra care into making sure she had the opposite too, such as noise canceling headphones in case the neighbor decided to mow his lawn again. The last time he saw her, she was huddled up on her desk again, using crayons to draw scribbly pictures of her imaginary friends. Yeah, imaginary. They weren’t real, as much as Abby claimed they were.

By the time he had gotten in the car, started it, and driven to Sparky’s, he was five minutes late. Yet, from his windshield, he could see a man in a quirky uniform sitting outside the main doors. Mike couldn’t see the details of the stranger– he needed to get his eyes checked– but he witnessed them flinch at the sound of his car door slamming. As he approached, the man jumped up with a sparkle in their eye, and held out a hand.

“Mike Schmidt?”

He didn’t shake it, causing the hand to fall awkwardly to your side, “Yeah.”

“Uh, anyways, I saw your ad. The diner hands out a paper full of ads with their menus, you see, and yours caught my eye.”

“You mentioned that.”

The man had a lopsided grin on his face, and you chuckled; the sound sent a spark up Mike’s spine, “Yes, yes I did. I make decent money, but I’m also looking for a bit of a side job too. Babysitting was on the top of my list, ‘cause I love kids.”

“Do you have any actual experience with it?”

“I was a babysitter for my first job in highschool,” he rambled, “my favorite kid was a little boy from a local daycare. His mom said he got diagnosed with autism and she needed extra help taking care of him during the evenings. He was a delight!”

“Why did you stop?”

“Ah, it’s a shame. Fritz, the little guy, was one of the kids that went missing at a pizzeria a while back. His mom was never the same after that, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t there.” You shuffled closer to the doors, shoulders tense.

“A pizzeria?”

You shrugged, “It got shut down soon after that. I guess when a couple of kids disappear into thin air in a restaurant, parents aren’t keen on bringing their children there anymore.”

Mike opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but you stopped him, “Listen, I gotta go, this was my break. You have my number, right?”

He nodded, and you replied with your pinky and thumb sticking out of a fist, held to your ear. Mike watched as you disappeared into the diner, curiosity and another, more unknown feeling creeping up his chest. He remembered it so well, looking back on it.

Nowadays, Abby loves you. Mike could lean on the doorway, and a smile would tug on the corners of his lips as he watched you make shapes with your hands. A light was set in her room specifically for this purpose, as the shadows cast would mimic whole storylines. His little sister would view it in glee; the tales always accompanied by voice acting, your doing. Mike even started, in the back of his mind, to prefer the idea of spending the night like that instead of in front of a collection of security cameras. He observed your hands, how your body moved, your face, and more embarrassingly, your lips.

Mike studied how gentle and sickeningly sweet your voice was when you praised Abby, but also the stern expression that played in your eyes when she misbehaved. You would glance up at him sometimes, the manner still stained, and a heady feeling would slam into his brain. The experience always only lasted a few seconds, when his little sister would grumble again, and you were pulled back towards her. Frankly, there were times when Mike wished you would continue, though he’d never admit it. He pushed it down with everything else.

Alas, that can only work for so long– a man has needs. Those needs surface at the worst possible time, and for Mike, that was on his endless night shift at the pizzeria. He cursed under his breath, feeling his dick straining against his jeans. The feeling of your hand manhandling him out of his own front door was imprinted on his shoulder, even if his uniform vest covered it. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as his eyebrows scrunched together.

“F-fuck.” He whispered.

His seat shook as Mike shifted in it, fidgeting, unable to focus on the bright screens on his desk. The more he tried ignoring it, the more depraved thoughts infected his head. A finger trailed up the seam of his pants, his breath hitching, where it finally landed on the button holding it all together. Mike bit his lip and unbuttoned it, a whine escaping him as he palmed himself.

He imagined it was you that was doing it, your strong palm cupping his crotch as easily as you did a mug at home. He snaked fingers into his boxers, sliding himself out of the top, and rested his forehead against the wood under the cameras. His dick twitched at the movement, and he brushed against the tip. Mike huffed as he slid his hand down, and then up, repeating; spreading precum as it came out. What else could you do with that strength?

Could you manhandle him on his hands and knees? You could, he knew, and you would trail your hands down his body. So very gentle, so very kind, for what you were about to do. You could hold his hips still to prevent him from thrusting up into your hand, as he whimpered in complaint. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he felt the stickiness grow in his hand; you could call him the most pathetic things and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. A pet, a slut, a little whore.

Mike let out a quiet moan, “Please…”

He’d face away from you as you thrust your own against his cock, not even earning the privilege to look at you. You would treat him as only a toy to use, whenever, and however you wanted. His ass would be red from how hard your skin slapped against his; the sting only sending down zaps of pleasure. You wouldn’t even bother taking off your own clothes, only his.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you’d grunt.

That same heady feeling slammed into Mike again, but this time was different– this time it was accompanied by a white flash in front of his eyes. His body seized upwards, drool smearing against the desktop. The guard felt warmth drip down his palm, onto his pants and the floor. For the first time in what felt like forever, he let out a deep, shaky breath.

The stain was going to be hard to explain.

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glassartpeasants · 2 months

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I was doing a writing warm-up and made this piece. I kinda like it and might make a fic series about it if anyone is interested. Also, I call Kid 'Eustass' in this because it felt right for some reason?

Eustass Kid/ Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

warnings: Angst, small amount of blood, cheating, slut shaming maybe? Modern Au

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“Does he think I’m a fucking idiot?! Does he think I can’t see the way his eyes follow girls’ asses as they walk by?” Gripping the edge of the bathroom sink, you struggle to hold back tears as you talk to your best friend on the other line.

“What am I doing wrong (....)? I’ve done everything right! I gave him all of me, and he’s out here eyeing other women!”

“That’s just the way he is (Y/N). I tried to warn you about him. You can’t change someone who doesn’t want to change.” You bite your lip as your body shakes. Emotion overwhelmed you to the point you could no longer hold back tears.

“I don’t understand. He told me he loved me and that he couldn’t imagine a life without me. He made me a matching ring to his. He promised me that his playboy days were over…”

“Well, if he’s staring at other girls, then obviously he broke his promise.”

~~~

You're feeling a lot more numb than you thought you would. At first, you thought you’d be yelling, crying, and screaming. Asking him why? But now that you're actually hearing his moans along with an unknown woman's echoing in your shared bedroom, no tears fall from your eyes.

Maybe your heart and mind were mentally and emotionally ready for this. There were many signs he was starting to stray. Staring at other women, no longer being affectionate in public, you even saw him take off his ring once. He hasn’t done it again, but that was the last straw your heart could take when you tried to ignore the signs.

You should've known it’d end like this. He’s been a fuck boy all throughout high school and college. Slithering his way into vulnerable hearts and crushing them without a care about the people he’s heart. How you’ve been friends with him for so long and knowing what he was doing was something you criticized yourself for.

While you weren’t best friends during high school and college, you both always had a class together. The two of you just ended up talking during each of them. Well, him hitting on you and you always telling him that you rather swim in hell’s flames than get with him. All throughout high school and college, he’d do this. In a way, you said no to avenge all the hearts he’s broken. But once college started, you accidentally started growing feelings for the idiot. Yet, you still said no until graduation day. He came up to you with a bouquet of roses made of metal that he made in shop class. Every rose was made individually, letting you pluck one out and hold it in your hands. Everyone in said class said he’d been working on it forever. Throwing away and remaking it more times than anyone could count. All to make sure it was perfect. It was then that you finally said yes. No one had done anything so thoughtful for you before.

But when you told your best friend the news, she wasn’t happy.

“What?!”

“Listen, I know it sounds stupid-”

“That’s because it is stupid (Y/N)! We both know his past and how he still was before you agreed to go out with him! How are you sure he isn’t gonna do the same shit to you?!”

“He’s been asking me for years and actually made me this metal bouquet of flowers. Aren’t they beautiful, though?” Showing her the flowers, you watch her sigh.

“What happens when he breaks your heart? What will you do then?” You were silent as you looked away from her. Her hands go to your shoulders, and it makes you look at her.

“I just don’t want you crying over someone like him. I’m just worried about you, okay?”

“I know. Thank you for watching out for me. I’m going to give him a chance. Maybe he’s ready to grow up? But if I get my heart broken. Then you’ll get to say, ‘I told you so’.” Laughing at the last part, you pull (.....) into a hug and enjoy how you could always rely on her to be by your side.

Your eyes caught the metal bouquet on the kitchen table. The sun hit it just right to where it shined in your eyes. Furrowing your brows, an immediate disgust came over you as you looked at them. The one thing that had you thinking he’d changed was laughing at you and calling you a fool for falling for it.

Turning away from the bedroom door, you carefully and quietly walked to the metal sculpture. You pull one of the roses out from the vase they resided in and look at it. You twirled it with your fingers before gripping it tightly. Using your other hand, you encase the metal rosebud with the palm of your hand before twisting it harshly.

The sharp metal cut into your hand as you ripped off the rose head. A small hiss escaped you, yet you continued. Putting down the first destroyed rose, you move on to the second one. Then the third, fourth, fifth, until every single rose had been ripped apart. By the time you were finished, the stems of the flowers were scattered across the kitchen table, as well as the blood-covered roses. A good representation of a broken heart if you say so.

You could still hear the moans coming from the bedroom, and the more you listened and paid attention, the more you swore you recognized the tone of voice. Tip-toeing to the door, you place your ear against the wood. Taking a few seconds, you listen carefully to try to pinpoint who it could be.

“Eustass~”

As soon as the words were heard, you felt your world shatter. That was (.....)’s voice. That was (.....) in there fucking your boyfriend. And your boyfriend was cheating on you with your best friend. The two people you cared about the most stabbing you in the back. It’s even worse knowing that (.....) was cheating on her own boyfriend, Trafalgar Law. The smartest person you’ve ever met. He was valedictorian in high school and had the highest grades in college. He's now a world known respected doctor who’s saved so many lives. Everything he’s done, and this is what happens to him? How could Eustass and (.....) pull this on you and Law?

A rage washed over you as soon as you heard her moan his name again. Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you unlock it and call Law. You thankfully had his number after a project you guys did together a month before college ended, and you just never remembered to delete it.

“Come on, Law. Pick up.” Whispering, you cross your fingers.

“(Y/N)-ya? Why are you-”

“I really need you to stay on the line, okay? I’m going to facetime you now, alright?”

“What? Why? (Y/N)-ya, I have to go back to work-”

“(.....)’s cheating on you with my boyfriend right now as we speak. Don’t believe me? Listen!” You put your phone against the door, and all you heard was silence on Law’s side of the phone. A groan of (.....)’s name leaving Eustass’s mouth finally made you snap.

“That’s it!” Busting open the door, your met with a half-naked Eustass and a very naked (.....).

“Shit (Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)! It’s not what it looks like!” Clutching your phone tightly in your hand, you finally feel your anger bubble over.

“Don’t pull that shit with me! If your gonna be a backstabbing whore at least admit it! Fucking my boyfriend?! The boyfriend you hated?! Did you just want to fuck him the whole time?! How long has this been going on?!” You watched as (.....) scrambled to get her clothes on, and Eustass pushed his dick back in his pants.

“This is the only time it’s happened, I swear!”

“This is all an accident (Y/N), okay? I promise-”

“Oh, so your dick accidentally found its way into her? I don’t believe that for a second! And don’t tell me about your bullshit promises!” You can feel the cut on your hand finally start to sting as blood starts to puddle against the floor. The cut must have been much deeper than you originally thought.

“You're bleeding! (Y/N) are you okay?!-”

“Oh, don’t act like you care (.....)! If you actually cared, you wouldn’t be fucking my boyfriend in my bed! If you actually had a fucking heart, you wouldn’t have cheated on Law either!” The mention of Law's name has a look of horror appear on (.....)'s face.

“Please don’t tell him (Y/N)! I love him, and I don’t want him to leave me!”

“I’m breaking up with you.” (.....)’s face dropped when she realized Law heard everything. Tears start pouring down her face.

“That makes two of us.” You take off the ring Eustass gave you before walking over to (.....) Plopping it into her hand, you look at her with hatred and a disgusted smile.

“Obviously, this was meant for you since he loves you so much he can’t stop saying your name.” You grab the bag you left by the bedroom door before turning around and start to collect things around the apartment that you need.

“I’ll make sure to tell the landlord that my name’s off the lease and that I’ll gather my things tomorrow morning.” Holding everything you could gather at the moment, you make your way to the front door.

“Where do you think you're going?!” You feel Eustass grab your wrist and bring you closer to him. Looking into his eyes, you see panic, fear, and anger swirling around in them.

“Leaving, obviously! I’m not gonna stay and shatter my heart more after seeing a man I loved, wanted to marry even, fucking my now ex-best friend.” The panic grew more evident as he pulled you to his chest. Both arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t leave.

“You can’t leave, alright! I know I fucked up, but please, let’s talk about this. She means nothing to me! She’s just some slut-”

“A slut you fucked knowing you were taken.” Tears started spilling from your eyes as you felt him hold you closer.

“Why? Why would you do this to me? Why’d you say you loved me when you out fucking my best friend? How dare you hold me close and act like the stench of sex and her perfume isn’t surrounding you?”

“I’m outside in the car (Y/N).” Hearing Law’s voice shocked you as you remember you never hung up on him. He was so quiet, and you heard nothing on the other side of the line. Having him even show up was surprising, but you weren’t gonna throw away this opportunity to get away from Eustass and (.....).

“Alright, be right there-”

“No, she won’t! Fuck off, Trafalgar, and take your bitch with you!” Eustass grabbed your phone and hung up before throwing your phone on the couch.

“Eustass! Are you-” You feel one of his hands push your head to his. His lips met yours, and you could feel the urgency in his kisses.

“Please don’t…leave me…” Kissing your between words only had your heart shattering more. How could he kiss you like he loves you after pulling a stunt like this?

It took almost everything inside you not to dig your fingers into his hair and kiss him back. You wanted it all to be a dream and that when you woke up, you’d be sleeping against his chest.

Putting your hand against his bare chest, you feel his bare skin against your open wound. It made him pull away from his panicked kisses when he felt your bloody hand on his chest.

“Jesus (Y/N)! What happened?!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Stay here, I’m grabbing bandages!” Letting you go, you see him rush to the bathroom. Taking this chance, you grab your phone and start running out the door. Anything you can carry in tow, you run down the stairs as you hear (.....) scream your name and Eustass yelling at you to stop.

But who was he to tell you what to do?

Bursting out the apartment complex’s door, you see Law’s car parked waiting for you. Using all your strength, you run as fast as you can. Grabbing the car door, You swung it open before slamming it shut. Everything you brought with you on your lap.

“Drive!” Wasting no time, Law stomps on the gas, and as you see Eustass run out of the apartment, watching you and Law drive away.

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If you guys do want this to be an actual fic series, let me know cause this concept is quite interesting to me.

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melehound · 9 months

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141 + König giving you aftercare! AFAB READER!

Kyle “gaz” Garrick

Has baby wipes in his bedside drawer so he doesn’t have to walk to the bathroom

He takes his time wiping up the mess he left soft and tender without fail every single time even if you fell asleep after he’s prying those legs apart and cleaning up (he doesn’t want you to drip and stain his linen 💀)

He also takes pregnancy seriously he doesn’t want to get you pregnant if that isn’t the plan (he was raised with MANY siblings) so he doesn’t let the baby batter marinate inside for long on the rare occasion that he doesn’t pull out or wear a condom so he cleans you up thoroughly

After he always prefers to shower with you but if your too tired he’ll just lay there with you pouty because he feels all sweaty

John price

So he never pulls out after just one round he just rests against you until he’s ready again

If he continues with that formula you both end up falling asleep together after a while so the only aftercare your getting is cuddling together with cum running down your thighs

But if you use the safe word and you just don’t feel like it he’ll pull out and clean you up and takes you to the bath while you lay in between his legs while he washes and holds you price is such a sap 😭

He just sits there holding you until you say it’s time to get out and then he takes you out

John “soap” mactavish

He definitely takes a minute before finally pulling out he just kinda sits there inside you for a minute after sex like :)

But when he finally pulls out and stumbles to the bathroom to get something to help you he trips over shit before finally making it to the bathroom and grabbing some toilet paper and wiping you up before falling dead asleep on your chest (sex makes him sleepy)

He tries his best but he’s just tired especially because he really likes giving you more than one orgasm he wants to make sure your out just as cold as he is when he’s done

Simon “ghost” Riley

Most the time he tries to wear a condom but even if he does wear a condom he likes to clean you up anyway it’s to show he cares

He puts more emphasis on holding you after (more like you holding him) he likes to lay his head on your stomach or boobs with your hands in his hair

Sex is a very intimate act for him and he’s vulnerable after it’s like mutual aftercare when you guys hold each other :( He is usually very quiet after he’s just so emotionally exhausted afterwards but he’s happy and content with holding you

König

Instead of wiping he prefers to take you to the bath and clean you up fully and you both are pretty squished in the bath because he’s so huge so you don’t really have a choice but to lay on him in the bath

He actually likes to wash your hair and put on your body wash and lotion

He also finds sex to be very vulnerable for him especially because he loves you so much he just wants to make it good for you and if that includes cleaning you up then he’s more than happy to do it :)

((✿: I think I might start writing for Valeria shes so hot Oml 😭 AND WTF MY PERIOD HC POST IS GETTING SO MUCH LOVE THANK YOU!!! 🙏))

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tulipsforvin · 23 days

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Can i request for moriarty the patriot character x reader with stoic face but have a sensitive heart (emotionally)

This is my first time requesting so please forgive me if iam writing my request wrong ( ; ω ; )

✧ a/n: i feel so honoured ?? thnx for requesting !! i'm writing hc's for a few since your request was a little vague (but that's totally fine ♡)

✧ characters: albert, william, moran with —

A STOIC-FACED BUT EMOTIONAL S/O (gender neutral)

✦ ALBERT JAMES MORIARTY

· albert had first assumed you were tough due to your straight face that never seemed to falter — until he happened to witness you crying because someone rudely told you to quit 'glaring'; even if it was just the facial expression you always carried.

· ever since then, the man has been pretty protective about you. he feels the need to shield you from people that assume you're simply mean just because your face doesn't showcase a lot of other emotions.

· he finds it adorable. it's an endearing trait of yours. it's really cute to him how you're able to feel so much inside even though it might not show on your face.

· whenever some of those other faces do slip past that stoic expression of yours; albert does nothing but fawn over you. and i mean extravagant fawning.

✧ he's grinning from ear-to-ear, starting into your eyes. “my, you're so adorable i might just gobble you up right this moment.”

✦ WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY

· william, also like his older brother, finds you endearing. he often holds a poker face but has a kind, soft heart inside of him — you are similar to him in that sense, which makes him feel like the two of you are a match made in heaven.

· when he first told you about all that he had been through; his regrets, pains and journeys that lead him to the life that he currently leads, you'd ended up practically wailing infront of him. he chuckled a little when you began to babble words of comfort and patted him on the back to him in tears when really, by the looks of it, he should be the one comforting you.

· after that time, he's felt infinitely more closer and infinitely more affectionate towards you. there's just something about your emotional vulnerability that makes his heart swoon for you, that makes him want to hold you tight and never let go.

· he is impressed that your face can look composed even if a thousand feelings may be simmering underneath you; he thinks it's a wonderful asset you have. but he won't allow you to hide what you feel when you're with him.

✧ he pushes back a strand of stray hair behind your ear, “dear, i will always take care of you no matter what expression you have on your face and what you may be feeling inside. you can trust me.”

✦ SEBASTIAN MORAN

· this man is confused on so many different levels. how can you feel so much when you initially looked like you were ready to fold him when the two of you first met? it's startling to him, really.

· moran first found out about how soft and emotional you can really be when he was arguing with you — watching tears drop from your eyes made him flinch. it's safe to say he has never, ever raised his voice with you since.

· moran will try to start a fight with those who are trying to hurt you or are saying something bad or mean about / to you.

· when he's trying to comfort you, he's obviously trying to play it cool. he'll get you your favourite drink or your favourite food and then make a promise to you about beating up whoever made you feel upset.

✧ he subtly nudges your favourite drink against your cheek as you're slumped down against the floor, back against the wall and chest hugging your knees. “i don't know who made you cry but i'm going to beat the shit out of whoever did this to you.”

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sebastian moran #william james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #sebastian moran x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty x you #albert james moriarty x you #sebastian moran x you

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kaeyx · 7 months

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Haha more Yan!Chuuya

Except this time you're perfectly okay with being kidnapped (let's be honest if it was him we'd all be chill with it)

A groan snaps him out of his thoughts and Chuuya leans closer, watching as your face screws up and you grimace. He can imagine you have a pretty bad headache, what with all the shit still in your system. You sniff and blink your eyes open, one hand reaching up to rub them and making him swim into view.

He sits next to you, watching as you sleep, holding your hand. It had been so, so easy, it worried him. What if the person slipping you that drug hadn't had good intentions? Chuuya shudders at the thought. You'd been so vulnerable, so exposed... he was so lucky. You hadn't been snatched up by someone else, someone who could hurt you.

"Chuuya?" You groan, moving to get up.

"Yeah, it's me. Don't move too much, I've got painkillers." A hand on your shoulder guides you back onto the pillows of his bed, and he hands you the promised paracetamol which you take gladly.

"What... where am I?"

His heart seizes. You're just so beautiful, turning to him for help and advice, lying in his bed, in his room; Chuuya wishes he could keep this moment forever. But there's also dread in his stomach. What does he tell you? How does he explain what he's done?

You sit up and he doesn't stop you, hearing the clink of the manacle on your ankle. The sound stops, and he knows you've seen it too.

"Chuuya.....can I leave?"

He chews the inside of his cheek, unable to look you in the eye. "I can't let you do that."

There's silence for a few long seconds, only interrupted by the heart hammering wildly in his ears. Will you yell? Hit him? Beg for him to let you go? Chuuya knows he'd deserve it. He feels the bedsheets shift as you draw your knees to your chest, and braces himself.

"And...." your voice is neutral, tentative, "you'll take care of me?"

"Always," he promises immediately, looking back up at you without even considering what expression you might be wearing. "I promise."

You're chewing the inside of your mouth, brows drawn together in a pretty little frown. Chuuya wishes he could kiss the worry off your face, he wishes there was another way to guarantee you wouldn't be ripped away from him. Your throat bobs and you reach out, tentatively, fingers brushing against his cheek.

"You'll keep me. You'll stay with me?" Chuuya can practically hear the gears turning in your head. Your skin feels so nice against his. He wonders why you're not yelling yet.

"Yes," he responds, quiet, heart in his throat.

"You could have just asked."

Chuuya laughs, a little hysterical. "Yeah no problem! Mind if I kidnap you and keep you locked up so nobody can hurt you?"

You laugh too, a sound he'd been so ready to never hear again, tugging on the front of his shirt. He leans forward and lets his elbows rest on the bed, looking up at your smile. It's even better up close.

With another tug and a muffled moan of surprise your lips meet his, one of your hands sliding into his hair and grabbing a fistful of the auburn strands. Chuuya whines, giving in to the impulse to throw his arms around your hips and dragging himself as close to you as he can, heat spearing through his stomach as he feels you groan into his mouth. Barely pulling back he swings a leg up onto the bed and across yours, settling on top of you as he chases your lips again, hands grasping at your shoulders and waist.

You let your hands fall onto the pillow, looking up at him in breathless excitement. His hands grasp yours, threading your fingers together and pressing them against your chest. His hair is falling in thick waves around his face, pink covering his face, and he's panting a little.

"Please tell me it's real," you breathe.

Chuuya laughs, leaning down again. "I could say the same thing."

#chuuya.bsd #chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya #yandere chuuya x reader #SORRY IF THE PACING IS OFF I MADE THIS IN ONE GO

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bravo4iscool · 6 months

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the sacrifice (simon „ghost“ riley x reader)

soft!simon, angst with happy ending, happy (open) end, technically gn!reader, love confessions, fluff, angst, dumbass!simon, medic!reader, (ooc!simon)

Ghost goes back to ignoring you after he left the med bay and he hates himself for it. He doesn‘t want to ignore you but he can‘t allow himself to be weak. He needs to be strong, he can‘t afford to be vulnerable.

or, you’re the medic for tf 141 but ever since you killed someone in action to protect yourself and ghost he‘s ignoring you.

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„You killed for me.“

„I did.“

„Don‘t ever do that again.“ Ghost looks at you with piercing eyes and you swallow. You want to answer, ask him why he was being so cold and distant but he just stands up, clutching his shoulder.

„Ghost…“ you sigh. „I was just about to check your shoulder and leg. Sit down again. I can‘t let you leave like that,“ you explain but he shuts you up with his gaze.

„You’re not the only medic here, are you?“ he replies and you’re taken aback by that. Yes, you weren’t the only doctor on base but you were assigned specifically to the 141. Why did he want to search for another one?

„That is right but-“

He interrupts you, „I will find another one.“ With that he limped out of the room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

You stare at the open door, still not really processing what just happened. Normally you and Ghost were good, you never had any problems. What the fuck was going on with him now?

„Ghost to Mama. You copy?“ Your head shoots up as you heard your Lieutenant‘s voice. You scramble to get a grip on your radio.

„Here Mama. Copy,“ you reply, ready for anything. You were currently in a hideout not far from the actual fight going on. You were on standby in case something went south. Sounds like it did.

„I’m hit. Need ya here.“ Ghost answers and you tense. You stand up, already fastening the straps of your gear around you.

„Copy. Send me your location. I‘m Oscar Mike.“

„Roger that.“

And gone you were. You left the hideout, carefully clutching your rifle. While you had weaponry training you weren’t as good as the boys of the 141, obviously.

It was enough to survive though.

You scan your surroundings, quickly glancing at your watch. A red dot appears on the digital map. Lord, how thankful you were for those digital watches. Made things a lot easier.

You carefully moved forward, your rifle lifted, ready to engage if needed. The way to Ghost thankfully wasn‘t that long, so you‘d soon wouldn‘t be alone anymore.

„Ghost? How copy?“ you ask after a couple minutes, making sure he didn‘t pass out on you.

„Fucking shit,“ comes the fast reply. You need to suppress a chuckle at his gruff voice. He sounded mad, annoyed even.

„How bad is it? Can you walk?“ you want to know, your body on high alert. You didn't want to order a medevac. Ghost hated that. Made him feel weak you found out. He always wanted to be the imitating, unbreakable Lieutenant Simon „Ghost“ Riley.

Bullshit, if he‘d ask you. Everyone had a weak side, even him, so why didn‘t he want to show it?

„Wouldn’t say I can walk,“ his voice sounds through your earpiece and you groan. That meant medevac. How funny. He‘d be pissed at you for at least a week. How amazing.

„Sounds like medevac to me,“ you respond, your body jerking to the right as you notice a movement. It was a bird. You take a deep breath to calm down. „You think you can make it to rendezvous spot with my help?“

“If you get me outta here first,” he grunts through the comms and you think about the worst.

“What do you mean?” you ask, almost at his location. Only a couple more meters. Before he could answer you saw something beneath a destroyed building move.

Was that Ghost? Fucking hell!

You quicken your steps, eyes roaming around for any possible enemy hideout. “Ghost?” you ask, also through the comms, hoping to get an answer.

“Yea,” you hear his quiet but deep voice beneath the rubble and you let out a relieved breath. You crouch down beside him, pushing your rifle behind your back.

“Do I wanna know how you ended up here?” you mumble, trying to get a picture of the current situation. There was a concrete block on his shoulder and you knew it would be hell to get it off him but you needed to. And you noticed his blood soaked pants. He probably was shot or stabbed in the leg. You couldn’t call for the others right now. Not, when they almost eliminated the target.

Ghost doesn’t answer and you know he doesn’t because he was saving his strength. You recognise that with a nod.

“I will take a look at your leg first,” you let him know, unpacking your first aid kit. “Then we’ll get this fucking piece of concrete of your shoulder. Sounds good?” You glance at him and you notice a slight nod.

“Well, then let’s go,” you say to yourself, quickly getting to work.

“Fuck this shit,” you curse as you remove the last piece of rubble from Ghost. You were panting, your hair falling in front of your eyes. “I wasn’t trained for this shit,” you mumble, once again unpacking your first aid kit to look at his shoulder. He didn’t say a word.

“You really need to stop getting shot,” you mumble, trying to clean the wound as good as possible without ripping his clothes. You did fast and good work and only moments later the wound was cleaned and dressed.

“Can you stand up?” you ask him, gripping his healthy arm already. “Come on big boy,” you grunt as you pull him up, trying to steady him with your body. It was harder than you thought.

“Medevac will be easier if we go to the rendezvous point. They have better access there.” You look at him as you explain and you can’t help but notice how slack his body looks. Like he would collapse any moment.

And then, he did. He pulls your body down with him as his legs give out. A surprised yelp leaves your mouth and you try to stand up as soon as possible.

“No, no, no!” you curse. “Don’t get unconscious now!” You remove his arm from your shoulder, turning him on his side. Then you take his face in your hands to take a look at his eyes. They were closed. Shit!

You stood up, positioning yourself above him, a leg on either side of his upper body. Then you reached for your comms.

“Mama to HAVOC. Do you copy?” You almost anxiously wait for an answer. “Urgent medevac required. Ghost is down and unconscious. Transmitting location coordinates now,” you tell them, your eyes scanning your surroundings.

After they assure you the heli will be there any minute you try to contact the others of the team.

“Mama to Bravo Six, how do you copy?” No answer.

“Mama to Soap, you copy?” No answer.

You don’t even bother to try and contact Gaz. If the others didn’t answer he wouldn’t too. You curse again and take a look at Ghost. He was still unconscious but at least he was breathing regularly.

You raise your head again, pulling your rifle from your back. Who knows. Maybe you’d need it…

You made sure to take a look behind your back every once in a while. Always watch your six. Ghost almost beat that into you once you started to go to the field with them.

Then, suddenly you hear something. You raise your rifle, scanning the abandoned buildings in front of you. You really didn’t wanna engage with any tangos. You were just a doctor…

You tried again to reach Price of Soap, Gaz even but they didn‘t answer, so your only option was to engage if you would be attacked.

You were looking down at Ghost again, praying that he‘d just stand up and say that it all was a joke and he was actually fine but you knew he didn‘t do stuff like that. Especially on missions.

„I swear to God Ghost if I kill someone today it‘s on you,“ you mumble, once again turning around to look behind you. Then you heard a shuffling sound. You yanked around, greeted by a tango running in your direction.

He was holding a hand grenade and you needed to make a short process. You raise your rifle and fire two precise shots. The man drops dead to the ground. You let out a shaky breath.

You leave your position above Ghost, hurrying over to the now dead man, taking away his gun and the grenade. You were lucky he didn‘t have it activated already.

You try to reach Price again or ask when the evac will arrive but then you see another tango running into your direction, hiding behind a brick of concrete.

„Oh fuck off,“ you curse, firing a couple of shots but he stayed hidden. Before you could fire another round you heard Price call your name.

„Mama? You okay?“

„Yea, just need a bit of help!“ you answer, more than glad that your Captain was finally there.

Ghost doesn’t talk to you for at least a week. You’re surprised when he shows up someday to ask you for pain killers.

You hand them to him, curiously eying him. “Is everything alright?” you ask him, leaning against your desk.

He only nods at you and you sigh.

“Well, then. Good luck with the next mission,” you force a smile at him. „I won‘t be tagging along since I have some important patients I need to keep an eye on,“ you quickly explain, not that he‘d care…

„Mhh,“ he simply nods and turns around to leave. You feel tears burning in your eyes. Why was he being like that? You’ve always been friends with him and joked around 24/7. So, why was he so distant towards you? You saved his life! Was that scratching on his ego the wrong way or what? You didn‘t know what to think anymore…

A familiar voice rips you out of your thoughts. You look up and see a soldier walking into your office.

„Lance Corporal Walker, how can I help you?“ You forcibly smile at the young soldier approaching you. He returns your smile.

„Hey Doc. Everything fine with the Lieutenant?“ he asks, looking into the direction Ghost left. You suppress a sign, nodding.

„Nothing to worry about.“ You push yourself away from the edge of the table, walking over to lay opposite of it. „Another wound I need to stitch up?“ you then ask, trying to redirect the topic of the conversation.

Walker laughs, sitting down on the lay. „Not exactly. I think I may have strained my shoulder,“ he explains, pointing towards his shoulder with his head.

„I believe that‘s a task for your physiotherapist, not me, no?“ You lightly chuckle, putting on gloves anyway.

„Maybe“, he smirks. „But I like you more than Markus. He‘s always so rough with me.“

„You're in the military Walker. You should be used to it,“ you laugh, instructing him to take off his shirt.

„I know, I am. But that doesn‘t mean I like it.“ He grins at you, his eyes quickly drifting to your lips. You don‘t notice that and continue examining his shoulder.

„Jesus, what did you do?“ you look up at him with shock. „Your muscles are far too tense!“ You let go of his shoulder, stripping off your gloves. „This will take a lot of PT…“

He groans in annoyance and puts his shirt back on. „So Markus it is?“ he asks, stretching his neck.

„Jup,“ you answer, pulling out his file to note his visit and your diagnosis. „I’ll call him as soon as possible so you can schedule your appointments with him“.

„Can I also schedule an appointment with you?“ he says with a hint of something in his voice and you freeze. What was he trying right now?

„You have another injury?“ you try to play dumb, turning around to look at him, file still in your hands. He smirks at you, closing the distance between you two. You take a step back.

„Nah,“ he shakes his head. „But there's a good place in town where the food‘s immaculate…“ his voice drops and he tries to cage you in against your desk.

„Stop it,“ you tell him in a firm voice, pushing him away. „I won‘t go out with you and you should know that.“ You walk towards the door of your office and open it. „Please leave now, Markus will contact you about your PT.“

“Come on Doc,” Walker almost whines and you want to laugh at how pathetic he’s being. “Just one dinner,” he continues to try but you shake your head.

“I said no and it’ll stay that way. Besides, I have someone waiting for me at home,” you say, keeping the fact that it was actually your dog from him.

As long as you had your husky, Nala, you were fine, you didn’t need anyone else. Except for that somebody…

Walker only snorts and walks past you. “If you ever change your mind, let me know.” He winks and leaves. You take a deep breath, closing the door behind you.

You’d always liked Walker in a way but you should’ve known that he’d take it the wrong way. They all did…

You’re woken up by a harsh and loud knock. You groan as you curse and roll out of bed. Who the fuck decided to knock on your door at—you check your bedside talke clock—freaking 2 AM?

You quickly throw on a hoodie—under frequent knocking—before you rip open your door.

You’re about to throw a tantrum but then you see who stands in front of your door. It’s Soap, covered in blood, his chest heaving from heavy breaths.

“Soap! Is- are you okay?” you start reaching out for him but he grabs your hand, shaking his head.

“Ghost,” he then cracks out, already pulling you along. Your world starts to spin. What is with Ghost? What happened? Was he okay?

All those questions ran around in your head as your friend and comrade pulled you into the med bay. “He…only wants- to be treated by… you ,” he pants out between heavy breaths, almost shoving you into one of the patient rooms.

And there he laid, in his blood covered uniform. You rush towards him, too scared to really touch him, so you let your hand ghost over his mask.

“What happened?” you turn to Soap, demanding an immediate answer.

“Ambush,” he only says, visibly swallowing. He was scared for his friend. He couldn’t lose Ghost, he was all he had left besides Price and Gaz.

And you of course…

That wasn‘t the answer you needed. „I asked you once and I won‘t ask again Sergeant MacTavish. What happened?“ Your eyes turn dark as you stare at Soap, waiting for the so desperately needed answer.

„Two hits,“ he then says. „One in the shoulder, one in the leg. And multiple knife slashes…“ he then says, fidgeting with his hands. You nod, straightening you back.

„Find one of the nurses and let yourself get patched up. Let me take care of the Lieutenant,“ you instruct him, already pulling a pair of gloves over your hands.

Soap stumbles out of the room, leaving you alone with Ghost. „Well, let‘s get to work,“ you mumble to yourself, getting all the supplies you‘d need. „You really can‘t look after yourself, can you?“

You sigh as you get to work, cleaning and patching up wound after wound. You don’t talk while you carefully stitch him together, only looking at him with worry in your eyes.

When you pull off his mask your hand lingers a little too long on his scarred cheek and when you realize you pull your hand back, as if it‘s been burned.

You shake your head, trying to sort out your thoughts. Ghost didn‘t like you that way, he never has! You needed to get that out of your head!

Your hands slightly tremble when you start to disinfect the little scars on his cheeks and on his nose and you take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. You were trained for this, you could do your job under a pressure unknown to the majority of mankind, yet your hands are shaking almost uncontrollably as you think about the fact that you could lose Ghost any moment…

When Ghost wakes up he panics for a second. Where is he? Where is his mask? His hand shoots to the side of his leg where his handgun normally was but all his hand feels is a bandage.

He raises his head, groaning from the pain soaring through his body. What the bloody hell happened? He wants to sit up but when he tries to steady his body on his hands his left arm gives out immediately.

„Fuck,“ he curses, glancing at said shoulder. Another bandage. He must‘ve been hit on the last mission. He lets his eyes roam around, now sure of the fact that he was on base and in the med bay.

Then his eyes fall onto you. You sit on the ground, back popped up against the wall with your eyes closed. You’re sleeping…

You still wear your gloves, which are covered in blood. His blood probably.

He wants to leave.

You saved him. Again. His mind can‘t comprehend that. He should be the one looking after you, not you after him.

He tries to sit up once again but his body fails him. He would need to wait until, either, you woke up, or someone would walk in to check on him. He hoped for the latter.

He‘s been ignoring you for weeks—for his own good—and he didn‘t want to be confronted with you right now, not when he was weak and wounded…

He looks for his phone but it‘s not on the bedside table, so he figures Soap must have it. That fucker . He probably searched for you, even though he knew this was your night off.

Ghost didn‘t remember muttering your name over and over again, trying to fight the other medics who wanted to treat him. He only wanted you, only needed you. But, he didn‘t remember…

A quiet groan rips him out of his thoughts and his eyes snap into your direction. You were slowly waking up.

Briefly his eyes widen, then he decides to close them. Would be easier for him to just act like he‘s still asleep, instead of being confronted by you.

So, he closes his eyes and evens his breath. A couple meters to his left you stretch your limbs, slowly cursing yourself for falling asleep. Then your eyes fell to your hands and you curse again when you noticed that you were still wearing those blood drenched gloves.

You gaze then automatically drifts towards the bed and you see that Ghost is still sleeping. You let out a relieved breath. You wouldn’t have wanted him to see you like that…

You let out a quiet pained moan when you stand up and immediately discard the gloves. You shudder as your body realizes how cold the floor has been.

Before you leave the room you quietly walk to Ghost‘s bed and let your hand hover over his cheek. „I‘m sorry,“ you whisper. „I don‘t know what I did to…anger you but I‘m sorry…“

A single tear escapes your eye and before you can catch it it gently falls onto his bare hand. Your eyes widen and you quickly take a couple of steps back.

You make sure he doesn't wake up and then you leave, softly closing the door behind you.

Everyone can see how much it hurts—not only—you but also Ghost. He talks even less, his jokes are more than forced and he doesn‘t even bicker with Soap anymore.

It’s even more obvious with you. You spend most of the time in your quarters, barely leaving them if you weren‘t working or on your way home. Price and Soap are worried about you, as well as Gaz but you’re blocking out any of their efforts to talk to you. You only wanted Ghost…

You knew you both never…were anything serious—not even close—but he still was one of your best friends and you were missing him. You still didn‘t fully understand why he was so cold to you and it was slowly breaking you.

You lay in your bed, face down, thinking about what you possibly could‘ve done wrong to piss Ghost off that much. You couldn‘t live with not knowing what you did.

You get dragged out of your thoughts when you hear a curt nod. You groan and stand up. It probably was Soap, ready to annoy you again. You shuffle over to the door, rolling your eyes already.

„Fuck off Soap,“ you say while opening the door. Only problem, it wasn‘t Soap who knocked on your door.

You freeze when you’re met with Simon’s face. Not Ghost, no. He doesn’t wear his mask and also he was in sweatpants and a hoodie. This was Simon Riley standing in front of you and you were more than confused. What the hell was going on?

He stared down at you, clearly uncomfortable but he told himself that he finally needs to make things right with you. He didn‘t want to see you so hurt, knowing that it was his fault.

„Can I…come in?“ he asks, slightly tilting his head and for a minute you’re too perplexed to actually answer. Then you only nod and step aside to let him in. You wanted to know why he decided to show up at your door at a not really civil time…

You turn around to look at him and before you can get even one word out he starts to talk. „I’m sorry,“ he says, the words rolling off of his tongue like he‘s been practicing this for the last three hours. He had.

You want to say something but he raises his hand, not letting you have your say. „Please…“ he looks at you, a never before seen softness in his eyes. „Let me explain to you.“

You hesitatingly shake your head, heading over to your bed to sit down. He himself takes the chair, which is positioned in front of your desk, and places him a meter or two in front of your bed.

A chill runs down your spine as he looks at you, his eyes sharp but yet so soft and gentle. Something was going on with him but you couldn��t name what exactly.

„I’ve been an ass,“ he starts and you can’t help but snort at that. Yes, he’s been an ass. A massive one. As you look at him you see one corner of his mouth slightly twitching. Was that a smirk?

„I want to apologize to you,“ and then he says your real name and you’re a goner. He never called you by your name, always your call sign… But you did the same with him, no? Always calling him Ghost and never Simon…

You want to say something, want to ask him why , but he keeps talking. You’ve never heard him talk so much in your whole life…

“I’ve been unfair to you and…and I’ve realized that now.” He averts his gaze and you notice him fidgeting with his fingers. Oh, he was nervous-nervous.

And when he doesn’t speak up again you take it as your change. “Why?”, you ask him, slightly raising your chin. You still didn’t understand and maybe you also didn’t want to. In all the years you’ve worked together he never acted like he’s been acting these past weeks, almost months .

“Becase I have a fucked up ego,” he looks at you again and you want to laugh because it’s such a stupid answer but when your eyes meet his you know that he’s being serious.

“Care to, uh, elaborate?” you raise an eyebrow, again not understanding him.

He leans back in the chair, stretching his legs a little bit before sitting normally on the chair again. “I’m the one supposed to protect you. Not you me,” he then says in a calm voice and you’re this close to rolling your eyes.

You want to ask him if it’s because you’re weak or whatever but he doesn’t let you talk.

“You killed for me,” he calls you by your name again. “I shouldn’t have let it come so far…” He starts to fidget with his hands again. “Killing…is my job. Not yours. You’re way too pure for that.”

“Simon-“ you call him by his real name without even noticing but he interrupts you.

“I’m being serious!” his leg starts to bounce up and down. “My hands were destined to kill. Yours…yours were destined for the opposite.” He avoids looking at you and you decide to stand up.

You walk over to him and stand directly in front of him, almost between his legs. “Look at me,” you say. He doesn’t. “Simon,” you say again, your voice stern this time. “I said, look at me. ” This time, he does.

He looks up at you and for a split second it looks like he swallowed; as if he was scared ?

“I killed that man because it was my only choice. If I hadn’t you and I wouldn’t be here today, so please- please stop acting like it was something I did because I wanted to. I didn’t. I needed to,” you try to explain but you can see in his eyes that it doesn‘t convince him.

„You shouldn’t have to, though,“ he almost whispers. „I should‘ve been more careful so you don’t need to come into the field. You could‘ve gotten hurt.“ His voice almost breaks at the end of the sentence and a shiver runs down your spine. Was he really that scared of…losing you?

Your hand is itching, wanting to reach it for his face but you manage to keep it to yourself. „Simon…“ you then sigh. „I know what I signed up for when I took the job. I‘m able to look out for myself. “

You wait for his answer but indead his hand reaches out for yours and he gently takes it. He caresses every knuckle with his thumb, the feeling of his calloused fingers against your skin sending another shiver down your spine.

And then, he pulls you into his lap with one swift motion. You shriek as he wraps his other arm around your waist. This feels…weird . But in a good way!

„I know you can take care of yourself,“ he murmurs into your hair as he starts to hug you. „I know it damn well but still, I want to be the one to take care of you.“

Your voice is stuck in your throat at that. He wants to what? Your head starts to get clouded. Could your feelings not be…one sided? Was that possible?

„You make me weak,“ he says, his voice suddenly all husky. His hands are still caressing your hand and waist and you feel like you’re drunk from his touch alone. „You distract me. You make me go crazy… Whenever I see that you’re in danger or that someone else who isn‘t… me talks to you I almost lose it,“ he confesses and you’re not sure if you’re hearing correctly.

„What are you trying to tell me Simon,“ you force yourself to talk, your head dizzy and your thoughts blurry. Was he really about to confess to you?

„I like you. More than I probably should but… I just can‘t ignore it anymore .“ He pulls away from you to really look at you but you just stare. Did he really just say that? Did your silent dreams and pleas come true? What the fuck?

„I know I‘ve hurt you and I‘m sorry. I didn‘t want to accept it and…I‘ve been scared that you maybe won‘t feel the same.“ He cups your face with one hand and gently brushes his thumb over your cheek.

„I don’t know what to say,“ you reply in a quiet, almost insecure voice while leaning into his touch. You wanted this. You really did but he hurt you and you couldn‘t just ignore that…

„You don’t need to say something,“ he hums. „Just let me show you that I‘m sorry and that I‘m for real. Let me make it up to you.“ He looks at you and waits for your answer. He wasn‘t sure if he‘d be able to accept a no but he would need to. He didn‘t want to hurt you—like he did those past weeks—ever again.

After a couple moments of silence and a few rushed thoughts you hesitatingly nod and a smile spreads on his face. „You won‘t regret it sweetheart,“ he promises, gently pulling your face down to plant a loving kiss on your forehead.

„You won‘t regret it.“

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley fan fiction #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost fan fiction #ghost call of duty #ghost cod

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sordidmusings · 6 months

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Buggy Headcanon: Comforting his partner on their appearance

A/N: headcanons requested by anon! Thank you for the request this one was really sweet. I hope it's what you wanted and I hope that you’ve been having better days ❤️

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: afab!reader (they/them pronouns), slight thirst for a bullet there but nothing explicit, gets very sappy but thats my shit so if you don't like it get ready to square up 😤

Get a dose of some love 🤍!!

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Buggy is your biggest fan, just like you are his

He’s always letting you know how highly he thinks of you, whether that be with compliments (usually crude or goofy ones), clinging to you (you’ve heard of velcro dogs, let me introduce you to Gorilla glue Buggy), and touching you with either reverence or greed

Most often, he'll try to take your mind off of it by joking around and acting dramatic

He'll let out an offended gasp. "You're insulting my favorite person in the whole wide world?? TAKE IT BACK."

He'll collapse onto the nearest surface, throwing the back of his hand to his forehead like a true thespian, and bemoan, "My love - my sweet, wonderful, breathtaking love - is the greatest fool. Grab the hat and shoes; they're saying they're ugly again."

"Uh, yeah, but you know what that's perfect for??" *blows raspberry on it*

The reverent touches come in best to ease your difficult days - the way that he traces eyes and fingers across you with awe makes it hard to disbelieve his attraction. He’s learned from your brushes and kisses on his nose that the best balm for insecurities is unflinching affection.

He loves you deeply and that extends to all of you. Everyone has their favorite pieces of each other of course, but the few parts that he had started out indifferent to (due to his distraction towards your highlighted features) had also gained a rosy sheen because they’re yours.

There was a particularly bad day you had where no sweet words or cuddling would break through your low mood. He had you tell him every one of your insecurities so he could caress each of them with loving hands and tender kisses. You felt much more content at the end; he had proven that not a feature on you would have him hesitate or flinch away. It was quite the opposite actually - he fell in love with you more with each emotional wound you trusted to his care, and he only saw you as more beautiful as you in your totality came into focus before his eyes.

The greedy part of him takes any chance to squeeze at you. A lot of the time it's playful - a passing slap to your ass, a pinch at your waist before he jumps away laughing, a palm at your breast enjoying the feel as he moves by. But there are times where it’s more insatiable - a hungry mouth pressed against breasts and stomach and hips and thighs, grasping fingers sinking into soft skin along with nipping teeth.

While he isn’t the most comfortable with sentimental words, he is actually really great with them. They always hold more weight to you, because he saves them for when you need to understand the truth of his feelings.

It’s not that he never says affectionate things - “There’s my showstopper!”, “So pretty”, “That’s perfect, sweetcheeks” and “Love you, little star” were very common in your life - but he avoided waxing poetic because it made him feel vulnerable.

This is partly due to the exposure he feels at stating such emotions after fiercely shielding anything that could be hurt behind steel plating, partly because this is you so any rebuff could break him (he worries about this not because he questions your devotion, but because he questions his worth), and partly because he fears that his words and feelings are stupid and inane, especially in the face of your own troubles

His own devotion has him push past those fears, because he would do anything to see you at peace or happy and smiling.

After a day of playing, teasing, working, and loving with each other, you still found yourself bending under the weight of the negative voice in your thoughts. Buggy had noticed the sorrow dragging down your features and felt his own heart ache.

The transition to bed was slower than usual to make time for him to keep distracting you with gentle touches, delicate kisses, and helping hands easing your tasks.

You found yourself bundled in your favorite sleepwear and cradled against his chest. You had choked up a bit when he knew to choose these clothes for you and helped you change into them. Buggy may come off as only brash and chaotic a lot of the time, but he diligently saved away any information he could about you, using it to love you better.

When the comforting pressure of his arms, the soft swipes of his hands on your skin, and the lulling warmth of his body underneath you had replaced any harsh thoughts, you began slipping into a peaceful slumber.

Buggy noticed you moving on to dreams so he gifted you one last promise to take with you.

“I would take my chances with the depths of the sea to fall at your feet and worship every piece of you.”

@fanaticsnail tagging as requested ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

#buggy x reader #buggy headcanons #anon request #buggy the clown #opla buggy #one piece #afab reader #one piece x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #opla buggy x reader #buggy fluff #my writing

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gingergofastboatsmojito · 1 month

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The Sydcarmy dynamic

I just had this chat with OOMF and whilst I've been posting about Carmy because it's easier for me to get into his headspace, I never really went over their dynamic before here. I definitely have in my fics and while watching and re-watching the show for the past 3 months. Because that's how long it's been since I discovered The Bear, 3 months only, I started watching it on New Year's Eve while I was getting dressed to go to this party and by January 1st I had finished S2. That's what this show did to my head.

So, let's get into it!

From my perspective, the Sydcarmy choreography is the following:

The real Carmy is this aloof guy who only REALLY listens to Syd when she's distressed. And only then he gets his shit together for her.

He pushes all her buttons first (when he's the distressed one, he shuts down, he changes the rules).

And only then he behaves for a while, to get on her good side again. But then the real Carmy strikes again. And it’s an endless cycle of push and pull.

However, Syd secretly enjoys this because she sees this as:

"Awww he’s willing to change for me, for us ❤️".

“He’s shitty but he’s also trying and imma help him! Awww”.

And she’s right. He is trying and he can certainly be shitty.

And he is changing because of her, because of them. That's his arc.

And he pays her back by being the only person other than her father with whom she can be her vulnerable self.

She doesn’t allow herself to be truly vulnerable with anyone else.

She can let go of her G Woman mask in front of him knowing that he will never use that against her. Ever. That’s why they help each other.

They support each other in this journey of him being less shitty and she being more vulnerable. That is what makes them stronger. They are stronger together and that is why things fall apart when they are not together and that is why they will keep coming back to each other no matter how far apart they drift at different points of this journey. They will always gravitate towards one another because they "existentially" need and choose each other to grow. They basically push each other in the right direction. That is why they acknowledged that they make each other better. They are finally getting themselves to admit it! YAY! That's progress.

Their relationship is not based on love, respect, or even friendship but on trust. The rest comes later for them, as a consequence of the latter.

That’s why they are loyal to each other and when Claire was around Syd felt betrayed.

It wasn't jealousy. Not all of it, it was more than that.

It was loyalty, territorial loyalty.

She doesn’t wanna share because that threatens his loyalty, not necessarily because she’s jealous of Claire. She also feels jealousy, yes, but not consciously, anyway... because she is nowhere ready to admit yet that she has feelings for Carmy in a way a business partner shouldn't. She's not there yet. And he has recently gotten to that point, after the panic attack. So, basically, they are not there yet. I go over that here.

What Syd didn't know and it's a game changer, btw, was that Carmy was never “loyal” to Claire. He was just with Claire as a sublimation. Let me explain:

He was projecting. All the things he didn't allow himself to feel or do with Syd, he was projecting onto Claire.

That’s why at first he was reticent but when he realized he could do this with Claire, he was game! And finally, let Claire in. She had to fight her way in, he wasn't necessarily inviting at first. We all know how that turned out though... Not his brightest moment.

Now Carmy is ahead of the curve, compared to Sydney. He already had his realization/Eureka! moments during and post-panic attack and the walk-in moment, both catalytic.

Syd on the other hand, has a longer way to go in terms of self-awareness. That's why on the surface she seems to be keeping things more together. She is, for now. But she will have her walk-in moment too or some kind of trigger that will force her to deal with what she's been burying under a pile of excuses and rationalizations that serve her status-quo purposes, as mere defense mechanisms. Because the change will not come willingly, it will be forced and it probably won't be pretty.

They have that in common and it's also part of their dynamic → Taking things to a breaking point before moving forward, before LETTING IT RIP.

#sydcarmy #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #syd x carmen #carmy berzatto #carmy x sydney #sydney adamu #GINGERPOVS

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sailorblossoms · 3 months

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I’ve talked a lot about how awtwb takes some of the things Simon has been putting down in the previous books and makes them a lot more clear and explicit (like the many instances where he’s saying “I already had feelings for Baz long before I kissed him” and “my previous relationship was void of both romance and attraction” and “I already felt like I wanted out of it, I just waited until the other person ended it because I didn’t want to be the one to do it”)…. But you can also see that with Baz

It has been brought to my attention that before the sequels (and it seems like even after them in some cases) there was an idea of Baz as sort of “edgy” and more “rough” than he actually is like… even in CO you can see that, while he has thorns and barb wires, this is a wall – a mask to protect his soft and vulnerable heart. He might have a somewhat “mean” sense of humor, but being genuinely hurtful isn’t like him at all. It hurts him as well – it’s him going against his nature. You can see that from pretty early on, when he tells us that when Simon is getting all worked up… he might taunt or push him away, but what he truly wants to do is to comfort him.

In CO, iirc there’s a scene in Baz’s house when Baz laughs and Simon asks him to not make fun of him (he thinks Baz is laughing at him). Baz goes along with it with “When will I ever laugh then?”… but that’s just the wall coming up, it’s Baz not being ready to be vulnerable yet. It’s different from when Baz says “I’m texting my other boyfriend, the one who texts me back” (let me wack you for making me suffer like that) or “That’s the only thing (petit fours and where they sell them or something like that) that you learned in first year” (essentially some sort of good-natured verbal sparring and foreplay for them at that point – Simon hits back with “not true, learned you were a git,” Baz pushes him into the bed, and Simon pushes him against the wall to kiss him… I mean).

What Baz is doing in that CO scene, which he has likely been doing up to that point, is to pretend/let Simon think he’s laughing at him, when in reality he’s laughing because he simply thinks Simon is funny, which is a different thing. Baz finds Simon funny! (it’s one of the things he likes about him, but he can’t just let him know just yet) (and Simon likes Baz’s sense of humor too, finds it a turn-on even, which gives us Golden Moments later). In awtwb Baz says “Simon makes me laugh,” “he always manages to make me laugh” or something like that.

Similarly, when Simon says “I’ll always be less than you” in CO and Baz says “I know, it’s a dream come true,” because again, he can’t allow himself to be vulnerable. It’s too early in the relationship for him to let Simon know how much he means for him. He has spent too long believing Simon could never want him, too long protecting himself. You have to remember it took Baz seeing the humdrum (he believes himself to be monstrous, and he sees Simon is as messy and, through the humdrum, as “villainous” as he believes himself to be – “we match”) to even admit that he’s attracted to Simon. But he never for a second believes Simon is less than him, or that he’s anything less than everything he wants.

You have enough information to say he’s just saying shit he doesn’t mean in CO (can’t be vulnerable yet) but this is way more explicitly after Simon’s breakdown makes all of Baz’s thorns and barbed wires go away (and even that sense of humor Simon loves, as Baz knows Simon is unwell and is so afraid of doing anything that could hurt Simon more)… Baz thinks “he’s lovely, a sad mess and rough around the edges… but still so lovely” – even when Simon is at his worst, when he’s “fading away” and in a state a lot of people would be put off by (and wouldn’t have patience for) Baz still believes he’s lovely.

Baz never believes Simon losing his magic makes him less than him. Simon mistakenly believes losing his magic makes him “not worthy of Baz” but the reality is that Baz would give up magic without a second thought if it gets in the way of being with Simon. We know how much he loves magic, how important it is to him… and he would have broken his wand for Simon in a heartbeat. (Simon would never let him, though, because he knows how important it is to him! The mere idea causes him distress) (Baz’s completely matches Simon’s unhinged “I have killed for Baz and I would do it again” “there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Baz” energy, he’s just a bit more dramatically poetic in expressing it. “What a ridiculous creature, like I wouldn’t make the world etc”)

#simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow trilogy #carry on #baz x simon #baz grimm pitch #awtwb #wayward son

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thedrarrylibrarian · 3 months

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Have you ever had a day that just went completely to shit? That was the entire month of November for me. I had planned to have this Happy Hour ready then, but between work and home life and hosting for the holiday and everything else...a ball had to drop. I was so disappointed, because I love doing Happy Hour and I love speaking with the creators who help with the guest fic recs.

@ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm could not have been more gracious and understanding about postponing his rec. I always thought his artworkand fics were lovely, but being on the receiving end of the his kindness makes the works even lovelier to me. I love that even in moments of violence, he portrays characters as vulnerable and soft, the gentleness of moments of solitude, and the joyfulness of the mundane. If you haven't checked out Joy's art before, I cannot recommend it enough.

So after waiting for several months, I am finally so excited to share his incredible fic rec. Our first Happy Hour guest rec of the year is by the lovely and gracious @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm.

Outside of things that become fanon, we all travel the worlds of transformative works building up our own personal sense of canon. A lot of that process is wish fulfillment and self indulgence on little pleasures and minor vanities, which is what carves out this perfectly molded comfort that we all shelter ourselves in, what comes together to broadcast our unique wavelengths of bliss. But there is also another part of the process, one that I find myself unconsciously engaging in at times, which is an attempt to rewrite, rewire, recolor the places in which the source material has dulled, or to find cracks and fissures for interpretations that will allow me to engage with the source more meaningfully in the long run while honoring the directions in which I’ve grown and changed. There’s been a lot of work in the Harry Potter fandom that took on the form of a kind of hermeneutics, or that used the setting and characters as a kind of convenient vehicle to make a point about The Real World, in a way that sometimes makes it feel like we, the naive and spirited readers of the source material are somehow distant from the world and must be gently pulled back into it in the language of our distraction. Harry Potter and Welcome to the World of Grey was the first AU retelling of a larger segment of the HP canon where I felt like I was encountering something completely new, something that had the distant shape of these previous approaches at first glance but that, right from the first page, has that almost physical pull of the complete and precious new.

Harry Potter and Welcome to the World of Grey by @sobsicles (456,640 words, rated E)

When Harry fails to keep his anger at bay and Voldemort possesses his mind, the events that follow lead him down a long road to realizing the world isn't as black and white as it seems.

Chaos, hilarity, and tragedy ensue with a Dark Lord being honest all the time, a rival becoming something else, and a world demanding to be saved. Featuring frightened Death Eaters, deep conversations with a monster, Pureblood traditions being ridiculous, and the fight to do the right thing with no true options.

Harry's life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment.

Or, the one where Harry's life gets split in half, and he has to figure out how to bring it back together.

The summary is immediately gripping, and I’ll leave the reader to discover the shapes of the AU on their own, but the basic premise of the story is that Harry, at the end of 5th year, does something he would never do in the book, and that as a consequence of (?), or despite (?) or alongside (?) this, him and Voldemort begin to, on a relational and intellectual level, engage in a way that would otherwise be impossible. This story works on so many levels, all of them incredibly crafted and so masterfully sustained over the behemoth length of the first installment. The Harry in this story is funny and young and troubled in the most delicious ways all the while wading in and out of the crushing solitude of predetermination (and also maybe just humanity). I generally read exclusively fics in which they’re adults, or at least on the brink of adulthood in 8th year, but the author has crafted such incredibly convincing teenage characters in both Harry and Draco here that by the end not only do they both end up under your skin but they also become these people that sit alongside you, whose adolescence you’ve literally gone through as both a sympathetic spectator and as a mirror of them, drawn into the irresistible sweet delights of their love, the painful bonding of people captive in their lives, the hope of the future born out of surviving something together.

There is also a tendency in fics to paint the adults of the HP world as traitors, because that’s what the majority of them are, and this is something I also usually engage with. In this fic, while we maintain that the state of the world and the fates that befell all our favourite characters are largely the result of a kind of treason of goodness and responsibility, we also get to have these incredible deep insights into why each adult character is the way they are, through relations made possible only by this unlikely scenario that the author proposes. We also get to have the warm joy of seeing a child empathize with (and pity, and comfort, and teach) people who they owe nothing to, and this is an absolute treasure that shines brighter as we move through the story.

Finally, as this is Happy Hour, apart from all the things I’ve briefly mentioned up there that make this fic a delightful and comforting experience that I constantly go back to, I wanted to talk about a strange way that made this story become my source of comfort. This story made me like Voldemort. Not the terrifying and irredeemable one from the books or the movies. There’s this feeling that I have about fics and fandom, and I think it’s shared by a lot of people who’ve been around for a while, and it’s that these characters and settings and storylines are almost… nebulous things that always existed in us and around us and that we had maybe some slight hope for, but that were first snatched out of non-being and formed by the source material authors. This is also just how art and creativity is, in general - an antenna that beams signals and sometimes someone gets the whole message first. And you grow up and sometimes things are shaped by the source material to make you think oh I’ll feel this way forever and then of course you change your mind, but this was more like an intense, emotional journey in which I realized there was all this personal negativity that I’d always shove into this concept and this being - and that when I encountered the newly formed shape that this author’s Voldemort takes on, my resentments and my fixed darknesses, once unmovable and heavy at the bottom of this big thing in my life, were suddenly things I could walk up to. That the previously unapproachable veil of evil - which is simple, and undebatable - had lifted, and suddenly I could decide to do something else with them, to pick them up and carry them or throw them away, or live alongside them as awkward housemates until suddenly the shame and fear they represented wasn’t something I had to run from. So for happy hour, I picked a story that made me, and continues to make me, engage with not only happiness but a kind of lasting adult joy that comes from letting something come in and help you redraw the city lines of your own story. It’s very precious to me. I read the entirety of this fic in two days next to the crisp Adriatic sea, but I’ve reread it in many settings since then, and it’s always made me both hungry and full in the way that good home cooking does. I hope it does the same for you too.

#ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm #friends of the library #Happy hour #the drarry library happy hour #Friday Happy hour #Harry x draco #Harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #the drarry librarian #thedrarrylibrarian

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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IDCNTLIKEDARKNESS MILESTONE EVENT ★

request; congratulations on the milestone. i was wondering if you could do a piece on this lyric, xi. "tell me how did i ever find you, babe, tell me now that you're never gonna' run" - heaven by the neighbourhood. just jj feeling lucky that he has his partner but also a little insecure but the partner reassures him that she not going to bail on him like his mom.

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, a bit sad, mention of depression

authors note; thank you !! & i love this concept, i changed the 'babe' in the lyrics to 'baby' cause i though it suited jj more. said i wouldn't have time to write cause i was busy but i managed to squeeze this out. this is a repost bc when i posted w the original ask it wasn't posting to the tags.

masterlist — jj masterlist — milestone masterlist

JJ wasn't sure if it was seasonal depression, or just a single day full of justifiable sorrow.

Always being difficult to process his emotions.

He's wandered out to his pickup truck going on an hour ago, saying something of 'needing a moment'— extremely out of the ordinary for JJ. The seedlings of his childhood, coming back to haunt him, moments seeming to strum in when he was actually managing his life for once.

There was this inkling of his father blemishing in his mind, 'your mama' always told me you wasn't gonna' be shit.'

And there were thoughts of what his mom would've been like if she was around.

Why didn't she take me with her?

Was I not good enough for her to stay?

Would she be proud of me and where I am now? Did I really fail her?

Do I look like her?

Why couldn't she have stuck around and shown me everything that it requires to be a man?

She left when JJ was so young, and he couldn't remember a thing. Never being able to wrap his head around that fact that his own mother abandoned him, so that meant anyone could.

His chest is tightening vigorously, those same stitches that you sowed back together for him with time, were bursting back open. He couldn't shead a tear, having wasted numerous tears over the span of his life from this deserted

perception.

Up until he met you, he aquired infatuation a chore for most to give to him. With you, it wasn't forced it was seamless.

The four corners of the relationship neatly folded together to create the most irrevocable, maximal and acme-like love story he could've hoped for.

An exact reminder of that is interrupting his thoughts upon his truck door slinging open, revealing a concerned you to pull him from his thoughts. Now, you knew better than to pester, you always waited for JJ to fully tell you what would disturb his usual mindset.

"Don't leave the door open, baby, get in."

He was ready.

His eyes were reddened from sheer discomfort and irritability, having lost himself. Red hat sat backwards atop his head, blonde tresses poking out of the sides. So saddened, but still so alluring. His chin was propped up on his hand, arm resting on the middle console. Welcoming your interjection with dainty gestures, patting his free hand to the empty seat.

"Been in here for a while, J."

He fears making eye contact, because then you'll see his bleeding soul; yet fully knowing so prior.

"Just had to take a break ... for a minute," he mumbled, speaking above a whisper. "Not from you but this shitty life."

He swallowed hard, swearing that the lump in his throat was there to stay, panicking in such a hallow shell. "But then I realized, that if it wasn't for this shitty life ... I wouldn't have you."

You sympathized for him, struggling to rid himself of the shedded skin his parents left behind.

"And I wouldn't have what we've built together."

Unable to resist any longer, he interlocks his elongated fingers with yours, squeezing in reassurance. Bringing the shared knuckles to his untouched mouth, innocently pressing sweet pecks to each bone. You wailed and weeped on the inside, his vulnerability was elegantly put; rich and tasteful for everything he was pondering on the inside.

"Just-just don't do what she did, my sweet girl."

It was always 'pretty girl', the 'sweet' being something new, describing the whole of what he envisioned on the spectrum of you being his for eons.

"Who?"

"My mom... just don't leave me like she did."

The mystery woman resonated with your thoughts, and two and two were finally piecing together. Your poor lover.

"Wouldn't dare do what she did J-"

"Don't know why you stay, but l'm lucky you've been keeping me around. Tell me how did I ever find you, baby, tell me now that you're never gonna' run."

He sequenced his emotions in such a jarring, heavy-load, you'd always be there to take away the pain even if it was just temporary.

"M'gonna be here until we have wrinkles.’

#outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #obx3 #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank imagines

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turtlecleric · 4 months

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I'm in Hell

SPOILERS FOR SYMPHONY CHAPTER 22 - THIS POST IS LONG YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

I'm so Unwell. I have never had any misunderstandings like the thing with Donnie, but I have been betrayed by someone who was my best friend for years, so this chapter... it's hitting me really, really hard.

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When Leo first met Vi, he was studying her a lot. Remember the near-physical weight his scrutiny had felt like? You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. ... like a pinned rabbit ... you see an obsidian edge beneath his smile that feels a little sharp as you lean into it.

And then later in her apartment:

[Leo talking] “…You know what really got me interested in talking to you?”

“What?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Donnie came back from talking with April and he was talking about you."

This is literally Vi and Leo's first time meeting - I don't think Leo started to really hate her until after she started coming to the Lair and he saw how Donnie reacted to her presence, but he mentions that Donnie talked about her already. It's framed within Vi's mind as him being careful with his family. He's the leader, he's careful around new people, he wants to make sure she isn't a threat, etc. But even though this is before the touch thing started, there could've been the seed of hatred already there depending on how Donnie spoke about Vi to Leo.

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He [Leo] peers at you like he can read your life story where it’s written on your soul. ... “…You don’t have a lot of friends, do you?” he asks, his voice soft and yet cutting you all the same.

and this:

[Vi talking] “I had a lot of fun tonight. I’d… like to have more nights like this one. To. To have a family. If I can.” “You can,” he [Leo] says

He knew from the first fucking time he met her that she was lonely. That she wanted friends, wanted a family, wanted to belong. He knew that better than anyone else in the family, not only because of her saying this to him but also because of how well he reads people and how much time he spent with her. He's the only one who has seen her in her apartment, too, caught her in those few vulnerable moments in her home. I'm so fucking angry.

There are so many times in the fic that... I can't even articulate... here's some quotes early on -> "you hate how much you like this guy [Leo]" and "you smile when you see [the text notification is from] Leo" and when Vi is sick in the store she says "I miss Leo" and on and on. And that whole fucking time! He was!! UGH!!!

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When Vi agrees to make Leo some bread so that maybe he can get some of Donnie's apology cookies he texts her "ttyl i gotta go rub this in donnie’s face" and yeah that's him being a little shit as always, but it's ALSO proof of him using EVEN THEIR PRIVATE TEXT CONVERSATIONS as ammunition rile up Donnie.

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Hey look! Bits that hit different/hint at more going on/might be Leo's mask slipping!

“How long do we hafta wait before she ain’t a guest anymore?” Raph asks, causing you to snort a laugh.

“That’s up to Donnie,” Leo says, voice heavy with an undercurrent of meaning you’re not picking up on, causing you to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He smirks, reaching over to poke your cheek with his finger. “Y’know. He’s the one who met you first, and all that.”

…Something tells you it’s more than that, but he’s good enough at hiding it that you don’t feel comfortable calling him on it in front of the others.

...

you have no idea how you fit in [to the family], and Leo had all but told you that the space is here, ready and emblazoned with your name on it. You don’t quite see it yet, even if he apparently does.

...

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s complicated,” Leo says easily, and it’s only just, but you pick out the thread of iron bars in his tone, ready to come crashing down if you push even a little too hard. So, you don’t.

“Okay,” you say easily, causing him to get that piercing look he gets sometimes, the one when he feels more like a ninja than a funny turtle man who tries to see how many cookies he can shove into his mouth at once and sends you pizza rat memes at four in the morning. “…Dude, we’ve been friends for like, a week. It’s cool that you aren’t ready to spill your guts yet, you know that, right?”

His eyes go sharp, but then he hums and smiles. You feel like you did the night you first met him, like there’s a test here and it’s in a language you don’t understand. It’s a bit uncomfortable, prompting you to grab your own drink and swallow a healthy bit of it just to have something to do.

...

[Vi talking] “…He [Donnie] seems lonely.”

Leo hums under his breath, cutting a portal that feels a little like home. “Well, lucky he has you, then.”

...

“Uh, I met her first,” Donnie says, scowling, while Leo just gives him a smug look.

...

You do, however, lean in while the others are occupied, whispering to Donnie, “So, ten dollars, which one of them tops?” and laughing when he chokes. You catch Leo’s eyes and give him a devious grin, spying him look to Donnie with a curiously blank look before shifting to a catty smile of his own when he looks back to you

...

“One portal home for a lovely lady,” Leo says as he steps through, his face going a little flat when he looks over your shoulder to Donnie behind you.

...

Leo is… astonishingly quiet for a moment, his face blank of anything for you to read as he stares at the piece hard. Then he looks up at you, and you see an unusually capable person that doesn’t feel like your best friend, even as much as it feels like the real Leonardo, here for the first time for you to see.

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[Vi talking] “I don’t… I don’t like keeping secrets. Or lying. Not from people I care about.”

The weight of Leo’s eyes is almost physical. It makes you remember that he’s asked you to keep secrets, and your eyes snap to his, wondering if that’s the reason why he’s gone still like this. “I—I haven’t told anyone. About the ninja thing, or the Krang thing. I’d never—”

“I know,” Leo interrupts, threading his hand through your hair so he can cup your nape and press your forehead to his own. “I trust you.” You release a sigh of relief, nodding. “I’m just… thinking it might be time for us to repay that back.”

You blink, gaze darting between his eyes. “I don’t… what do you mean?”

“We’re a pretty close-knit family. There’s a lot of… baggage. A lot of history. A lot of stuff we haven’t told you. And it’s… it’s starting to feel a little disrespectful,” he says, looking a bit displeased. “You’re one of us. It’s only fair.”

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We all know about the constant comments Leo makes about being Vi's "favorite turtle" and "best friend" in front of the others/in the group chat. He talks in Chapter 22 about purposefully draping himself across her and pulling her close, hugging her, scenting her, touching her in front of Donnie to piss Donnie off. But there's all these other little things that seemed so innocent at the time and now I'm losing my mind wondering about each of them, wondering - is that something he did with malicious intent? How many nice things were ONLY done to piss off Donnie? There are so many times that he compliments her - for example:

“What? I can’t compliment my bestie and her fine legs?” Leo coos, reaching over and flicking your nose gently.

“Leonardo,” Donnie warns, folding his arms.

And I remember, during my second read through after I finished Chapter 20, being so happy and grateful that Leo was pretty consistently giving her compliments, because she deserves to be complimented and taken care of and loved, because she deserves good friends who hype her up, and this WHOLE TIME-

(Side note - that time that Leo complains she smells like Donnie's lab, he shoves her away and she falls to the floor. First read, it's just Leo being playful. Second read, I wonder... is that a little bit of his frustration getting out of him in a physical way? He shoved her to the fucking floor, and then, once Donnie shows up, Leo pats the cushion next to him for Vi to sit by him. Then he wraps his arm around her and pulls her in close to smell her. But that's only after Donnie shows up.)

When Mikey takes Vi's So-Shell profile picture -> “Wha—?” you start, only to feel Leo leaning in to smoosh his cheek against yours, the distinct feeling of bunny ears brushing the back of your skull. Once again, this is in front of Donnie. Plus it's for her profile picture, so that means every time Donnie sees her So-Shell profile he'll see Leo in the picture, too. Leo was also famously the first like on her first So-Shell post and gets her to always leave nice comments/emojis on his thirst traps.

When she comes to the Lair to practice with her viola, Leo offers up HIS room first, and only once she declines does he -> “Ugh, fine, you are so boring,” he says, and removing his arm, he shoves at your shoulders hard and pushes you through the portal. (Pushing her onto the floor, pushing her through the portal... he's kind of rough with her in the beginning, and I figured it was just because he's haha silly funny turtle man, physical comedy, joking around whatever but... again I wonder. Is he letting himself be a little rough as a way to express his true feelings?)

God, all these little things that... might have an ulterior motive and might not.

It's around the time Vi gets bruised up by that guy at the coffee shop that Leo seems to start actually acting like a real friend, in my opinion. “…You don’t even get how incredible you are, do you?” he asks, causing you to roll your eyes. “You seriously don’t see it.”

The very next chapter he gets a glimpse of her being anxious over not being able to play, while she notices that he looks tired, invites him to listen to music and lets him sleep on her back, and in that chapter it says: you sit, quiet, letting him use you. My second read through, this line hit me hard because I KEPT noticing that she really does nothing but GIVE and I feel like she's constantly doing things to be useful to others. And now, as I'm skimming through a third time, it turns out that... yeah. Yeah. He was fucking using her. In Chapter 22, Leo says "then you reach out and touch me in a way no one has. You’ve helped me, even though I was just using you" and I'm thinking this is the moment that that really started. When she first let him sleep on her. And that's also the first time he churrs with her. After that, he gets her really nice sushi, and she thinks he's guilty for drooling all over for her, but I think maybe he was guilty because he's starting to realize how nice she is and how shitty it is that he's using her like that, even though he does continue those manipulative behaviors.

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He sighs, his face going openly affectionate. “…You’re so…”

What he thinks you are, you don’t know, as he chooses instead to pull you into a hug. You go easily, seeking the comfort of his embrace, hoping he can feel in your arms that you truly do mean what you said.

“You know, instead of sorry, you should say—” Leo says, though as his face gets close to your throat, his mouth snaps shut and he goes still in a manner that reminds you a little of Donnie.

“…Leo?” you ask, going to pull back from the hug to look into his face only to feel his hands go tight on your back, holding you close while he dips his beak to your skin and inhales. When he does pull back, he’s got a look of shock on his face that he quickly schools into something more neutral, but barely.

This is where he smells Donnie on you for the first time, and the guilt he was starting to feel, the actual genuine affection he was developing for her, may have then been interrupted/overshadowed by his anger.

Vi was right to say she isn't gonna go back and examine every detail, because it's so fucking MUDDY! There are glimpses of true softness from him sprinkled throughout with him ALSO still hanging over her and doing shit that pisses Donnie off on purpose. And then of course the scene with Leo in the kitchen when he scares her, where we get the first big glimpse into his true anger about the whole situation, where we see him being sharp and cutting and dismissive and- I'm not going to paste in that whole scene, but he's so, so, SO angry. When she has that visceral, terrified reaction, he feels so bad (I do think he was genuinely, truly horrified that he scared her), but then he finds out that Vi and Donnie are (as far as Vi is aware) dating, followed by her telling him that Donnie misses touching his brothers, misses hugs, followed by Leo deciding to tell Vi about all the family secrets... so he's wrestling with this rage and jealousy, but he's also starting to really accept her as family (I think, since he shared the info about the Krang, about Lou Jitsu, about Casey, since he asked for her help)...

It kills me that, after that, he saw her trying so hard to help, like when she went to the library and got books on PTSD and fell asleep taking notes and she wakes up with a blanket covering her and a little blue heart on a note - he saw her doing that, on top of everything else she CONSTANTLY does for other people, for his family, and HE STILL, EVEN AFTER THAT, DOES SHIT THAT'S MANIPULATIVE. THE 4TH OF JULY PARTY, FOR EXAMPLE. “What she said,” Leo purrs, his fingers fluttering on your stomach as his eyes cut off to the side. He has a sharp look to his features that you’re a bit too drunk to dissect, so you just ignore it. He HAS to be looking at Donnie, here.

(Side note - we still don't know what Leo was doing when Vi was in the shower getting ready for the party... if anything. Maybe he really was eating cookies.)

It's at the end of the party that he smells sex on Vi, I think, for the first time. And the following chapter is when he starts avoiding Vi, and she goes to confront him and he says he's "Thinking about things. About what I want.” And THAT'S when he finally stops his bullshit. Ch 22 - "I stopped. Completely. After we talked in my room.”

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I'm still working on fully re-reading Chapters 17+ until I make it back up to 22 and putting more thoughts into that post, but. Dear God. Sam is a genius and I'm so angry at myself. I had been so confused and angry with Donnie, when in reality he truly DID NOT KNOW about the misunderstanding between him and Vi. Meanwhile, as I'm fawning over Leo and so happy Vi has him and so grateful he's been such a good friend to her... he was the one using her, this whole time. I cannot believe it. I'm SICK with rage. I can't imagine how Vi could possibly... I can't... FUCK dude

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Worthy

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Simon questions everything about you, was he really worthy of someone like you?

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // I didn’t proofread so be prepared for mistakes. Also Part 2 of Welcome Home Surprise is being written as well as Each Other’s Other. I’m just not sure when it will be ready for you guys. As usually, COD requests are open.

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 1.3k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Gender neutral reader, heavy angst, OOC GHOST, nightmares, profanity, pet names (love)...

There were many things that Simon “Ghost” Riley thought he was never worthy of. His number one being someone like you. Always there with him in the good and the awful, it pains him that you allow him to push and shut you out, but his thoughts were at ease when you cupped his face, staring right into his heartless eyes and spoke the words he thought no one would ever want to say to someone like him.

Each day, each time he wakes up before you, and before he could open his eyes, he wouldn’t blame you if he found you gone. After all, who would want to stay with a guy with a shit ton of baggage.

Trauma stacked on top of more trauma without a single break to allow him to fix himself. Yet when you arrived, you slowly picked up the shattered pieces and attempted to fix what was left of Simon Riley, an attempt to allow him to have a somewhat peaceful life outside of his trauma. He knew your goal was impossible, Simon wasn’t going to change, Simon wasn’t going to be the man there for your ugly or the sad, but you were there for him and never expected him to do the same.

His nightmares that plague him and that make it impossible to enjoy sleep, yet you’re wide awake and already soothing him, you’re careful to not touch him so quickly and you make sure he knows you’re there. You stay when he panics as he believes you’re an enemy, you don’t become afraid of him, you just hope he’s okay.

Those days of being without you don’t pain him, mainly because he believes he shouldn’t be around you in the first place. He knows you get looks for being with him in public, your parents’ opinion of him, everyone’s thoughts…

Simon hates it, oh he fucking hates it. He should be proud, happy, or the usual emotions someone would feel with someone like you. But how would he know? Was it those late night drives after another argument? Or after you receive the silent treatment as a way to make you leave for good?

It was the same results every time. You waited for Simon to speak, waited for him to collect his thoughts. You always believed that Simon was good, he just had a difficult way of showing himself. He wasn’t just going to be vulnerable, he wasn’t going to bear everything right away.

And you waited, and waited, and waited…

He tried to make those painful nights something pleasurable for him, breakfast in bed, hiking together, watching a movie together… But those days where you fell asleep in his arms, he’d ask, how was he worthy of someone like you? Why do you stay after everything? It was like his mind was on repeat, months would be so perfect and all of a sudden he’s plagued with worry.

Again you let him push you away, again you let him shut you out, and again you let him not speak and leave during the middle of the night for another drive. What broke his heart was the smile you gave him even when you felt like crying, you muttered, “Please be safe, I love you.” You continued to let yourself be heartbroken, and you continued to hope for those unreturned I love you too’s.

You couldn’t push a person like Simon and at the same time, he never liked being treated like glass. You tried to be careful and hope that he was getting enough space from someone as overbearing as you.

It was another empty bed tonight, you replaced your shirt with one of Simon’s black hoodies, and you were ready for bed. But you couldn’t help yourself this time, you cried, sobbed into the pillow silently while begging for his return. The argument left you both feeling like shit, but it was worse than the others.

You held onto the pillow, finally letting yourself fall asleep after hours of crying. But what you did know was that Simon was going to return but not to the bed, rather fancying the couch on nights like these.

Simon let out a heavy sigh as he turned off the engine, he looked at the door, then to his steering wheel. How long was this pattern going to continue? How long will this pain go on for? How long will he leave you crying?

He slowly walked into the freezing house, slightly surprised to not find you waiting for him. He found you in the shared bedroom, he could tell you were crying, he didn’t need to see your tear stained face. Simon carefully sat next to you, he knew you felt the bed dip and you tried not to notice it. A large hand placed on your shoulder and you went back to sleep.

Simon knew he couldn’t give you what other guys can, he lives with his life redtracted, barely leaving a trace. He knew you deserved to be out in the open and not chained down to a very simple life just for a man like him. He was the one being difficult, so might as well make it easier on you.

You watched as Simon tied his shoes, dressed in his uniform and a bag slung over your shoulder.

“Be safe.” He heard you speak, “And I… I hope you come back, I love you.” The amount of times Simon wanted you to stop saying those words, the words that made him weak…

He didn’t return those and with his usual comment, “I’m off.” He leaves, and leaves you standing there sadly. No hug, no kiss, not even taking a look at you.

Why don’t you take those words back, shout at him for being a fool, and letting him know how much pain he’s been putting you through. But Simon has his own problems, he doesn’t need to be bothered with your silly feelings.

You sat at the table, hands shaking, eyes becoming blurry as you felt the hot tears falling down. It wasn’t new to you at this point, it was becoming a routine, nothing special, like how you weren’t special to Simon anymore.

Would things have been different if you spoke out your first worries to him, would he have tried to at least try? Or was it you? You put in the work for a relationship that he’s clearly backing out of.

Days, weeks, months passed without a single word from Simon until his supposed return was replaced with a letter addressed to you, titles his forever love. No, you shouldn’t cling onto false hope just because he finally called you love.

Slowly you opened the letter and started to read.

My forever love,

I thought how things could have been different, those nights I left you alone to cry in our bed. I could never forgive myself for hurting you so much. You took good care of me and gave me more than what I could offer, you were there when I was ready to shut down, there for me for the nightmares, yet you allowed me to give nothing in return to help you. I should have appreciated you more and I see that now, but the best course of action would be to let you go. As much as this relationship makes us happy, it hurts you at the same time. Don’t do this to yourself (Y/n), don’t continue to hurt yourself.

From Simon Riley

Even after days of no response from you, he decided to return home. But this time, there was no you waiting to greet him, no you sleeping in your shared bed, there was no you.

Was Simon Riley worthy of anything?

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