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gremlingottoosilly · 1 month

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Married!reader who's husband's abandoned them and skipped town after borrowing money from Mafia!König

You thought your husband’s love for you was more than his love for money - and you were deadly wrong. Poor, abandoned little thing you are - Konig almost feels pity for you, with the way you were still clinging to her hope that he will come back for you and together, you’ll go about your merry way…of course, life sucks and it’s not what is happening here. Of course, your loser of a husband never knew that the biggest asset he could ever introduce to then debt collectors is his smoking hot beauty of a wife - and you never thought that he will actually abandon you here. Now, standing in your small kitchen, still wearing your adorable pink apron and ring held on a gunpoint by the most notorious cutthroats of the city, you know better. Horangi is the most ell known hitman of KorTac, and he knows the tastes of his boss more than anyone else - maybe, this is why you weren’t just held for ransom in hopes that your husband will come back, but was pushed deeper, held as a pretty toy for the boss. Not that you knew this at the moment.

Konig introduces you to a very few options. You can refuse to be his little bird, throw away all of his good will intentions and be a little bitch - so he wouldn’t feel too bad about killing you. Or, preferably, you can ask him to be soft with you, you can plead him for forgiveness for you and your husband - and he will take you as collateral instead of just fucking and killing you afterwards. You’re a good girl, so, of course, you plead him to be gentle. God, he just doers the sight of you on your knees, your house dress is making the scene look all the more domestic and, dare he say, adorable. He can’t help himself - he kisses you, kisses you like there is no tomorrow, and he is acting like it’s no big deal, either. He gets you up on his lap and this is your earned placed from now on - even when he is busy with meetings and talking to very, very evil people, he will keep you with him as if little lucky charm. Grasping your thigh and laying with the soft flesh every time you wince at the blood or a rude word being thrown around the room. You’re from a good family, after all, you aren’t used to the harsh ways of this business. Good girls are hiding their faces in their husband’s chests as their husband kill the traitors with a soft, tiny promise of doing the same with you if you to ever disobey him. But you’re a smart cookie, so you try your best to forget that this is even happening. You put a smile on your face and act all lovingly and gentle even with his crooks and thugs - they all adore you, always knowing the difference between common whores that boss occasionally has, and you, his prettiest girl.

You would sit beside him in clubs, too - he drags you out with him, mostly to turn down the girls who are chasing him like little fireflies, and also because he wants to have you available for a quick fuck while he is being served drinks. He wants all of you with him on a silver platter - even if for the first few times you are together, he had to press his gun against your temple and threaten to pull the trigger if you won’t be his good girl. You learned to suck him off just right while he is discussing the fate of your husband with you. You learn to just nod to whatever torture he is proposing to your poor hubby and smile when he pets your head and says that he will keep you with him - not just as a collateral anymore, but as a girl that rightfully belongs to him. You don’t want to be referred to as his girl - it there is really isn’t much of a choice. You’re other his girl, receiving expensive gifts and money for just being with him, or you are a wife of a man who has a debt to him - so, you’re a liability, a hostage, a prisoner. At least now, you can pretend to be an actual wife instead of, well…whatever you are, really. Konig bought you a ring and talks about the wedding, but you know it’s just a bluff. You hope it’s just a bluff.

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #yandere cod #mafia!konig

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 1 year

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Hi! May I request sweet pea with Azul please? Thank you and have a great day!

Azul Ashengrotto:

Sweet Pea - a tender moment.

Azul loved his job.

It might require long hours and him constantly being on his toes, but there was something satisfying about watching his profit margin steadily rise. It allowed him many luxuries, allowed him to live the life he wanted to, and his parents were immensely proud of him. Being a businessman was simply in his blood, drawing up airtight contracts, dealing with cutthroat meetings by battling with his words, it all gave an adrenaline rush. He had extended his business from the sea to the land, and if there was ever a land in the air, he’d find a way to build there as well.

But to say he didn’t have bad days, days where he wanted to rip his hair out or indulge in a buffet of the greasiest foods, would be incorrect. Some days left his head pounding and he might even consider going on a vacation he never had to come back from, he’d certainly made enough money to do so if he so pleased, but just like his mother he knew he’d get bored if he retired.

His house, normally quiet and dark when he got home, was filled with dimmed lights and the smell of food. He was wary at first, eyebrow raised though he knew he had an efficient enough alarm system that no regular intruder would be able to make it through in one piece.

He’s careful as he opened the door but he was no match for you, who greeted him within a second as you knew he’d be arriving home at any second. He lets out a little surprised noise as you wrapped your arms around his neck, greeting him with a loving kiss to the cheek.

“Welcome home~!”

“Ah, I’d almost forgotten I’d given you a key,” He joked, the joke being that he saw you so rarely it was a wonder if you were actually still together. You had told him before you understood but Azul sometimes felt on edge, like you’d disappear from his side at any moment and he’d have to accept that was the reality of being a workaholic.

“Well, thanks for not blasting me with magic then, appreciated! I made dinner.” You ushered him into the kitchen in his own home, arm hooked with his as you motioned to the dinner spread laid out on the table. You had been conscious of giving nutritional options but you had also made his absolute favorite fried food; he felt conflicted, but he knew turning down such a kindness wouldn’t be right.

“Are you spending the night?”

“I’d like to.”

He’d like that too.

He sat himself at the table, getting ready to dig in, before he glanced up at where you sat across from him.

“What if I had worked late tonight?”

“Then I would’ve warmed it up for you when you were home.”

It was such a simple statement but it gave Azul pause, his heart beating wildly in his chest. After so many years you still managed to have this effect on him, still made him feel so weak in the knees. To know that even if he had inadvertently ruined something romantic, you would still be here waiting for him, curled up on the couch because you hated laying in that big bed without him.

Azul might have loved his job, but he loved coming home to you even more.

#Azul Ashengrotto #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #TWST Imagines #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Scenario #Flower Prompts

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stevethehairington · 2 years

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modern day steve and eddie would LOVE to watch all those cooking competition shows together — those would be like their very own Saturday Night Football, but better.

they'd smoosh together onto the tiny couch in eddie's living room, a bowl of popcorn in between them, and they'd pick one to put on.

steve's favorite would be chopped. eddie's favorite would be cutthroat kitchen (he'd LOVE how maniacal alton brown is). they'd both love guy's grocery games.

both of them are pretty decent cooks, but they certainly are no michelin star, award winning chefs or restaurateurs. but that doesn't stop them from shouting at the contestants onscreen. they get really into it too.

"sheila! sheila, what the fuck are you thinking? those ingredients do NOT go together!"

"jerry that is WAY too much salt, that's all the judges are going to taste!"

"what the fuck is your flavor palate supposed to be suzanne?"

"oh god, frank! you have one minute left! do NOT go for the ice cream machine!"

they'd always latch onto their favorite contestants, talking shit to one another about the other's favorite. they'd cheer and celebrate when their favorites moved on or even won, and they'd boo and throw popcorn at the TV screen when their favorite lost and got booted off.

it always inspires them immediately after watching too. they're hungry for lunch, so eddie pulls three random ingredients from the fridge and tells steve to make something out of them. or they try to recreate the dishes that look good (and sometimes the ones that look bad too lol) from the episodes. they hit the grocery store and pick out all kinds of fun new things to try to cook with. sometimes they're successful and it tastes really good, but other times the meal turns out to be a total disaster and they have to end up ordering in.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #macks ficlets

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foreverrandomwritings · 10 months

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Contoversially Young Girlfriend-Part 4

Summary:In this part of CYG and Nat, Nat learns that CYG's moms have intimidating careers. She reacts just about how you'd expect.

Pairing:Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x CYG

Warnings: Anxeity and Alcohol.

Word count:851(Kinda short sorry)

Masterlist Series Masterlist

It was a normal day at The Hard Deck with CYG, Natsha and some of the Squad. CYG has one of her books and notebooks out and is studying for an exam coming up. Nat is talking with Bob about his parents coming into town and then the conversation gets turned onto CYG.

“What do your parents do?” Bob asked her politely. The pair had only been dating for a couple of weeks at this point and it hadn’t crossed Phoenix’s mind to ask, so she was also curious and listened intently.

“One of my moms is a stay at home mom and the other one is JAG.” Natasha had been taking a sip of her beer when the words came out of her girlfriend's mouth. She ended up choking on the liquid, it spewed out of her nose and she coughed for a solid 5 minutes. All the while CYG is rubbing her back soothingly.

“What the fuck did you just say?” the words came out of Natasha’s mouth before she could stop them after she could finally breathe properly.

“My mom is JAG, she works on your base, sometimes she's sent out overseas or on a ship or whatever.” CYG said it so nicely as though her mother wasn’t feared by everyone around them.

“When were you going to tell me this?” Nat said in bewilderment, throwing her hands in the air. She was known for being exceptionally calm but this news had shook her to her bones. She contemplated breaking up with the woman in front of her at that moment. But she shook that thought out of her head quickly. CYG was no doubt the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

“I figured it would come up in conversation at dinner this week.” CYG shrugged casually and the words reminded Phoenix of the dinner she had agreed to go to at CYG’s home.

“No way am I going to that dinner. That isn’t going to happen.” Nat shook her head furiously. Natasha knew she could handle meeting parents. She had done it before and parents always loved her. But the thought of sitting around a dinner table with JAG had her skin feeling clammy and her chest feeling tight.

“Phoenix you’re gonna have to meet them eventually might as well just rip the bandaid off now.” It was Bob’s calm and wise words that had a scoff leaving her mouth. CYG gave him a thankful smile for his attempt at convincing his front seater that meeting her mom’s wasn’t a big deal.

“Unless of course you want to break up because my mom’s job makes you sweat a little.” CYG was only slightly teasing. She was well aware how terrified military personnel were of her mother. Even Cyclone had shown fear of the woman on multiple occasions.

“Of course not babe. I want to be with you. Just kinda terrified of your mother is all.” Natasha’s words reassured the younger woman there was no need to worry. Even though Natasha was already running through a million scenarios in her head.

“I wish I could say she isn’t that bad but she is. You get used to it though. After a while that is.” Natasha’s wary look had her continuing “My other mom Juniper or momma balances her out. She’s very sweet, kind and caring. It makes up for how cutthroat my mom Blake is.”

“She volunteer at a charity or something?” Natasha was being sarcastic with her words but gapped at CYG when she nodded quickly.

“She volunteers at just about any charity she can. She’s at the soup kitchen every Wednesday. Goes to the local hospital to the children's ward and reads books, sings songs or does crafts every Tuesday and Thursday. Then she bakes cakes and cookies and whatnot and takes them to the Veterans hospital on Friday. Monday is a slow day for her. She normally gardens and practices some songs on her guitar or paints. Saturday is our day together though all three of us go out if mom is in town and spend time doing something together. Sunday is a free day and she normally tries to find some volunteer work somewhere that day.'' As CYG finished listing off her mothers routine she had a warm feeling in her chest. She had always been proud of both her mothers and took any opportunity she was presented to gloat about them.

“Yea I think I’m sick during dinner.” Natasha was now intimidated by both of her girlfriends' moms and there was no way she was gonna survive an entire dinner with them.

“I promise you there is nothing to worry about. They are gonna love you!” CYG leaned over and gave Nat a kiss on the cheek before pulling back and giving her an uncertain smile. Even though her palms were sweating and her stomach was twisted in an impossible puzzle Natasha still smiled at her girlfriend reassuringly. Then agreed to go to dinner even if she would be on the verge of throwing up the whole time.

A/N: Next part should be out soon. I'm gonna try and write it tonight or tomorrow!

Tags(open): @sylviebell @wkndwlff @eternallyvenus @loving-and-dreaming @princess76179 @kmc1989 @gspenc @aoikioshi

#natasha phoenix trace imagine #natasha phoenix trace #phoenix #natasha trace #natasha phoenix trace series #nat and cyg #Natasha trace imagine #phoenix imagine

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themculibrary · 11 months

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Pepperony As Parents Masterlist

A Car Named Arleen (ao3) - SelenitaLunar G, 4k

Summary: Parenting hasn't been easy for Pepper and Tony, but their daughter is ten years old now and she seems to grow up happily in a family that loves her so much.

A New Day Has Come (ao3) - Amy (InnitMarvelous), I love Tony Stark 3000 FOREVER (InnitMarvelous), InnitMarvelous, tsg (InnitMarvelous) G, 3k

Summary: Tony has a quiet talk with his newborn son a few hours after he's born.

Coming Home (ao3) - inkinmyheartandonthepage G, 59k

Summary: AU – Peter Stark was kidnapped when he was just three years old. Tony and Pepper never stopped looking for their boy. Years later, Peter finds his way back home.

Cut from the same Cloth (fanfiction.net) - Elizabeth Bathory G, 3k

Summary: Set in the world of How Many More Chances - Children are so much like their parents, even in the tinest of ways.

domestic life (was never quite my style) (ao3) - imposterhuman G, 1k

Summary: Pepper had never really wanted children. Most of her life had been spent chasing her ambition, climbing ladder after ladder in a cutthroat world. She was distinctly not maternal, at least in the traditional sense.

Sometimes, she imagined having a baby, a little piece of both her and Tony, and she wanted. But she looked at her life, looked at Tony’s life, and knew that it wasn’t feasible.

Family Business (fanfiction.net) - FriendLey G, 1k

Summary: Pepper and Tony Stark's only child, Maria, is going on her first day of school and everywhere they look kids are crying. COMPLETE

Head Above Water (ao3) - sahiya G, 15k

Summary: “FRIDAY has all the emergency numbers,” Pepper said, “including Morgan’s pediatrician. There’s food in the fridge––soup for Tony and Morgan, lasagna and mac and cheese for you. Make sure Morgan is drinking her Pedialyte, and see if you can get her to sleep in her own bed tonight. And don’t let Tony go on a fever-driven work binge.”

“Got it,” Peter said, nodding. “FRIDAY, fridge, Pedialyte, no work binge.”

Metamorphosis (ao3) - art_deco_deity G, 11k

Summary: How Peter Parker changed Tony Stark; seen through the eyes of one Pepper Potts.

My Dad is My Hero (ao3) - velarisstars G, 1k

Summary: It’s dress up as your hero day at school. So who does Peter choose to dress up as? His dad, of course!

Ft. Toddler Peter and cute pepperony moments

Perfectly parental (ao3) - Bergen T, 110k

Summary: Snippets from the daily life of Peter trying to settle into his new life with his family of Avengers, and Tony trying to get used to being ‘perfectly parental’.

Proof That Morgan Stark’s Parents Are Still in Love (ao3) - akasharpiegirl T, 4k

Summary: In which Morgan Stark starts to think that her parents aren’t in love anymore and separating, so her parents try to ease her anxiety about it.

The Strange Ways of Adult Fun Time (ao3) - deervsheadlights T, 3k

Summary: Morgan was beginning to understand that saying about curiosity killing the cat.

It mostly made her feel bad for the cat.

Also, who knew her parents could be this flustered?

Tony's Birthday (ao3) - flyingorfalling G, 20k

Summary: This was supposed to be a drabble for Tony's birthday, but it became 3000 words of tooth-rotting fluff, so I decided to add more chapters and turn the whole thing into a series.

Twist of Fate (ao3) - karenninaaa T, 72k

Summary: A single picture triggered Tony Stark to suspect that Peter Parker was his son, biologically.

Uncle Rhodey (ao3) - books_entertain_the_mind G, 2k

Summary: Rhodey comes to visit the Starks one morning to find the most bizarre scene he never thought he'd see in Tony Stark's kitchen.

A.K.A. Rhodey meets Rowan Stark and becomes an uncle.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #pepperony #tony stark #pepper potts #parents #parents masterlist #masterlists #pepperony masterlist #f/m

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yinyanchan · 10 months

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For the fiction Gremlins how would the boys be like with a sick MC? Maybe they got the flu or broken their leg? Would any of them take advantage of the situation, especially if MC is dazed and out of it?

Your gremlin boys will surprise you on this one. The emotional mental roller coaster ride this has been for everyone. Reader hasn't actually been hurt or really bad sick. Nothing like the fact that you being actually badly hurt/very sick to sober their attitudes. Not to say they wouldn't think about trying something if the pain/sickness has reader a little delusional.

Blue is first and foremost at the helm. He's head bitty and he's making sure everyone has a place to help with your care. They are bittys so taking care of you can be a bit daunting. Thankfully Reader's love for them has them strong enough to weather this and make sure Reader gets back in tip top shape. Blue will actually be aided by Black and if Blue is helping elsewhere Black is second in command and will detail the others on what is needed.

Black is concerned to the point petty rivalry is not going to help matters. Reader actually hurt to the point that the pain/painkillers or sickness has their brain in a fog... he might try to be a sneaky sneak on somethings if he is still his original baby blue self. However a transformed Black knows he couldn't pull off pretending to be Blue to get some affection. Blue is never too far as well and if he's being honest with himself... he is very concerned for Reader's wellbeing to even actually try. (Though the thought was definitely there) The sobering fact that he could've/could lose you permanately is a harsher reality that he seems to forget... a lot.

Blue can actually see the concern and genuine willingness to be of help rather than a hinderance in all the gremlin boys. Blue is able to sort what is needed and execute things flawlessly thanks to Black's very stern cooperation to get the others in line.

Blue is handling bedside care with Edge's assistance. Edge is a tall bitty and he's even taller if he's transformed. He's able to assist with Medication, feeding, and is one of two bittys that is actually strong enough to heft reader physically if need be... it's just a little awkward to do so with him being still so small compared to them but he will do it in an instant. Magic wise Sans and Red are at the forefront making sure that if in fact Edge needs to move Reader they can assist making it easier. Their magic isn't strong enough to fully lift you but Red is closer to getting that strong. If Red has transformed then he if fully capable of lifting Reader with his magic but it's not precise and Sans uses his magic to assist him. They are on call for emergencies but they are either helping Papyrus move things in the kitchen for Reader's meals or helping keeping things tidy and organized in the mean time should it be needed.

Stretch and Russ are managing Reader's finances and medical appointments. They are surprisingly good and thorough at it despite their more lazy natures. They are Sans and Red's magic backup should they exhaust themselves so they are busying themselves in Reader's paperwork and notifying the proper people so that they can rest without worry. Russ having transformed is far more cutthroat on all bills that come your way. He's not only haggling but he's also finding how to get detailed itemized lists to annoy people to lift certain charges. He's very persuasive. Stretch just sits there and thanks the stars that for once the animosity isn't directed at him. Russ can be absolutely evil on some of those calls. The fanged grin only proves how much he enjoys it as well.

Papyrus is researching the best meals to help speedy recovery and depending on how reader is doing he gets Edge's perspective on some dishes. Sans and Red help him with moving the pots and pans. Papyrus is surprisingly unconcerned with anyone trying to be underhanded... he's usually suspicious but hides it well.

Everyone gets to see Reader and give them some affection which is why this is working out so well. Black has everything scheduled to Blue's requests and he follows them flawlessly.

When Reader is finally out of it there might be an awkwardness between the originals and their gremlins as the petty has always been there... just put away for something more important. The one bitty that can put a stop to all that petty is Black. If he truly believes that this was his eye opening experience on losing Reader then he will correct any and all pettyness at the door. If this wasn't his wake up call then rest assured that it will take some time before he goes back to his original selfish mentality. He's gauging how you are holding up because some days are better than others.

They are all still perverts though... yes even Edge and Papyrus. Reader broke a bone? You better believe that Russ found those x-rays and now everyone knows what some of, if not all, reader's bones look like. Being out of it there are definitely some instances they got to see reader nude more than once... and they are very okay with that. They won't act on anything though. Reader's health is their primary objective.

This is surprisingly wholesome for the gremlin boys but yeah. Reader being really bad off will trigger them to be better in that situation. They do care... they just be mean and petty. Black might try to get away with some extra affection posing as Blue if he hasn't transformed but he is also deeply concerned. Nothing like being smacked with the cruel fact of not only ones mortality but someone elses that you care for deeply.

The only unfortunate, other than poor reader, is Hank. Black has his number and will hound him at any given time of day if it means he can get Reader anything they request

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space-writes · 3 months

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get to know me tag

tagged by @jmhwritesstuff, thank you!

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: nearly 12 years of gay dating baybeee

Favorite color: Purple

Song stuck in my head: i woke up with Rain by Sleep Token stuck in my head, as it has been for several days

Favorite food: if we're talking takeaway, i love Indian. otherwise crunchy salty snacks.

Last song listened to: i'm listening to this as I write this, but prior i was listening to my claws playlist, so it was calm me down by mother mother

Dream trip: i hate travelling and also cities but i wanna go to the MoMA so bad. i wanna see the art!!

Last tv show/movie: oh god i think it was still Easy A which i watched over christmas. i don't. watch a lot of things...

Spicy/sweet/savory?: Savory for sure

Last thing I googled: 'kitchen cooking show spreader bar' NOW HEAR ME OUT i couldn't remember what Cutthroat Kitchen was called. there was a discord conversation going on and i needed the title. and that. was the only reliable thing i could remember about the show.

i'm not doing 10 because i don't care about rules and also i'm lazy, so no-pressure tagging @belovedviolence @little-peril-stories @eccaiia and @artdecosupernova-writing

#tag games #get to know me tag

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vanilla-phantoms · 1 year

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I could be so interested in a breakdown of your playlists! I love when people tell me their Kepler thoughts :)

Hoo boy here we go (I think I will do this in three separate posts bc otherwise it will be miles long, but here’s part one)

First off, here’s the playlist again for reference:

1. Tombstone Blues by Richie Havens

This one is on his official playlist by Urbena and it really influenced some of my hcs for him. It feels like a good tone setter for the whole playlist as well as starting off chronologically with his childhood.

“Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food

I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues”

I headcanon he grew up poor with parents who were often absent and working, leading him to become very competent and self sufficient at a young age.

The verses to this song also have this sense of absurdist parody of capitalist wartime America which really fits well for his character as a whole

2. White Room by Cream

This one is also on his official playlist and I’m gonna be honest I mostly put it here for vibes. The lyrics don’t make too much sense except for the repeated train station setting. I especially like this verse for him:

“You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning”

Idk man. It just fits. There’s going to be a theme in these early life songs of restless frustration.

3. Time Bomb by Rancid

I discovered this song as a Jacobi song, but I can imagine Kepler in his mid teen years falling in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and having a rebellious phase. Once more mostly a reflection of an upbringing forcing him to grow up too fast and a restless anger from being someone very intelligent with few opportunities.

“Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living

Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives

Like a cat 15 years old, take him to the youth authority home

First thing you learn, you got to make it in this world alone”

4. King for a Day by Green Day

This is on there for gender headcanons that are very influenced by the headcanons of a friend of mine @vvarren-kepler (who will have more insightful comments about this than me). But it boils down to, Kepler is always someone who uses his image as a tool, and maybe at goddard he uses a traditionally masculine presentation to achieve a specific image and effect and because he knows life will be easier for him that way. Maybe, just maybe, when he was younger with a bit more freedom, he was a bit different.

5. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

See my other post here for this one:

6. Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

This one is here for his recruitment into Goddard. I like to hc that Cutter recruited him himself, and so in this song Cutter is the man with the red right hand, coming to “rescue” kepler from his life with high and dangerous promises

7. The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall

This song is a fun one for Kepler in general, but like the one before the “devil” in this song is actually Cutter. This is another one I have on here for his recruitment. I really like the metaphor of goddard as something kepler “sold his soul” or his humanity to, like Lovelace points out in that one scene.

Highlighting this lyric because I can really see cutter using a “you’re just like me” kind of technique when recruiting kepler:

“I know you, I know you young man

I know you by the state of your hands

You're a six-string picker

Just as I, I am”

8. Megalomania by David Lemaitre

This is for him as he’s just joined Goddard, getting used to the cutthroat lifestyle and feeling a little out of his depth.

9. Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor

I’ve mentioned before that I hc Kepler as having a younger brother that he was the primary caretaker of growing up but who he is now estranged from. This is the process of that estrangement. I think kepler did stick around and take care of him at least until he came of age and could take care of himself, but not for long after that. This could also be the time he decides to change his name and separate himself from his family entirely (I also hc that Kepler isn’t his real surname)

10. Glory and Gore by Lorde

This one is also on his official playlist, and I’m using it to represent his transfer from more normal work in goddard to the black-ops work he ends up leading. I think he probably didn’t start there, but it’s always where Cutter intended to put him. This lyric is one I think fits him pretty well:

‘Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay)

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways)

Chance is the only game I play with, baby

We let our battles choose us’

#I’ll be making a part 2 and 3 when I have time!#Warren kepler #wolf359

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northofneverland · 2 years

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wendy, madam, miss wendy, miss beautiful wendy...

so i was watching cutthroat kitchen. and the dish they have to make in the round is a french dip sandwich. and as the resident osamu girl, please tell me / us what mister chef osamu does when he's building a sandwich. does he have a plan going into it like a fancy sandwich or is it a free-for-all he grabs whatever is in the fridge? what's the sandwich like, what's his favorite kind? is it art? is it messy? does it depend on if he's drunk? LMAOOOOO ooh what kind of sandwich does he make when he's drunk, i bet he makes fluffernutters 😭😭

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION does he teach your shared dog new tricks when he does build sandwiches and its a fun little bonding time for the two of them?

Me the resident Osamu girl? I wish! French dips are one of my favourite sandwiches but recently I've been loving steak sandwiches with chimichurri on a toasted bun.

If it was a competition, I think he'd go in with a plan. He's grabbing all the right ingredients to make a sandwich inspired by your favourite flavours. And it's effortless for him because he knows exactly what you like since he's made it for you multiple times. In this timed task, I think he'd feel comfortable, especially as he tastes the flavours because they remind him of being in the kitchen with you. If he's cooking from home, I think he's a bit more creative. I think he's a chef who doesn't like food waste, especially coming from a working-class family (I live for the single Miya mama trying her best to provide for her kids). I think he really values food and understands that not only is he privileged to have what he does but there is a lot of work that goes into growing food (a thought that is further reinforced by having a close friend become a farmer). As a result, I think that he'd have unique sandwich combinations but I don't think that they would taste bad. He has a knack for flavour so he'll know what pairs well with each other. His sandwiches are unconventional and maybe even inspire some of his onigiri daily specials. But, I do believe that his sandwiches aren't the dainty finger ones you have at a tea party. Rather, they are messy to eat because they are bursting with flavour and filling. His sandwiches are the ones you struggle to take a bite of because they are just so large and, you'll have sauce/oils dripping down your chin and fingers as you take your first few bites. His favourite/go-to sandwiches are 100% fluffernutters which, his mom used to make for him and Osamu for breakfast on the weekends. It's not a luxurious sandwich and not one a refined chef would make but, it's nostalgic. So on the days when he's missing his family a little more, he'd make them for the two of you for dessert. The ingredients are the exact same, he'd buy the same brand peanut butter and fluff, and sandwiches would be cut into a heart like his mom used to do.

The fact that we have a dog is already *chef's kiss*. He'd be the kind of dog parent that would teach the dog how to open the fridge and bring what is asked. Whenever Osamu is in the kitchen, your dog would be velcroed to his hip. Osamu isn't a messy chef, but maybe a few dog-friendly scraps would "accidentally" make their way to the floor. And maybe, he'd make a little treat for your pup while he concocts a new sandwich.

I love thinking about this beautiful beautiful man. Thank you for letting me daydream about domestic bliss with him, he really is the love of my life.

#miya osamu #haikyuu #honestly I don't know what tags to add #osamu the culinary god #osamu the love of my life #a day in the life as Mrs.Miya #wendy talks with friends

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canaryatlaw · 2 years

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okay, well today was blah but that's to be expected I guess given the circumstances. I didn't have much work wise (or anything, really) so I ended up sleeping for most of the day and got up at like 2 or 3. did some stuff for a while until roommate got home and we ordered sushi for dinner. watched a few episodes of cutthroat kitchen which is always entertaining, then just did some music for a while until roommate went to bed. I'm still feeling pretty clogged and have a bad cough, and having my period on top of it all isn't helping of course, but overall not too bad I guess, could certainly be worse. and yeah, a while after that I showered and started getting ready for bed and now I'm here and ready for sleep, so I'm going to do that now. Goodnight friends. Love you lots.

#daily journal #June 2022

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alabasterstoned · 5 years

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#I'm high and i have a lot of fucking emotions #and I'm watching a cowboy themed episode of Cutthroat Kitchen #and i just #i just fucking love cornbread so much #my mum thinks I'm a fool for crying #but I'm not #i get to taste cornbread maybe once every year #AND IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD #I WANT TO SO BAD #.txt

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lqtraintracks · 3 years

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What do you love about Drarry?

Dude, I have been staring at, and then running away from, this Ask for a good while now, and I’m sorry it’s taking me so long. My therapist says not to let the perfect be the enemy of the good, and I just encountered that advice again today in a book I’m reading, so I’m coming in here to imperfectly answer this finally: I love that they are in many ways opposites. They are, putting it very simply (oversimply) Good vs. Bad. As much as I think there was a huge missed opportunity in canon for JK to redeem Draco in Deathly Hallows and have him fight alongside our beloved group, alongside Harry, it gives fic writers someplace to go with their storyline that she didn’t do that. (And don’t get me started on her many deficiencies today; that’s another post). Anywho, I love that Draco is awful in canon but that we can see some awful humanity in his choices as well: fearing for his family, abiding with what he was taught about the world and Pureblood culture until it was simply too late. He clearly wanted to be friends with Harry from the start, whether that was from an ambitious angle and getting Harry in his crew would be not only a feather in Draco’s cap but a huge chess move for him in the cutthroat game of life... or if it was more personal, his hero-worship of The Boy Who Lived realized into a friendship. I love that there is so much to work with in him. I love tension and antagonism as starting places for relationships to crackle to fiery life and then transform in their own flames into something no one expects, something that threatens both their ontological points of view. I love that they change each other, forge new selves because of the other’s influence. I love that they hate one another and want one another and hate that they want. I love the heat that comes off their friction against one another, that it starts as a fight; it was always an obsession. Hell, that’s canon for each of them! I love that they can’t fucking stay away from each other, even when it hurts, even when it burns, even when it makes them hate themselves and causes rifts with their friends. ...and then I love when that starts to transmute once again. And Harry finds himself laughing at something Malfoy said, and it surprises them both. When Harry defends Draco when someone decides to attack his past choices. And Draco deserves it. But Harry becomes consumed with anger on his behalf regardless. I love enemies to lovers, and I love enemies to friends to lovers. I love when they pine for each other. I love when they break one another open in a way no one else can. I love when hate has somehow simply fled, and in its wake there is something suspiciously close to... love. That revelation. That ‘My God, I love him.’ I live for how fic writers can make that happen over and over and over again. I love it when they have hate sex, when they have rushed sex, rough sex, shower sex, public sex, kitchen counter gotta have you now sex. When they kiss. When their gazes meet and it’s an inferno, it’s a rending, it’s inevitable between them. And I love that we can explore ourselves through them, our fucked-up selves, our heroic selves, our gentle softness, our hard hatred, our inflexibility, and our ultimate surrender to something more, something better in ourselves, something we find in one another. And I love that we can come together as a community, loving these two idiots, and writing them in as many ways as we can think of, sharing that, sharing the love of that. There’s nothing better.

#wetassdrarry asked #why I love Drarry

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hisredhysteria · 2 years

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♡ Melanie Martinez Prompt Writing Masterlist ♡

Note: This is for Akudama Drive and I may add or take away lyrics at some point depending on what I write. These are just what I already have done or planned. Feel free to make suggestions or tell me if there's a specific song you'd like to see! I use the same song with different lyrics at times, so don't be alarmed!

"We paint white roses red, each shade from, a different person's head" ♥️

A poem inspired by Alice in Wonderland where the reader stumbles upon a path previously painted red by Cutthroat.

"But you already bought a ticket and there's no turning back now." ♥️

Alice in Borderland inspired writing where Hacker and the reader have to play a carousel like roulette.

"Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours"

Yandere headcanons for Hacker, Doctor, Cutthroat, and Courier

"Pretending everything's alright is detention." ♥️

Headcanons for what make the Akudama upset and how their s/o can cheer them up.

"If I share my toys will you let me stay?" ♥️

Scenarios for Cutthroat, Hacker, and Courier where they give or let the reader use one of their possessions

“Imperfect and human are we?” ♥️

Courier delivers the reader away from human traffickers

"And my one true love called me a monster." ♥️

Cutthroat kidnaps the reader, keeping them in a cage where he brings them jars of red

"But was he yours if he wanted me so bad?" ♥️

Courier and Hoodlum have a fling they can't even begin to explain. Parting their separate ways and finding themselves in their own relationships, one day Brawler pounds down Courier's door to inquire about an affair.

"Your skin is warm like an oven, your kiss is sugary sweet." ♥️

Fluff headcanons for the Akudama and their s/o's...more fluff than I am used to at least—

"Don't wanna leave this playdate with you" 💔

Headcanon like scenarios for a date

"I wanna break you in pieces."

"You pull me by my hair, so I don't go nowhere."

Yandere hcs with Hacker, Courier, and Cutthroat with a famous reader.

"I'm tired of being careful, tip toe, tryna keep the water warm. Let me, under your skin."

"Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop."

"Can't you see? I only want the ones who never see me. But I'm happy, I love playing these games until my heart bleeds."

"You're filling up my senses, with empty calories"

“Tell me you love me, but you treat me like I'm never there.”

“You say the cruelest words, and yes, they break my heart.”

"I feel like I'm just missing, something whenever you leave."

"Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen."

"I wish I had monopoly over your mind. I wish I didn't care all the time."

"Love me harder and don't be nice please."

#akudama drive

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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years

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Galentines Gone Wrong

Pairing: Wendell Bray x Reader, Valentine’s Special.

Word Count: 2,623

Summary: Y/n Booth is an FBI agent who works under her brother Seeley Booth and is also partnered with the Jeffersonian. Valentines rolls around and Cam, Daisy, and Y/n are all painfully single. Brennen and Angela join in and the group decides it’s girls night, get absolutely smashed, cause major chaos and get arrested for disturbing the peace. When their counterparts show up to bail them out, girls night turns to date night... or whatever this is.

Edit, March 11th: I hate the end of this. I reread it and it’s lowkey trash, but I’m going to keep it up because people seem to be enjoying it. Just a disclaimer that this is not my best work.

Notes: Tbh I second guessed this yesterday, hence the late post. I want to clarify that Wendell IS NOT preying on a drunk girl, and there was no drunk hookup. This is definitely not my favourite thing I’ve written and I was so out of ideas for the ending, but fck it, I have a migraine and feel like the personification of death. ALSO I WOULD NEVER USE GALENTINES IRL IK ITS LAME BUT I SIMPLY DO NOT CARE. HOLDIDAY SPIRIT BABES. Anyway, on with the show.

It’s been a long night. Fun, but long. You wake up against Daisy’s side, stretching lazily, and still partially drunkenly. As you sit up, you recall the events that led to your current seat in a drunk tank.

The five of you ended up in a biker bar, huge leather-clad and big bearded dudes all over the damn place. Despite being big scary bikers, they were chill and actually bought half of your drinks. Then you and Daisy got a little too close to an attractive younger biker, and his girlfriend was not having it. So an argument turned full on brawl caused the lot of you to bail out of the bar and trek back into town.

Only you were real rowdy, laughing and singing, a little to loudly for anyone’s liking. And got the cops called on you. And got thrown in a dunk tank. Unfortunately “you can’t arrest me, I am the law” doesn’t work if you’re drunk. The cops weren’t a fan of your badge, either.

You’re torn from your thoughts at the sound of voices down the hall, and you stumble over the the bars of the cell, holding onto them for balance. A half-hour nap didn’t do much to sober you up. The voices get closer, and your friends and brother walk in. Wendell’s the first one you notice, your eyes immediately darting to him. He’s wearing a hot ass black jacket, jeans and a white T-shirt, and you stare at him for a lot longer than you should.

“Hey, BJ. Never thought I’d see you on the other side of the bars.” Hodgins laughs at your expression of annoyance, and lets the cop they’re with open the cell door. He walks over to grab Angela, and you scoff.

“I told you to stop calling me BJ. I know you mean Booth Junior, but other people might think something else,” you mutter, much less than impressed at the innuendo tied to the nickname.

Your brother and Sweets go collect Brennan and Daisy, and Cam stands up on her own. She’s the most level-headed of all of you, and she’s completely sobered up now. Wendell walks to your side, your brother is too occupied with his (much less coordinated than you are) wife. Wendell puts an arm around you, and you gladly lean into him, hands settling on his chest.

“You’ll never guess what we did,” you giggle drunkenly against Wendell’s chest, overcome with the giddiness of a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Apparently you guys disturbed a lot of peace.” Wendell has somewhat of an impressed/concerned/entertained smirk on his face. He looks down at you, massively interested in the story as to how you got here. Not that he’ll hear it anytime soon.

“How’d you know?!” You look up at him with surprise written all over your face, a gasp escaping your lips, and it takes a lot for him not to burst out laughing.

“The sheriff told me. Let’s take you home, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumble, much more sullenly than five seconds ago.

Wendell keeps an arm around you, more than a little worried that you’re gonna fall over, and takes you to his car. You get in the front seat, smacking his hand away as he tries to help with your seatbelt. After successfully buckling the seatbelt, you glance back at him with a smirk.

“You know if you wanted to get on top of me all you had to do was ask.”

Wendell nearly chokes and dies at what you’re insinuating. He’s also not sure if this is the tequila talking or if it’s you talking. Composing himself quickly, he lets out a chuckle, saying something along the lines of ‘okay then,’ and closes the door for you. He walks around the front of the car, making his way to the driver’s seat. Hodgins drives by, Angela and Cam in the car with him, and waves as he heads home.

Seeley pulls up beside Wendell, looking at him sternly. Daisy and Brennen are singing in the back seat, and Wendell can see Sweets in the front seat, holding back laughter. It’s a funny sight really, the usually stoic Dr. Brennen and overly excitable Daisy, swaying together in the back seat singing an off-key rendition of piano man. Seeley makes a face at a certain piercing high note that comes from Dr. Brennan, before turning to Wendell.

“Listen man, I appreciate it. If we didn’t live on the opposite side of town, I’d take her home.” Seeley leans out the window slightly, looking at Wendell.

“It’s no problem, really.” Wendell smiles, giving your brother a small wave as he turns to get in his car. “I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

“Wait! Not that I think you will, but don’t try anything. Alright?”

“Course not, man. Don’t worry, I got this. Head home, I’ll text you when I get Y/n home.” Wendell knows your brother means no harm, obviously, yet can’t help but think about why he’d even think to say that to him.

When he gets back in the car, seeing you sleeping soundly in the passenger seat, curled up and leaning against the window, his worries melt away and he smiles. He turns the car on and lowers the radio volume before driving off.

Tonight summarizes the two of you pretty well, actually. Y/n, the chaotic do-good-er badass, and Wendell, the (sometimes also chaotic) best friend, who always has your back. Sometimes it pains him that you only see him as that, a best friend, but he’s okay with just being that. A friend. Because it means he gets to see you happy. Little does he know, you wouldn’t have gotten so sauced tonight if you weren’t drinking away the thoughts of his lips on yours, his skin pressed against yours as the night turns to morning, the idea of a spark that doesn’t exist. The day of love sucks.

And for some reason, neither of you can see that you’re crazy about each other. Maybe it’s because you’re afraid to ruin what you have, or maybe it’s because you’re both just oblivious, but it doesn’t make a huge difference. Nothing seems to be happening.

Wendell is occupied with a lot of thoughts as he drives to your place. His mind bounces all over the place. He thinks about how you met, when you first walked into the Jeffersonian covered in dirt and sweat (in a cute way... even though he thinks anything is cute on you) after a chase in the desert, just to see your brother and make sure he was okay. He also thinks about the time he literally ran into you and the two of you fell down the platform stairs. The alarms went off, and everyone stared at the pair of you tangled up on the floor. Needless to say it took a while to live that one down. He thinks about every time he’s seen you laugh, and the few that he’s seen you cry. Not that you really even cried, you just couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You don’t exactly do emotions, not out in the open at least.

He thinks about every reason he’s so smitten with you. You’re courageous, selfless, you protect your friends and family, you’re cutthroat and ferocious, yet simultaneously the sweetest person he’s ever met. You care about every detail of his day when you ask how he’s doing, and you can tell when the slightest thing is off with him, or anyone else at the lab, except for noticing his flaming crush on you. And as he thinks about all the little things, he realizes it can’t stay bottled up forever. He has to tell you.

Before long, you’re home. The two and a half hour drive have Wendell a lot of time to think, yet somehow it also feels like he’s had no time at all. The time has also started your trail toward sobriety, and you can at least think coherently. Wendell wakes you, and when you wake up, your hand goes to your head.

“Good god. Did I get hit by a bus?” Your words are still slightly jumbled together, but you’re getting back to business as usual, and that’s good enough.

“There she is,” he singsongs playfully, glad to see your usual demeanour starting to return. You unbuckle your seatbelt, groaning when you go to move. Wendell offers you a hand, and you take it.

Helping you up, he puts an arm around your waist again. You stumble slightly, and when he catches you, you fall against him, leaning against his chest. He ends up just scooping you up off the ground and carrying you inside, placing you on the couch. You’re mostly in good shape, just awful clumsy and distracted due to your headache. Wendell heads into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and some crackers.

“How you doing?” He sits by your thigh, putting an arm on the back of the couch and looking over at you. You cover your face with your hands, laughing gently.

“Ugh, please tell me I didn’t actually make the worst sex implication joke ever.”

“Um...”

“Oh shit. This is embarrassing.” You sit up, still a little tipsy, but not as messed up as you were at the police station. Maybe if things go off you can play it off as Valentine’s tequila. “Fuck it. I’m just gonna go for it. Tonight was fun or whatever, but I really wanted to spend it with you.”

“We could’ve done that. We can hang out this weekend if you want.”

“No, no. You really are a blonde.” You laugh, nudging his shoulder with your fist. Suddenly nervous, you start to ramble. “Not that that’s bad, because you’re definitely pretty. You’re a cute blonde, and you do have really nice arms, they’re really toned, and you know, at the garage you wear these tight shirts and sometimes I just stare and I worry you see, but-“

“Y/n! You’re getting off track here.” He puts a hand on your shoulder, laughing at your rambles. “Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow.”

“I like you a lot.” The words are out of your mouth before he’s even finished his sentence. “Like I have feelings for you?” It comes out like a question, but it’s meant as more of a fearful statement.

“Wait, really?” His eyes widen and his smile falls. At first you think he’s about to run for the hills, but when a small smile appears on his face you’re not so sure.

“Ah, shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” you curse, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity. That’s fuckin embarrassing.

“No, I like you, too. A lot.” Wendell takes your hand, and you lay against his side as he keeps talking. “We can talk more, when you’re sober. But I do like you. And I think that if we decided that this weekend’s hangout was more ‘ice skating in the park’ instead of ‘trying to kill each other at the rink’, I’d be more than okay with that. I’d like that a lot, actually.” He lets out a small, nervous chuckle, and he glances down at you, fingers grazing your cheek as he contemplates if it would be weird to cup your face with his hand and run his thumb over your cheek.

“Really?” You look up at him with an adorable awestruck expression, and he nearly bursts out laughing.

“Yeah, really.” A smile stays glued to his face, and he shifts slightly, which causes you to sit up. “Now, you should probably go to bed, so that you’re not completely useless tomorrow.”

Wendell plants a small kiss on the top of your head, before standing and scooping you up, bringing you to your room. He drops you gently on your bed, and you let out a small giggle as you bounce slightly with the impact. You banish him from your room so that you can change, and not really paying attention, grab a black hoodie and shorts out of your closet. When you open the door again, he’s just leaning against the wall outside.

“Sorry, I didn’t know where you wanted me to set up- is that my hoodie? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Huh?” You look down at the sweater, seeing the small Jeffersonian logo on the left side of the chest, and the initials on the sleeve. “Oh, I guess it is.” You remember when he gave it to you, he couldn’t stand the idea of you remaining in your blood soaked T-shirt, the grey had become a sticky maroon, too much so to be comfortable. “You can have it back-“

“No, you keep it.” He steps closer, lifting your chin so that you look at him, and brushing a stray hair out of your face. His voice drops, becoming softer and breathy. “It’s much cuter on you anyway,” he murmurs, making you blush profusely, a little laugh escaping your lips.

The two of you fall silent, each staring at the other’s lips. A hum comes from the furnace, causing you both to startle slightly, and it ends the moment. You glance back at Wendell again, before sitting on your bed. He tilts his head at you, mildly confused as to what you’re doing.

“Where did you want me to sleep?”

“Wherever you want. There’s blankets and a few pillows in the closet.”

He thanks you and walks out, and you breathe in deeply, not realizing how shallow your breathing had become. Your mind is racing, and so is your heart. This is simultaneously about the best and worst Valentine’s you’ve ever had. As you mull over the events of tonight, you slide under the blankets, laying back and staring at the ceiling. The shuffling in your living room comes to a stop, and you can hear Wendell coming back to your room. He stops in the doorway.

“Came back to say goodnight,” he says softly, making your heart melt.

“You mind staying for a while?” You sit up, looking at him. He glances over his shoulder at you, a perplexed expression plastered on his face. “What?! I’ve had a rough night,” you say, pretending to be offended. He makes his way over, laying on your bed, on top of the blankets. You roll over and face him, looking up at him lazily. “Goodnight, Wendell.”

You drift off to sleep fairly quickly, but not before you subconsciously lay your head on his chest. He’s terrified at first, frozen in place and afraid to breathe, but after a few minutes he collects himself and calms down. You sleep soundly, curled up beside Wendell. He’s warm and he smells good, and he’s pretty comfortable. By the morning, the two of you are completely intertwined, tangled in blankets and each others’ arms.

The two of you grab a greasy breakfast (and some Advil) and spend the day together, actually talking about what happened the night before. Most of the day is spent at your place, you and Wendell lounging around on your couch as you binge watch your favourite series and try to overcome your hangover.

The next days and weeks fly by, you and Wendell getting closer and closer. The pair of you go on a few dates before things are made official, Wendell going as far as taking you on a walk in the snow and officially asking you out by the outdoor rink. He even reserved ice time so the two of you could skate around like idiots and pass a puck around.

And eventually, when people start to see you’re together, and ask about your story, you have to tell them he bailed you out of jail after Galantine’s gone wrong.

#bones #wendell bray x reader #wendell bray #seeley booth #cam saroyan #temperance brennan #angela montenegro #daisy wick #y/n #bonestv #x reader #wendell bray x you #happy galentines #happy valentine’s #valentines

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rason-rodd · 3 years

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The Boy Who Didn’t Like Christmas - Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise Jason with a Christmas tree but things don’t go as planed. Did he really just call you a friend?

Warning : Fluff, Humor, Slight Angst

Author’s note: A new Bat-Christmas one shot, this time with Jason (the last one will be with Dick). I tried to make Reader as general neutral as possible. Hope you’ll like it

“You’re clearly not from the Hill … or the Narrows.” You were pretty certain the rebuke would have hurt ten times more if Dana Harlowe had said everything she was keeping well hidden in her badass heart. But there was no need to say more. It was clear she didn’t hold you close to her heart. To her, you were the pain in the ass from Uptown Gotham, the one who certainly knew nothing about striving to get out of the dirt and who had certainly always get what she wanted by simply twitching her nose. In a nutshell, everything she was happy not to be. But you had one thing in common. Or at least, one person. Jason Todd. Dana had known him for over a decade. You had known him for a couple of months. But you as well as she had learned to deeply care about him, except that one of you had let things go way beyond friendship quite a couple of times. That one being you. “I was just suggesting bringing Jason a Christmas tree to decorate his apartment, Dana. That’s it.” You tried to defend yourself as you buried you hands in your pocket. “And how many times should I tell you that Jason hates Christmas?” You sighed as you both could barely keep your annoyance to yourself anymore. “No one really hates Christmas.” “So what you’re going to show up to his place with a goddamn tree, all dolled up, flutter your eyelashes and hope he won’t be mad at you?” You shrugged. “That’s an idea”

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And Dana hadn’t been able to stop you. So, one Sunday afternoon you showed up to Jason’s place with a bag filled with brand new Christmas decorations and a heavy tree that had made you sweat streams to carry in the old staircases and, with a tired sigh, you rang at Jason’s door. He opened it without waiting or looking through the spyhole, apparently not thinking (or caring) about the possibility of a lunatic waiting on his doorstep with a deadly weapon. “You know I could have been a very angry elf with a gun. You should use that little peephole” “ Y/N” He looked astonished to see you here, especially with all that Christmas stuff “I…” “By the way, you should also write your co-ownership trustee and ask for an elevator. Yours stairs are a living hell.” You declared to make sure he wouldn’t have time to realise or protest against what you were planning to do. “Give me a hand, would you?” You asked as you tried to drag the tree by the crown inside the apartment, sprinkling the ancient wooden floor with pine needles. “Explain.” Jason demanded as he helped you carry the Christmas tree to the corner of his living room and erect it. “There! Perfect.” You clapped your hands, proud that the tree was still looking good despite the mistreatment you have given it and also because it was standing in Jason’s apartment, contradicting all of Dana’s sayings that “a Christmas tree will never cross Jason Todd’s doorstep”. “Suck it, Dana!” “Alright. You’re weird today. What’s with the tree?” Jason’s face seemed a bit twisted, as he didn’t know if he should smile or be worried. “Next week, it’s Christmas. You can’t celebrate Christmas without a Christmas tree.” He frowned, definitely looking for the right words in his beautiful yet tortured head of his to be sure he would not kill your excitement or hurt your feelings. “Y/N. I wasn’t planning on celebrating Christmas this year.” “I know. Dana told me about you being Scrooge Jr.” You joked, not caring at all, as you opened the plastic bag full of decorations to empty it on the couch. “That’s a bit overstating things.” Jason scratched his head. He had never heard anyone compare him to Dicken’s famous character. “I mean. Not liking Christmas doesn’t make me a miserly bitter old man.” “Were you planning on spending Christmas alone sitting on your couch with cold noodles, watching Netflix and calling Christmas humbug?” He waited before answering, trying to see how he could debunk you little argument. But there was no way. “Not Netflix. Cutthroat Kitchen.” “Oh my god. You’re Scrooge.” You sighed, exasperated before showing a beautiful transparent Christmas ball with little snowflakes inside. “Look how cute!” Your enthusiasm made him smile discreetly but not discreetly enough to go unnoticed. “I guess there’s no way I’m gonna stop you, right?” You shook your head. “You can still try but no. I’m going to give you some Christmas spirit, choke you with it if I must and I won’t leave this place until you love it. And mark my word, I will use string lights if needed” You threatened as you showed him the lights. “You would really tie me up to the tree? You know BDSM is not my thing.” “ No I would tie myself to the tree. Because as much as I know you can throw that tree away once I’m gone, I’m sure you won’t be able do so if I’m tied to it.” “And why so?” He smirked, curious to know your reason. “Cause you like me too much.” Was he really an open book? He never thought so but there was something with you, something weird and unusual that could make him act in strange ways. Perhaps was he getting soft. “And also, because you wouldn’t get my very special gift if you kick me out.” Jason squinted and you played with your eyebrows as you bit your lower lip so that he would get the naughty message. That eventually made him laugh and he tried to remember when was the last time he thought sexy could be funny. “Ah. The things I would do for you.” He kissed the top of your head softly, making your shiver and close your eyes and for a second you tried to resist the sudden urge to catch him by the neck and kiss him on the lips. Not that he would have minded, you thought. But there was a difference between occasional sex and displays of affection. “Let’s do this. Before you decide to make me sing Mariah Carey.” “Oh …” You pretended to think about the idea with a finger over your lips. “Don’t push it.”

And so you ended up decorating the Christmas together, laughing and chatting about some random stuff until you dared ask. “Why don’t you like Christmas?” Jason froze for a moment and you saw him close his eyes to take a deep breath. “Well it’s difficult to like Christmas when you’ve got a family like mine.” He finally declared as he hung a Christmas ball on a branch. “You mean Bruce …” You supposed though you were not sure of you should continue this conversation. “If only there was just Bruce.” You decided to be quiet when you noticed his sudden bitterness but he chose to keep talking. “I never had a proper Christmas as a kid. When mum wasn’t completely stoned on the bathroom floor, dad was in jail. And when we were finally together, well … Let’s say Christmas spirit wasn’t something the Todd family knew about.” “I’m sorry.” You said, wondering if you should hug him or at least caress his arm as a sign of comfort. “Don’t be. Plus, it’s not like I cared that much about Christmas as a kid anyway.” You could tell it was a lie, a huge bad lie only made to mask some deep-rooted wound, a lie Jason had learned by heart as if it was a mere line and had probably served to anyone around him for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t hard to guess. You just had to see how hurt he looked deep down in his beautiful tortured eyes. “I mean, there are other days to offer gifts.” “Sure.” You had a light smile and you focused again on the decoration of your tree. “But I appreciate what you’re doing, Y/N” “By what I’m doing, you mean … making you celebrate the event you hate the most without complaining?” You tried to joke. “That.” He chuckled. “And being a good friend.” A friend? Was friend really the right word? Well, maybe … in a way … or not. After all, what friends occasionally end up fucking when the sexual tension becomes too hard to handle? “I know you’re doing this because of your permanent worry about me. But you don’t need to worry. I’m fine.” “I’m sure you are.” You sighed and Jason caught your hands in his. “Hey. I’m a tough guy. I’ve got thunder thighs and sharp abs. You said it yourself”. You chuckled briefly, remembering the time when you told him this. Pretty sure you were naked and drunk by the way. “I know you’re tough Jason. Actually, you’re certainly the toughest person I know. But I’m not stupid. And I know there are things that you’re hiding from me.” He suddenly frowned and you felt his grip around your hands loosening, as if he was ready to run away from you. “And I’m not asking you to tell me what it is. I understand that you have your secrets. I do to. I just … I just want you to be honest with me, to tell me when you feel low, when you need me.” You added as you grabbed his arms to keep him close. “We’re … friends after all, aren’t we?” You hated that argument but you decided to use anyway, just to see his reaction. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Jason whispered after a second of heavy silence. “We’re friends.” Not the reaction you wanted. “Good.” You let go of him and went back to hanging Christmas balls but you both could feel the weird tension, the awkwardness and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for ruining that moment which had begun so well. You should have listened to Dana. “Maybe I should go.” You declared as you resigned yourself to get the hell out of here before making things worse between you two. “No!” Jason almost shouted. “No. We … Let’s finish the tree first okay? Please” You sighed. “Plus you mentioned a gift, right?” Normally that comment would have made you smirk but not today, not now. “That’s not a gift you give friends, Jason”

***

“You played the friends card? Not cool.” Jason suddenly remembered the little mental note he had left for himself the last time he had talked to Dick about his love life. ‘Never again.’ But Roy was gone and so were Artemis and Bizarro or any other friends he could have confessed to. “But we are friends.” He tried to justify himself. “I think.” Dick shook his head, slightly exasperated yet amused by his little brother. “You saying ‘I think’ makes me believe you don’t see Y/N as a friend.” “Why does it have to be so complicated?” Jason sighed as he tried to remember when was the last time he had seen you as merely a friend. “Because it’s love and nothing is ever simple when it comes to love. No need to be a relationship expert to know this.” Jason glanced at Dick who was smiling at him. “I hope you don’t consider yourself an expert considering the failure that is your love life and your on and off relationship with Babs.” Dick shrugged. Yes, apparently he was. Cocky boy wonder. “I’m expert enough to know you don’t call someone you have sex with a friend.” “Oh come on! Ever heard of friends with benefits?” Jason harrumphed, slightly annoyed by his predecessor’s judgemental attitude right now. “Jason please. You guys are not friends with benefits and you know why? Cause your relationship is not platonic at all. You like Y/N and Y/N likes you. But you are too unconfident or too scared to admit it so you end up having sex when you don’t know how to handle your feelings anymore. Now can we take care of that bunch of lousy criminals before they escape with the money?” As much as it hurt Jason to admit it, Dick was right. He liked you. He liked you a lot. Maybe he was in love with you even, he didn’t know. But what he really knew right now was that he had screwed up, bad, and that he wanted to fix things between you two.

***

You turned your key in the keyhole, exhausted by your long day at work and blaming the snow that had literally frozen your toes and fingers on your way back home. “Maybe I should ask for a ugly pair of Uggs for Christ…mas” You couldn’t move, your limbs as frozen as your fingers and toes or maybe worse. Eyes widened you looked around you and at the thousands colourful lights illuminating your entire apartment and the Christmas decorations scattered all over the furniture. “What the hell happened here?” “Do you like it?” You yelled and jumped and, out of pure reflex and fear, punched hard the person standing right behind you before you could realise it was actually Jason. “Oh my god, Jay.” He groaned and put a hand over his nose to calm the pain. “Damn. I think you broke it.” “Let me see.” You tried to remove his hand from his face to see how badly injured he was. “No! Don’t touch it. Don’t touch it.” He cried out as a sign of protest but eventually let you take him inside right to your couch where you left him an instant to go fetch some ice in the freezer. “What are you doing here that late?” You asked as you came back to sit by his side. “I wanted to surprise you. I guess it worked.” He hissed as you finally put the small bag of ice against his nose. “You did this?” You asked as you looked again around you. There were probably at least dozens of flickering string lights hanging from the ceiling above your head as well as fake snow all over the floor of the living room and miniature Christmas trees and other lovely decorations carefully placed on the furniture. “Yeah.” “How? When?” You couldn’t believe he had done this. “This afternoon while you were gone. I entered by the window. You know you should check if they’re close before leaving.” You smile when you understood the nod to what you had told him last you saw each other. “Why?” “ Well. Because it’s dangerous of course. I mean a lunatic could enter and turn your place into a Christmas shop. Oops too late.” “ No, I mean. Why did you do this?” You asked again, not really in the mood to laugh at his joke right now. “It’s Christmas, isn’t it? … And I like you” He said while looking at you right in the eye. “And not as a friend. Cause clearly we’re not friends and we’re not …” You dropped the bag of ice to catch Jason by the neck and kiss him passionately. How long have you waited for him to finally say it. “Ow. Ow. Easy.” Jason complained right against your lips when your nose pressed too hard against his. “Sorry.” You whispered with a smile. “Don’t smile at my pain. I’m really hurt.” “Aren’t you a tough guy?” You teased, using his own arguments against him. “Not when I’m with you.” He confessed and approached your face again, slowly and carefully, to kiss your soft lips with a delicacy that made you shiver. “There are so many things I want to tell you, Y/N.” “ Then say them.” You whispered still close to his face, feeling his hot breath against your skin. “It would ruin Christmas’ spirit.” “I thought you didn’t like Christmas.” “I lied.”

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