#these gifs don't do the moment justice BUT they were fun to make and i love my little wannabe striker

[lee-kangin]

EL MEJOR CENTRAL DEL MUNDO.

#cristian romero #cuti romero #spurs #tottenham #tottenham hotspur #football #footballedit #he kept pointing towards the badge i felt faint ... either that or he just rly likes aia insurance ig <3 #these gifs don't do the moment justice BUT they were fun to make and i love my little wannabe striker #best cb itw <3 #rahul.gif

[space-mango-company]

Stranger | Chapter 4

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

TW: Mentions of Cannibalism, Choking

Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Original Characters, Canon What Canon

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Ok, so clearly I'm a big fat liar. I'm sorry this chapter also took ages. I think I'm just a slow writer lmao. Anyway, it was fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy it. As always, thanks for all the lovely comments I appreciate them a lot. Take care and have a good one!

"Where is he?" you snarl as you march through the halls gripping Iassa's choker. "Where is the na-Baron?" Your voice a threat.

"He is doing his morning drills, my lady," Zora, your new servant chases after you, growing increasingly panicked, "he trains with the Warmaster."

You pick up your pace, "Take me to him." When Zora hesitates, you yell, "Now!"

When you arrive, Feyd-Rautha is sparring with who you assume to be the Harkonnen Warmaster in a shallow recessed pit in the center of the training room.

"Where is she?" you call from the doorway, your voice filled with vitriol.

Your unexpected presence catches Feyd-Rautha off-guard and his sparring partner manages to cut his right abdomen through his shield. He growls at the Warmaster and snaps his head to you, "I am preoccupied at the moment, my lady."

"Where is Iassa?" your glare pierces through him.

"Who?" he asks genuinely confused.

Your grip on the choker tightens, "Don't pretend. The servant girl assigned to me. You left this in my room, didn't you?" The realization he had snuck into your quarters while you were asleep quietly creeps on you. "What have you done with her."

"Ah," he tilts his head, ignoring his bleeding wound, "I thought about just cutting her tongue out." A smirk grows on his lips, "but my darlings were hungry."

It was only then you noticed his concubines in the room, lounging in a corner of pillows. Their sharp-toothed grins only stoked your fury.

You scoff in anger, "because she revealed your farce? Are you so insecure?"

Is cocky expression evolves into a glare. "Leave us," he orders, eyes staying on yours. Servants flood out of the room asking with the Warmaster but it seems his pets were exempt from this command. "Why do you cry for a girl you knew less than two days?"

He was right. Why do you care so much? You were hardly 'close' with Iassa. You've had servants on Caladan and you were never particular with any of them. Would you anger for them the same way? Why must you suddenly be a paragon of justice? And at the risk of the Harkonnens' contempt?

When you remain speechless, the na-Baron continues, "You may not be familiar with slaves but here, their death is inconsequential—save for the economics of it all."

"Is that so?" You look at his pets then back at him. Your breath is dragon-like and your tone hardens, "then relieve your concubines."

"What?" Feyd-Rautha's low voice echoes through the room. His concubines hiss at you from their raised platform.

You stand taller, shoulders back, still clutching Iassa's choker in your hand, "If I am to be your wife, I demand you take no other women."

He takes a moment to determine how serious you are being, then decides it doesn't matter. He walks up the steps surrounding the pit and you aren't given time to react before he has your neck in his grip. "You are in no place to demand such things, Atreides." His black gritted teeth at the last word match the darkness of his voice.

Your hands fly to claw at his wrist, "How dare you lay a hand on me." You struggle against his unrelenting grip, "Let go of me!"

He leans down to your ear, "You're a feisty one, aren't you, little hawk?" You feel his hold continue to tighten and panic rises in your chest. Before you can be rendered speechless, you make a decision.

"UNHAND ME."

The Voice echos from your mouth seizing Feyd-Rautha's mind and his hand releases your throat. As you gasp desperately for air, he attempts to recover from the haze of the mental intrusion. When he finds his bearings, you see the thrill in his dark eyes. Witch, you can almost hear him say.

"Aren't you just full of surprises," he smirks.

"And I will have many more," you say bitterly. Straightening your dress, you regain your self-assured stance and meet his eyes with a cold stare, "Be rid of your harpies before we are wed or I will kill them myself."

You don't spare his concubines a glance as you turn to leave. You don't see the way Feyd-Rautha looks at you, head tilted, as you storm off.

You dismiss Zora and lock yourself in your chambers. Sprawled out on your bed, you stare up at the dark gray ceiling and question what could have possibly possessed you to challenge Feyd-Rautha the way you did. You go back and forth on whether or not it was an overreaction but eventually chalk it up to the Atreides' fiery defiance. Certainly, it wasn't the brightest decision but you sense that your father and brother would not have condemned it. Your heart is still pounding from the encounter. And the flicker in Fey-Rautha's eyes—you dismiss the idea that he might have enjoyed it.

You had hoped to hide your mother's training for longer. She had trained you and Paul in The Voice and Prana-Bindu. As a high-born lady, you could have been sent to a Bene Gesserit School in your formative years, but it was decided against due to Baron Vladimir's thinly veiled aversion to The Sisterhood. So, Lady Jessica resolved to teach you in secret. You were grateful for it anyway as you didn't have to be separated from your family. You think about how your mother would be able to continue to train Paul without you. You had always been more adept at The Voice than him. Now, he has the opportunity to surpass you. The thought triggers your competitiveness against your sibling but the feeling quickly melts into melancholy. You miss him. You miss all of them.

Is this to be your life? Married to a twisted psycho who feeds his concubines human flesh and kills people you care about? You sit up and place Iassa's choker carefully in the drawer of your nightstand. You hoped she didn't fear you as she did the Harkonnens.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. You had really hoped no one would bother you for the rest of the day but then you feel the emptiness in your stomach. You had skipped breakfast that day to confront the na-Baron. When you open the door, Zora is holding a covered tray which you assumed, and hoped, to be lunch.

"Would my lady like to eat in solitude?" she asks after she sets your meal at the small table in your quarters. Your heart sinks. She is so young.

"Ah no, I would like you to stay if that's alright." You sit at your table and cut into your food while Zora stands politely to the side. "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. The na-Baron—my fiancé—he has caused me some aggravation."

"It is quite alright, my lady," she says, her head bowed low.

After your meal, you ask Zora to fetch you various projections on the planet of Giedi Prime from the Harkonnen archives. You were hesitant to make the request considering the fate of your last servant but you hoped you managed to convince Feyd-Rautha you were not to be trifled with. Besides, what harm could you do by learning about flora and fauna.

You spent the rest of the day watching informative holograms about your new home's ecology and biodiversity. Apparently, one of the planet's greatest exports is wood from the Pilingitam tree which is prized for its pliability when freshly cut but sturdy hardness once aged and dried. It was also anti-fungal and naturally fire-resistant. It was a surprise you didn't see much of it. Everything in the fortress was cold stone and concrete. You wonder how beautiful furniture made out of Pilingitam must be when carved by a skilled artist.

That night, you make sure to lock your door and fall asleep to images of sprawling landscapes.

The following day was similarly spent, watching projections about Giedi Prime's geographical features. You were left undisturbed save for Zora's quiet knocks on your door to serve your meals. Your life as a baroness is days away so you might as well educate yourself. Although, you suppose you should probably focus on politics and history more than the planet's Obsidian Planes but you weren't really in the mood to learn of the Harkonnens' gruesome past right now. You would cross that bridge when you got there.

Come evening, you hear an unfamiliar knock at your door. Zora had already brought you dinner earlier so you are wary as you crack open the door.

"Hello, little hawk." Feyd-Rautha's tall figure looms past the doorway.

You stare him down, making no move to let him in.

He tilts his head slightly, "Would you really kill my darlings?"

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

Taglist: @torchbearerkyle @austinswhitewolf @dreamlandcreations @emeraldsgirl @strawberryfieldsforevermore @bornslippys @vexis-world @aoi-targaryen @alexandrainlove

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha fic #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #atreides reader #dune #dune part two #space-mango-company #fic: stranger

[ooffmlsorry]

Law Bends the Rules for You

A/N: This is my first time writing "Law x reader" or "x reader" in general. Takes place before Dressrosa. Oh! and have fun reading!

To a planner like Law, you had an invaluable devil fruit: the spy-spy fruit. The ability to touch any item and know everything about it instantly.

Moments ago, you had taken off one of your gloves and touched his hat. You were able to tell him what kind of animal it was made out of, who made it, from what store it came from, that it belonged to him and how long he'd had it. You were even able to tell him when he had modified the brim.

"If the item has been around a person long enough, I can even tell a little bit about them," you said, casually, even though your heart was pounding. Law could probably see the pulse throbbing in your neck. You came across pirates all the time but none from the Worst Generation. He was taller than you expected, handsomer, and more composed than his exploits at Sabaody Archipelago two years ago would've let on.

"I know this hat has been through a lot." You chose your next words carefully, "and it's owner has too."

Laws golden eyes flashed for a moment.

Something about that caused a flutter from your heart to your stomach. The wanted poster truly didn't do him justice.

"I-I'll help you. I'll join your crew," you stuttered. "Under two conditions."

Law smirked roguishly and raised an eyebrow. He remembered you saying you wouldn't make for a good pirate but from where Law was sitting he could see the makings of one already. Making a deal with him was bold.

"What makes you think I'll agree?" He rested his hand lazily on Kikoku, a wordless threat. His eyes drifted over your body back up to your face. "Or I could just make you, you don't look all that strong."

As much as that shouldn't have been hot it was, and that was almost as concerning as the implied threat in his words.

You rolled your eyes and looked away from him to hide the heat creeping up your face. "Why don't hear them before you say no," you snap.

Law scoffed, but his hand left Kikoku. He leaned his elbows on his thighs and laced his fingers together, ready to listen to you. "Out with it then, [Name]."

"Please don't make me wear one of those suits the rest of your crew has on," you said.

It was almost enough to make you burst out laughing the way Law's hands dropped as well as his jaw, eyes wide in a mix of shock and disturbance. You managed to stifle it just enough to continue. "I'll wear the insignia, make my own clothes if I have to, but I've spent enough time looking how someone else wanted me." You left it at that.

Law composed himself. Was it just your imagination or was he embarrassed you managed to catch him off guard. He cleared his throat and looked away from you. "Ridiculous, but fine," he said. "Is you're second just as stupid?"

You grinned. "Yeah," you said and carried on in the same breath without giving him time to interrupt. "You have to let me bring my cat!"

Law had no clue by agreeing to your conditions he was doomed to repeating himself on why Y/N got to wear whatever she wanted. Most of the time his answer included: "Because I said so" in true tired grump fashion.

A/N: welp, that's it. Hope you liked my first foray into writing "x reader." I guess stay tuned for more? Idk? I hope you have a good day <3

Part 2

#law x y/n #law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece x you #one piece

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Okay I just watch digital circus because of your post and it was a blast and I love the character and the idea of a scenario came to me

Caine, Pomni, Jax, Ragatha, with an actor reader who loves to play into the adventures and play NPCs to set up the immersion maybe even write up some ideas for Adventures to make things more fun

Anyways have a great day night whatever and thanks for the fun writings

Thank you! Hope I did your ask justice!

Caine, Pomni, Jax and Ragatha x Reader who makes NPCs and writes

Caine

★ He really appreciates your help! It's hard work making up games for everyone to play while taking into account everyone's preferences. No matter how much you protest, he will use each and every idea you come up with.

★ Caine sets up a little studio for you to work in. It's filled with paper, multiple typewriterband all sorts of art supplies. Maybe some clay for you to build some models of a character you want to create?

★ You're NPCs are always great and often end up being a hit with the others. By that I mean the gang tolerates them more than his NPCs. You manage to give them more personally than he could have ever given.

★ If you somehow get Zooble to join in the fun he will congratulate you for doing a good job. His hat is off to you, you did something he thought was impossible. Now only if you could get Zooble to stop trying to swear...

★ I know the NPCs don't have any ai but Gooseworx confirmed that Bubble is a much simpler AI created by Caine. Therefore, he can theoretically make one of your characters come to life.

Pomni

★ At first she thought that the characters you make were real people. Once you told her that they were nothing but glorified puppets she had to question the sentience of everyone she's met so far.

★ You gotta make this girl a therapist. Aside from that it doesn't take her long to start asking questions about why you like to make different characters and stories.

★ She's not as creative as you, doesn't really understand the appeal of creating something like you do. The most she can do is come up with a few names.

★ Despite knowing that they aren't real people, Pomni still apologizes to the NPCs. It's force of habit. Maybe you could add some dialogue for if/when someone apologizes for something?

★ If we're being completely honest, she doesn't really like any of the NPCs. It just feels wrong when she needs to talk to them for something. It's like speaking to one of those robotic pre-recorded messages over the phone.

Jax

★ He's extra mean to the NPCs you make, just because he can. He knows that they can't get offended or upset but he doesn't care. They will be getting pushed into the mud.

★ When you decide to scrap an old character he gladly helps. The moment you say you need to get rid of it he's reaching for the nearest baseball bat. No need to worry about cleaning up 👍

Jax when the NPC starts to annoy him

★ Jax thinks it's funny when you get upset over him being mean to a NPC because you've grown attached to some of them.

★After that he asks you what you plan to make next. Can you blame him for being curious? Jax wants to know what you're planning before anyone else. Don't worry, he can keep a secret.

★ As a "joke" he told you to try and make a NPC that Caine would need to heavily censor. Just to see what the ringmaster would do. Whatever you made that day was thrown into the cellar.

Ragatha

★ She likes to watch you make different characters for certain situations. Caine wants to set up a fishing adventure? Best believe you are making an NPC who's a fisherman to set up the immersion.

★ You might overwork yourself while trying to come up with a game for everyone to play. Ragatha sometimes needs to step in to tell you to take a break. There's no use overworking yourself, go take a break!

★ She really wants everyone to have fun with the adventures you put together. There's no doubt that she loves them. Also she's the first person to yell at Jax for being mean to the NPCs.

#Caine #Pomni #Jax #Ragatha #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus fandom #the amazing digital circus fanfiction #tadc #tadc x reader #tadc headcannons #tadc hc #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #the amazing digital circus pomni #the amazing digital circus caine #the amazing digital jax #the amazing digital circus ragatha #caine x reader #pomni x reader #jax x reader #ragatha x reader #caine fanfiction #Caine headcannons #pomni headcannons #pomni #jax fanfiction #digital circus jax #the amazing digital circus jax

[iridescentdove]

Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi & Ranpo w/ Elysia! Reader

Elysia is the Herrscher of Human Ego in Honkai Impact. She is a girl as beautiful as dancing petals, and holds the power which is comparable to a God itself.

Her personality is cheerful and sweet-loving, Elysia cares about her friends and everyone else dearly. She's elegant, unique, and is a person who enjoys everything.

Decay Of Angels Ver. ♡ Port Mafia Ver.

DAZAI OSAMU:

This guy does indeed agree that you are a God, sent from above to bless him with your existence.

He thinks you're the most beautiful girl in existence. And well, technically he's not wrong. He's never seen someone as gorgeous and elegant as you are.

Was definitely a lil surprised at first, let's just say that you sparred against him for fun.

When this dumbass tried to neutralize your "ability" he then realizes you're immune, which makes his ass get beat and loose the match in 0.05 seconds. Everyone's impressed.

"(Y/N)-chan! Step me on me please!" No thanks.

A few had gotten suspicious, and Dazai was simply curious.

By any means, he didn't really think to interrogate you as he knew even he himself was not invincible. But to think someone could go against his own ability?

By the time you revealed your identity and strength to the ADA, let's just say you were forced asked to join them.

You were so kind, literally looking so incapable of being evil. You were a good person, which led them to think you'd be the winning card to their battles.

And funny enough, you were.

Not even seconds later, you had annihilated everyone with nothing else but a simple smile. Dazai fell for you hard the moment you first met, but now?

"You. Me. Bed. Now."

Boom, and your God Form. Your transformation IS PEAK. Dazai is literally deceased.

He's giggling, squealing, curling his toes, twirling his hair.

The way you float up the air, your pretty outfit doing you justice fr makes him feel things yk

You've definitely been so understanding and leading him to the light, being ever so kind and gentle. He's so thankful for it. Maybe he's found something he'd finally live for?

Not even thinking twice, the day came as Dazai slowly goes down on one knee, a beautiful velvet box in hand.

"(Y/N)...will you marry me? No jokes this time!"

He wants to spend his eternity with you.

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

Man, just looked at this fucking simp– you'd bet he'd have dropped literally everything in the mafia just for you.

And again, he acknowledges your power and how you could probably destroy everything known in existence with not even 10% of your power.

Fyodor shaking in his fugly ass boots

Chuuya is basically in love with you. But thing is, he's never experienced that type of love.

Which is where YOU come in! <3

In a relationship, you'd be the one leading him. And he's following like a cute lost puppy with his mother. Yes, pun intended. But seriously, he's in love with you.

You love everyone. That was understandable as basically the God of Humanity.

However, joining in such bad deeds like the Port Mafia is your boundary. Ironic how you're dating a criminal literally wanted in 30+ countries, but you don't judge anyone! :)

Chuuya had wanted to try fighting against you once, and let's just say he couldn't go to work the next day.

He is in awe of your power. Who's Dazai again lmao

Dude will turn tomato red the moment he sees you in your God Form. You're just so breathtaking it's impossible to remain calm and collected.

He'll attempt to sputter out a compliment, but his flustered self made it harder. You understood though.

When the both of you go out to fight and be hot shit, he'd never fail to be impressed by your power. Then again he's almost not needed because you'd destroy them all–

Best assured, he's found the love of his life. He'd never trade you for anything in the world <3

"(Y/N), i want to be with you for the rest of my life. God or not...i'd still choose you."

NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI:

You probably already saw this coming, but i'll just say it.

You're the one who saves Atsushi's ass everytime. Like it happens way too often that it's not even surprising. It just became a HABIT for you lmao

Everytime he gets stabbed or stepped on by the mafia, you're already annihilating them and healing Atsushi.

He never fails to thank you for it though <3

You're so pretty and strong! As you've probably said it beforehand, you're a God. And does he freak out?

Yes. Absolutely. 100%.

At first, he's trying to deny it and thinking that you're just joking. Like, maybe Dazai rubbed off on you or something! But well...he just ends up accepting it.

Stares at you, almost shitting his pants. But you just tell him not to be afraid so softly while patting his head sjdhshasjw

He's dead in love. Let's say you were actually part of the ADA already for a while now, and wanted to help the humans you protect.

Then one day, you saw poor Atsushi getting kicked out of the orphanage. Yay! Boom, you have a roommate <3

Atsushi was glad to have you around. The protection and kindness of a God? He'd be independent on his own, but he'd never say no to getting helped by you.

Is in love with your God Form. He shyly asks if it's okay for you to transform so he can feel safe in your arms *SOBS*

I love him so fucking much is it obvious

But in all seriousness, he thought you were indeed an angel sent from the heavens. Coming to take and care for him just as he thought he'd have nowhere to go kicked out.

And well, overall would take a hundred bullets for you. This man won't take shit from anyone who insults you.

Atsushi transforming to protect you? YESSHDHDHW

Then honestly, he's not afraid anymore. With the most precious smile in existence – he claims that he cherishes everything you've done for him.

And slowly gives you a soft kiss on lips. All the while internally promising himself he won't ever leave you, just like how you never left him.

EDOGAWA RANPO:

Buckle up and get ready for the most crackhead ass headcanon you've seen in your life.

ANYWAYS SO

This bitch thinks you're pretty asf. Like yes, i'm aware i've said that for the past three characters BUT this man is literally on a whole nother level.

You'll wake up to Ranpo squeezing you tight in his sleep with candy wrappers all over the fucking bed wtf

When you ask him, he'll simply smile and say

"...Your chest is a great cushion!" I'll kill you

Mk but imagine both of ya'll are out on a case and he pulls you into a goddamn candy store, all the while maintaining eye contact as he seductively buys candy.

SEDUCTIVELY. BUYS. CANDY??

Man idfk how he does it but he's just in love. He won't waste a time to proudly show you off to others.

But the moment you begin showing someone else Dazai love this dumb hoe gets all pouty and begins to make his very wonderful, amazing mysterious diabolical plan

He failed.

You giggled at his attempts, but he has the AUDACITY to keep going and act like he did sumn :/

Although you don't have extremely good skills in solving some detective crimes like Ranpo, you're definitely far of a stretch than him in terms of strength and power.

Like ma'am what the fuck?? Did you just? Kill three mafia executives?? IN A ROW?!

Ranpo's too proud to admit but he loves you fr.

In your God Form, you show a lot more of your assets and this bitch...lives for it. You'd never have caught him staring cause this mf has his eyes closed most of the time

What the glasses for

Ranpo would follow you beyond the galaxy and back just to get the morning kiss he didn't receive man tf

DO IT OR HE GETS A BITCH FIT

By the time you've settled down (and stomped on basically every mafia, guild and fyodor's ass to bits), this guy won't even waste any time. He loves you sm.

After taking a stroll during your candy store visit, Ranpo kisses you like it was the end of the world.

Had you always been this beautiful? Obviously, you kept getting even prettier each day. And as he pulls back, Ranpo assures you that you were the best blessing in his life.

So now i'm begging you, marry this bozo pls

#bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #dazai x y/n #chuuya headcanons #bungou stray dogs atsushi #ranpo x reader #bsd x reader

[writeroutoftime]

secret's out

(not my gif, creator is linked)

pairing: eddie munson x gn!popular!reader

summary: after you and eddie get into a fight about the nature of your secret relationship, you decide to show him how much he means to you

warnings: none - just note that reader is a senior and is 18, and we know that eddie is also at least 18/19

words: 782

a/n: okay this is totally self-indulgent and was just really fun to write! this is also my first time writing for eddie, so I hope I did his character some justice! please enjoy, let me know what you think, and have a fabulous day! 💛

oOoOo

The cafeteria was buzzing, but no part of the conversation registered with you. Instead, your eyes were glazed over as you replayed the events of the previous night. Snippets of the fight you had with Eddie Munson - your secret boyfriend - kept surfacing in your mind.

What had begun as a nice, and very much needed, evening together quickly delved into an intense back and forth about the nature of your relationship.

"I don't understand why we have to keep this charade up, it's ridiculous." Eddie argued, rolling his eyes after you, once again, told him you didn’t think it was a good idea to make your relationship public just yet.

“We’ve been over this so many times, Eddie. I know what people would say, and you don’t deserve to be treated like that.” you countered.

"Oh, that's right. You have to protect your precious popularity status."

"Eddie, it's not like that, okay? I'm doing this for us." you shot back.

"You know what? I think you care more about your bullshit friends than this relationship!” he declared sharply before storming off to his room, leaving you alone in the kitchen of his trailer.

His words echoed through your mind, and your heart ached at the thought. When the two of you first got together, you decided to keep your relationship a secret. Not because you necessarily wanted to, but you felt like you needed to protect Eddie. High school was a bitch, and he already received taunts daily just because he liked to play D&D. You knew how much more aggressive it would become if people found out the two of you were together.

However, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that perhaps you were trying to protecting yourself instead. The moment anyone in your clique found out you were dating Eddie, that would be it for your social status. But did it really matter that much to you? Wasn't being with Eddie more than enough, and to hell with the consequences?

Glancing up, you looked around the cafeteria until your eyes spotted Eddie's wild hair a few tables away. You saw the way his shoulders were hunched forward and how he didn't seem as engaged in the conversation with the rest of Hellfire as he normally was. That only solidified your decision in your mind.

As though you weren't in control of your own body, you slowly rose from your seat ignoring the comments from your so called "friends" next to you. You brushed off their motions for you to sit back down as you climbed on top of your chair, until you stood above the student body of Hawkins High School.

It wasn't long before the entire lunch room had gone nearly silently, save for the few confused whispers, as everyone suddenly had their eyes on you. Hands shaking slightly and mouth feeling dry, you cleared your throat, noticing that Eddie was leaning back, arms crossed with his full attention on you. His eyes were narrowed as he tried to deduce what exactly it was you were about to do.

"Um, hi, everyone." you started, unsure of how to continue. "I just wanted to say that..." you trailed off, scanning the crowd until you made contact with Eddie's beautiful, brown eyes for the first time since your argument.

Staring into his eyes always provided you a sense of comfort and security, and this moment was no different you decided as you took a deep breath. "I just wanted to say that I'm in love with Eddie Munson!" you suddenly declared to everyone with a grin on your face. "And I'm sorry it took me so long to admit that." you added, this time speaking only to Eddie.

The moment the words left your mouth, the cafeteria was roaring with gossip and laughter. Your friends, pulled you off the chair, throwing shouts of disbelief your way, but you couldn't hear them. The entire time, your eyes stayed on Eddie, and you watched as he started to make his way to you. Pushing your now ex-friends off of you, you ran to meet him halfway.

Eddie caught you in his arms, chuckling at your antics. "Well, I can't say I was expecting that."

"Neither was I." you admitted. "But I don't wanna lose you, and that seemed like the best way to go about it at the time."

"Fine by me, sweetheart." Eddie said, before leaning in to kiss you in public for the first time. Both of you threw up your middle finger to the crowd, no longer caring for the bullshit that was high school as long as you had each other.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #gn!reader #rita writes

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Hiiii! Love the content, truly do. Question: do you write for tfrb? If you do....could you do some spicy hw content with his fem human s/o?

Maybe he feels stressed out asf and dear s/o offers herself to try to ease it...only to end up getting railed, practically manhandled like a doll, and creamed by her firetruck hubby (not that she minds the treatment, in the contrary...she loves it)

He then turns into a cuddle bug and refuses to let go. Thank you!

Anon I absolutely do and thank you for this incredible ask, I will try to do it justice.

For those who don't know: if you like my writing style, you can always commission me, and please reblog to help spread my work! Thank you!

You'd known Heatwave was stressed. Between a string of dangerous rescues on top of managing the day-to-day affairs of his own team as well as the Academy there were few people who wouldn't have needed a break, so you'd decided to go full wife of the year and plan a night off for him. After doing everything in your power to ensure he wouldn't be bothered from dawn to dusk, prepping the padded berth the two of you shared and ordering some new lingerie, you had sent him a message inviting the mech to your bedroom. Your initial plan had been to have him simply blow off some steam with a few rounds of fun, but it had quickly become apparent you'd underestimated just how pent up your beloved fire truck really was.

That discovery had come only a minute prior, but you were finding yourself increasingly loving how wrong you'd been with every frantic thrust.

Pillows stacked in abundance cushioned your soft body as Heatwave pounded into you from behind, his secondary spike just small enough for you to take but large enough to stretch you to the limit the way you liked. Lingerie already disheveled, you clung to the blankets and got loud to let him know just how marvelous he was making you feel. Feral growls and hot blasts of air from his vents let you know the feeling was mutual.

Holding you with one servo, he let out a sound between a snarl and a moan, pulling you close to thrust as deeply as he could into your sopping pussy. The light slap of your flesh against his armor set him off as it always did, and you kept your legs spread as you were lifted clear off the berth, allowing him to set you up however he pleased. You'd made an unselfish commitment to letting him do whatever he needed to relax, and you intended to honor that.

"Heatwave!" you cried as he flipped you over, allowing you to turn your lidded eyes upwards to meet his optics. They fogged with more lust as you moaned his name, steam curling from his vents as he bent over the berth to watch you even more closely. You happily made a show of how good he was making you feel, moaning and crying out with his thrusts whilst you grabbed onto his digits for stability.

The big bot held you all the more tightly as he closed in on a massive and overdue release, throbbing inside of you and making you moan in anticipation of the rush of transfluid you knew was coming. Holding him tight and meeting his gaze, you silently compelled him to come, mouth open wide and eyes lidded in an overwhelmed "come hither" expression that invited him to lose control.

You got exactly what you wished and then some. Optics dilating to pinpricks, Heatwave came hard and fast, roaring out his completion as he overloaded hard enough to send sparks of electricity arcing across his armor. A hot gush of transfluid inside of you pushed you to completion at essentially the same moment, your tight walls clamping around him to invite as much as he was willing to give. Your mutual moans of orgasm shook the picture frames on the walls of your shared room.

Heatwave filled you completely with just a few spurts, allowing the others to gush out of you to gather in a thick puddle on the berth below. The warm fullness was the perfect segway into the afterglow, which you slipped into as the ecstasy faded into total satisfaction. His roars quited to groans that themselves faded to frantic pants of exertion as he himself came down, his armor dripping with coolant from the exertion. Setting you down and bacing his hands on the berth to keep himself upright, he briefly looked ready to pass out before he found his voice.

"I needed that." he sighed, sounding dizzy as he withdrew from you at last. Thick transfluid oozed slowly from your thoroughly stretched pussy, not that you minded as you looked up at him and found his optics drinking up the sight. Shifting his gaze to yours, he managed something like a chuckle before he scooped you up to make room for himself, collapsing on his side as he held your limp self to his chassis.

"Feeling better?" you asked in a barely audible whisper, voice weak from your cries of ecstasy. Heatwave purred and held you close as he always did after fragging, allowing his contented silence and your shredded lingerie to be his answer. It was all you needed.

#valveplug #transformers #lemon #maccadam #robot x human relations #tf #self insert #heatwave #heatwave x reader #human reader #rescue bots #tfrb #nsfw//// #transformers x reader #x reader

[akiizayoi4869]

So I was watching DBZ season 3 yesterday, and man do I have some thoughts about the Saiyans and their demise at the hands of Frieza. We know that the Saiyans weren't exactly good people. Even before working under Frieza, they destroyed other races and conquered planets. They were pretty much seen as the strongest beings to ever exist, until Frieza shows up and goes "lol nah you guys are nothing in comparison to me, you're all a bunch of monkeys!". Suddenly, the Saiyans weren't the strongest in the universe anymore. They no longer had the ability to do as they pleased. They now had to work for someone who they didn't like, and feared that person because they knew he could kill them all in the blink of an eye. Which is eventually what ends up happening.

Honestly, I couldn't help but feel somewhat sorry for them. They were terrible beings who went around killing other living beings in space, and that didn't stop once they were under Frieza's control. They did it for profit. And what's more, they enjoyed it. But you can see that after a while, they don't want to be stuck under Frieza's thumb anymore. So they rebel.

Now obviously, the rebellion wasn't going to work. None of them were strong enough to defeat Frieza. But they still tried to anyway. And they died doing it. In a fucked up way, it was poetic justice: after killing who knows how many life forms, they finally got what was coming to them. In the form of someone who was far worse than them. Then, we get to this guy:

Watching Vegeta be killed by Frieza never fails to make me sad, as well as give me a bunch of mixed emotions. Because on the one hand, it felt like Vegeta, much like his people, got what was coming to him after all of the terrible things he did. But on the other hand? When you really think about it, Vegeta was a victim of circumstances from the time he was a child. He basically had no choice but to do whatever he was told. Does it excuse his actions? No, but at the very least it makes you somewhat understand who Vegeta is.

Watching him fight Frieza was something else, because he goes from being overly confident to being scared shitless with each one of Frieza's transformations.

It was karmic justice in a way, but it was so damn brutal. Seeing Vegeta just go from being confident in himself to being terrified of Frieza's power and watching Frieza having fun beating the shit out of Vegeta and slowly killing him. Then finally at the end, we see Vegeta just...breakdown in tears. Telling Goku about what Frieza did to their fathers, as well as the entire Saiyan race. Pleading with Goku to destroy Frieza and get revenge for them all.

It was just a very sad moment that I think was really well done. Because it pulls off something that at this point, most of us probably never even thought of being possible, given everything that he did. It makes you actually feel sorry for Vegeta, as well as the Saiyan race.

#DBZ #Vegeta #Frieza #Saiyan race #Never thought I would be making a post about DBZ on this blog #But season 3 always gets me in my feels😭

[spiderrrling]

sksjskdjskij lovesick!Eddie trying to paint reader's nails but he's distracted by the overwhelming urge to kiss their fingers, knuckles, wrist etc skfaksldj

this this this this @uglypastels got a dm about how much i loved this idea I hope ive done it justice

"that's like the twelfth kiss you've given me since we started this" you responded to the chaste kiss placed against the back of your palm, his lips running over the thin and delicate skin almost in fear of breaking it

"im not sorry" eddie peeked up at you, his soft eyes peeking at you from beneath his curly bangs "just can't help myself round you"

there was absolutely no way you could say no to him, even though it was making the process of painting your nails unbearably long

"ok let me see..." he grabbed at your hand so he could angle your fingers better, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, you could see the quick flash of a wicked grin form on his lips before they pressed another kiss to the back of your hand, and one on your wrist, and the inside of your wrist, and up your arm

"eddieeee" the whine wasn't anything more than playful, you made no attempt to push him away or take your hand back

"no... let me have my fun"

"can we at least finish my nails?"

"one more?" the pleading look in his eyes was all you needed to see, you were done for completely, responding only with a quiet and simple nod, your eyes not wanting to leave his

rough and calloused fingers grasped at your wrist with the most care eddie could possibly muster, turning it slightly, the leather cuff decorating his wrist contrasting with the delicate and dainty bracelet eddie had placed on your wrist some weeks ago

his lips pressed against your pulse point, lingering over the skin for the few fleeting moments he was taking up, but if he'd asked you probably would have granted him enough fleeting moments to fill a lifetime and maybe some more after that

"thank you" he breathed with his lips still millimeters away from your skin, thanking you for being allowed to give you a kiss, something only eddie would think of to do

but he wasn't so quick to let go deciding to steal a few more moments, his fingers still lingering along your hand, the rough pad of his thumb tracing your fingers, your knuckles, before stopping just at the knuckle of your ring finger

"what you looking at?"

"nothing"

"and that's a problem?"

"exactly that's the problem, there's nothing here to look at, buuuut don't worry i have some ideas to fix that"

send lovesick eddie thoughts!! comments reblogs and feedback is always appreciate and encouraged <33

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #lovesick! eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader

[hufflepuffsandghosts]

The Costume Contest

Plot: Garcia has made plans to host a Halloween party at the BYU office after a stressful mission. Little do you know that you and your best friend have the same plans in an unexpected way. (Friends to Lovers, Fluff)

TW: slight mention of alcohol

The streets of Quantico buzzed with excitement as Halloween approached. Agent Spencer Reid couldn't help but feel the festive atmosphere of the crisp cold air and the smell of stale leaves. He normally found himself buried in case after case at this time of year, however, his good friend Garcia and Y/N had managed to convince him to attend a Halloween party at the office after a case. “And remember..” Garcia said, sternly, “…you HAVE to wear the costumes that will be provided by either myself or Morgan.” She gave a wink to the both of them, Their faces blush with anticipation as to what they might be.

As Halloween night arrived, Spencer found himself in front of BYU, nervously adjusting the costume that Morgan had him put on and making sure not to ruin any of the makeup Garcia did. Morgan chose Victor Van Dort, from Y/N’s favorite movie “The Corpse Bride”. They watched it together almost every Halloween, it was almost tradtion at this point. But surely a change might be good for both of them, especially after the case the crew just worked on. A typical serial killer basing her kills off of Michael Myers. Which took hours of work on all fronts in order to bring justice to the lives that were lost. As Spencer glides into the building he sees the big gathering in the office and stops. Time seems to slow down at the sight of Y/N, Her makeup done to resemble a blue corpse, with stunning Fx’s and a torn-up white bridal gown, dirtied with mud and coffee stains to make it seem older. She was Emily, his Emily. As the rest of the team look they are greeted with admiration and applause for their perfectly coordinated costume.

Y/N smiles, walks up to him, and holds out her hand. “Looks like we make a great pair, don't we?”

Spencer Chukled nervously, “I guess we do.”

The night was filled with laughter and joy. They danced, played games, and enjoyed each other's company like they always have done. They were, as always, in perfect sync, easily understanding each other in games and humor.

At one point, Y/N excused herself to get some drinks for the two of them, leaving Spence to talk to their other colleagues. As she walked to the bar she overheard two other people dressed as Barbie and Ken.

“My money’s on them becoming a real couple by the end of the night.”

Y/N blushed. There’s no way Spence would reciprocate her feelings right? What they had was something special, sure, but there was no way that she would want to ruin their relationship.

When she returned to Spencer’s side, she noticed he was engrossed in a conversation with another agent and dear friend, Derek Morgan. Spencer appeared somewhat distracted, but as soon as he saw Y/N, his eyes lit up.

‘Hey, you,” he said, smiling.

“Hey,” She replied, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach caused by his smile.

Eventually, the party’s host announced a couple's costume contest. Spencer and Y/N exchanged amused glances. They hadn’t really planned for this, but now they were unexpectedly part of the contest.

Y/N started to fidget a little, and with Spence noticing he leaned and whispered. “We don't have to do this if you don't want too, sugar.” Y/N looked up and blushed, noticing how close they were to each other faces, She smiled softly. “Why not? Could be fun.” He nodded, both their hearts fluttering with anticipation.

They stepped onto the makeshift stage, and the crowd cheered for them, standing together, shoulder to shoulder, hand grazing each other until Spencer held Y/N’s hand gently. When it was their turn to present themselves, Spencer couldn't help but get caught up in the moment.

“Hello, everyone. Sorry about this but I would like to make a small speech.” he paused, looking at Y/N before looking back out to the crowd. “Tonight, we honor the spirits of the past and I could of think of a better partner to do that than with Y/N,” he said, his voice sincere and filled with kindness.

Y/N eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. She kept our composure and added, “We may not have planned this, but sometimes life surprises you with the best of partnerships.”

The crowd erupted into applause, and Spencer and Y/N won the contest hands down. They were awarded a cute trophy, which they shared as they posed for pictures together.

As the night wore on, everyone ended up sharing ghost stories and Spencer, in his natural enthusiasm, explained some historical context behind the tales, captivating everyone in the room. After the party ended and they all said their goodbyes, Spencer walked Y/N back home to her apartment. Hand in hand, still basking in the glory of the evening. Underneath the full moon, they shared a few lingering glances and smiles that spoke volumes. When they both arrived at the doorstep, Spencer hesitated for a moment before speaking. “You know Y/N…I didn't realize how much I truly enjoyed your company, and just how special you are to me,”, he admitted, cheeks flushing.

Y/N nodded, her heart now pounding. “Spence, you are so incredibly special to me too. More than you know-”

Before Y/N could finish her sentence Spencer leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. It was a sweet, tender moment. Y/N pulled back a bit, smiled, and asked “Do you want to come in? Watch some corpse bride with me?”

Spencer grinned, “of course, I would love that.”

All content © hufflepuffsandghosts 2023. Do not repost, modify, or claim my work as your own.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #x reader #fluff fic #SFW fic #ghost.fic #tw.alcohol

[tavyliasin]

Yurgir: Did you lick the dead spider next door or something?

Tav: No but I can lick you

Gale: Not to doubt your, ahem, abilities, but I think such an act might kill you

Tav: No it's fine, I know the enlarge spell. Besides, we've got resurrection scrolls, haven't we?

Yurgir: Will not say it but at this point he might just find Tav too endearing to kill

Meanwhile Raphael is screaming into a pillow. A real "you vs the guy they have a crush on" moment

I wanted to reply to this - and the alarmingly similar one also in my inbox - last night when it came in, but I wanted a little more energy to do it justice. Farbeit from me to let down a fan of the fiend and the orthon with half arsed words~ Act 3 House of Hope spoilers follow, along with...well I'm not sure where this is leading yet, I have an idea so I'm going to chase it and give you the incident report~ ---

Size Matters, Not?

"Size doesn't matter," Haarlep muttered, combing through their master's hair as he sat on the edge of the bed fuming, "but you did show the Little Mouse your full form, didn't you?" "Of course I didn't stay in the pitiful mortal shell, Harlot, I spread my wings upon our first meeting when I summoned them here - I had thought them to be properly dazzled by my horns, my wings, my tail. I showed them a taste of greatness, all that I could offer, the devil they could know-..." Raphael paused, finally understanding the incubus's words. He began to sit up a little straighter, his shoulders carrying more pride even in the human guise that made it easier for the ever-preening creature behind him to ensure he would look his best for every meeting. "Why don't you just portal yourself right back there, wait til they emerge from that rancid little prison you left the Orthon in, and show them what real power looks like?" Haarlep gave him a gentle shove, the not so subtle cue to get up and stop sulking. "Unless you'd rather stay here, and play with me~" Their lilting voice was more than enough to spur the fiend to action. He was well aware of what would happen if he stayed, and as satisfying as it would be to lay with his personal incubus, that would do nothing for the festering rage in the bottom of his gut. "Fine. But you had better be right. I will not suffer such impudence from the rodent again. They are mine." The growl betrayed a little of everything Raphael worked so hard to deny, but was not missed by the quietly smirking incubus behind him. --- Several hours later, the House of Hope was a flurry of activity. Debtors were running through the halls, each seeking somewhere, anywhere, to hide from the footsteps shaking the walls, and indeed the one who was making them. Fire flared out from his whole body, huge and terrifying frame storming through the corridors and clawing hot molten lines in the solid stone walls. The fury burned hot in his mind as well as his body, a hundred thoughts condensed to a searing rage. Is this still not enough for them? I am huge, made of pure power, I have the flame of a thousand infernal suns...and I find them curled up with that...that...THING while he calls them "Little Rabbit"?! I was the first to name them, I dubbed them my Little Mouse, they should be mine, MINE- --- A few rooms away, a certain incubus suddenly realised they had somewhere else to be. Anywhere else. For at least a decade until this tantrum cooled off. --- END --- I may get to the other ask in my inbox a few hours from now~ thanks for the ideas! They're rather fun, and the other one will be much more focused on Yurgir rather than Raphael's side of things. --- Bonus Meme Gif --- This one is for the lovers of size difference. You know exactly what I mean, don't pretend you're innocent now, far too late for that~

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 raphael #haarlep #bg3 tav #fanfic #short drabble #yurgir

[mariana-oconnor]

The Lion's Mane pt 2

Fair warning: I've had a fever for like half of the day, so this is liable to be more unhinged than usual. Everything feels sort of floaty and I'm pretty sure I had a dissociative episode this morning. Fun. Woooooo!

"That's The Haven, as Bellamy called it. The one with the corner tower and slate roof."

His house has a tower? No fair.

There was no mistaking that tall, angular, straggling figure. It was Ian Murdoch, the mathematician. A moment later we confronted him upon the road.

Is he hiding a jellyfish catapult up his jumper? That's the real question.

Is he three jellyfish in a trenchcoat?

"I am your subordinate, sir, under your roof. I am not aware that I owe you any account of my private actions." Stackhurst's nerves were near the surface after all he had endured. Otherwise, perhaps, he would have waited. Now he lost his temper completely. "In the circumstances your answer is pure impertinence, Mr Murdoch." "Your own question might perhaps come under the same heading."

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

"You will kindly make fresh arrangements for your future as speedily as you can." "I had intended to do so. I have lost to-day the only person who made The Gables habitable."

omg McPherson and Murdoch unrequited love enemies to lovers 100k angst hurt no comfort major character death

Murdoch needs to set out on a mission of revenge to murder all jellyfish. I still don't like him because throwing dogs through windows is an unforgivable offence, but VENGEANCE must be his new creed. He can turn the power of maths to his cause.

One man's quest to avenge his beloved. A tale for the ages. Revenge is best served wet.

I feel like there's a jelly and ice cream joke to be made there, but I don't think he should eat the jellyfish, even if that might be one of the only ways to kill them for good.

"My son here" -indicating a powerful young man, with a heavy, sullen face, in the corner of the sitting-room -- "is of one mind with me that Mr McPherson's attentions to Maud were insulting."

Maybe Mr Bellamy the younger is three jellyfish in a trenchcoat! Or maybe the whole family is jellyfish shapeshifters!

The possibilities are endless.

(the idea of jellyfish shapeshifters is going to give me the weirdest fever dreams tonight istg.)

Who could have imagined that so rare a flower would grow from such a root and in such an atmosphere? Women have seldom been an attraction to me, for my brain has always governed my heart, but I could not look upon her perfect clear-cut face, with all the soft freshness of the downlands in her delicate colouring, without realizing that no young man would cross her path unscathed.

Ugh, Holmes. Come on. I was counting on you! I'm going to lay the blame for this one on ACD and say that he suffered from the inability to describe a pretty woman without being horny about it, no matter who his narrator was supposed to be,

"There is no reason why my sister should be brought into the matter," growled the younger man.

Her boyfriend's dead, bitch. There's a lot of reasons. Stop being a dickhead and start being a comforting brother. Honestly. Stupid jellyfishifter.

She listened to a short account from my companion, with a composed concentration which showed me that she possessed strong character as well as great beauty. Maud Bellamy will always remain in my memory as a most complete and remarkable woman.

Well, at least she isn't getting brain fever. We are all grateful.

"Bring them to justice, Mr Holmes. You have my sympathy and my help, whoever they may be." It seemed to me that she glanced defiantly at her father and brother as she spoke.

OMG they are jellyfishifters! She knows! She knows!

"I see no reason for mystery," she answered. "We were engaged to be married, and we only kept it secret because Fitzroy's uncle, who is very old and said to be dying, might have disinherited him if he had married against his wish. There was no other reason."

The ancient enmity between the jellyfishifters and the sea turtle shifters! It's Romeo and Juliet meets Waterworld (I've never seen Waterworld, but I assume that it is a war epic about the ongoing conflicts between jellyfish and sea turtles. Or I do now, because it has occurred to me.)

"There was a time when I thought he was. But that was all changed when he understood the relations between Fitzroy and myself."

The tragedy. The homosexual pining.

"Sad story this, sir, about Mr McPherson's dog," said she one evening. I do not encourage such conversations, but the words arrested my attention. "What of Mr McPherson's dog?" "Dead, sir. Died of grief for its master."

Best. Boy. Survived being thrown through a plate glass window only to die of grief.

Also, what the fuck, Holmes? You 'don't encourage such conversations'? You're the only person she sees all day. TALK TO THE WOMAN.

So the dog was also attacked by the jellyfish. Someone really needs to mark that beach off limits.

You will know, or Watson has written in vain, that I hold a vast store of out-of-the-way knowledge without scientific system, but very available for the needs of my work. My mind is like a crowded box-room with packets of all sorts stowed away therein—so many that I may well have but a vague perception of what was there.

Have you finally remembered that lions man jellyfish exist?

...Inspector Bardle of the Sussex Constabulary—a steady, solid, bovine man with thoughtful eyes...

Animal comparisons as well. It's like we have Watson back.

"What would my position be if I let him slip away with all this evidence against him?"

You have literally 0 evidence.

"But I have examined them very carefully with a lens. They have peculiarities." "What are they, Mr Holmes?"

Well, one peculiarity is that they're jellyfish stings. So write that down.

"A most ingenious comparison. Or shall we say a very stiff cat-o'-nine-tails with small hard knots upon it?"

bdsm play gone very wrong... or jellyfish?

It's a difficult one.

Ian Murdoch staggered into the room, pallid, dishevelled, his clothes in wild disorder, clawing with his bony hands at the furniture to hold himself erect. “Brandy! Brandy!” he gasped, and fell groaning upon the sofa.

BRANDY! The triumphant return! And Watson isn't even here to administer it.

Get that man some brandy and cure him of... what's probably jellyfish stings, I guess. Does the brandy go in his mouth or does he bathe in it?

Half a tumbler of the raw spirit brought about a wondrous change.

If there is anything this year of Sherlock Holmes stories has taught me, it's that there is a panacea, it is brandy and we should all worship it. I need some brandy, clearly. Why am I taking paracetamol when I should be downing brandy?

At any moment he might die. More and more brandy was poured down his throat, each fresh dose bringing him back to life.

Best. Story. Ever.

I love this. It's perfect. No notes. Save that man's life with brandy, Holmes. If only you'd had a hip flask on you before. Can dogs drink brandy? I mean, there's that legend about St Bernards carrying brandy with them. Clearly dogs and brandy go together.

I can't believe brandy is saving the day. This is excellent.

Pads of cotton-wool soaked in salad-oil seemed to take the agony from the strange wounds.

OK, brandy and salad oil. Sure, why not.

I feel like he might be about to die of alcohol poisoning instead. But sure.

“I think I can, Stackhurst. Come with me now! And you, Inspector, come along! We will see if we cannot deliver this murderer into your hands.”

No, do not pick up the jellyfish with your hands.

“Cyanea!” I cried. “Cyanea! Behold the Lion's Mane!” The strange object at which I pointed did indeed look like a tangled mass torn from the mane of a lion. It lay upon a rocky shelf some three feet under the water, a curious waving, vibrating, hairy creature with streaks of silver among its yellow tresses. It pulsated with a slow, heavy dilation and contraction.

I'm really glad everyone is now on the same page, but I do have to say, Holmes, that clearly you had suspicions and you still allowed people to swim in that pool. That's reckless endangerment of lives, if ever I saw it. I am even more disappoint.

Even if you were wrong about it, you still shouldn't have let people swim there until you were sure you were wrong. Poor show.

There was a big boulder just above the ledge, and we pushed it until it fell with a tremendous splash into the water. When the ripples had cleared we saw that it had settled upon the ledge below. One flapping edge of yellow membrane showed that our victim was beneath it. A thick oily scum oozed out from below the stone and stained the water round, rising slowly to the surface.

A yuck and B, now the jellyfishifters are going to come after you.

Could have just put up signs telling people not to swim there rather than crushing the poor thing. It didn't mean to kill anyone.

"He gulped down brandy, a whole bottleful, and it seems to have saved his life."

✨Brandy!✨

“No, Mr. Murdoch. I was already upon the track, and had I been out as early as I intended I might well have saved you from this terrific experience.”

Yeah, feel bad, Holmes. Feel bad!

"The poor fellow had never thought to dry himself, and so I in turn was led to believe that he had never been in the water."

This I don't get. Was he not wet when they found him? Whatever. Doesn't matter. It was the jellyfish all along. There were no jellyfish catapults alas, and perhaps no jellyfishifters, but we aren't told whether the younger Mr Bellamy had gone suspiciously missing following the crushing of the jellyfish, are we?

But one thing we can all rest assured knowing: Brandy is the true hero. Three cheers for brandy!

#Letters from Watson #The Lion's Mane #Sherlock Holmes #long post

[flwersgarden]

talk like an angel. × ִ ໋ . 𖠗 ࣪

pairings : yandere!vince everett x female reader.

summary : vince gets lovesick syndrome.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, use of money as a manipulation tactic, slight harassment, stalking).

author's note : y'all know i had to do it. i love to babygirlfy elvis bad boy characters 🥰

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

vince knows that he is a bad man. he has no self control and he is selfish in order to get what he wants, even if that hurts someone else.

but with you, he is a different person.

he first met you in one of those bars he used to frequent whenever he gets paid, his dollars serving him to stand out for a few minutes, at least. you were having a 'date' there, your face showing how bored you were from whatever savior story the boy was trying to sell you made him smile your way.

“ now what mischief are you planning? ”

he looked at the bartender he grew to know, his smile growing.

“ now, who said i'm doing that? ”

“ everytime you smile is a warning to someone. ” vince laughed, finding the thing ridiculous. “ spill it. ”

he rolled his eyes. “ the girl. ” he pointed with his head where he you sat. “ who is she? ”

the bartender raised his eyebrows, understanding vince's attention. “ i don't know, first time i see her. not that boy though, he is a customer. ”

vince nodded, looking at the both of you again; your face upgrading from boring to disgusted, the boy has to be stupid not to notice your clearly uninterested face.

“ really? would you mind if i interrupt? ” he asked with his eyes still focused in your figure, traveling from your face to your body. damn, were you a candy.

“ nah, the girl is probably planning her death by now. ”

vince nodded while chuckling, standing up and now walking to you.

“ hello. ”

your date stopped talking, looking at vince with a furrowed brow. you, on the other hand, sighed in relief.

“ who are you? ”

“ hey. ” vince ignored your partner's question, his hand on the table as he got closer to you. “ what's your name? ”

“ sweden. ” you responded in an uninterested manner, first the dude your friend recommended for a date draining your patience and now this clown?

vince laughed, holding the weight of his body on the hand that was on the table. “ can i call you sweedy? ”

you scoffed, about to talk back, but your date talked.

“ hey man, do you mind? find someone that is not busy. ” he said, trying to capture vince's attention.

“ nah, it's okay, i need to go. ” you quickly answered, standing up, taking your purse.

“ why? ” both male voices asked, your date clearly sad.

“ i have work. ” you passed through the body of vince, leaving him with the sweet smell of your perfume and the electrifying touch of your hand as you pushed him away.

vince and your date watched you walk away, a few other men watching you go too.

vince needed to see you again.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

but life is shit.

he was now in jail because he defended a woman in a bar. where is the justice in that?!

he almost threw a tantrum to the judge, telling her how he didn't have time to waste because:

“ there is this girl, right? and i- i need to see her. ”

“ yeah, son, at least five thousand different men have told me that. ”

vince just scoffed, well sure other men had a woman but what he had was more important than theirs!

his stay wasn't that bad, he got a kind of friend in his cell but he didn't bump fists with him as vince noticed him to be more self absorbed than anyone he ever met. including himself.

“ man, don't you ever stop talking? ” vince said in his bed, turning to look at his cellmate who was making fun of vince when he talked about you.

“ yeah but it's more fun to get under your skin. ”

vince threw him a pack of cigarettes.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

but life was good.

when he got released, hank was nice enough to recommend a place for vince to start singing so in the moment hank got freedom, they both could be famous.

vince smiled while listening but inside he was laughing. yeahhh, sureee.

he sat on some stool, looking at the girls dancing some number when he saw the figure of a woman sitting next to him.

he engaged a kind of bitter conversation with her for a moment but he suddenly grew quiet.

“ what, no more to say? ” the girl, peggy, mockingly said.

“ oh hell yes. ” he stood up, taking the guitar as an instinct as he walked up to the table that caught his attention.

“ sweden! ” he excitedly said, your head snapping to meet his eyes.

“ ugh. ” you answered.

vince smiled, such a warm welcome of yours.

“ y/n? who is this? ” a man that was sitting next to you asked making vince smile wide.

“ y/n? you lied to me, sweden? ”

you stood up, it was an advantage you were at the end of the table so you could take his hand and drag him a bit far away where your table was.

“ who are you and what do you want? ”

“ vince everett, m'lady, all i want is one of your extravagant kisses. ”

shocked at his bluntness you took a step back, your shiny dress making his eyes shine as well.

“ you are-. ” a voice cut you off.

“ y/n! ” your boyfriend screamed, you smiled as an answer making vince almost drool at the sight although your smile dissappeared the moment you saw him.

“ look, i don't know what kind of woman you think i am but clearly i am not that kind, understood? ”

vince just kept quiet, for the first time in his life. oh, he could hear your voice forever.

you just groaned, walking to your table again.

you were dumb if you think he would leave easy like that.

he walked to the owner, asking him to sing which petition he refused.

“ we already have a band! ” the owner exclaimed with his hands in the air at vince tough figure before walking out.

but you know vince, he doesn't take no for an answer.

“ ladies and gentleman, i want to sing for you but this man doesn't let me so this is also to prove him what he is missing. ”

your attention shifting to him, quite surprised at what he was doing.

vince started singing, you slightly raised your eyebrows clearly surprised at how beautiful his voice sounded. but some other people weren't paying attention which lead vince to hit the guitar against the table of some old man that mocked him, walking out with embarrassment of doing that in front of you.

your family and date were murmuring between them while you smiled. well, he sure knew how to give a spectacle.

you noticed how a girl ran after him making you shrug. good luck to her, you thought for some reason.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

the third time vince saw you, you didn't notice.

he just found out some man stole his record so he was angry, even after showing the same man a piece of his mind, passing through the street with his hands on his pocket.

man, life is shit.

he kicked a small rock out of his way, his mind filled with comforting thoughts that were just you and that smile you showed to that prick. he groaned. now he is more pissed.

as he passed a small street he heard some voices arguing which, as the gossip part of him took hold of, made him stop.

“ you are a fucking-. ”

“ i want you to finish that. ”

vince eyes widened as your melodious voice took a line in the conversation.

“ i won't. because i am a gentleman. ”

“ ha! sure, you are. pay my respect to your folks by telling them that our marriage will never be because their gentleman cheated on me! ”

vince's hand flew to his mouth, hiding his gasp and smile.

a clink! was heard and a few steps approached the end of the street, vince turning to the opposite side and showing his back to you as you got out of the discussion, a few tears in your eyes as you walked in shame to your home.

vince smiled as he saw you leave, turning just in time to find that dumbass. a hand in his chest to stop him from walking away.

“ what-. ”

a punch cut him off, vince sighing as the man stumbled back into the small street before looking around to see if anyone saw them and entering the small street to show that man a piece of his mind when he noticed everyone was mounding their business.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

vince's life went great after that!

peggy helped him to get a solid career, his songs being a hit and his face being in posters around the country.

but the only thing he needed was you.

he worked hard for you.

so why don't you show him some gratitude?

he has been seeing you after your break-up with that prick, you being totally oblivious to the preying eyes behind you, his obsession growing with every day he saw you. he was waiting for the perfect moment, he was sure the moment was going to be granted.

and granted it was.

he threw a party in his house, forgetting all about his fling with peggy, smiling to all the models he found alone.

but at the 5th boring model he was hearing, he saw you.

with a dress that covered your feet, flowing through the crowd, your parents behind you admiring the rich decoration.

“ excuse me. ” he interrupted the girl without even looking at her, walking to you.

a small smile was in your face as your parents greeted him.

what a turn of events.

“ y/n, right? ” vince asked as if he hadn't been stalking- protecting you for the last months.

“ yes. ” you gave him your hand which he kissed with a smile.

“ not that i'm disgusted by this or anything but, how did you knew about this? ”

your mother spoke up. “ oh! our employees are the ones that manage your record label! ” she gladly said, not seeming proud of it, just stating the truth.

“ ohhh, you are the ones that want to but my contract. ” vince laughed, glancing at you which at that you frowned. did you have something in your face?

“ yes! but no pressure, my darling, we are just very interested in your talent. ” your mother said.

vince thought about it. this was the moment.

peggy was the problem though, he founded it with her so she had to agree to it.

“ w-well, i'll think about it. ” your parents nodded their head, saying their goodbyes before walking to the inside of the house. you were about to follow them when vince's hand in your arm stopped you.

“ mr. everett? ”

he raised his eyebrows. “ damn, where is this formality coming of? ”

you shook your head. “ i feel.. ashamed. ”

“ huh? ” he smiled a bit, this situation quite funny for him.

“ i met your girlfriend, peggy. ”

now, he was mad.

“ my what?! ”

you nodded, clearly not noticing the smoke that went out his ears.

“ yes... she told me it was a misunderstanding and i just treated you horribly, forgive me. ”

“ misunderstanding? ” he asked again. what the fuck was going on?

“ i thought you were one of those men that tries to ruin a lady's reputation but, she said you weren't any of the sorts! forgive me, i was focused on the stereotypes and such. god, i feel so embarrassed. ”

vince just closed his eyes, feeling the frustration in his head. life is shit.

“ i hope we can meet each other and find ourselves to be good friends. even business partners if you accept my parents offer. ” you smiled as you were looking at your parents talking to someone, oblivious to vince murderous stance at the moment.

“ yeah. ” he sighed, opening his eyes to smile just like in time as you looked at him. “ we'll see. ”

your smile grew wider. “ thank you, mr. everett. ” you kissed his cheek before leaving to where your parents were. vince touched his cheek.

he needed to talk with peggy.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

“ i'm gonna sell it. ”

peggy just kept quiet, astonished at how cruel vince's voice sounded.

“ okay? ”

she scoffed. “ well, what do you want me to say?! ”

“ that you're okay with it! ”

she stood up, laughing with no humor in it. “ you care what i think about it? ”

he chuckled, getting closer to her. “ no, i just don't want a lawsuit that waste my time. ”

peggy's eyes burned with tears.

“ after what i did-. ”

“ oh yeah! who told you you could talk to her?! ” he pointed at some random part of the house, you were clearly not there but in his mind you were.

“ who? ”

“ y'know who. ” his gaze made peggy tremble, his hands shaking. “ the girl you told to you were my girlfriend. ”

she sighed. “ it was so you didn't had a bad reputation, don't you see?! she is the daughter of important people and you just stalk her?! ”

“ I PROTECT HER! ” he slammed his hand on the bar table beside them. peggy kept quiet, afraid at how the anger of vince was now directed at her. “ and you ruined that. i was waiting for the perfect moment to tell her how i've felt for months now and you ruined it. ”

peggy closed her eyes, tears falling to her cheek. “ i'm sorry. ”

“ you will be. ” his stern voice cracked her heart. “ and i will sell it. i don't want you to be a pain in my ass later. ” he turned around in a way to show her this didn't affect him.

why would it?

he was winning.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

“ we welcome vince everett to our label! ” your father screamed at the camera, cheers heard from various employees and your mother behind you while you clapped, vince hugging your father while he smiled. he then hugged you and your mother.

vince smiled as he caught the same sweet smell of perfume you used whenever you felt the event to be important. were you that happy? oh, don't worry, he was going to take all the time you both wasted back.

“ very happy you decided this, mr. everett. ” you said to him as your parents chatted with some other people in the business.

“ come on, call me vince, that makes me feel old. ”

you chuckled. “ okay, vince. ”

he is about to pass out.

“ ah, boy! ” your father walked to him, engulfing him in another hug. “ you don't know how happy you made this old man. ” your father and vince chuckled. “ remember we are here for you, any music you like to do, we'll help. ”

“ i appreciate it, sir. ” your father nodded, taking vince to meet the staff.

vince turned around in a way of asking you for help, you winking at him before walking out.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

after a few weeks of vince working in your parents label, you two hit it right!

vince was funny, making you and your parents laugh in business meetings at some expensive restaurant.

vince was kind, buying you stuff while you two walked behind your parents.

vince was adorable, hiding his blush whenever you complimented his work and singing.

it was impossible to not fall for him. so after a month of knowing him well, you accepted his offer to a date.

and it was one of your most happy memories with him.

vince knew how to impress you. those months of protection really had its advantages.

“ i still feel terrible remembering how i treated you before. ” you said while cuddling to him in your parents house couch, the chimney brightening the room, after returning from an event. your heels in the floor and his jacket covering the both of you.

vince laughed, shaking his head. “ you could've shot me. ” you punched his chest, pretending to be offended.

“ we should lie about how we met. ”

vince hummed, caressing your hair while his cheek pressed against your head. “ let's say it was love at first sight. ”

“ oh yes! ” you excitedly said.

after a few minutes, you started closing your eyes as the dream invaded your eyelids. “ we should say that to our children. ” you whispered.

you didn't see it but vince's eyes shined at the mention of a family of your own. children running through the garden of your house vince bought.

life is good.

#yandere vince everett x reader #yandere!vince everett #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #vince everett fic #vince everett x reader

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Hello!!

I just read → this ← fic of yours and I'd really love a second part or continuation of the story, where the little!reader spends a day with peter as their babysitter. 💖

They play games, craft and draw together. Maybe you could include the theme of sensory issues?

╰→ Example: They try out finger painting, but the bad textureᵀᴹ makes either the little!reader or Peter (or both?) feel icky, so they do something else instead.

Maybe they go outside when it's raining, the end result of that being, both of them end up completely covered in mud. And maybe Peter is a little annoyed at first, because everything is wet and gross, but little!reader and him still end up either having a mud-battle (like a snowball fight, but with mud) or jump around in puddles or whatever...

I don't know, just some cute ideas I thought of..

Either way, I would absolutely adore a babysitter!Peter × little!reader story.

P.s. I absolutely adore the autistic Peter head canon!

enjoy this cute gif of Tom Peter with a doggo

Hiiii!!! I am so sorry this took so long Darling. I do appreciate that you've waited so patiently!! It means a lot to me <3 I really loved your idea and I hope I've done it justice!

"Babysitter"

Pairing: Platonic!Caregiver!Peter Parker x Little!Reader

Summary: Your caregivers have a mission so your new friend babysits you, things go mostly well.

Warnings: Meltdown? Nicknames (Lovie)

(Gender neutral reader)

(I'm writing autism from my personal experiences.)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

.

.

.

NOT Proofread

.

.

.

You and Peter had gotten closer since the party. You understood each other and had slowly started hanging out nearly everyday. Tony was happy that Peter was having regular social interactions and Steve and Bucky were incredibly proud that you were doing the same.

Peter and you had planned a day of hanging out for today. Normally the others would be on the other room however there was a mission that everyone was needed for. Peter offered to babysit you for the day and everyone was happy to let that happen.

Everyone left and you quickly decided that the day was going to be spent doing arts and crafts.

You had done colouring, you had done drawing. Peter then got an idea.

"Hey Lovie, how do feel about doing some painting?" He asked gently.

You paused and thought for a moment before responding. "We don't have any paint brushes though"

"What if we don't use brushes? What I'd we do some finger painting?"

"Really?!" You asked excitedly, you had never done finger painting before.

"Yep" he said chuckling.

Peter quickly got some more paper and some bright paints.

"How do I do it?" You asked curiously.

Peter came up behind you and took your hand in his, guiding you to the paint to dip your hand in before moving your hand to the paper. Making a colourful print.

You were practically bouncing in your seat you were so happy.

However as the left over paint began to dry on your hand you were quickly made unhappy.

"What's wrong Lovie?" Peter asked approaching you.

"It's icky!" You said loudly.

"Oh.. it's okay. Take a deep breathe okay? I'm gonna pick you up so we can go wash your hands, is that okay?"

You nodded moving your hands to your mouth.

"No, Love you can't do that they're covered in paint."

He moved your hands away from your mouth, picking you up and taking you to the kitchen to wash your hands.

Peter made quick work of getting the dried paint off your hands and drying them.

"Are you okay now?"

"Mhm.. that was fun but then it was icky"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Lovie I didn't think about that.. that's why I wasn't doing it.."

He pressed a light kiss to your forehead before deciding it was tike for a movie.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Mhm!"

"Okay let's go then."

He carried you to the sofa and sat down, you cuddled in his arms. He decided to put on a your favourite Disney movie and withing minutes you had fallen asleep, grasping Peters shirt for security.

Sighing gently Peter closed his eyes and followed you into a peaceful sleep.

#sfw agere #agere blog #sfw little post #sfw littlespace #little space #agere little #aewlittlerambles #fanfics #fanfiction #aewlittlestories #caregiver!peter parker #peter #peter parker #caregiver peter parker #platonic peter parker #little reader #sfw little community #little!reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel agere

[south-of-heaven]

Damage Ctrl x reader

Damage Ctrl getting protective over reader

Thanks to you || Damage CTRL x Reader

Summary: Your girlfriends do not like the way Trish and Zoey have cornered you backstage.

The backstage area was usually bustling with activity, but today it felt even more chaotic. You were making your way down the hallway when you suddenly found yourself cornered by none other than Trish Stratus and her associate, Zoey Stark. Trish had a smug grin on her face, clearly relishing the opportunity to assert her dominance.

"Look who we have here," Trish purred, her tone dripping with condescension. "Isn't it Damage Ctrl's little pet? How quaint."

Your heart raced, a mix of nerves and anger coursing through you. You knew you had your girlfriends, Bayley, Iyo, and Dakota, watching your back, but the situation was still tense.

Trish's lackey, Zoey, chimed in with a mocking laugh. "Yeah, what's it like being surrounded by actual talent? Must be scary knowing we could take you down at any given moment."

Before you could even respond, a fierce voice cut through the air like a storm. "Get away from them!"

The weight of the words had barely settled when the protective force that was Bayley, Iyo, and Dakota came into view. Bayley's eyes were blazing with a fiery determination, Iyo's stance exuded unwavering strength, and Dakota's expression held a promise of swift justice.

Trish's confident demeanor faltered as she faced the united front of your girlfriends. Zoey, too, seemed to shrink under the intense gazes.

"What's the matter, Trish? Picking on someone actually talented getting to you?" Bayley's voice was laced with a challenging edge.

Iyo stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "You know, for someone who claims to have built the foundation of women's wrestling, you sure are intimidated by new talent."

Dakota's arms were crossed, her aura radiating a fierce protectiveness. "So, why don't you take your attitude and find someone else to bother?"

Trish and Zoey exchanged uneasy glances, clearly taken aback by the strong front your girlfriends were putting up. In the face of their collective strength, Trish's smugness crumbled.

"We were just having a little fun," Trish said cockily, attempting to salvage her pride.

Bayley's eyes narrowed, her expression unyielding. "Well, unless you want to try another type of fun I say you two find something better to do?"

With a final, disdainful look, Trish and Zoey retreated, leaving you standing there with your girlfriends. The tense air gradually eased, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and safety.

Iyo turned to you, a reassuring smile on her lips. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, your heart still racing but comforted by their presence. "Yeah, thanks to you three."

Bayley stepped forward, her arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "We've got your back, always."

Dakota added with a grin, "Nobody messes with our partner and gets away with it."

As you were surrounded by their unwavering support, you felt a rush of gratitude. It was in moments like these that you realized how lucky you were to have Bayley, Iyo, and Dakota by your side. Their fierce protectiveness was a testament to their love for you, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling stronger and more loved than ever before.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #bayley #dakota kai #iyo sky #bayley x reader #bayley wwe #dakota kai x reader #iyo sky x reader #io shirai #iyo sky x dakota kai x bayley #damage ctrl #damage ctrl x reader

[pebblestar]

Mikey x reader

【 It'll be fine 】

(( kinda alludes to past abuse? But other then that it's completely fluffy. ))

"Brown sugar!"

For the past five minutes, Mikey had been giving you orders.

Mostly of what ingredients you needed to grab while he mixed them together in a large bowl. This sort of thing was nothing new.

You both had very shit sleeping schedules and one night you two decided to try out baking for fun.

From then on (Despite the first baking attempt you two did being a absolute disaster) These late night baking sessions had become a weekly or sometimes every night occurrence.

After fumbling around in the drawer and finding the measuring cup, you finally scoop the measuring cup into the bag of brown sugar before passing it over to Mikey who dumps the sugar inside the large bowl.

"Now we melt the butter- Can ye handle that matey?"

You roll your eyes at Mikey's very terrible pirate accent. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't of really got most of Mikey's silly little humor but luckily for you, You'd been his best friend for nearly a year now and understood a good chunk of his little references.

"Aye Aye Cap'n!"

You give Mikey a quick salute before making your way over to the cabinets to find a smaller bowl in order to melt the butter.

"Oh c'mon where's the damn thing..."

You grumble out.

It takes a few for moments of struggling due to your height but eventually your fingers finally grasp the edge of the small bowl you'd been looking for.

Just as you start to slide the bowl out from it's self, You find yourself nearly tripping over your own two feet when you attempt to step backwards.

Unexpectedly the bowl slips from your grasp and comes flying down from the shelf, Nearly hitting but you by some miracle missing your own face.

The sound of shattering glass now echoes around the once quiet kitchen.

Something like this shouldn't of been that big a deal but you stand there almost petrified at the scene before you.

"Y/n?!? Are you okay?"

A nagging thought is what sends you spiraling into a state of panic;

'Mikey is going to be so mad at me.'

Without another moment to think of all the possible outcomes and how Mikey may or may not scream at you, Your knealing down to collect the shards in your hands somehow hoping- praying that Mikey somehow wouldn't see them and become incredibly upset with you.

However your lack of response doesn't go unnoticed by Mikey. There's the sound of something clattering ontop the counter then he's turning himself around in time to find you picking up the shards of glass, closing your fists around the sharp objects with a expression on your face that Mikey can only describe as full blown panic.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please I really didn't mean to-"

Mikey almost isn't sure what to do.

Never had he seen you act like some sort of cornered animal before and over a broken bowl nonetheless. To him, You'd always been the definition of strong and a lot of the time you acted like certain things didn't bother you. But this entire situation was completely different.

The blood dripping from your hands and onto the kitchens floor is what finally snaps him out of his own state of shock and he's Immediately grabbing the nearest dish cloth, knealing down next to you.

"Whoa hey hey... It's fine dude,"

Mikey's voice softens but doesn't make a move to try reaching out to you just yet.

"But I broke it. I'm so fucking stupid-"

"Hey now. Don't say that. It's only a accident. I've been reallyy wanting that new justice force one anyway."

When you don't laugh, Only sniffling in response It only makes Mikey's worry for you increase.

A part of him desperately wanted to wrap you up into his arms and never let you go, But he forced himself to be patient.

Your injuries were what needed to be tended to first and foremost.

"Let me see."

Slowly he reaches out for your hand and when you don't flinch away from his touch, he carefully opens up your fist. There in the palm of your hand were a few large shards sticking out of the skin and causing quite the bloodied mess.

Of course, being Mikey he just had to try cheering you back up while he made careful work of removing the shards from the palm of your hand.

"Dude. I can't believe the bowl attacked you like that. So rude. If you ask me that thing deserves to stay broken."

Mikey catches your laugh through your tears and he can't help the smile that finds it's way onto his face.

"Did I ever tell you about that one mission? The one where I was chased by giant pizzas from..."

The turtle allows himself to ramble on until finally the shards are fully removed from your hand.

Thankfully enough there weren't any smaller pieces and Mikey is able to gently press the dish rag onto the injury and flashes you that smile that you love so much.

A silence soon settles itself over the kitchen aside from the occasional sniffling coming from you.

It takes maybe three more minutes for your heart to stop racing and for the panic to slowly subside but once it does, your needily reaching out for Mikey for comfort as you tug on his arm in hopes of bringing him closer to you.

Wordlessly, His arm moves to wrap around your waist immediately bringing you closer to him.

With his chin now resting ontop your head he asks you gently.

"Wanna talk about it...?"

You don't answer right away. If anything you don't really know what to say. Your a bit embarrassed at your own self for breaking down in front of him, but then there's also the other part of you that feels incredibly warmed by how much effort Mikey put in to care for you like this.

"...No. But... I do at some point. Is that okay?"

"Of course dude. Whenever your ready, I'll be right here waiting for you. Unless I have to fight the foot. Or unless aillens invade earth again. Or unless the triceratons-"

You laugh now smacking at Mikey's chest to put a end to his insane ramblings.

"Okay okay. But Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"...Thank you. Sorry about-"

"Nuh-Uh. Nope. No more saying sorry."

At that you go silent. A warm smile finding it's way onto your face and you find yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"...C'mon. I'll finish the rest of the cookies and you can find a movie for us both to watch, 'kay?"

"Mmkay."

"What's that movie that's coming out this year you wanted to see again?"

At the question, your eyes light up and you began to ramble on excitedly about the movie you were interested in.

Mikey gives you his full attention the whole way to the living room before setting you down on the couch.

The conversation eventually ceases and Mikey promises to be back as quickly as possible.

You watch him go, Almost inching to call him back so the two of you could cuddle but instead you turn your attention toward the TV in order to find a movie.

As you scroll through the options for movies, You can't help the feeling of warmth that blooms inside of your chest.

Mikey wasn't just your best friend. He was the definition of sunshine on a frigid day. He was what home had always meant to feel like.

【 Bonus 】

The sound of Mikey's snores echo throughout the living room and somehow your laying ontop the turtle and sleeping through the noise like it's nothing.

Leonardo finds it oddly amusing as he steps over to the front of couch and quietly grabs the blanket from off the side of the couch.

The turtle in blue drapes the blanket over the two of you before approaching footsteps soon join Leo.

"There ain't no way those two aren't a couple."

"Raph! Shhh! You'll wake them up."

Though by now, the three brothers knew you two would sleep well into the afternoon. And of course contuine to destroy both of your sleep schedule unbeknownst to Leonardo.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2003 x reader #bayverse x reader #michelangelo x reader