#and it scratches my emo bone Just Right

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hiii! This is one of my first request like ever so idk if I'm doing it right lol but I was wondering if u could write percy x hades!gf hcs, I never see much of hades sadly lol but if u can't or don't want to I perfectly understand and hope you have a lovely day<333

⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x daughter of hades! reader hcs

content: percy jackson x daughter of hades! reader hcs warning: talk of death??, minor angst at the end kinda sorta not really, author's note: i liked this one. i feel like this was a nice balance between silly goofy and seriously good takes. ALSO i would like to apologize in advance for those last few lines, i was feeling emo and sad and that's what came out of that. really rounds the whole thing out tho. also, honored to be your first request and i hope it's everything you want a more!!

i'm sorry but bro pulled both the children of hades??? hello??

he said imma 'make that family tree fall in love with me'

i just know every time percy does something hot, you and nico just share a glance that said 'this WILL be discussed before bed tn trust'

also, you and nico??? the best siblings

literally so cute together, so much love, so much trauma-

wait, what was that last one-

don't think about it too much

just like nico, you're a daddy's girl at heart and visit home (of the dead) as much as possible

and since hades is such a big gossip (you know its the truth) you just know he's prying you for information about your relationship

"but like...he treats you well, right?"

"yes, dad, obviously. if he didn't, he'd be dead."

"that's my girl."

and and even tho the hades cabin looks kinda sketchy and totally creepy, ideal nap and cuddle place.

like, cabin three is cool and all but the cabin thirteen is legit so perfect for naps bc built in blackout curtains and it's always cold so you can just cuddle up under your blankets with your snuggly son of the sea god and youre out like a light

until nico comes in banging cymbals that he got from gods know where, chanting 'GET OUT OF MY CABIN! GET OUT OF MY CABIN!"

"ITS OUR CABIN NICO!"

"I WASN'T TALKING TO YOOOOOOOU!" he yelled back, emphasizing his words with more cymbal crashes and pointed looks at percy, who was seizing with laughter

no one at camp really knows when you and percy became you and percy

just one day he was attached to you at the hip and no one asked questions

and when new campers ask the two when they got together, you both just share a glance and shrug.

anniversaries are celebrated randomly through the year, simply because you cannot remember dates to save your lives.

like, you'll just walk to breakfast and percy will present you with flowers and gifts and everyone cheers but as you give percy a kiss on his cheek you're like

"which one is this for?"

"i'm going with first date but tbh i have no idea."

"yeah, no, that sounds right, lets go with that."

just two idiots in love

two deadly idiots in love

but really, they only become a problem when you hurt the other

like you try stay out of fights as much as possible but the second percy has so much as a scratch, you're raising hell

literally

legions of hell will be raised to protect your man

he being helped off the ground by abe lincoln and princess diana fr

(not that im saying they in hell, they were just the only two famous dead people i could think of)

(don't shame me, i can feel it through the screen)

(SHUT UP-)

anyways

yeah, mr salt water and ms bones are in love and happy the world is spinning and they totally have no trauma at all

(percy doesn't want her anywhere near him sometimes, feeling like he can only bear bad news for children of hades)

(you get worried that percy might be too good for you, that you're tainted with the blood of the dead and there's no coming back from that. the blood of death is your blood is the blood of death. they are one in the same. you are death as death is you.)

very happy here, nothing to be concerned about 😀😀😀

dont worry, you guys talk through these issues and find healthy ways to deal with all the childhood trauma.

a couple that grows together, stays together.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #nico di angelo

[desiredcaramellatte]

ive never really sen a request to anywhwre before so i dont really know what im doing but like the reader finds werewolf in the forest or whatever and takes him in like a pathetic sad wet puppy [which he is] and takes care of him and stuff and hes trying his hardest not to like them cause he thinks theyre gonna like turn on him or something but fails miserably and gets attached

WOO

He do be a sad little dog ngl

Back to my writing! On winter break right now so yaaay, hopefully I can get some more requests done!

Werewolf & reader

(who takes care of him like a puppy)

This boy is all bark, no bite.

^ He could bite if he wanted, but he’s too anxiety-ridden and self-concious to ever really do so, especially to someone that’s being as nice as you are to him.

He ignores you a lot at first. Refuses to speak or look at you when you're helping him out. Will not eat or drink or acknowledge anything you give to him.

He comes out of this state once you've been very persistent. He will hesitantly sigh and keep his mouth shut when given a dog toy.

^ pspspsps he likes those squeaky chewy bones the most.

He likes it when you brush his hair out. A lot. Werewolf will literally just… melt. He loves when you put it up in ponytails or pigtails or just in some type of style so it doesn't brush against his neck and make him jump.

^ he doesn't know how to put his own hair up.

Werewolf will give you a multitude of gifts. Depending on what you want, he will get it for you. Likely has written down a list of everything you like and has it hidden somewhere in his coat.

His tail is a tell-TAIL (sorry :)) sign of his emotions. He'll be brooding darkly in the corner after you gave him a little to much scratches and his tail will be going a mile a minute.

Werewolf likes listening to emo music. He likes acoustic rock the most. He will absolutely share his favorite songs with you. Lovejoy is probably one of his favorite bands. He also likes Christmas music a lot. Christmas is his favorite holiday, and Werewolf will absolutely participate in all the festivities if you're there to help him out with… learning them.

^ he will purposefully wrap lights around himself just to come up to you and ask you to help him get them off.

#cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk #crk x reader #werewolf #werewolf x reader #werewolf & reader #werewolf cookie #pupper dog #he’s a dog on the inside #requests open

[makeadealwithme]

Bruises and Breaks

Author's Note: My goodness, the first thing I post in a while and it's sad and might induce a few tears... oops! Just like the sad stuff so much. (Also, If you like this one please check out Promise Me, Honey)

Summary: Quick little blurb about you and Steve coming back from a fight with the bats. Hurt/comfort, patching each other up, tears, I love you's, and breakdowns.

Warning: mention of bruising/injuries, very emo, tears...

Word Count: ~1.6k

It was all ringing in your ears and a wheeze in your lungs and throbbing in your face that matched your heartbeat. It was a consuming metallic and rotten taste in your mouth and watery eyes that stayed unfocused no matter how much you tried to make them see. It was heavy footsteps through the front door of the Harrington house, the slipping off of dirty shoes, and aching bones. 

Then it was the warmth and firmness of Steve’s hand between your shoulder blades, the loving guide up the dark staircase. Him, reaching around you to open the bathroom door, your eyes locked on a bloody and grimy hand. Then it was the ache in your neck as you leaned back against him. Wanting all of him pressed against you, your insistent hands bringing his arms to encase you. Wanting to stop him for just a moment, bracing yourself for what the light would expose. Then it was deep, slow breaths in unison, a whisper against your ear, and then the flash of the bathroom light that seemed to burn.  

“You first.” You scratched out, feeling strands of his hair kissing your shoulder as he nodded his head, too tired to fight, too tired of fighting. He reached to hand you the first aid kit - one he put together after the last time - part of him hoping he would never have to use it again. Never wanting to believe that this is what life is like for him. The guilt was thick and heavy as he swallowed it whole.

It was now, reaching up to dab the cuts on Steve’s face, that you snapped back to reality. The ringing in your ears quietening and ushering in the sounds of shallow breaths. His eyes were fixed to the floor, head bowed low, and hands gripping the countertop he sat on as you did your work. As you took care of him. Your expression was as blank as his, not daring to let it crack for fear you might shatter completely. Keeping out everything that was too real, too heavy, too disastrous to acknowledge. You reached to tip his chin, sliding your hand across his cheek as you maneuvered his head toward the light. The fluorescent made everything look ghastly. In that moment you wished that love could flow like warmth, that he could feel it radiate from your hand. You watched him close his eyes, resigned and willing himself to another time, another place where the hand on his cheek was just because. Where it was waking him up after a deep sleep, or wiping away the last bit of ice cream, or drawing him closer to your lips. Where it wasn’t followed by the sting of antiseptic and a pain set deep in his jaw.  

You focused on breathing, trying to cool the simmer and broil of emotions threatening to spill over. You had to be fine. You were fine. It didn’t matter that everywhere hurt. It didn’t matter that the bats had you surrounded, it didn’t matter that you barely made it out. It mattered that you were here, with Steve in front of you, with one of his hands gripping your hip, pulling you closer and reminding you that you were real and alive and you were home.  

“Ok, I’m done.” No flourishes, it was just a whisper and a gentle squeeze of his shoulder as you watched him melt off the countertop. You dipped your head trying to catch his eyes but he was quick, turning away right just as you caught the glimmer of tears on his lash line. You straightened up, not wanting to intrude in whatever world he was caught in. His hands came slow to your hips, head fitting in crook of your neck. You can feel his stuttered breath and the tenseness in his back as he tried to compose himself before turning you around and helping you up to the counter. You understood his withdrawal now – feeling overexposed so high up, light glaring ugly on your bruises. You dipped your head in the same way, closing your eyes to block it out. Just like you did, you felt his broad hand angle your chin, holding your head in suspension. The sting of the alcohol causing your brow to flinch ever so slightly before resigning to its drawn, stoic state. But Steve was watching you intently, doing his job, and paused.  

“I’m sorry.” It came out heavy and mournful. He drew his eyes away from the battering that covered the side of your face and looked at your eyes. Willing you to open them. You blindly reached for his wrist, telling him it was fine, pulling him close to insist he continue. When he settled on your damage again it was like he was seeing it, really seeing it, for the first time. It was garish, and brutal, and horrid. And it was because of him. All his choices that kept you close and let you follow him. He brought you into it all.  

He pushed the cotton ball to your skin again, trying to be efficient with it. He tried his hardest to stop the tears from forming, to stop the shake in his hand. But he was unravelling too quick, and he was too tired, too weak, to stop it. You were fighting it yourself. Hands balled into fists in your lap. This isn’t normal ran like a chant through your mind. You shouldn’t see someone you love so beaten; you shouldn’t have to take turns fixing each other. It was the sudden crack of a sob that snapped you out of your head, eyes flashing open in alarm to land on Steve. Wet streams down his face, face twisted in a grimace, trying to desperately not to break. Your heart lurched in your throat. When he catches your eye he apologizes, roughly wiping across his eyes with the back of his hands as he tries to continue. You stop him at his wrists, holding him steady, and it was too much. He drops his head again, in time to cut off another wretched sob. It’s like you can hear each part of him shatter and break.  

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he gasps.  

“Hey hey hey, it’s ok. It’s alright Steve. It’s alright.” You run your fingers through his hair, hand dropping his to come rest on his shoulder. He lets his hands fall beside you on the counter, body doubled over, heaving breaths stretching his back.   

“It’s not alright. Look at you, your face I- I,” he interrupts himself with another choked gasp that lifts his whole body. “I let this this happen; this is all because of me. You should’ve never been down there.”  

“Don’t say that. It was my choice too. We were all there to fight, Steve.”  

“No, No. I should never have-”  

“Stop. You can’t blame yourself for this. Look at me, I’m ok, we’re alright. We’re alright.” You take his face in your hands, holding his head up, making him look at you, trying to make him see. You saw endless pools of tears in his eyes, face flushed with emotion. You’re sure you looked the same.  

It was the small quiver of his lip that set you off. Like a pinpoint shattering a wall of glass. An unexpected sob jumping out of you. The tears flooded over. He pulled you into his chest, almost crushing you against him.  

“I love you, Steve.” It was muffled in his shirt. 

“I’m so sorry. I don’t ever want to see you hurt, I -” 

“I love you.” You had to make him hear you.  

“I - I don’t know what I would do if -”  

“I love you.” It rang loud and clear out of you, stopping him in his tracks. 

Desperately, he responded, “I can’t lose you.” 

You pulled him closer at that. Straining to catch your breath. You just needed to hear his heartbeat, you just needed to feel the warmth of him. Your hands trailed to his waist, slipping under the hem of his t-shirt to sit on the skin of his hips. Your heads were collapsed on top of each other. Both trying to steady your breathing, both absolute messes of emotion. It was overwhelming, the intense fear that came out of intense love, the pendulum that swung heavy between the two. You slide your hands up his back, pulling your face away from his chest to rest against his forehead. His hands finally move, coming up to smooth over your hair, your shoulders, the tops of your arms. Slightly pulling you forward from your hips, before trailing up to your cheeks. Fervent speed calming, being so gentle not to aggravate the bruises. You let yourself open your eyes to find his staring deeply in yours. One more time, you couldn’t stop saying it.  

“I love you so much Steve.”  

He was a blubbering mess but he pulled you in with haste, crashing lips against your lips, gripping through your cheek, your hair, the back of your neck so you wouldn’t slip away. The sound that came from his throat was needy, deep from within. Your hands came out from his shirt and reached to tug his hair, brush his cheek. You felt him all over. As the kiss deepened you felt like you were spinning, not caring about the sharp sting from the cut on your lips, or the burn on your eyelids from salty tears. Steve pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath before leaning in close again, soft and gentle, and fluttering the lightest kisses down the bruising on your face.  

“My beautiful girl, let me finishing taking care of you, yeah?”  

You nodded at him, small smile on your lips. Heart rates declining, breaths slowing, hands becoming steady. He finished bandaging the last few cuts, wrapping your hands in his and coming to kiss your knuckles.  

“Love you so much. So much.” 

You let a small laugh escape. “I know Steve, I do.”  

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington angst #steve x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4 #joe keery

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

when you’re scared for lmk wukong? 👉🏻👈🏻

Ofc. Thank you for being my first ever ask. >\\\<

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It felt like second nature at this point! If one day went by without him doing something stupid that would cause him injury, it would be unnerving. All you asked was that he be careful… WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?! You were pretty sure Wukong was gonna give you grey hairs long before old age could reach you and it proved effective thus far. You worried so much for your boyfriend on a daily basis because the mere thought of losing the immortal bastard hurt more than anything. 

Now don't get me wrong, he completely understood, sympathized and tried his best to be careful so you wouldn't freak out as much, but let's be honest… He’s the Monkey King, trouble practically followed him around no matter what he did. Seeing him fight constantly gave (Y/n) second-hand anxiety and your regular anxiety didn't help. 

Take now for instance. Was he fighting? Yes. Was he fighting a villain? Well… Not really? He and Macaque once again got into a showdown, specifically for bragging rights, brought on innocently by MK and Mei's little curiosity.

“Wukong-” You tried your best to tell him to be careful as he'd already gotten a couple of scratches. 

“Don't worry, babe!” The Monkey King grinned at you briefly. “I got this.”

Wukong knew better than anyone that your concerns spiked after the Lady Bone Demon possessed him. Seeing him like that scared you for good and after it was resolved, it took a long time for him to convince you that he was okay and you weren't going to lose him.

“What's wrong, Wukong? Not showing off anymore?” Macaque smirked. “Your little girlfriend is watching, sure you wanna show her who her real boyfriend should be?”

Now that pissed him off. 

Believe it or not, Wukong was no fool and at the back of his mind, he knew that Macaque was just saying things to get under his skin. However, his possessive nature overruled any bit of common sense or self-control when it came to you. So, as the emo-monkey expected, Wukong shot toward him with a new purpose and ferocity that took Macaque by surprise. 

“Was that really all it took to piss you off?” Macaque laughed and you scowled. He would most definitely get a slipper to the head later, maybe it will wake up some sense in him.

“These two,” you grumbled under your breath as all you could do was try to catch the fast movements of the two as they continued to go at it.

“Monkey King looks really mad now,” Mei commented from beside you.

“Wonder what Macaque told him,” MK asked from your other side.

“I don't want to hear anything from either of you,” she scolded the two that got the monkeys fighting in the first place.

“Sorry…” the two mumbled in guilt.

“Wukong!” you cried out seeing him get slammed against the side of a mountain, which made blood start to fall from his head. Now that was the end of the line for you. “Sun Wukong, that's enough!” you suddenly snapped which got everyone's attention, especially his. 

“Whoa, full name. Someone's in trouble~” Macaque grinned which made Wukong glare at him but let it go as you called him once more. Wukong jumped onto his cloud and flew over to you immediately; he then got off his cloud and landed in front of you.

“Hey, peach. You okay? You're shaking,” he held you close and buried his face into your neck.

“Stop fighting now… Please…” you mumbled into him as you clenched onto him as if you'd collapse if you didn't.

“What, that? Pft- that was more me beating on Macaque without a doubt,”

“Sunny,” she looked up at him with teary eyes. “I mean it.”

“Hey hey hey, what's with the waterworks?” he slightly panicked as he wiped your tears. “Okay okay. You win. No more fighting with Macaque.”

“Is it too much to ask for in general?” you asked in a soft voice.

“Peach, we talked about this,” he smiled a bit. 

After he stared at you for a bit, Wukong scooped you up like a baby squirrel and jumped onto his cloud again, this time taking you away, much to the other's protests about being abandoned so early. 

The trip back home in Flower Fruit Mountain was silent and was a time you took to clean his wound with a cloth you kept with you just for having its sake. It always managed to come in handy with a soulmate like Sun Wukong. When you two were safe in the privacy of your mountain home, Wukong jumped off the cloud with you still in his arms. 

“Wanna tell me what happened back there?” He asked and walked you both to the modern house you insisted that was located behind his little hut or ‘man cave’ as he liked to call it since the home was made. You didn't speak, only looked the other way with stubborn puffed-up cheeks. 

“Stupid monkey,” you grumbled, still not looking at him.

“Awe, don't be like that, Peach,” he grinned a bit knowing that you managed to calm yourself down a bit.

“You know how I feel about you fighting after-”

“I know,” his voice was soft as he nuzzled your cheek. “But that one was unavoidable and harmless!” he tried to defend, but the recently cleaned blood that was on his forehead made his last statement redundant. You raised a brow at him, asking him if he was stupid without having to say the words. “I'm retired now, that's why I took MK on as my protege, remember?”

“Yeah, but…” you mumbled, but it hurt to bring up what was to come in the inevitable future.

“Hey,” he held your chin and made you look at him. “I'm immortal! Can't die-”

“You know damn well that there are fates far worse than death,” you stated rather harshly as you cupped his face. Your words hit him where it counts. “Just because you tricked me into eating that immortality peach or whatever it’s called doesn't mean I want to wait another 500 years for you if you piss off the wrong people again.”

“Very funny,” he nuzzled your cheek, then your neck, all over your face and continued to do so repeatedly till you were nothing but a giggling mess that tried desperately to push him away.

“Hey! Don't try to be cute and cuddly  and lovable when I'm trying to scold you,” you tried to sound stern, but his long, fluffy and fragrant fur tickled your skin as he continued his kiss attack. “Okay, okay! I get it, stop,” you laughed a bit.

“Never,” he smirked against your skin as he kept relentlessly kissing all over your face. You both rolled onto the floor, (Y/n) laughed and tried but failed to push Wukong off as his kiss attack raged on. 

“I give up, I give up!” you cried out in an attempt to make him stop… oh how cute yet foolish you were to think that he'd stop now.

Let’s just say that he didn't care that you gave up, he wanted to give his girl all his love and affection and that's what he did… for the rest of the day into the next morning. 

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Take that last part however you wish. ;3 

#lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong #wukong lmk #lego monkie kid #monkey king #monkie kid wukong #request #x reader #lmk #lmk x reader

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

hi Gigi! how about number 2 for the prompt game?

Hi! If you had sent this ask yesterday morning, I would still be in a happy weekend mood and you might get a cute story about Mickey getting attacked by a swarm of bees on a picnic date or something, but unfortunately im answering this on my lunch break, so enjoy the emo vibes

2. Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.

The nightmares only started after Terry died. 

Before, Ian liked to joke that Mickey was a professional sleeper. He’d lay down and be sucked into a deep, dark unconsciousness within minutes. He was a peaceful sleeper, curled up on his side and breathing softly through his nose. 

On the rare nights when sleep was evading Ian for completely normal reasons, the way it had since he was a kid and stayed up all night worrying about how to tell Fiona he needed new shoes, he’d learned that just being in Mickey’s presence was like a melatonin ooze. He could wrap himself gently around Mickey’s plaint form and bury his face between Mickey’s shoulder blades, aligning his breathing with his boyfriend’s until sleep claimed him.

But the night they found Terry sitting pathetically with a bag over his head, Mickey fell asleep like normal but shot up and out of Ian’s hold after just a hour or so, miraculously not waking his sleeping husband. 

He’d huffed out uncertainly, reaching up to this own chest to feel his racing heartrate. His hands were shaking, and he could feel a headache coming on, so he got out of bed to splash some water on his face. 

Mickey got good at sneaking out of their bed without waking Ian, so good that it wasn’t until Spring was fully blooming and Ian was careening into a seasonal manic episode and they decided to see his doctor about the next day when Ian noticed at all. 

He was awake most of the night, mind racing beyond his usual anxiety, and counted a total of 5 times that Mickey woke up during the night. 

Sometime before dawn, Ian finally confronted him about it. 

“You’re not sleeping, are you?” 

Mickey shrugged evasively. 

“Is that why you’ve been so…” moody, sullen, miserable for the last month or so since you found Terry. 

“Could be” Mickey responded evasively, staring up at the ceiling. 

Ian leaned over and finally turned on their bedside lamp, silently admitting that neither of them were getting anymore sleep that night.

“What’d you think is wrong?” Ian asked curiously, laying back down with his head propped up on one hand shielding Mickey’s body with his own as his husband ran both hands roughly down his face, scratching satisfyingly against his couple days old stubble. 

Ian waited patiently for a response, knowing it would come.

“Shitty dreams” Mickey finally admitted quietly. “Terry, and my uncles, and my oldest brothers - the ones who died. And Mandy, she’s there sometimes.”

“Memories? Or is it just-” Ian asked hesitantly. 

“Yeah” Mickey said, licking his lips. “Memories that are all mushed together, but I’m around - I don’t know, 8 or 9 in all of them.”

“Why’re you a kid?” Ian asked confusedly. 

“I have no fuckin’ idea,” Mickey answered. He sounded so incredibly tired, just soaked in bone-deep exhaustion that had him on the verge of frustrated tears. “I broke my hand when I was 8, and my hand’s broken in all the dreams. It’s broken and it-it hurts so bad, Ian-”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Ian hushed, bringing his hand down to sooth the heated skin at Mickey’s temples, like the could root out where the pressure was building. 

Mickey finally looked at him, “what are they doing right now?”

His husbands words gutted Ian, and all he could could do is lean over and kiss Mickey’s forehead, pulling the two of them closer together. He got confirmation when Mickey took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ian’s waist, keeping him close.

“When I go to the doctor today, we should see if he’ll talk to you. See if we can get you some sleeping pills.” 

“I don’t want to-”

“Not forever” Ian cut off. “But you need some sleep. You’ve been miserable for a while now, haven’t you?” 

Mickey didn’t respond, but Ian could feel him nod. 

“Okay, so we get you something to get you to sleep for a while and hopefully once you’re better rested and your nerves aren’t so fried the nightmares go away.”

Mickey nodded again, then he spoke so quietly Ian barely heard it.

“I hate this.”

Ian took a steadying breath, staring out their bedroom window as the sky lit up in a light pink color. His chest ached and for the first time he understood what it meant to have your heart living outside of your body. 

“I know” he said soothingly, feeling Mickey sag slightly against him. “’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

Sorry 😭 I hope you liked it <3

Prompt Game Fun

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich fanfic #sgtmickeyslaughter

[passerine-writes]

Symbols - Chapter 3

Warnings: Swearing, light mention of s/h, mention of anxiety, just more angst Word count: 1309

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Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

The next two days I didn’t go to school. I shut down again, everything overwhelming me, especially since now a quarter of my soulmate bonds are fucking open. I could just sense how much of an “emo” mode Bokuto was in. It wasn’t strong or overwhelming but I could feel it in the back of my mind like an itch you can’t scratch. My dad didn’t question it, he knew that I rarely asked to stay home, even when I was sick so he called into the school both days to excuse me. Going back on Thursday, I didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly was not to see Bokuto sitting on my desk.

“Ah, Miss Burukiku, I was shocked to see you absent the last few days. Is everything alright?” I turned to the teacher and bowed before speaking.

“My apologies, there were family matters going on.” I could feel Bokuto drilling a hole into the back of my head.

“Not to worry. Now that you’re back, I have a favor to ask. Mister Bokuto here is close to failing his science class, as you know if he were to be failing he would be suspended from volleyball and we can’t have our ace benched for who knows how long. I would like for you to tutor him until he is maintaining at least a B, you are one of my top students and it would mean the world to me if you did.” I kept staring at my feet. Every bone in my body was yelling at me to say ‘screw this’ or ‘hell no’ but it’s my teacher asking me, not Bokuto himself.

“I suppose, I will work out a tutoring schedule with Bokuto around his club activities.” My teacher clapped his hands together and smiled brightly.

“Splendid. I appreciate it very much.” I nodded and turned to walk to my seat, stopping in my tracks as I remembered Bokuto was sitting there. He had his regular bright, goofy smile on his face and I tried to ignore any and all butterflies in my chest.

“Hey, hey, hey!” I fought the urge to smile at all the memories resurfacing.

“Hey.” He smiled even brighter at the single word that I uttered. “You’re kinda in my seat, Bokuto. Don’t you need to get to class?” His smile faltered but he bounced back as much as he could.

“Actually, we both start the day off with study hall, so the teacher and I figured we can start the tutoring right now.” I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes but complied and started walking to the library.

The whole way there he kept trying to talk to me, to make any form of conversation and he simply proved he could hold a conversation with a brick wall if he tried hard enough. I led us to the back corner where I always sat, not liking when people would come in and distract my solitude.

“Okay, so what are you struggling with?” He frowned at my monotoned voice, no emotion present at all.

“What happened to you? You’re so different.” I kept my face unresponsive but looked down so he couldn’t see the pain in my eyes.

“Nothing you would understand. Why didn’t you ask Kuroo to help you? Or even Akaashi? You know that rooster head is better at science than I am and Akaashi is currently taking what you’re learning, too, not just me.” His large hand rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly at my observation. “Plus they’re your soul mates, you already spend most of your time with them.” That caused his whole demeanor to drop.

“We’re all your soul mates too, whether you like it or not. I don’t know what I did or if someone else did something but we miss you and we’re sorry. The five of us were unstoppable, so why did you ditch us? Why did you lie?” My expression hardened as I tried to ignore the urge to reach over the table and hug him like I used to. I can’t let them get too close, I can’t make that mistake again.

“I’m sorry for how I did things, I wanted to make it as easy as possible for you all.”

“But why? Help me understand. Please.” He placed his hand atop of mine that rested on my book. I flinched away, nausea consuming my body at the relaxing feeling of his consoling touch. His eyes widened and my façade cracked for a split second. “Kaara, I-”

“This was a mistake, just have Kuroo or someone else tutor you. I’m sorry, I have to go.” I quickly packed my bag and left Bokuto sitting there, an unsettled and confused look on his face. I felt his eyes follow my body as I rushed away.

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I hate myself, for everything I’m putting them through. Maybe it would be worth it to at least talk to Kenma, he shouldn’t have to go through more panic attacks because I’m being selfish. But would he even understand? Would he just judge me? Try and get the other three to keep trying to talk to me? It’s not that I want them gone completely, they just wouldn’t understand that I don’t believe in soulmates. They wouldn’t understand why I’m currently bandaging my arms. They wouldn’t understand why every time something goes wrong I run and hide. They just wouldn’t understand, and I don’t expect them too. And with those thoughts in mind, I went to sleep.

Third Person POV

Just three blocks away, four boys sat in a decent sized bedroom in the Bokuto household. The eldest crying as he tried to think of what monstrous misdeed he did to make her leave them all. The second eldest comforted the ace to the best of his abilities, keeping an arm wrapped around his shoulder and continuously carding his fingers through his hair to try and lull him back to some state or tranquility. The cat-eyed setter wasn’t playing a game at the moment, rather he was picking at his fingers to try and stop his mind from racing and his anxiety from spiking any higher. The youngest sat near the boy with an undercut and slipped a hand in between his fidgeting fingers, allowing him to not pick at himself but still let out energy at his own rate. That’s when something came across Keiji’s mind.

“Koutarou,” the ace sniveled and popped his head up, “do you think it could have something to do withKaara’s parents?” The room went eerily silent at the idea.

“What do you mean?” Keiji looked to Tetsurou while the eldest started staring off in space, clearly lost in thought.

“She never told you guys about her parents?” Kenma shook his head, an intriguing confusion settling into his mind.

And so, Keiji and Kou explained. The first puzzle piece clicked into place in all of their minds, and maybe this was the key to getting her back. They would settle for platonically, but they would all prefer something romantic with the girl they were all so close with just a year and a half ago. 

“I’ll talk to her.” All heads snapped to the captain of Nekoma. “She kept telling you all that you wouldn’t understand. She can’t say that to me. When everything happened with my parents, it pained me. But instead I made a vow to make sure to never let my soulmates turn out the way my parents bonds did. So I’ll talk to her.” Koutarou leaned up and placed a kiss on Tetsurou’s cheek, nuzzling into him more and finally letting the bond take effect. Finally lulling him into that tranquility he hoped for.

#haikyuu #bokuto #koutarou #bokuto koutarou #kenma #kozume #kozume kenma #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #akaashi #kuroo #tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou #soulmate au #polyamorous #bokuakakuroken #x oc #lgbt

[ilovekazuhaa]

I saw that you have so many requests right now, so i want you to write this whenever you can, sweetpie.

Just a wholesome simple platonic Julieta x daughter!reader who is emotionless and very stubborn (like; don't want to eat her arepa just to heal such as scratch, and or her bl00dy br0ken arm.)

“Dios mio, (Y/N)! Did you just broke your arms again!?”

“Yes, but i can patch myself up.”

The reader never eat Julieta's arepa since she was littlet and then got her gift; which is can control ice. So one day, the reader used her gift to froze a lake so the children and adults can ice skating.

But then the ice below her began to cracked and immediately fall to the cold water - making her faint immediately. But when she's recovering and making Julieta cry of sadness and worried, she eat her arepa♡

And in the end, she finally smiled then blame herself for making julieta worried to death.

Thank you and make sure to take your time, isa.

— Emo anon✶

Below zero beauty

Julieta x daughter reader

Small TW: mention of blood

genre: fluff!!!

Extra info: reader has ice powers. Just think of her as Elsa from frozen lol except she can actually control her powers. I hope this was worth the wait my emo anon :))

You sighed as you walked inside your home, shutting the door behind you as you held your broken arm with your free one. It throbbed and a huge gash complimented your bent bone. Blood dripped out of your wound as you walked toward the kitchen in search of your mother’s aid.

You sniffed the air and sighed contently when you recognized what she was making. It was buñuelos. As you finally reached the entrance of the kitchen, the sound of your dripping blood woke up your mother’s maternal instinct. She whipped her head around and the sight of your bloody, broken arm made her go into panic mode. Her eyes widened and she ran over to you with an arepa in hand.

“Dios mio, Y/N! Did you break your arm again?” the woman asked at the sight of you clutching your limb as she tried her best to examine it.

You winced when her finger touched your arm “Yes but I can patch myself up” you told her.

Julieta frowned “You can’t eat my arepa? Please?” your mother asked.

“No” you responded “I don’t need it, icing it myself for now is perfectly fine.”

“Fine” she said in defeat “But at least let me help you clean that up.”

After she cleaned away all of the blood and dirt, you created a block of ice and Julieta carefully helped you wrap it a bandage around your arm, holding it in place.

You were so stubborn. Ever since you were young, you never accepted any healing food from your mother. You wanted her to realize that she was more than just her gift and that she didn’t need it to be a good mother. Of course the brunette never expressed that she felt that way out loud, but you were always really good at observing people’s behavior. So, you were willing to put yourself through pain for the sake of your mother, because you loved her that much.

A few weeks later, the weather started to get chilly but the rivers and lakes were not cold enough to become frozen. But when they did though, people loved to ice skate on it. So after waiting several days for a frozen lake with no success, you were asked if you could freeze the lake yourself with your gift and you agreed.

Putting your hand just under the surface of the lake, ice spread across it as the water turned solid and was able to support people’s weight. The weather was cold enough to keep the ice from melting so it would be safe. Or so you thought.

As everyone excitedly put on their ice skates and began ice skating with their families, it almost made you smile. The endless ‘thank you’s” and cheers people gave you made you feel warm inside despite the cold. It was such a beautiful sight to see everyone having so much fun.

Deciding to join in yourself, you put on some ice skates and began to skate. The wind blew in your hair as you glided across the ice. People clapped for you as they watched you unleash your amazing skills and it was so much fun. Continuing to do a few more tricks, you grabbed the hands of civilians and urged them so skate alongside you. You didn’t even realize, but you found yourself smiling and laughing the whole time. You felt so in your element.

Soon after, the people skated away from you and back to their respective areas to wait for another showcase of yours. Watching them return to their previous places, you positioned yourself as everyone’s eyes were on you once again. When all of a sudden you felt yourself falling through the ice and you felt cold. After that, everything went black.

You regained consciousness, taking a sudden and large deep breath in as one of the male civilians gave you chest compressions.

“She’s awake!” you heard voices around you “Everything is going to be okay!”

“Thank god, we almost lost her there.”

The man helping was soaked and he shivered with every breath he took.

As you became aware to what was happening around you, it was apparent that someone was whimpering. It was… your mother? She was next to the man that saved your life, and tears were streaming down her face. She held your hand tightly as if she was searching for warmth in your freezing, wet body. You sat up, coughing water out as you tried to register what had happened. Staring at the ground, you leaned over as the water escaped your lungs, you held your throat, wide eyed as you tried to steady yourself.

After your fight for life had stopped, your mother placed a hand on your shoulder. You winced, noticing you had an ice burn on your shoulder and several others all over your body. Ice crystals enveloped the areas that you were burned, cutting off their circulation. Your leg was already feeling a little numb by the time you returned your mother’s gaze.

“I ran over as soon as I heard what happened mi amor” the woman told you, cupping your face. She couldn’t help but shudder at the feeling of your cold skin on her warm hand.

“I was so worried” her voice broke as she told you this, a single teardrop escaping her eye. Those big brown eyes of hers studied you, trying to take in everything that had happened in such a short time.

You smiled at her, glancing at the simple, yet beautiful design displayed on her apron. You never realized how much it really matched her personality.

“I’m okay now mami” you told her, taking her hand in yours as you winced, due to the severity of your burns.

Julieta frowned, pulling a freshly baked arepa out of her apron “Eat it just this once?” she begged, unwrapping the napkin that preserved the delicious food “For me?” Her brown eyes stared at you curiously as the woman’s lips were slightly agape, waiting for an answer and the tears pooled in her eyes glimmered in the sunlight.

Staring into her eyes, you wanted to refuse. You wanted to tell her that she didn’t need her gift to save you. To tell her that her love was enough to nurse you back to health. But seeing how worried she was, seeing her cry at the sight of you hurt made it hard to deny her offer. You made her worried to death and it was all your fault, the least you could do was help her worries fade away a little.

Rolling your eyes and responding with a “fine” you snatched the arepa out of her hand and took no time to take a bite out of it. The flavors circulated on your tongue and the warmness of your mother’s food made you all fuzzy inside. Maybe you��d start to accept her efforts to heal you from now on. You felt the burns on your body disappear as you were now able to move without difficulty. You also felt the pain in your arm from a previous injury go away as well as the stitched up wound underneath.

‘So sneaky’ you thought, smiling to yourself ‘she always finds a way huh. Guess that’s what moms are for.’

Looking at your mother, you saw a soft smile plastered on her face as she pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry I made you so worried mami” you told her, trying to bask in the woman’s warmth due to the fact that you were still soaked and in freezing weather.

“But you healing my broken arm and cut was not cool. I told you I didn’t need it” you scolded, laying your head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry mi vida” she responded, pulling away “but I cannot allow any injuries to go untreated” she told you, booping your nose. In response to this, you laughed and she just lovingly watched. She was happy that her daughter was okay and pulled you in for a big, slobber filled kiss on the cheek as she said her iconic phrase:

“Ay te amo cosa linda!”

“Ugh, Mamá!” you exclaimed, attempting to disguise your joyful voice with disgust as you wiped away the saliva she left behind on your cheek. You both got up from where you were sitting and she pulled you by your hand, urging you to get closer to her, wrapping an arm around your neck as the both of you walked back home.

“What do you say I get a warm bath ready and make you your favorite desert, hm?” the mixture of your mothers soft voice and the sunshine from the sky that accompanied it made you feel so complete, that this was it.

“Sure mami, I’d like that” you responded.

It was almost as if you never had experienced any type of cold to begin with.

#encanto #julieta madrigal #encanto x reader #encanto imagines #encanto fanfic #disney encanto #julieta encanto #encanto julieta #encanto imagine #julieta #julieta madrigal imagine #julieta madrigal x you #julieta x you #julieta my beloved #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta x reader

[goodieghosty]

Godsides au and it's my fave spooky emo, Virgil

The oldest of the gang, he's just always existed. He didn't have a physical form. He is Darkness. But once the universe was created he wanted to get in on that. If we wanna be technical the ingredients for the universe were already there, he just turned on the oven.

But yee, he wanted to check this new universe o u t. But he had to make a physical form from scratch, and it was p weak. He ended up being taken care of by monsters and learning from them cuz this is a w h o l e new world he needs some help. They taught him all about fear, about how humans feared them, how to use it to his advantage. Humans would call them shadow people but only because their minds couldn't comprehend what they were seeing

Technically, he's the most powerful, but only if he can get into their head and have them fear him. He's formidable.

Started out as a feral thing just going around striking fear into people because he could. Then he would meet Janus, who would convince him to help him in some wars, and this would get him to actually start thinking about w h y he wanted to scare people.

The other gods think he's gone "soft", that is not the case. He just doesn't feel the need to have every person he meets quaking in their boots anymore

Patton would help him find a greater purpose later on down the line but if you ask Virgil he'll just say "yeah I keep people from doing stupid stuff that'll get them killed."

"Virgil, how did you react when a human saw you for the first time?" "Oh, I was super small back then. Lemme think.... Ah, haaah, I ate them." "... what." "Humans taste like pork."

When he was upset back then everything would just go pitch black around him, because that's what comforted him. The shadows comforted him. Now though, it's storm clouds. Because they were the first thing he made with a friend. And he just really likes the memory

Thomas waking up in the middle of a nightmare because he can't breathe and Virgil is literally sitting on his chest like a damn cat "... what are you doing?" "Feeding off your fear." "... is this sleep paralysis?" "I dunno, maybe."

Virgil would turn into a cat whenever Thomas' friends were around and no one told Patton this and Patton fckin smothered the poor cat with so many pets and snuggles. "Uh, Pat-" "Aww, he's purring so loudly! I didn't know you had a cat!" "That's because I don't, that's Virgil." "... I know I should stop but I fear if I do I may end up mauled."

Virgil really will just sit wherever he pleases. Be that on the counter, on top of the fridge, sprawled out over someone's lap. Anywhere.

He can still do that deep voice thing and that's mighty hilarious when he does it as a cat.

He eats the most out of all of them. He doesn't need to. But when he first formed his body he did so now it feels weird to not have to. Where does it go. Who knows.

He gets so sad when he goes to high five Thomas with his bone hand and it just goes through him-but then he laughs cuz he ended up smacking Remus

Thomas "Wait so, if Virgil's Darkness, then that means there's gotta be an embodiment of Light, right?" Virgil "These guys are my light." "... awwwww-" "Wait, what-no! Shut up it wasn't meant to be sappy!"

#godsides au #sanders sides

[chiwhorei]

boyfriend headcannons- k. kyoutani

synopsis: boyfriend headcannon with a sweet, soft g!n s/o.

rating: sfw- just some fluffy boyfriend kyotani vibes.

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: swearing

a/n: just some self-indulgent boyfriend mad dog content, i am unreasonably soft for this man. this has been going bing bong around in my head so i just had to let it out.

This boy is rough around the edges and it drives my FUCKING crazy😍. But let’s all imagine him with a really sweet, soft, s/o.

So everyone from VBC knows Mad Dog as a punked out demon, so they surely don’t expect a sweet, smol babie like you walking hand in hand with him

He always walks a little in front of you and holds your hand very protectively ugh😖

Your style is super soft . Pastel colors and baggie sweaters. Precious really. And Kyotani is always stunned by your sweet, pure beauty.

Whenever you say a curse word my man is literally so shocked, like “Did they srsly just say fuck instead of frick frack?”

Always grumbles when you drag him to go clothes shopping. Mf only has like 5 shirts he cycles through and 182732772 different cut offs made from like old high school t shirts to work out in

“What color do you like better?” You ask while holding up two shirts he SWEARS are the same fucking shirt.

“Is this bitch trying to prank me?”

“I like that one.” He points to the one in your right hand (even though he cannot tell the difference) and you smile happily and kiss his cheek.

Cue the blushing mess of a man who tried to act all hard awwwww

You steal one of his old ripped up band t-shirts and pair it with a soft baggie cardigan and someone is going to have to check my dude’s pulse.

hOW ARE YOU SO CUTE

You also help him dye his hair and honestly bless your soul. You two have very different aesthetics but you will still meticulously dye his hair with those two lines of brunette because you support your man’s emo dreams.

Okay. Listen. Mad Dog drives a stick and really likes classic cars. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

If he’s not playing volleyball he’s working on a beat up old Mustang. He’s like... changing the... transmission or the bumper... or something...

Whatever, he’s all hot and sweaty in a tank top that’s what we all care about anyway.

And there you are, leaning against the drivers side door and chattering about something that happened in one of your classes and he’s just nodding along, offering some grunts of acknowledgement while wiping some oil off of his hands.

And CAN WE JUST IMAGINE SITTING IN THE PASSENGERS SEAT while he’s driving. Watching his hands as he switches gears and his fingers thumping to the beat of whatever song is playing on the steering wheel oomph

One of his favorite things to do is to just drive around and listen to music.

Here he comes, banged up old car he completely rebuilt, with the hardest music blasting through the open windows, and there you are in the passengers seat going 🥰☺️💖

Everyone around: “Is that person being kidnapped?”

Takes you to car shows. This is one of the very few times Kyotani is super talkative, walking you around and explaining all the different ~car~ things

You don’t really know what he’s talking about but you love it when he geeks out a little.

You show up to his practice one day to bring him some snacks.

Everyone’s eyes snap over to the random person hugging the door frame of the gym entrance, with a gigantic smile and pure, curious eyes.

Literally everyone on the team is disintegrating when Kyotani walks up to you and starts talking to you? Like? A? Normal? Conversation?

And then he starts tugging on the end of you sweater, playing with the hem bc it comforts him 😢

You lean in and rub your hand over his bleached hair, scratching your nails on the back of his neck

“Mad Dog-Chan, you look like a little puppy!”

Ope Oikawa you have a death wish

“Aww, Taro you are MY little puppy!” You say and hug his arm to your chest, rubbing your cheek on his fucking BEEFY bicep.

Everyone in the gym is waiting for him to BLOW

But he just- blushes and buries his head into your neck, mumbling something about how embarrassing you are but giving no indication that he’s actually upset

Now the whole team uses you as a lithium pill

“That’s not very nice puppy-Chan, what would y/n think?”

Absolutely hates it when Oikawa talks about you like he knows ANYTHING, he gets a little frustrated when people assume things about your relationship.

Don’t worry, Iwa spikes a ball right into Oikawa’s head so your boyfriend just glares and moves on.

His scowl never really leaves his features, but you bring out the tiniest soft look in his eyes.

You’re at every game. Sporting his jersey and cheering like a maniac

After a win, you rush down and jump onto his back. He knows you’re going to and he catches you every time like it’s nothing.

He’s just standing around with everyone and feels you approaching and hooks his hands under your knees and continues whatever he was doing as your kissing his cheeks and praising him.

Will have a whole conversation with Iwa or something with you hanging on him like a koala

After a loss, you know he doesn’t want to talk so you wait for him to change and clean up and he drives out to a quiet parking lot or the overlook on top of a hill (that sounds like a kidnapping I’m sorry)

But you just sit on the hood of the car and hold his hand, rubbing small circles with your thumb. You stay quiet and give him time to decompress.

You’re both staring up at the night sky, when a shooting star passes and you squeal and point up to make sure he saw.

Even in the dark he can see your huge, sweet smile and sparkling eyes. 

He loves how the smallest things excite you, he loves how you always look on the bright side, he loves how you make him want to be a better person.

He loves you.

You snap your head to face him with complete adoration in your eyes.

He didn’t mean to passively whisper it into the night air after a frustrating loss, it honestly just slipped out.

His worries that he didn’t make his declaration special enough were quickly quelled when you scoot over and put your head perfectly into the juncture of his collar bone.

“Taro, I love you too. So much.” You lean up and speak softly right over his lips.

You’ve kissed him a million times before.

But every time, just before your lips meet and you take the cutest little anticipatory inhale and glance down at his mouth and back up to his eyes, he feels just as nervous as the first time.

#kyoutani x reader #kyoutani kentarou x reader #haikyuu x reader #kyoutani kentarou #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #kentaro kyotani #haikyuu kyotani #kyotani headcanons #kyotani x reader #reader insert #headcanon #mad dog

[thesolotomyhan]

a/n: ive been rewatching narcos mexico to get back in the mood and here we are mis amores! so this turned into i guess what you would call dating them would include hc? but yah-anyways here we go i hope you enjoy :(

taglist: @fandomnerd16 @visintaes @sheeshgivemeabreak @artemiseamoon @all-tings-diego @umvirgo @redhairedace

let me know if you want to be added!

Warnings: a touch of NSFW!

OK BUT CAN I JUST SAY THE OLD MIGUEL GIVES ME SUCH INNOCENT FUCKING VIB ES

LIKE?? THE PERFECT HUSBAND WHO CHERISHES YOU WITH LITTLE DETAILS AND KISSE S- im SObbing

because i just know its obvious pre narco miguel is such a different vibe than the miguel angel we all know- literally 2 different persons you feel??

and like i get the feeling it would be this amor sincero where he would bring you a ramo de flores every time he possibly can because he knows stuff like that makes you happy and just-

nothing beats the feeling of taking the little money he has left over to make you smile the best way he knows how,, by trying to give you the world with little presents and such-

just trying to be as detallista as much as he can,, needing a way to show you how much he loves you :(

and i dont know why i get hardcore aesthetics of him coming home every day,, whistling a little tune and walking into your home with him to the smell of your cooking-

him coming up behind you,, holding your back into his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he kisses your shoulder and neck like- “ya te llegue, mi amor”

WOw,, all while hes rocking both of your bodies side to side,, your small laugh filling up the room and his heart :( its so fucking domestic i CRY

or get this,, maybe on some days him drowning you in besitos,, picking you up and twirling you around like perhaps that time aviles allowed him to go to guadalajara or the time rafas weed grew in the backyard-

:(( just him being all excited,, that hes finally getting his foot in the door to give you a better life hes always dreamed of giving you :( i cant

since we’re on this subject i just feel like hes always promising you that he’s going to give you the world one day,, take you to places you deserve to go and just treat you like a reina

im soft at the thought of him praying for diosito so that day can come sooner

especially when he comes home late at night, when you already fell asleep or him not being able to sleep during some nights and seeing the way youre curled into him,,

like him saying hes already bendecido with you,, but he wants you to have everything in life for sticking with him and being his number one supporter :(( i need to go cry

now hear me out ok- because the old miguel would be into slow and sensual sex because i feel like he would be so passionate and i dont know why-

its always him taking all the time in the world to feel your body-

caressing his hands everywhere just to see the way you let out soft little gasps

just getting to know every inch,, kissin g down your body while your hands would be softly tangling in his hair-

im so sorry in advance but him kissing in between your thighs ?? looking up at you-

just loving the way you start to tremble before he even gets to your core,, his soft laugh whispering how fucking beautiful you look for him-

Wow i cant- him eating you out would be so soft but intense,, all of his focus would be on your clit like sucking on it gently as he moves his hands to hold your hips down - pleas e no one look at me right now

like i can feel it in my bones that he would love working his fingers inside of you too-

just this slow rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of you as he moves up to  kiss you- drowning out your moans-

needing to make you cum at least once before hes inside of you-

just softly praising you when he watches your hips rise, your head falling back as you hold onto his shoulders,, his teeth sinking into your neck- wow i cant

but back to what i was saying because i just know he would always do these slow and deep thrusts when he has you under him-

his diosa,, bringing your legs to cling onto him holding one of your thighs,, your hands desperately scratching down his back as he thrusts into you steadily-

his groans mixing in with your whimpers when he watches your body rock with his-

im sorry but him softly chuckling down at you when he watches your eyes roll back,, your hands gripping the bedsheets when he reaches his thumb down to play with your clit- this is going to turn into smut yall im sorrY-

ok but back to where we were- the old school love?? please -

like im talking about him always taking you out during the weekends, maybe even after he comes home from work,, but just

you and him walking through the park,, holding handssss :((

sharing antojitos all the time with each other,

the two of you always having the biggest heart eyes for one another,, it never fails :(

i cant- the idea of him reminiscing a whole bunch of things with you when youre both walking around

like, “mira over there by that tree,,, we shared our first kiss there when we were plebes enamorados, te recuerdas, mi amor?” :(( and just the fucking SMILE on his face when he looks over at you :((

:( him bringing your hand up to kiss it,, his other hand holding the side of your head,, his soft lovesick fucking eyes like “nunca olvides que eres mi mundo,, desde chiquillo me traes asi mija” my :((( im getting emotional

like you two would be the couple goals and the talk of the pueblo,, los pajaritos enamorados :(

listen becasue he definitely has this picture of you always with him,, taking it with him wherever he goes,,

my heart- like him talking to it before he does something,, reminding himself that everything he does is all for you,, probably kisses it like a good luck charm :((( i-

but you know what?? also being close :) to rafa:)) as well tho:)

like that scene where rafa was so excited telling miguel angel that their sinsemilla weed grew,,

and him excitedly running into your house,, his cunada :), yelling your name that your backyard is the best thing that had happened for his weed garden :))

oh my god,, if you and miguel had kids,, rafa is going to be the favorite padrino all the time with them :(( ugh

but being best friends with him makes my heart hurt,, because youre probably always telling him before he leaves with miguel angel all the time like “cuidamelo, por favor” and rafa giving you that dumbass smile he does but reassuring you-

i can definitely see you being the person behind pushing miguel angel to tell aviles about expanding into guadalajara-

not so much because you care about the lujos he wants to give you if this works out but

more so because you can see he has a bigger passion for it instead of being a cop

so youre just always reassuring him when he asks you if youre sure about this

just telling him that he should do whatever makes him happier and that youre always going to be right there with him- :((

wow but im also so emo at the thought of him giving you little updates when he starts forming all the plazas together-

just - excitement in his voice when hes talking to you because lo esta logrando,, so close to giving you the life you deserve by his side,, playing with your picture he has in his hands i :((

i just,, old miguel is just so domestic with you i go soft everytime i see him

#narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico

[antipodeanpineapplelump]

WIP... Tuesday?

Just in case anyone was wondering what useless novelty project I’m spending my time on now, may I introduce:

Or more accurately: “Shisui Uchiha and the Saga of the Overly Complex Movie Poster that’s Taking Up all of the Author’s Writing Time.”

Or: “Shisui Uchiha and the One-off Story that Accidentally Turned Into a Trilogy, much to the Author’s Total Lack of Surprise.”

So anyway, I have 30,000 words (3/9 chapters of the first part) so far and as usual, no timeline for completing this story. But I’m definitely in too deep to back out now! My new approach to stories is to write the whole thing, then post week by week. So this one is still probably several months away at least...

But here’s a quick preview:

The list of things Shisui Uchiha regrets in his life is pretty small.

A handful of ill-considered one night stands, several embarrassing bets with members of his family, the summer he decided to turn emo, oh—and one particularly notable fuck-up early in his career that very nearly ended it prematurely. But, for the most part, it’s been smooth-sailing.

Sure, maybe the odd rival takes a pot shot at him here or there. Ancient booby traps try to kill him, or the local wildlife steps in where they’ve left off. He and spiders are categorically never going to get along. But he’s never had cause to regret his career itself. He loves everything about treasure hunting—the adventure, the danger, the intellectual challenge of it all. The way his heart races when he finds some ancient artifact supposedly lost for good.

So, all in all, his current position—perched twenty feet up a silk cotton tree in India, surrounded by about two-dozen armed thugs personally out for his blood—well, that’s just another day at the office.

Two of the men walk below Shisui’s hiding place and he holds his breath, watching. They’re thick-built meat-heads; improbable amalgams of every jackbooted thug to ever grace a movie screen, with jawlines Chuck Norris could break a fist on, and brows that would make a Neanderthal proud. Supressing the snicker that threatens to escape him at the thought, Shisui wonders where Gato keeps finding these idiots. Some sort of steroid-fuelled body building conference maybe…

Comfortable they’re far too stupid to realise he’s here, he swings his legs back and forward, checking his bag to make sure his prize is still undamaged. Thankfully, despite having beaten a hasty retreat through the crowded city streets, the jewel-encrusted golden elephant winks up at him like a winning lottery ticket. One that’s going to pay for fancy canapes, champagne and extra leg room on Shisui’s flight home. Then a lot more afterwards.

But karma, as they say, is a bitch.

And karma, for Shisui, makes itself known in the form of a fluffy grey creature that plops down onto the branch beside him, joined in short order by half a dozen other partners in crime. At first, the macaque just fixes its intelligent gaze on Shisui, as though assessing what to do with him. Then, one very pregnant pause later, after the apparent realisation that no food is immediately forthcoming, the ringleader opens its mouth and screams. Loudly.

Shit.

“No, shhh…” Shisui orders in a loud whisper. “Oh come on, don’t be an asshole.”

The screaming continues, soon swelling to a cacophony as the others join in.

“Shoo!” he pleads, waving his arms around to try and scare them off. “I’ll buy you bag of bananas or something when I get down from here, just please shut up…”

But the little bastards don’t stop and, if anything, Shisui’s heated objection only seems to be pissing them off more. Which is fantastic, because truly the last thing he needs today is to catch rabies or—

From the bottom of the tree, someone clears their throat. “Ahem.”

Or that.

It’s smug, officious, and quite frankly, about the last voice Shisui wants to hear right now. Every part of him sinks. On reflection, maybe it was a bit arrogant to think he wouldn’t have been followed to the temple. To think he was just going to walk in, pilfer a several-centuries old treasure, and walk out again, a comfortable five-figure sum the richer for it.

But then, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Sighing, he looks down to see his least-favourite human approximation of a turd. “Gato.”

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favourite globe-trotting Uchiha. Fancy seeing you here,” Gato says, appearing inordinately pleased. His trademark sunglasses sit awkwardly atop his bulbous nose, straddling a pencil moustache that looks like a worm met its unfortunate end on his face some years ago, and he never bothered to wipe it off.

For reasons he can’t currently articulate, it annoys the shit out of Shisui. Possibly because if there’s anything he hates more than someone getting the better of him, it’s someone who’s as much of a fucking waste of space as Gato getting the better of him.

“Yeah well, you know how it is,” he says, glancing around for a quick exit. “Ancient treasures to find, damsels in distress to rescue…”

But unfortunately, the crowd of highly armed men around Gato is growing by the second, and Shisui’s options are looking somewhat thin on the ground. At least, all the ones that don't end with him riddled in bullet holes. Damn macaques…

Gato grins. In the pre-monsoon heat, sweat rolls down his neck and spreads like an oily stain across his collar. “Oh, I’m well aware of how you operate... You’re a businessman, just like me. Always taking jobs for the highest bidder.” Before Shisui can open his mouth to disagree, Gato holds up a hand, adding, “I know, I know… you don’t see yourself that way. Moral code or whatever it is you like to call it. But in reality, the only difference between us is that you have the air of legitimacy that comes with an academic backing, whereas I’m willing to admit what I really want.”

“And what do you want, Gato?” Shisui asks flatly, already knowing the answer. The tired old game they’re playing here.

“That trinket you have in your bag.” Gato licks his lips, as though he can taste the champagne he’s going to be drinking once he returns the statue to whoever hired him, to disappear into some private collection, never to see the light of day again.

“What do I get in return?” Shisui asks, even though it’s obvious from Gato’s expression that he’s not going to like it, whatever it is.

A mirthless laugh assaults his ears. “I’ll let you live to cross paths with me another day.”

As offers go, it’s not very believable. But as much as Shisui hates to admit when his luck’s run out, even he can see the writing on the wall. Today really isn’t his day. Sure, he might trust Gato about as far as he could throw him, but even Gato isn’t stupid enough to shoot him on a main street, in broad daylight. Probably…

Retrieving the golden elephant from his bag, Shisui tosses it carefully down.

Turning the trinket over in his hands, Gato lets out a hum of appreciation. “Very nice. My client will be pleased.” He hands it off to one of his many thugs to box up, then peers back through the branches, looking more like a slug than Shisui would ever have thought possible. Reinforcing the impression, his lips twist with a slimy smile. “Well, as always, it’s been nice doing business with you Shisui. But I think, unfortunately, you’ve caused me trouble for the last time.”

Far too pleased for Shisui’s taste, Gato steps back, raising his hand in a gesture that looks awfully like it’s intended as a final farewell. Or a smug ‘fuck you.’ Either way, the message is perfectly clear.

Shisui rolls his eyes, mentally scratching off another predictable villainous turn on his treasure hunting bingo card. “All right,” he calls after Gato’s retreating back. “Nice doing business with you too! See you next time...” Under his breath he mutters, “Asshole…”

Truly, Gato doesn't have an original bone in his body. It's like he once read The Idiots Guide to Being a B-Grade Movie Villain, then internalised it on the spot to make up for a lack of anything remotely resembling a personality. But, pathetic imitation of a villain or not, his bullets are still effective.

The leaves around him shred beneath the pop, pop of gunfire as Shisui sucks in a rushed breath, bracing himself for what he’s about to do. The branch wobbles precariously beneath his feet as he races along it, pushing off into air that rushes past, disconcerting and empty. The slender gap to the building seems to widen to the span of a gaping abyss—

He hits the rail of the apartment with thud, clambering quickly over it to fall on his back on the balcony, winded, but mercifully unharmed. A macaque peers over the guttering at him, with a leering grin that clearly threatens more screaming.

“Don’t you start,” he warns, waggling a finger at it.

But there’s barely a moment to catch his breath before the sound of splintering wood below indicates another problem. Or an extension of the same one. Bounding to his feet, Shisui scoops up his hat, settles it back on his head, and checks over the railing. A bullet clips the plaster nearby—a pretty good indication that Gato’s men have every idea where he’s gone. That, combined with the way they’re currently pushing through the lower doors to the complex probably doesn’t mean anything good for him.

“Shit,” he announces to no one in particular. It’s times like these he really wishes he carried a gun…

Forcing his way into the mercifully empty apartment off the balcony, Shisui slips quickly through it. Cracking open the door on the far side, he checks the coast is clear. It is.

Of course, it doesn’t stay that way for long. Halfway along the open air corridor, there’s a cry of discovery from his pursuers, followed by more shooting. Seriously, why are the bad guys always bringing guns to Shisui’s knife fights?

Ducking, he runs faster, bursting into another apartment filled with hazy cigarette smoke and shocked faces before finally making it to an exterior stairwell on the far side. Looking at the next building over, it’s immediately apparent the gap is way too far for him to use the same trick he did before. But with Gato’s men advancing on him from below, maybe he can just make it to street level and bypass them altogether…

A thicket of power cables criss-crosses the span between the buildings, with one nearby running almost to the level of the shop awnings below. Sending a rash of silent prayers to whatever gods take care of Indian power line maintenance, Shisui detaches a length of rope from his belt and flings it over the wire, gripping each side like a makeshift zipline. Holding his breath, he pushes off into empty space. To his surprise and considerable delight, the line holds.

It sweeps him across the street, picking up more and more speed, until the side of the other building is rushing at him like—

Shit.

He impacts it with his shoulder, coming to an uncomfortable and jarring stop. Pain shoots down his arm and he lets go of the rope, crashing through a fabric awning and landing ungracefully in a huge stack of bagged flour. Dust floats down around him and Shisui groans, moving each of his limbs in turn. By some miracle, nothing seems broken. Not even his tantō in its leather holster at his back.

Oh well. Fall down seven times, stand up eight…

Apparently his exit was none too subtle though, because Gato’s men are leaning over the stairwell railing, yelling and pointing at the mess he’s made. Dragging himself to his feet, Shisui evades an angry store owner, brushes flour off of his clothes and resumes running for his life.

Never let anyone say archaeology is boring.

As he emerges back onto the main street, searching for quick and easy exit, the sound of screeching brakes and angry honking carries from the road. Cutting a wild path through traffic is an old open-top olive-drab Jeep with several gold charms dangling from its rear-view mirror. It jerks to a stop just before hitting Shisui, both side wheels riding up on the curb.

“Need a ride?” the female driver asks, grinning.

Her windswept hair hangs past the fashionable silk scarf tied at her neck. Unmanicured nails wrap around the slender metal of the steering wheel, like they couldn’t be more at home there. They’re a stark contrast with the cream suit linen she’s wearing, rolled up neatly to her elbows. Speckled with dirt, it looks like she’s probably travelled halfway across the country to be here, and been up to her elbows in the grease of the Jeep’s engine at some point to do it. She’s a walking contradiction—albeit one Shisui is delighted to see.

“Izumi!” he exclaims happily.

Eyes sparkling, she waves. “Hey.”

“I thought you were practicing on the course in Reno this weekend… What’re you doing here?”

A shot rings out, kicking up dust near one of the tyres. Glancing behind him, Izumi rolls her eyes, reaching across to throw open the door. “What am I always doing? Saving your ass, you idiot... Now get in before one of us gets shot, or I have to find out whether my rental insurance covers illegal firefight damage.”

#uchiha shisui #uchiha izumi #future shisuita #new story #my art #really having fun writing this one #I'm such a sucker for adventure movies #and snarky team banter #and this combines both #aaaaand we've just been thrown into another covid lockdown #so more writing time here I come! #Shisui Uchiha and the Lost Treasure of Asura

[four-rabbit]

Game Night

I don’t really know what this is, I’m just glad I was finally able to finish a sanders sides’ fanfic for the first time. 

This fanfic was born from the last video, obviously, and the realization that the creativity twins canonically feel physical pain when their ideas are desregard or their function is “offended” let’s say, which I had to exagerate and turn int angst, of course, so enjoy!

Summary: Remus get sick so frequently that those nights have became his idea of a sleepover. 

Ship: platonic dukeceit. Or romantic. You can interpret it however you want

Characters: Remus Sanders, Virgil Sanders and Janus Sanders 

Warnings: swearing, kinda grapphic descriptions of pain and sickness, mentions to vomit. Also maybe some umsympathetic Virgil? I don’t see it like that, but I guess it depends on how you interpret it. 

Word Count: 1729

Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

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If Remus was real, he would be dead. 

And if snakes could demonstrate worry, they would make exactly the same expression that Janus had after looking at the thermometer. 

"How do you manage to get so bad so quickly?" 

"What can I say, being bad is the only thing I'm good at" Remus joked, the words scratching his throat as an unwanted cough came with them. Janus rolled his eyes, trying to seem calm. And falling. 

"Any idea what was the cause this time?" Remus' focus went down to the old and familiar sheet, which he fiddled with, avoiding the question. 

"How hot am I?" He vaguely pointed to the thermometer. 

"You have a 113°F fever" 

"Well, fuck. That's a new record" he touched his own forehead, smiling almost maniacally right after "Shit. How long do you think it takes until my brain melts? 

"Bold of you to assume it hadn't already" Virgil was the one to answer, entering the room with a bowl of hot soup in his hands. 

"Wow Virgil, that was fast " Janus lied, raising an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"I was trying to actually cook something real for once"

"Please don't tell me your burned the kitchen" the half-snake child replied, with some amount of actual fear behind the dramatic hand to his chest and horrified expression. 

"Ha ha" pause "...not on purpose" Virgil replied, looking away. 

 "Yeah, that's my job!"

"Remus, eat your soup, the grownups are talking" the embodiment of Fear interrupted jokingly, even though any of them was older then twelve. Then he turned to Janus again, already guessing what he was going to say "but... it's fine now. I took care of it" Janus made a mental note to go take a look at the damage as fast as possible. They could all be kids, but Janus knew very well he was the only responsible there. 

"I don't like it...!" Creativity replied, sounding like a child who doesn't want to eat salad. Janus sighed as his thoughts were interrupted, conjuring a bottle of perfume and poured it in the meal. 

"Now eat" and so he did. Virgil raised an eyebrow, but he was smiling, trying not to be so worried. Or at least not demonstrate it. After so many times, he should be used to it, but... well, he was Fear. It was his job to keep track of the worst case scenarios.

"Did he get better?"

"On the contrary. The fever is higher than ever"

"And I also feel like someone ripped my bones out of my skin and then put them back, but like... in the wrong way" Remus added, spilling hot soup all over the sheet and his clothes by trying to communicate with his mouth full. 

"So it's one of those nights" Virgil mumbled.

"I'm afraid so" 

Remus finished his soup smiling like there was no tomorrow, opening his arms despite how much that simple gesture hurted "Game night while I'm dying!" Janus smiled, with more sadness in his eyes than anything else. 

"I'll get the monopoly"

•••

"I won"

"No, you did fucking not" Remus immediately answered, not even looking away from his cards.

"You can see for yourself" Janus showed his game, which clearly meant a victory, indeed. Remus tossed his cards on the sheet like it was their fault. He was so fucking close!

"You cheated" Virgil said sharply, as if it was an undeniable fact. 

"Do you have any proof? Janus challenged, not losing a beat or his mischievous smile.

"Yeah. It's the only thing you know how to do" the teenager replied, his tone as cold as a lake in the winter. Janus looked down before he could help himself. Couldn't he keep it down for at least one night? The night Remus needed both of them?

The cards caught fire. It was an accident, but Remus decided to go with that, jumping out of the sheets, trying to ignore the terrible twist that movement gave to his stomach. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he threw up. At least that way these two would stop fucking fighting. 

"What the hell?!" Virgil exclaimed, tossing his game away like it was burning. Which was the case, indeed.

"Let's watch a horror movie!" Well, he got their attention. 

"Did you need to burn things before saying that?!" Virgil screamed. He was standing and seemed even more distressed.This was a mistake, Janus realized. It was foolish to think they could ignore their differences for the sake of Remus. 

"It's more fun this way! What can it be? One of the classics? Some shitty obscure one?" He kept trying, getting out of bed and walking toward Virgil, who walked away from him. Janus immediately got up too, already anticipating the disaster that situation could turn to. A worst one. Because it was already a disaster. 

"Please, control yourselves"

"I'm controlled! I'm not the one burning things" Virgil replied, the trace of the tempestuous tongue in his voice proving that he was anything but in control. 

"Remus, please. Apologize for burning the cards"

"It's just some stupid paper!

"Now"

"It was a fucking accident"

"We all know it wasn't" Janus almost, almost told Virgil to shut up after that. But he didn't need to make things worse than they already were.

"It was a fucking accident" his voice started getting threatened, his eyes started shining with a red danger "But you know what wouldn't be a fucking accident? if I..." his vision went black, a headache that felt like someone had opened his skull being everything that existed and then not even that. 

Anxiety got out of the room immediately after his friend fainted, keeping his gaze to the ground, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stand any amount of time alone with Deceit. 

•••

   Remus wished he was real, so he would be dead. 

   He felt like someone had catched his body on fire, then hit his head with an axe, then exchanged his blood for poison and his bones with knives. 

   "I knew you were stupid, but not stupid enough to try and suggest an idea for Thomas. On your own. After terrorizing him the whole night. Literally hours after recovering from your last..." Janus looked down at his friend, in one of the only moments he didn't try to hide his emotions. Fear. Somebody had to fill the vacancy now that Virgil is gone, I suppose. 

   "It was..." He coughed blood. "A good idea"

   "Oh yeah, I'm sure he thought the same" Janus rolled his eyes. Remus tried to say that he would be fine, but his throat still hurt from the acid of his stomach and the scratching of his coughs. 

   "I told you to not do anything too dangerous. We are..." he looked down to his gloves which, as he knew, covered up for the scales that apparently had decided that half of his face was not punishment enough. "In a delicate situation, now that..."

   "The emo is gone. I know" Remus completed, his voice not much more than a whisper. 

   "Oh please, no. We are better off without him haunting us all day. If he prefers to deal with them, the only thing I feel is pity" anyone else would have believed that. Remus knew it was bullshit the second those words left his mouth. But he didn't say that. Mostly because he was feeling nauseous again and he learned that, apparently, people don't like if you throw up while trying to talk to them. 

   Janus stayed in silence for a couple more seconds, then something changed in his eyes and he got up.

   "Well, if you need me, I'll be reading" said, but before he could go too far, Remus grabbed the bottom of his coat, deciding to make use of his positions of creativity, as with a snap of his fingers green words appeared in the air:

   "It's game night, not a fucking book club"

   "I don't think you're able to play games right now"

   "I've never been better in my entire fucking life"

   The words glitched as his consciousness stumbled. 

   "Remus"

   "You've been reading, studying, planning, whatever every fucking time we were together" he finally was able to find his voice again "Is it me, Virgil, or just you being a dick? 

   "You need to rest"

   "I'm gonna vomit on your shoes"

   Janus sighed, sitting again on the bed. 

   "What do you propose?"

   "Truth or dare" Janus never plays truth or dare. The two of them, Virgil and Remus, would play it at any given opportunity, on the other hand. 

   "Don't test me"

   Floating words again: "I'm gonna take it easy"

   "You never take it easy."

   Remus frowned. 

   "Ok" the half-snake man sighed "let's find a compromise: I can play Never Have I Ever" 

   Remus smiled diabolically. So they had a deal. 

•••

   "Finally! It's been so long since our last sleepover!"

   "This is anything but a sleepover" Janus replied, not looking away from his book.

   "Yes it is! We're sleeping together not in a sexual way and wearing pajamas.

   "I'm not-" Remus snapped his fingers and suddenly Janus had a yellow onesie on. "...I'm not having a sleepover with you. And you're not even that bad"

   "But I'll be. And in the meantime... Please play truth or dare with me just this time please please" he said in one breath. 

   "You already know my opinion about this game"

   "I know that you like it! You would always laugh and even participate when me and Virgin played!" Janus flinched.

   "That was a long time ago"

   "Just two rounds!" 

   "I..."

   "C'mon! You're not gonna lose an arm if you play just one time. And even if you did, you would still have five perfectly good ones left"

  Janus hesitated. He knew Remus would get worse. It was obvious by the tiredness in his voice, even when he was so excited. And how pale he was. How deep his eyeshadow appeared, making him seem like a dead body. 

   He sighed. Remus smiled from ear to ear. Literally.

   "Truth or dare?!" Asked as if he was a child whose birthday had come earlier.

   "Dare, obviously" Janus said, unable to stop himself from smiling at his friend's happiness, even though they both knew it wouldn't last long. 

   But that was okay. Because they would have one another. And that was enough. It had to be.

#sanders sides #fanfic #dukeceit #tw swearing #tw vomit #tw sickness #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #rabbit writes

[x-woozi]

Sugar, Spice, and Everything.. else?

Part 27: A confession

Summary: After a very public embarrassing moment, y/n manages to make a few new friends. Though in trying to make those friends there is a bit of a complication in winning over the group.

A/n: there is only one more part, and I will be posting it in 30 minutes. I don’t want to make you all wait 3 more days just for the last little bit. So look forward to that.

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You did the same thing anyone would do if someone said they had to tell you something. But had to do it in person. And they were on their way to you. You panicked and immediately started cleaning up. Which was pointless because you had been stress cleaning for the past few days, while you were waiting for any of them to respond to you.

What is he coming to tell me? I feel like I should already know. Subconsciously you did, but your mind wasn’t ready to admit that. Having to wait again for some kind of explanation made you feel even more restless.

Just when you thought you were about to explode from curiosity and nerves, there was a knock. Surprisingly that made your stomach sink even lower. You were so anxious for him to hurry and get there to tell you. Now that he was you weren’t sure if you were ready to know.

You ran to the door but hesitated to open it, remembering you still hadn’t seen the outcome of the fight. Please don’t let it be bad, I won’t be able to stay upset if it is..

There was another knock bringing you back. You waited another second before opening the door. He stood there in a gray pull over and a black hat looking down just enough so his face wasn’t fully visible.

You stood there for a minute before saying anything “Well are you going to tell me standing there all dark and gloomy in my doorway, or are you going to come in?” You stepped aside a little more, the annoyance was present in your voice, but was it real?

He mumbled out an apology and stood in the walkway, waiting to follow you after closing and locking the door. You both took a seat on the couch, still in silence. “So..”

“Right, uh” Finally he looked up and you could see his face. “I’m not-”

“Changbin, your face” just like you thought it would be, the ‘anger’ you felt was gone. Now you just felt bad seeing him like this. There was a small cut on his lower lip and just under his left eyebrow along with some slight bruising on his right cheek bone.

“It’s not that bad,” he went back to trying to avoid your eyes. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”

You moved closer to him, which made him scoot away. “Not that bad” you asked before grabbing his shoulders to make him face you again. Wow his arms are- nope stop it. Focus. One thing at a time. You removed your hands from him and tried to ignore your thoughts, but those mixed with him looking intently back at you made a warmth creep onto your cheeks.

“This is why I told them not to tell you anything yet, I was wanting to wait for this to heal up a little more..”

“Why did you have to go and start that fight?” You questioned. “I said i was fine and it didn’t matter. And now you're hurt!”

He turned himself more to fully face you, “because it did matter and you were not fine. I was here that night remember, you were much quieter than you normally were.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, we were watching a movie,” you argued, but he was right.

“It didn’t stop you the last time, you made a comment about almost every scene.” You were about to try to defend yourself when he let out a sigh. “That’s not why I’m here.”

Already both forgetting the reason he came over here to finally talk to you. “Right, okay so what it is?”

He scratched the back of his neck, “well uh, it’s just that I care about you”

You placed your hand on his thigh. “I know that, even though you don’t really act like it sometimes but I care about you too Binnie.”

His eyes darted to where your hand was. “Uh that’s not what I really meant. I um-“ the red on the tips of his ears were as bright as ever matching the color growing on his cheeks. “Y/n I like you.”

You gave a small smile “I lik-“

“No” he interrupted. “Not just as a friend, it’s more than that.”

You froze, he does like me? How did Nayeon know before me? Still saying nothing to him.

“It’s just that you are the only one that has really wanted or tried to get to know me, besides the guys. And you’re really nice, except for when your getting mad at me. But I think your even cuter when your mad.” He just smiled to himself as he rambled. “Not that I was doing it on purpose, but it made you come over so I could see you again. So it was a good thing.”

“Binnie I-“

“It’s okay, you don’t have to feel the same, I just think I needed to say it.” He looked back up at you and saw the blush growing on your face, it only made his smile bigger.

Seeing his full smile made your heart melt. You had never been able to see him like this, he always had such a serious face. You weren’t even sure how to respond to him, you just stared back at him as your thoughts slipped out “I could kiss you right now.” Your eyes widen as soon as you finished your sentence, “that’s not what I was I meant to say”

“Ask and you will get.” He moved one hand to the back of your neck to pull you in as he leaned closer. His lips were like silky pillows. It wasn’t like what you thought it would be, it was a gentle.

It was an amazing kiss, that was of course interpreted, “THEYRE KISSING! HE DID IT!” There was a small window next to the door and you could see Felix and Hyunjin peeking in.

“I’m going to kill them.” Changbin stood up from the couch and started towards the door.

“Go go go he’s coming!” Hyunjin yelled but he was too late. The door swung open and all 7 of them stood there.

“Why are you here?”

Chan stepped forward, “well someone had to make sure you didn’t chicken out.”

You got up from your spot and met them at the door, “well he didn’t and you ruined a very nice moment.” You stood next to Changbin pressing yourself to his side, and he placed his arm around your waist.

“Were you that red this whole time??” Seungmin asked, pointing at Changbin. “That’s embarrassing.”

Before he could say anything you placed a hand on his chest to stop him, “it would be if I didn’t feel the same way, but I think it’s cute.” You smiled back up at him.

“I think I’m going to be sick” Hyunjin said with disgust on his face.

“Does that mean you’re permanently part of the group now?” Jeongin asked very excitedly.

“I wasn’t already? Guys I’m hurt.”

“No no of course you were, it’s just now with” Felix said looking over the two of you. “Well you know, now you’re really staying.”

“Yes but you guys are not. So go home.” Changbin said wanting them to leave you alone again.

“Yeah okay we’ll see you later,” Chan said with a wink pulling the rest of the boys along.

Changbin shut the door, “sorry about that I should’ve known they were going to do that.”

You laughed, “why, it’s not like you’ve never confessed your feelings before?” The were a pause, “I mean you have right?”

“Not really. No one else has ever caught my attention like you did, that and everyone else sees me as the ‘violent emo boy’ so..”

“Did Chan tell you I called you that?! Because I was joking, sort of. It’s just you are always in dark clothes and you don’t really say much and-“ You stopped when you realized you were the one rambling and he was just laughing.

“I know I know, and it’s true but I’m not always like that,” he said pulling you into his arms.

“Oh is there a more romantic side to Mr Seo Changbin?” You teased.

His smile turned into a smirk and his eyes lowered, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I think I would really,” you smiled before reaching to kiss him again.

Is there really a romantic side to him, or is he just a little softer, was the only though you had before fully falling into the kiss and that was all you could think about.

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[lordelmelloi2]

“– But Archer, let’s drink first and leave the business of battle till later.”

“Sure, unless you don’t think much of the wine I brought at all.”

“Nonsense, how can I bear to not drink such delicious liquor?”

At this moment, Saber could no longer tell if Archer and Rider were friends or foe; she merely sat aside, looking at the two. After a short while, she finally opened her mouth towards Rider.

“King of Conquerors, since you’ve already admitted that the Holy Grail is owned by someone else, you’re still going to take it by force?”

“ – Huh? Obviously. My belief is ‘conquest’… which is ‘taking’ and ‘invade’.”

Suppressing the anger in her heart, Saber continued to ask:

“Then why do you want the Holy Grail?”

Unexpectedly, Rider smiled rather shyly. He replied after taking a sip of wine:

“I want to be human.”

nOOOONONONONNO! THIS IS THE LINE THAT MAKES ME THE MOST FUCKING EMO!!!! THIS IS IT!!!! I KEEP TELLING YOU BITCHES ISKANDAR HAD A VAGUE IDEA OF WHAT HE TRULY WANTED!!!!!! BUT HE KEEPS LATCHING IT BACK TO CONQUEST AND HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF BEING HUMAN EVEN THOUGH HE WANTS IT SO BADLY!!! HE UNDERTSANDS, BUT JUST NOT CONSCIOUSLY. HE LITERALLY DOES IM GOING TO KILL EVERYBODY ON EARTH 

It was such an unexpected answer. Even Waver yelled out, and then screamed almost hysterically.

“Owww, you! Could it be you still want to conquer this world – waaaa!”

After forcing his Master to quiet down with a finger flick, Rider shrugged his shoulders.

“Idiot, how can I conquer the world in one lifetime? Conquest is my dream, and I can only bequest this first step to the Holy Grail.”

I wanna 1) Kill somebody 2) Kill somebody 3) Kill somebody. It’s all about conquest with you. There are OTHER THINGS IN LIFE!!! THERE ARE OTHER WAYS. TO. DO . THINGS. TO . EXPERIENCE. LIFE. OTHER CULTURES. EXISTING. GOD !!! YOU SON OF A BITCH 

“Mongrel… you’re challenging me with such a silly wish?”

Even Archer was helpless with this, but Rider became more serious and continued:

“Say, even when we appear in the current era due to prana, we are still Servants at the end. We originally do not exist in this world – although it feels a bit ridiculous, but are you really satisfied with just that?”

“I’m not satisfied. I want to be reincarnated into this world, and live on as a human.”

“…”

Thinking back – Waver originally thought Rider’s stubbornness in refusing to exist in spiritual form, and insist in physical form, is an odd habit of his. Indeed, although Servants can talk, dress, and eat like humans, their true essences aren’t too far from ghosts.

BTW this is why he hires Gray. He correctly deduces that servants are akin to undead spirits, and he hires her so that she can help him during the 5th Grail War, which he intended to join. Hahaha so funny that he ended up adopting her basically instead within a month and a half 

“Why… do you want a body so much?”

“Because that is the cornerstone of ‘conquest’.”

Alexander muttered as he stared at his own tightly clutched fist.

“Possessing a body, marching out towards the ends of the earth, carrying out my conquest – that is truly my way of kingship. But right now I don’t have a body; that won’t do. Without a body nothing can start anew. I’m not afraid of anything much; I just feel that I must have a body of flesh and bone.”

As if diligently listening to Rider’s words, Archer just silently sipped his wine throughout this. Upon close inspection, one could discover he had a strange expression on his face at this moment, an expression different from his usual ones. It may be far-fetched to describe it as a smile, but compared to his usual sneer, this smile now encompassed a particularly sinister sheen.

“I’ve decided – Rider, I’ll kill you with my own hands.”

FUCK YOU!!! SHUT THE HELLLL UUUPPPPPPPP FUCK YOU GILGAMESH I HATE YOU 

HOW CAN YOU HEAR ANY OF THAT AND NOT WANT TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN 😭😭😭😭 TO NOT WANT TO LET ISKANDAR BE HUMAN AGAIN? HE LITERALLY WANTS TO START OUT FROM SCRATCH AGAIN. AND TO BE POWERLESS. THE STAKES ARE SO HIGH WITH THAT. THIS IS THE 20TH CENTURY HERE BUT GOD CAN YOU IMAGINE? BUT THE POINT ISNT EVEN THAT!!!! ITS THAT LIVING IS A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE AND YOU’RE LUCKY TO BE ABLE TO DO IT AS A HUMAN!!! HOW CAN YOU SEE THAT AND NOT WANT TO GIVE THAT TO HIM!!!!!!!!! AAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM DEVELOPING THE SAME MENTAL ILLNESS AS WAVER RIGHT NOW ALL OVER AGAIN. 

Iskandar would be so much better suited as a revolutionary it wouldn’t even be fucking funny. Can you see the drive of this absolute unit. Suppose you could convince him to fight for something good, non-selfishly. I think you could seriously win a liberatory war with him. hold on I think I’m literally entering Waver’s “I could fix him” attitude with him right now I need to stop  

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[macorni]

Talk To Me

  Ship: Moceit

Date I wrote this: 12/10/20 (December 10th, 2020.)   

  Mini-Fic                                TW: Arguing, crying, self-harm in a way, unhealthy coping, and swearing. Just Janus Angst.                                                janus angst

Word Count: 2023 

Janus felt as if the world was ending, his best and only friend broke up with him (meaning they're no longer friends) after a misuse of words during an argument, Janus covered his mouth and laid on his bed to soften any cries and to be at least comfortable The argument was silly and useless, Janus recently gotten back from another discussion with the Light Sides and Remus was there waiting for him, "You might as well be another Virgil." Remus told him, Janus raised a brow, "What is that supposed to mean?" Remus rolled his eyes, "It means you're going to friend them and leave me alone, even if you say you're not leaving, as Virgil once said, 'I will not leave.' But we all now know that was a lie. So, are you gonna leave as well?" Janus was taken back by that statement.

"What? That is prosperous! No I will not." Janus gritted through his teeth, he hated to be compared to that emo. He felt a bit of himself die when Remus said, "You're a liar, how am I supposed to know, Deceit?" Now, Remus knows Janus's name, so it hurt to be called 'Deceit' when he's not Deceit, he is Janus. He didn't want to be only seen as Deceit, just how Remus didn't want to be seen as only 'Intrusive Thoughts' but he kept his mouth shut about that statement, "I don't lie all the time, you should know that, but again, you're a monster, not logical." Janus felt the words slip through his mouth. It sounded so sour and harsh but in such a careless tone. It sounded like nothing at all. Remus's breath fastened, and Janus slapped his hand over his mouth afterwards, it was a very loud silence, "Remus, I- Uh- I-" Janus stuttered but Remus interrupted, "No no, if that's how you feel then so be it." Remus snapped, going to his brother, leaving Janus alone.

That leaves Janus here, in present, sobbing on his bed. He didn't mean any harm but he speaks too fast, and words cloud his mind like air pollution and the words fall out like a waterfall. He shouldn't be crying, he didn't get hurt, Remus did. This was so fucking selfish and stupid. He gasped for breath but it seemed as if his lungs gave up on him, eyes watering and burning. He can't lose his one and only best friend, no, not again. He can't lose anyone else- first "O"(Orange Side who left to god who knows where when they were teens), then Virgil, and now Remus? Not to mention Roman will definitely tell everyone else and everyone will hate him more.

Janus shuttered at the thought. He can't handle emotions well, he tries to hide the bad ones, but he rarely laughs at anything at all anymore. He watched an 15 minute vine compilation and laughed- more of a soft huff- three times. Janus has breakdowns pretty often but he doesn't tell anymore or wants anyone to know, so when he does, he takes the anger and confusion out on himself, example being: He hits him, sometimes the head, or stomach, or the legs. He holds his breath until he is about to pass out. He scratches at the covered scales. He also rips up old photos, to the point where he makes 2x copies of the same picture because he will rip it eventually.

He decided to head to the library in the mindscape, or the light mindscape. The dark sides don't have much, which includes a library which Janus hates. He waited until he was presentable, tidied up his outfit, and then started to venture to the library. He'll definitely see Logan. Janus walked into the library and sure enough, blue boy was there reading a book about philosophy during the Ancient times and up to the 1980's. Estimated 500 pages from the looks of the thick dark green book with golden text on it saying, "Philosophy Throughout The Ancients to 1980's." with a smaller text with the author.

Janus disregarded the man, Logan and him we're on neutral terms, though Logan found it frustrating when Janus would deceive the others as him, and Janus found it frustrating when Logan would constantly lie about how he felt. Logan noticed the yellow side wandering by him, "Salutations, Janus." Logan greeted and Janus gave him an awkward wave, "Hi." Janus walked to a Psychology area and grabbed the books labeled, "Understanding Emotions." "Opening up." "Life Advice." and "How to deal and help with mental illnesses."  Janus sat down at a small table, 3 tables away from Logan, and began to read the first book, "Understanding Emotions."

Janus read for about an hour before Roman and Patton entered to hangout with Logan. Roman's face twisted in disappointment when he saw Janus sitting down, Patton smiled, he didn't mind the snake after the previous Sanders Sides episode, not counting the Asides. "Salutations, Roman and Patton." Logan told the two, waving. "Hi Logan!"  Patton smiled widely and Roman responded with a simple yo. The 3 we're relatively loud but Janus liked some noise then none. Silence was sometimes so violent, it drove Janus insane, being left alone in your thoughts. Patton decided to talk to Janus, and made his way to the other side, sitting down across from him.

"Hi Janus!" Patton smiled, "Hello Patton, do you need anything?" Janus asked, not many people willingly talked to him. Most hated him, including himself. "Nah, I just wanted to chat. We never chat outside of discussions, I want to know you better." Patton explained, Janus was taken back from his kindness, even if he didn't sense it, he convinced himself it was a lie, "Oh okay, I'm not very interesting, just a fair warning." Janus smirked, Patton giggled a little, "Everyone has some sort of interesting piece of them." Janus shrugged,  "I'm kind of ordinary. Besides appearance wise." Janus continued to read, "Whatcha reading?" Patton tried to read it upside down, and failed miserably, "A book about understanding emotions better." Janus told him, "Ooooh! Neat!" Patton moved next to him, leaning over and reading along.

"You should read funner books." Patton suggested, which triggered Logan's grammar sense, "Patton, 'Funner' is not a word, it is pronounced 'More fun.'" Logan said loud enough for him to hear, which caused Janus to chuckle, "Sorryyy!" Patton said fast, "I would but I don't feel like it has a educational benefit for the next crisis." Janus said honestly, "For someone who was people to self care and do what they want- if it's not dangerous- you really don't take your own advice, do you?" Patton explained, Janus paused, "W-Well that is because I don't feel as if I need it. I need to be doing my work and learning more. I gotta help Thomas, ya know." Janus found the right words to say. "You don't feel as if you need it?" Patton said, more quietly, Janus nodded. "I actually have a question, could you help me?" Patton asked, "Uh sure." Janus shrugged, looking away from the tan pages to the freckled boy, "Could you help me choose what gift I should get Remus for Christmas?" Patton whispered, not wanting Roman to hear, Janus nodded.

The two went to Patton's room, "So, Remus would most definitely hate a more colorful makeup pallet- since he does a lot of Special Effects Makeup." Janus suggested, "Ohh, thank you!" Patton smiled, writing that down. Janus got up to leave but Patton grabbed his arm which in response, Janus flinched and pulled away a bit, "Uh, yeah?" Janus asked, "Can we talk?" Patton asked, Janus sat down, nodding. "Have you actually been taking care of yourself?" Patton asked, Janus hesitated, "Uh, of course." He lied, "Janus, I saw your books. Are you okay?" Patton asked, as if he actually cared, which was way to absurd and unrealistic in Janus's mind. The words stung, does he actually want to know? Janus has so many questions, "Hey, I won't tell anyone anything, talk to me." Patton grabbed Janus's hands in a soft manner, smiling. Janus felt tears prick, "You don't really care, do you?" Janus asked, forcing the tears back down, "Pitying me?" Janus assumed. The light blue side shook his head, "No, I really do care," Patton started and Janus looked away but Patton took one of his hands and turned his face turns him and cupped his cheek in the same hand, "just talk to me, I'll listen." he finished.

Janus felt a single tear stroll down his face, nobody ever wanted to listen, he know he shouldn't but he does anyways, "Emotions confuse me. I don't know how to help them or react. Whenever something bad happens, I get obviously sad, and I began to cry too much or too little. And when I don't know what to do, I break down. I don't know how to.. stop breaking down. I always end up hurting myself or breaking some valuable. You're probably annoyed now, I'll shu-" Patton shushed him, "No no, rant to me, I like the sound, I like your voice." he smiled, lovingly, which made Janus confused on why he cared, "If you insist.. I can't talk to anymore or be my own self because I am too scared of being even less likeable, and if I open up too much it'll scare people away, make them uncomfy, or I'll be too much and they leave me. I-I just feel so lost and I do no good, even when I try. Maybe me leaving all together would help everyone, including Thomas. Having no denial or deceit may be good, but the bad of having absolutely no self preservation could do. I feel like him on auto-pilot now." Janus couldn't stop talking but Patton didn't mind.

"Sometimes, I feel like I'd be better dead. I mean, in the long run I'd be helpful if I just went awa-" Janus got cut off by a bone- crushing hug from Patton, "Just lay down, okay?" Patton suggested and Janus did, he laid down on the bed and Patton laid down too, the two facing each other. Patton wrapped his arms around Janus's waist and pulled him closer, and Janus wrapped his arms around Patton's neck, Janus's head resting in the crook of the others neck. "..See, just stay like this.. You'll feel better soon."

Janus felt the tears just pour from his eyes, he sobbed onto Patton knowing he'll never feel this type of love again. Patton rubbed circles into his back, Janus was so vulnerable, anything could just hurt him right now, a shaking, sobbing mess. Patton never knew Janus held in so much, he didn't know one of the 2nd most serious side held so much pain within, he knows that Logan is going through it too. "P-P-Please don't t-tell anyone about t-this.." Janus said in between sobs, gripping onto Patton and his shirt, "I wont ever tell anyone, promise." Patton said softly. They stayed like this for at least 15 minutes, then Janus stopped crying, he was just shaking.

"We can stay like this for awhile.." Patton told him, noticing the boy still shaking, "S-Sure." Janus repositioned himself so he was laying on his right side and Patton cupped him, rubbing his chest. "Cute." Patton told him, "Uh-huh, ssssssso cute." Janus lightheartedly said and rolling his eyes in a playful manner, and hissed, Patton giggled at this hiss. Janus took off his hat and threw it onto Patton's desk chair. "Thank you ssssso much, Patton." Janus smiled.

"No problem."

- Minific by m.acorni

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[f0rever15elf]

Cozy

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x f!reader Rating: G Word Count: 1,749 Warnings: I say bitch like...twice? A little bit of angst about life being hard. Super Soft!Jack, no beta

Summary: Late night, come home. Work sucks, I know. He left you roses by the stairs. Surprises let you know he cares. 

A/N: Yes, I never left my emo phase, thank you for noticing. No, I don’t regret blatantly ripping off Blink-182 for the summary. It fits. I wrote this piece for my dear friend @whiskeyslasso​ <3 I hope this makes your morning a little bit sweeter, dear. 

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Some days, life is hard. Some days, the weight of existence can be so heavy it’s unbearable. Some days, all you want to do is lay down and bawl your eyes out, disappearing into the shadows. And those days...those are the days that Jack Daniels would bring down the heavens for you, if only you should ask.

Work had been, to put it simply, an absolute bitch. Nothing had gone as it should have, and somehow it was all your fault. Or so your boss had said, anyways. Not that you paid her too much heed, but the constant berating eventually takes its toll. By the end of the day, you want nothing more than to just go home and sit under your shower until the water ran cold, letting it take all your stress and issues down the drain. But the minute you walked in the front door, your intentions to wallow in the shower were thwarted.

The lights in the already cozy house were low, lower than you remembered them being able to get. It took you a minute to realize that it was candles causing the warm and comforting glow. All candles. Little tea lights up to those big, expensive, three woodwick candles that you fawned over every time you went to the store. The house smelt amazing, like fresh baked cookies and spiced chai, your absolute favorite on cold winter days, and you could hear the crackle of the fireplace in the living room. The house is warm and comforting, quickly chasing away the cold from your bones.

“Jack?” you call from the hallway, taking off your shoes as you make your way inside. You find him in the kitchen, a Texas sized smile on his face with his ‘kiss the cook’ apron tied around him and covered in flour.

“There you are, Sugar. I’ve been getting ready for you to come home.” He takes off the flour covered apron, making his way around to you to pull you into his arms, holding you securely to his chest. The strong heartbeat under your ear chips away a little at the misery that seems to be clouding your entire being at the moment, but you’re still too tired to wrap your arms back around him. You take a deep breath, breathing in the smell of that rich cologne he always wore around you, like worn leather and spiced maple. You had fallen in love with it when he brought you with him to try new scents and now it was the only thing he would wear around you. He’d never tell you, but one of his favorite things is when your hugs linger just a little longer than normal so you can enjoy how he smells in it.  

“Today was..so bad, Jack,” you whisper into his chest as his fingers thread through your hair in the most soothing of manners as he holds you a little tighter.

“I could tell from your text, Darlin’. It’s why I’ve taken the liberty of preparin’ the most comforting of evenin’s for you.” He pulls back just a bit, lifting your chin to smile down at you before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “Fresh cookies and your favorite chai. Went and got a few of those Woodwicks you’ve been raving about too, and there’s plenty of cozy blankets on the sofa. Figured we’d snuggle on in for the evenin’ and watch your favorite movies. How does that sound?” His thumb rubs lightly along your chin as he still holds your face up to him and for the first time that day, you feel yourself smiling. It’s small, but it’s there, and Jack returns it with one so bright, you can’t help the warmth that runs through you, slowly bringing your hands up to rest on his waist.

“Thank you, love. So much.” Your voice is soft, afraid that if you talk too loudly it might break. He continues to smile, leaning in to kiss you gently once more. You could melt into the feeling of his lips on yours. Kissing him just felt so...good, so right.  

“Now, I just pulled your PJs from the dryer so they should still be nice ‘n’ warm. Go get cleaned up and cozy, and I’ll meet you in the living room, alright?” You nod and he lets go of your face, cupping your cheek gently as you nod. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before you turn to head upstairs, giving your butt a gentle pat as you so so, causing your cheeks to flush with heat. Your heart melts further when you make it up to the bedroom and see it all laid out. The plushest blankets Jack owned were turned down on the bed, and he had strung those faerie lights you had been begging him to get for weeks now all across the room. There was a vase of more roses than you could count on your side of the bed, and a neatly wrapped candy bar with a gorgeous little bow rested on your pillow. He’d pulled out your softest PJ pants, the ones covered in the cute little animals in scarves, and had grabbed one of his larger shirts to pair with it. He knew how much you loved wearing his clothes. You were at the point where you could honestly start crying, it was all so perfect after such a shit day it bordered on overwhelming. God, Jack Daniels was perfect, and you felt like the luckiest woman in existence.

Stripping out of your work clothes, you quickly change into the still-warm PJs before washing your face, trying to imagine the hot water washing away everything about today. You take a moment to look in the mirror and sigh. She looks so tired. Tossing the towel down, you make your way back downstairs to see Jack setting the mugs and tray of cookies on the coffee table. He glances up to you and smiles that charming smile of his before taking a seat on the couch, holding his arms out for you.

“C’mere, Beautiful,” he drawls and you all but run to him, climbing on to the couch and collapsing into his strong embrace. His arms hold you to him, safe and secure, and you relax into the feeling of home. Nothing could touch you here, not with Jack holding you like this. His hand runs up and down your back soothingly, rubbing away the stresses of the day as he clicks on the TV. “Which movie first, Darlin’?” He speaks softly, gently, and you can feel the rumble of it in his chest. It paired deliciously with the low crackle of the fire, a perfect match.

“That one,” you reply just as softly, pointing to your absolute favorite feel-good movie and he chuckles, selecting it before setting the remote down and grabbing you a cookie. You take it happily, letting the warmth from the pastry travel up your fingers. You can feel Jack’s eyes on you as you take a bite, letting out a quiet mewl of pleasure a the warm, buttery, chocolaty taste.

“Made ‘em from scratch, just like my mama use to make ‘em for me.” He places a sweet kiss to the top of your head as you eat, all the while making happy sounds. When you finish, you grin up at him, a twinkle returning to your eyes.

“That was the best cookie I have ever had, Jack. Your mama would be so proud.” His cheeks tinge pink at the praise and he chuckles again, the vibrations in his chest pleasant against you.

“Well now, looks like you got a bit of chocolate on your lip there. Here, let me get that for you.” He tilts your head up, leaning in to kiss you, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip to collect the little bit of chocolate that was there before pulling away. “You know, I’d reckon it tastes even better on your lips than it does in the cookies.” He winks at you before settling back into the couch, and you giggle like a high school girl, hiding your face against his broad chest.

The whole evening, Jack never leaves your side, keeping you cuddled up to him as much as he can. As the exhaustion of the day meets up with the comfort and peace the love of your life brings you, you begin to find it hard to keep your eyes open and focused on the TV. Jack’s steady breathing and heart beat paired with the down right obscene amount of blankets the two of you had nested yourselves in was the perfect place to slowly doze off, the misery of the day completely forgotten. You’re awoken for just a moment at the feeling of being carried, looking up in confusion as you try to reorient yourself.

“Easy there, Darlin’,” Jack whispers to you, careful to not break the stillness of the night with words too loud. “We’re goin’ to bed now is all.” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head once again as you make it to the top of the stairs. You know Jack is strong, this wasn’t the first time he’s carried you, but it still made your heart flutter the way it did the very first time he picked you up. Carefully, he lays you in bed, helping you get comfy before pulling the blankets up around you, kissing your lips then your forehead like you are the most precious thing in this world. And to him, you absolutely are. A strong, gentle, gun-calloused hand brushes the hair from you face and cups for cheek for a moment and your eyes stubbornly refusing to open in your state of sleepiness. You hear him faintly, like in a dream, as he changes as well, sliding into bed with you, pulling you to his chest. He would keep you safe tonight, keep the bad dreams away. You melt into his hold, your body finally completely relaxing against him as he molds his body to yours.

The last thing you remember before slipping into a peaceful slumber is his voice murmuring to you, “My strong little sunflower, I love you so much. I’m so proud of you.” You let out a content sigh as you finally drift to sleep in the arms of the man who held your heart completely. Things simply couldn’t be more perfect.

~~~~~

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