#and 2) I don't think it's the most comfortable for things like a cozy evening on the couch or stuff like that - so yeah🤷‍♀️

[pushing500]

The Château de Amitié Grand Tour!

Welcome to Château de Amitié! It's a lovely colony situated in the boreal forest of the Nudondebium Mountains towards the North Pole of R-2 Quadrus. The castle itself is built against a cliff—a natural perimeter wall—with a manmade perimeter wall to protect the rest of the colony.

Luxurious and sprawling, our castle is equipped with everything a pair of Praetors and their loved ones would ever need to be comfortable, safe, and happy.

The main courtyard of the castle is home to a flower garden, a manicured lawn, and a stunning fountain. Help yourself to some coffee and nutrient paste—even hemogen, if you're so inclined!

To the left is the men's bathroom, and opposite, on the right, is the women's bathroom. Gendered bathrooms are solely there because it was a feature I noticed and wanted to try out.

To the bottom left, you will find a high-tech hospital stuffed with more glitterworld medicine and fancy hospital beds than we know what to do with. It's right beside our prison, so you can laugh at the idiocy of anybody stupid enough to try and attack us. Laughter is the best medicine, they say.

On the bottom right is our workshop and kitchen/freezer. Alistair spends most of his time in here, fabricating components and generally being amazing. There are plenty of shelves for storage, and it's somehow still never enough.

Finally, the android's shared room is to the left with the star-shaped rug and the workbench where they periodically make new reactors for themselves, and on the right is Dani's bedroom with the blue puzzle-shaped table. She is very comfortable here, as she should be because she's just the cutest lil' thing!!!

Moving further inside the castle we find the throne room where Mechi and Kwahu do their royal meditating. We have lots of instruments to play with, a dining table for royal feasts, and a reading/television corner for the rare times that people don't feel like raiding Ivy's smut collection for entertainment. I'm considering deconstructing the thrones so we can take the gold with us to our next colony, and also swiping the harp for the next throne room we build. We'll see.

At the very back of the building is Jut and Beau's bedroom/Jut's deathrest chamber. It is very cool and a little bit scary, but there's a cozy blood torch and hemogen on-tap, so the two of them are always happy. The blood on the ground by the table is there on purpose, just to remind people that these two are capable creepjoiners who shouldn't be underestimated and also one could explode you with his mind then lick your blood off the ground so yeah.

The temple on the right is a little underwhelming really, as most of our resources went towards other things. Still, it's an important room and the colonists spend plenty of time here getting neural supercharges.

On the other side of the throne room is a hallway that leads to the Jones triplets' bedrooms. Tokori sleeps and meditates in the long one at the bottom, Mechi is on the right, and Kwahu is on the left. Our praetors do complain a bit that their bedrooms are too small, but we will try to remedy that in our next colony.

We also have our smelting/smithing workshop and brewery where we make armbrandy from the ambrosia that Tupelo's dryads produce, with the devilstrand farm and mechanoid gestating room up above.

Jut has to get hemogen from somewhere, and that somewhere is a creepy little dark hallway with a prisoner trapped forever in a machine that drains her blood into vats. I think she pissed me off somehow, but I don't actually remember what she did exactly, and she's been here so long we kind of forget she's a person. She's fine, she's fine. There's nutrient paste piped directly to her, so nobody really goes in there. She just gets to lie there, alone, in the dark, being drained of blood forever and ever and ever and ever...

We also have a room of hydroponics basins where Cora and the agrihand mechanoids like to hang out, and the first of four geothermal generators! Yay!

We have comfortable bedrooms with private ensuites for some of our newer colony members, chipped directly into the mountainside.

Flapjack's bedroom is at the bottom, in the orangey-red colour (the eyedropper tool calls it "pastel tangerine"). He has everything he needs to be comfortable and keep his beard looking fabulous!

The grey-blue room ("ice-blue", according to the eydropper tool) is Lapu's bedroom. He's a night owl, so he often spends the daytime hours here. I hope he's comfortable and warm, and never leaves those candles unattended.

The green room ("subtle veridian" and "sage") is Melissa's bedroom. She's lucky she gets one after only showing up right at the end, but we've got a bunch of rooms mined out ready, so we just popped the furniture and carpet in, and she was good to go. I don't know why we bothered making it her favourite colour since she can't see, but I'm sure she appreciates the gesture nonetheless.

There are plenty of dining tables around, and more neural superchargers for people who want them.

Moving around further, we come to the other mechanoid production room (the "mean" one where we could ripscan prisoners' brains out if we felt like it), and our void ritual room. Ivy spent a long time making void sculptures for this room, and it's a shame we didn't use it more.

Moving all the way around to the other side of the castle, we find our store room/water treatment room, our nutrient paste and nutroamine storage tanks, and our delightful fishing pier. Hopefully I can get update 1.6 working for the next coony and we can do fishing that way for the next season. That would be awesome!!

Outside the front door we have a little veggie garden and the barn, which also has Tupelo's bedroom out the back. There's another geothermal generator, and the trading spot right out the front.

Our colony animals aren't actually restricted to this white fenced area, they can wander anywhere within the perimeter walls, but it's cute, so I never deconstructed it.

To the right, we have our caravan packing shed and our transport pod setup, right beside our harbinger tree grove and yet another generator. We've got plenty of good and better quality bedrolls ready for the five members of our Away Team to grab before they leave, some even made out of devilstrand! What luxury!

Following the path to the left brings you to the void research part of the colony, where we keep Nexorust the revenant and the Noctol that I don't think we ever named. The monolith is out back for all our dark study purposes, and we chuck the toxic wastepacks nearby for Tupelo to munch on whenever she feels a craving for battery acid and environmentally hazardous chemicals.

Along the perimeter wall is the garage and driveway with the Jones boys' pet-project cars. Also, our pet raccoon, Trashley, sleeps by the bins out back of the garage. He's named after my favourite Sims 4 NPC, and I love him dear.

Across the marsh from the garage is our small hotel. Guests can come and stay here whenever they like. It has its own water supply, plenty of bathrooms, a sauna and a hot tub, and even a private beach! There are a few shelves around for guests to purchase things from, and so far, we've had stellar reviews from everybody passing through!

Of course, very important on the map is our Archotech structure. The Jones boys have studied it extensively, and they're very excited to find the next one and throw themselves back into researching—even if it means getting a killer headache from the Archotech emanations.

Ivy has her own house, probably the nicest living situation in the whole colony. Her private bathroom and smut library are worthy of marvel, and she is very proud of her fancy rec room and cozy bedroom.

Perhaps once Ivy leaves, Tupelo will move in here. She deserves it after sleeping so long out back of the barn. Plus, living here, Tupelo would be much closer to her Anima Nexus tree.

Our fourth geothermal generator is down by the far edge of the perimeter wall, keeping the twisted obelisk company. It's walled in because it's so close to the outer wall and raiders like to try and attack it. They're very rude, those raiders.

And finally, outside the wall and across a bridge, is Tupelo's beloved Anima Nexus tree (and the Anima tree itself). This is always guarded by her dryads, who provide our colony with a steady supply of ambrosia that we turn into alcohol and sell to guests. They're not very strong dryads, so they're often battered quite badly when raids show up, but their healing cocoons fix them up quickly enough.

Here are the northern caves in the cliff—you can see where we've mined out other bedrooms in case of unexpected reunions. There are plenty of traps juuust in case, and a heavy stone gate keeping the way shut.

Beyond the harbinger grove is another cave system, this one had the Ancient Danger where that big circle is. Spooky stuff.

Behind Tupelo's tree is another cave system. This one isn't trapped, but the raiders get distracted beating up the dryads when they come through here (sorry dryads) and that gives us enough time to prepare that we never bothered to trap it.

That concludes our tour of Château de Amitié! Hopefully, you like it as much as I do. I'm sure our next colony will be even better!! At last, though, it's time...

... These goodbyes are going to be hard to draw T.T

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[lieutenantselnia]

I was looking through my 2D Doof image folder and randomly came across this picture I didn't remember I had saved, please he looks so adorable😭💕

[anakinstwinklebunny]

baby daddy stephen glass headcannons PLEASEE 💔💔

DAD!STEPHEN GLASS HEADCANONS

Author's note: not me actually writing for the first time Stephen glass headcanons..love you ariiiiii, hope you like it ;)

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort.

Stephen Glass who becomes hyper-attentive during your pregnancy. He checks in every few minutes—literally—asking, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Whether it’s grabbing your favorite snack, fluffing your pillows, or reminding you to rest, he’s all in. It’s both adorable and just a bit exhausting, but you know it’s coming from a place of love and nervous excitement.

Stephen Glass who loves cuddling up to your belly. Any chance he gets, he’s there—head resting softly against your bump, talking to the baby like they’re already having full conversations. So whenever you’re watching TV or lying down, Stephen’s favorite spot is curled up beside you with his head resting lightly on your belly, one arm draped protectively over you. You’ll laugh and remind him again, “The baby’s not going anywhere, Stephen,” and he’ll just smile, “I know… but it’s nice being close.” but he’ll stay there, nuzzling your belly with a goofy, contented smile because there's something so precious and peaceful in finding the comfort he's searching for in your growing body

Stephen Glass who's Favorite Thing are baby kicks - The first time he feels the baby kick, he freaks out—in the best way possible. His eyes go wide, and he stares at you like it’s the most magical thing he’s ever experienced. After that, every time the baby moves, he’s right there, placing his hand on your belly, waiting for the next kick with a childlike sense of wonder.

Stephen Glass who doesn’t mind getting up in the middle of the night if you’re feeling uncomfortable or craving something strange. He’s the type to stumble into the kitchen at 2 AM to find pickles or ice cream, coming back with snacks and extra blankets to make sure you’re cozy. But would immediately fall back asleep after giving it to you, snuggled to the pillow or just having an arm over his face

Stephen Glass who, yes, is a whimpering mess sometimes but he can be a hell of a dom;

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he fought to hold back his orgasm. “You’re so tight… God, I can’t get enough of you..”

You whimpered at the fullness, he was everything a girl could want. Thick. Long. Your hands gripped his shoulders, digging your freshly made nails to his skin.

Stephen knew you sometimes liked having sex that was nothing but slow and sweet, but since you got pregnant and your hormones were all over the place, he loved delivering to you the rough, fast treatment, treating you like a little needy thing - because in reality, that's what you were at the moment. Nothing but a needy little thing, all his to destroy

he started to move, slow and deep at first, each thrust pushing you further into the mattress "Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with everything that built inside of him “Taking me so well even though you carry my child..You were made for this. Made for me.”

His words sent a wave of heat through you, your body responding to every command he made, every thrust driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could barely think, could barely breathe, your mind clouded with the overwhelming sensation of him inside you, stretching you so deliciously

“You want it harder, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Dearest heavens above..

He didn’t wait for an answer, his hands sliding down to grip your plush ass, lifting your hips to meet his so effortlessly to thrust into you with a new, almost brutal pace.

A strangled moan escaped your lips “Stephen—” you could barely get his name out before he slammed into you again "S'too much..too big--"

With a sly smirk over his breathless face, he groaned “Now, you didn't complain when my cock made you pregnant love"

Stephen Glass who reads everything about pregnancy. Articles, books, forums—he’s obsessed with knowing what’s happening each week. "Did you know the baby’s the size of a grapefruit now?" He’ll randomly blurt out facts, some useful, some just… oddly specific. But it’s sweet how invested he is.

Stephen Glass who has so many ideas for baby names, some of them way too out there, some of them surprisingly thoughtful. He’ll throw out suggestions at random, trying to gauge your reaction, but he’s open to your ideas too—he wants it to be a decision you make together.

Stephen Glass who, whenever you mention even the slightest discomfort, is there with soothing back rubs or foot massages. He’s gotten surprisingly good at it, always watching your face to make sure he’s doing it right, wanting nothing but make you as comfortable as possible.

Stephen Glass who, when you’re sitting or lying down, is all about sneaking gentle kisses to your belly. He’ll whisper things like, “I can’t wait to meet you, little one,” or "youre so big already, hm? Just growing before my eyes.." and stuff like that - his voice soft and full of love. He swears the baby can hear him (because apparently that's what he read in article), which just melts your heart every time.

Stephen Glass who takes charge when it comes to prepping the nursery, researching the safest cribs, softest blankets, and which baby monitors have the best reviews. He wants everything to be perfect for when the baby arrives, though he’ll always ask your opinion to make sure it feels right for both of you.

Stephen Glass who definitely has lactation kink;

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, his mouth latched to your nipple with an almost feral hunger. He sucked harder, his hands gripping your hips tightly to have some kind of power over you, to let his desire ran through him.

He moaned against your skin, moving to your other breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple before latching on, sucking harder as if he hadn't have any food for weeks.

“I’m not stopping until I drink every.fucking.drop,” he rasped between breaths, his voice raw and full of need. “can't believe I haven't done that earlier..lost so much of this deliciousness”

You cried out, your body shuddering as your hands tightened around his curls. Stephen didn’t slow down, sucking until the last drops of milk spilled into his mouth, and even then, he wasn’t satisfied. He licked you clean, his tongue gentle but insistent, leaving your skin wet and sensitive in his wake.

“You taste like heaven,” he said, finally lifting his head to look at you, his lips glistening with your milk. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that wasn’t quite sated. “When they're gonna be full again?"

Stephen Glass who's hyper-aware of his mistakes and is terrified of repeating them, so he’s always double-checking everything. Is the baby eating enough? Are they getting enough sleep? He reads every baby book and parenting blog, and calls the pediatrician way too often.

Stephen Glass who loves showing off his little one. He’ll carry them around in a baby carrier on his chest, posting slightly blurred but adorable photos of their tiny socks or chubby hands to you (so you're literally being spammed) or his family members. It’s obvious he’s totally smitten.

Stephen Glass who's obviously all about imaginative play. He’ll create elaborate, pretend scenarios—pirates, astronauts, or detectives—and get fully invested in the story, making his kid giggle endlessly

Stephen Glass who'd charm other parents at school events or playgrounds, trying to fit into the whole 'dad role', but privately, he’ll be texting you, asking for reassurance about whether he’s doing okay. His confidence in parenting grows over time, but he never fully loses that nervous edge.

Stephen Glass who's determined to rewrite his life with his child. With them, he’s honest, patient, and loving. Every step of parenthood becomes a way for him to heal and grow, creating a future he didn’t think he could have—a future where he’s enough.

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[starkspondwater]

kyle broflovski x reader who is seen as the weird kid because she doesn't talks alot,has social anxiety,and likes things like five nights and Freddy's and listens to weezer ( also if your comfortable with it can they be dating pretty please it's ok if not I completely understand also how have you been hopefully good?)

I am currently getting over being sick, so I've been aa huge baby for the last 2 days but all is good! I hope you've been doing well too!

I tried to make sure I included everything- sometimes a little subtly and I hope that's alright! (I also don't think any of those things is weird, but I also know how shallow people get with interests so I wrote that in!)

Summary: Kyle's got a girlfriend that some of his classmates find a little odd. While he loves how different she is, he can't help but feel anger at how others have been treating her (fluff)

a/n: Cartman is an ass in this because I think he makes for an easy antagonist. I did add a bit of conflict because we know Kyle is protective over people he cares for and you'd have to pry that hc from my cold dead hands.

An Odd Pair- Kyle Broflovski x Weird!Reader

“Kahl, what the fuck is wrong with your girlfriend?”

“Watch your goddamn mouth, fat ass,” Kyle narrowed his eyes at the large boy to his left. It was game night at Stan’s and while Kyle wasn’t super into board games, he wasn’t going to pass up a chance to spend time with most of his favorite people, Cartman excluded.

“I’m just saying, the bitch is weird and you need to drop her if you want your social stock to rise,” shoving a handful of cheesy poofs in his mouth, Cartman continued talking through his mouthful. “I’m just trying to help you, Jew.”

“Cartman, lay off. Let Kyle like who he likes, it’s not like it affects you,” Stan jumped in, the instructions to their game loosely held in his hands. Kyle could tell he was already growing irritated as it had been an hour passed and they had not gotten any closer to actually playing the damn game.

“Nuh-uh! I have to see her everywhere!” 

Standing up abruptly, Kyle strode out of the kitchen to the back porch, taking in the fresh air. He was getting really tired of this shit. It was one thing when it was Cartman since he was always an asshole, but lately he had started hearing the same sentiments from other friends of his and he was growing more and more pissed off.

He can easily recall the first day he met you, a fond smile finally breaking out on his lips. He had seen you around before in hallways around school or at lunch, always with earbuds in and eyes glued to the phone in your hands. To most people you would be just another character in the background, but to him you were different. Interesting. 

Most kids around here hid their more…special interests. After elementary school the true popularity contests started making others bury hobbies and loved activities deep underground. Stan had his board games, Butters had his cozy sims, even Cartman had his interest in animation, but none of it was considered public information to the masses. 

You, however, wore yours on your sleeve. Shirts depicting games, movies, and bands you constantly wore showed off many of those things you so loved. More than once, Kyle had even caught sight of your phone and recognized some of the let’s plays you watched. You did that one quite openly, phone propped up on your desk or the lunch table as you ate. 

It was…off putting. In a small town, differences set you apart in a bad way. As a result you were either straight up ignored or talked about in hushed whispers behind your back. Kyle, however, only felt a pull towards you. 

He knew you were quiet and preferred solitude to being in crowds from how he watched you. It was a Friday afternoon when school had let out that he finally caught you sitting on a bench outside of the school. You had immediately frozen at the sight of him, but before you could rise and dash away he pointed to your shirt.

“Five Nights? I, uh, played that with my little brother. It’s pretty good, right?” His voice was uncertain, unsure if it was the right thing to say. When your eyes widened and a shy smile appeared, he knew it was.

You sat there for close to two hours after school had let out, talking about various games, which turned into discussing music, which eventually led to him dropping you off at home with the promise to talk on discord. Oh how he really liked you then. 

He could say with certainty that he loved you now.

It had been months of late night chats, watching let’s plays, and listening to each other's playlists that slowly started sounding very much the same. Kyle had a lot of his own safe-for-school hobbies like playing a few sports casually and being on debate (which thanks to Wendy Testaburger was considered a popular thing nowadays), but you brought out things about himself that made him feel young and relaxed. There wasn’t any shame in liking those things- especially since you liked them.

And he wasn’t going to stand for any slander against you.

_____

“Hey pretty!” Kyle greeted you with a quick kiss to the cheek. The hallway was bustling with students socializing and preparing for the day ahead. All you wanted to do was grab your books and get to your classroom before even more people could flood in.

“Hey,” your quiet voice was sweet to his ears, “Weren’t you supposed to drive Ike this morning? I figured I wouldn’t see you til lunch!” Something about Kyle always gave you a fluttery feeling on the inside. He was insanely sweet and kind, and if you were honest, the only person you knew outside of family that didn’t give you some sort of anxiety.

“He hitched a ride with Kenny’s sister. I actually wanted to ask you something…” he had been thinking this over all night, looking for a possible solution to the little problem with his friends. He thought that perhaps if he could show how wonderful you were to his friends, that they might just lay the fuck off. And maybe that could spread to some of the other people he knew, like a domino effect. 

It was a long shot but he needed to do something.

“We’re having a little get together at Cartman’s, and I wanted you to go with me.” 

You just stared owlishly at the boy in front of you.

“Why?” Kyle blinked at the question.

“You’re my girlfriend…I don’t know, I just want my friends and my girlfriend to hang out every once in a while.” He rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t expecting you to jump for joy at the thought but didn’t expect you to just stand there frozen.

After a few moments you seemed to break out of your daze, scrunching your eyebrows in thought. You really didn’t want to do this, the thought of being in a space like that with people you knew didn’t like you was…a lot. You heard the whispers, it’s not like they were being particularly that quiet about it, you just ignored them. But being at a party…you couldn’t ignore it then.

But Kyle looked so disappointed, like he already knew what your answer would be. He did so much already, like putting up with you and dealing with your little quirks. Maybe you could do this one thing, and everything would be fine.

“Sure.” The beaming smile he gave told you all you needed to know. You were going to your first party.

_____

It had already been going on for a while by the time the two of you arrived, music pouring out of the teen filled home.

You already wanted to leave.

“He said it was just going to be a few people…” Kyle muttered, the hand that wasn’t holding yours clenching. He turned to you nervously. “If you want to bail, I get it.”

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head. It would be fine.

Kyle led you through the crowd in the front room, heading resolutely to the kitchen. He heaved a sigh of relief seeing Kenny and Stan at the counter. 

“Hey dude! Was wondering when you’d show- oh hey Y/N!” Kenny’s bright toothy grin did little to calm your nerves. You had spent very minimal time with Kyle’s close friends, much less with Cartman who would loudly proclaim that you were ‘ruining guy time.’ It wasn’t like they were awful to you, but it was painfully awkward at the best of times.

“Hi…” with a small wave of your hand you tried to smile back in greeting. You quickly noticed the look Stan gave over your head to Kyle, and went to look at the red head who only gave you a reassuring hand squeeze. 

“Want a drink?” Stan angled the question more at you than Kyle, making you shake your head. “Not a big drinker, that’s alright!” 

The three boys started their conversation easily, with a comfort you could only wish to have in that regard. You tried to be a part of it the best you could, really, but every time there was a pause where you could insert yourself in you just stayed silent. But still, this wasn’t as god awful as you thought it would-

“Kahl. What the hell is she doing here?” An obnoxious voice boomed from the doorway making you flinch. Eric Cartman was as intimidating to you as anything. He was brash and loud, two things you did not mesh with in the slightest. 

“She’s my girlfriend asshole, I’m allowed to bring her to a party if I want.” Kyle kept his voice steady but the malice behind the words was heard loud and clear. A few other party goers in earshot stopped and turned.

You could feel a prickling feeling behind your eyes, your brain starting to go fuzzy with all the thoughts flying around in your head. Eric and Kyle had begun exchanging heated words but all you could hear was the little voice in your brain chanting ‘You need to leave.’

Your eyes darted around, spotting the sliding glass door to the back yard. It wasn’t a direct exit to the front, you thought as you turned towards the door, but it would have to do. Before you could take a step however, a hand firmly, but not painfully, gripped your upper arm.

“Hey, mind if I come with?” Kenny still had that carefree smile on his face as he maneuvered you outside, sliding the door shut and cutting out some of the party noise. Sitting down on the small wooden porch, he gestured for you to do the same. He lit a cigarette, letting smoke rise into the air for a few minutes while you calmed down.

“Y’know, Kyle talks about you a lot,” he said with a chuckle, “like I don’t think I’ve ever heard the guy express affection the way he does with you.”

Your cheeks heated at his words. Fiddling with the bracelets at your wrist you said nothing, not because you didn’t want to, but because at the moment your brain could only draw blanks. 

“He’s a lot more relaxed now too, which is great because I’m sure you know how stressed he gets,” putting out his smoke on the damp grass below, the blond turned and looked at you. “I know you’re a little shy and all, but we would like to get to know you a little more outside of what Ky tells us. After all, if our ginger is serious enough about you to make this kind of scene, you must be something special.”

Sure enough you could hear the faint sound of Kyle drilling into Cartman, but refused to look. You struggled to keep your eyes on Kenny’s face as you tried to stamp down the anxiety that had been steadily coiling throughout the day. It meant a lot that Kyle thought so highly of you, even if no one else here did, and you thought the same of him. He obviously wanted you to be around his friends in some capacity…it couldn’t hurt to let them in, at least a little.

_____

It took Stan, Clyde, and Tolkien to separate the two boys before it came to blows. It wasn’t unlike Cartman to instigate things to such a degree, but Kyle had been on edge for a while now when it came to you. Stan figured it was about time for things to come to a head. 

“Hey man, chill out for a minute. Turn away from him.” Stan had a strong grip on Kyle’s shoulders, forcibly turning him away from the rest of the room. “You alright?”

“I am just so sick of people saying stuff about her!” Kyle’s voice had dropped, but the anger was ever present. “She’s just trying like everyone else to be happy. She’s allowed to like different things, so what if it’s not ‘cool’ or some shit! You know she-” 

Kyle’s eyes caught something over his friend’s shoulder, causing Stan to turn around. Through the sliding doors sat you and Kenny hunched over your phone, laughter barely heard from their place inside.

“Well, she seems to be doing just fine,” Stan smiled at the sight. He had been a little wary of you at first, but once he saw how happy Kyle had become once getting together with you, he was sold. Despite how odd a pair the two of you may have seemed to the superficial social hierarchy of South Park, he saw that you two fit each other perfectly.

“I really shouldn’t have dragged her here,” sighing, Kyle sagged a bit next to his friend. “She’s got some social anxiety and I know this is not her cup of tea. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hasty.”

Both boys watched for a moment as you and Kenny talked. After another minute you both made your way back inside with twin grins. Kyle was relieved that even after his fit you didn’t hesitate to mold yourself back to his side, fingers interlacing with his own.

“Stan, get this, Weezer is going to be in Denver next month. You, me, Y/N, and Kyle. If we pool our money together we can easily have enough gas to get there and back,” Kenny then turned and bowed to you, who had since erupted into giggles. “Miss Y/N here has graciously informed me that she knows how to get discounted tickets.”

“Oh I’m fucking down!” Stan was grinning now too, his eyes bright, “and it would do Cartman well to miss out on something he likes for once.”

“Oh, he’s a fan?” You asked, tilting your head. You had recalled hearing that same boy make fun of another kid for wearing a band T shirt, so the whole thing was rather confusing. 

“Oh, big time,” Kyle peered down at you, affection clear in his eyes. “Besides, it’ll be much more fun with just us four.”

The party was forgotten as your group of four stayed huddled in the kitchen discussing possible plans and having a much more relaxed time than you had expected. Kyle watched as his friends happily talked with you, and for once you talked back with a confidence he never saw out of your private moments together. The whole picture in front of him made him feel warm, knowing that you were making two new friends that he knew were good enough for you.

Maybe he didn’t need everyone to like you. If they didn’t, they certainly weren’t worth it. In his mind nothing about you or what you liked was wrong or weird, that you were perfect regardless of anyone else’s opinions. That’s all that mattered to him.

[thesarcasticreader]

YOUR FUTURE HOUSE AESTHETIC (READING & MOODBOARD)

This is a reading I have been wanting to do for a while now.

In the last week's poll, the topic: Future Spouse- What will they think of you? (Maybe some 18+ themes) is the clear winner so I will be posting that one soon. Until then, enjoy this little reading and mood board!

Choose the image you are most drawn to and let me know if the reading and the décor fits your choice or not! Like, Comment and Reblog for support.

MASTERLIST

THE IMAGES ARE NOT MINE. THEY WERE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST.

PILE 1 TO 6 STARTING FROM TOP LEFT AND ENDING AT BOTTOM RIGHT!

PILE 1: WHIMSICAL PERSONA

This pile is my whimsy pile. You are the silly little child at heart who will buy whatever they like and find a place in their home. Your house feels homey, cozy and the place where no one would ever feel lonely. People love your home. It is not is biggest but it has the biggest heart.

You don't have any specific décor in mind when setting up your home. You are more interested in getting the home to reflect your personality. This place is your comfort zone.

PILE 2: LUXURY LOVER

You are the person who loves the finer things in life. You love the city life. You love the hustling. You love being surrounded by people. You don't need people around you, as in near you. You just need the crowds.

You are someone who prefers their own company at the end of the day, no matter how many close friends you have in your life. You want this home to bring you peace. And you do love the view your apartment offers. This view motivates you to wake up and do better. There is not that negative feeling to your hustling energy. It is cleansed, fresh and genuine.

PILE 3: COZY COTTAGE

The whimsy thing and the cottage thing getting separate piles was not in the cards. (Sorry, bad pun!)

Anyway, you have this energy that is extremely charged. I would not be surprised if you guys are into witchcraft, divination and the works. You are eclectic. You love your things a certain way. Pile one was all over the place but you guys are a bit Type A. Not too much. But you like your things one way. But it is different from the people just fine.

Your home is a sacred space. When people enter your home, they feel that energy. This energy affects everyone. They are left stunned and bound. And when they leave, they want to get a hit of that energy over and over again.

Lots of sunlight coming through! Like your Sun placements can be incredibly strong. Usually, you see people be similar to their rising and moon signs. But you guys are defined by your Sun sign. Please note that I use sidereal system.

So be careful, because you are someone who can attract energy vamps.

PILE 4: THE MEDITERRANEAN LOVER

Very homely energy. Your house is the vacation house. The exotic house that charms the heart of every visitor. The different smells of spices, herbs and flowers waft through your home. People expect to see some unique things while at your home!

It is just so different and calming. Even the people who aren't that inclined towards blue will love your home. Your home will be the inspiration for a lot of people. But your home remains one of a kind.

Also, a few people will love to get married at your home because the pictures will come out to be beautiful.

PILE 5: THE COLOUR LOVER

What the title says. You do love your luxury but you also love colours. You are someone who would paint every room in different colour. You are not a boring person! You love to walk room to room and see the changing interiors.

You are the person who will pour their heart out in this interior design project! You are the person who will have a Pinterest board made in advance. So when the time comes, you can whip out all the good inspirations and get to work without any delay.

You will be very excited about this home. You will relax the moment you set your foot into this house because the colours bring you peace.

People will find your house just as beautiful. The first word out of their mouth will be WOW and all the rooms will keep them on their toes. They will not rest until they have had the tour of the entire house!

PILE 6: THE RAINY COTTAGE AESTHETIC

You are the person who will find an isolated place to locate. Whether you live near a city or a town, you will find an isolated spot.

You love the rain and you love the aesthetic of the rainy cottage. You are the person who will plan out their entire day so that you can enjoy the rain for some moments.

This house is hard to find and get to, very honestly. But the interiors of this house are going to be simple. Not minimalist but not maximalist either. You care about the view more than you do about the interiors. Mostly because you will be spending more time outside than inside.

Your friends will love this place for night stays, Halloween or even just to catch up with you and connect with nature.

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The mood boards were made by me but the images were taken from Pinterest!

I am not doing paid readings for intl. clients right now. But I can take on anyone who can pay through GPay. My PayPal situation is stuck and I think it will stay that way forever - their customer support has been no help either so that's where I am stuck.

BUT

I will do some free readings. I will post about this soon. So, don't be texting me about it all the time. I will have a set time for this one.

Bye!

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[rewiringtoheal]

The Rain Came Pouring In

Natasha Romanoff x She-Hulk!Reader

Summary: A different take on that bedroom scene in Avengers age of Ultron. Natasha receives the love and comfort she deserves from an emotionally available She-Hulk!Reader.

Words: 1,500

Warnings: Talks of sterilization and one's choices being taken away regarding their own body. The red room phenomenon. general angst, hurt/comfort, vulnerable Natasha, first kiss, love confession.

A/N: I may make a part 2 with their first time making love. This just didn't seem like the right moment. And a few lines are from the movie so I don't own those.

Your forehead rests against cold shower tiles. Your palms are clenched at your sides. And your muscles are tense as the hot water beats down on you. The steam fills up the room, almost suffocating in nature. It's a welcome sensation. Anything to distract you from the images of what you did to the people of Johannesburg. Flashes of demolished buildings, Tony’s pleas for you to stop, and people fleeing in the streets run through your mind. 

Inciting such fear in innocent people has you overflowing with guilt but what really has you on edge is how easily the Maximoff girl could control you. You normally have very little control over She-Hulk. And you have grown to accept that over time for the most part. This was something completely different. An unlawful take over of not only your mind but your teammates minds as well. What that girl did to you and the rest of the avengers has everyone shaken to their core.

Your mind drifts to Natasha. Amongst the traumatized faces of your teammates, you couldn’t help but notice even in your own despair how pained she looked.  She looked more out of it than you. Almost as if she was somewhere else entirely. You can only imagine the horrors she had to endure. And your heart fills with sorrow at the thought of her being trapped in her worst nightmare. The urge to protect her rises to the surface. You would protect her from anything, even if it meant fighting against her inner demons. Just so she could relieve herself of them for even a minute.

You wish you were brave enough to tell her how you feel but you’ve never been the one to make the first move. Even before you had She-Hulk to contend with, you were too shy.  There is something about Natasha that makes you want to try though. The two of you are so similarly broken you think maybe you could help heal each other. If not soothe some internal wounds by loving one another.

You know she’s been flirting with you. She hasn’t been subtle in the slightest but you’re not sure if her feelings for you run as deep as yours do for her. 

You are brought out of your inner musings rather suddenly. The hot water has grown cold causing the tension in your body to worsen. You take a few deep breaths trying to pull yourself together as you speedrun cleaning yourself and washing your hair. 

You fiddle with the faucet for a second before turning it off. You grab the shower curtain, pulling it open, as you step onto the rug in front of the bathtub. Reaching for a towel to dry yourself off. When you're satisfied you wrap the towel around your body. Long damp hair trailing down your back and the feel of cold flooring under your bare feet as you walk towards the door. 

Upon opening it, you are met with the woman who continues to occupy your thoughts. She’s bundled up in a cozy grey bathrobe lounging on the bed. She looks so soft and delicate just laying there. Shy green eyes trail over your body causing a faint red blush to appear on her cheeks. You have the sudden realization that the only thing you're wearing right now is a towel. 

You run your hands through your hair awkwardly. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized you were waiting…”

Natasha stands making her way towards you. She gives you another once over. Her shyness shifts into flirtation. “I would have joined you but now didn’t seem like the right time.” She smirked.

Shifting anxiously on your feet. “I used up all the hot water.” You chuckle nervously. 

Natasha cocks her head in a playful manner. “I should’ve joined you.”

You can see the longing for you in her eyes mixed with uncertainty. It comes as a shock to you. Her playful demeanor isn’t masking her true emotions as well as it normally does. This gives you an opening to discuss your feelings without her even realizing it. It gives you just enough confidence to be brave for the first time in your life. You close the distance between you with caution. One arm slinking around her waist drawing her body flush against yours while your free hand tenderly caresses her cheek.  

“I really think you should have.” You whisper. 

A look of surprise is painted across Natasha’s face. A tentative smile blooms.  “Yeah? You would have wanted me too?” 

You don’t like the doubt in her voice. You know you have to lay yourself bare before her. Your eyes lock onto hers with conviction, “The world just saw She-Hulk for the first time. Not the superhero but the mindless beast who destroys cities for fun. It’s not easy to deal with by any means. I don’t know what to do with myself. I do know that you are the only person who can bring me comfort right now.” 

Natasha looks up at you with wonder; her eyes glistening with tears. “You feel that safe with me?”

 You allow your eyes to fill with every ounce of love you feel for her. “Tasha, I haven’t felt this safe with someone in a very long time. Do you think that She-Hulk likes just anyone? Or that she would let just anyone perform the lullaby? You are the only person that we both agree has our best interests at heart.”  

She turns her face into the hand resting upon her cheek giving it a brief kiss. “I feel the same way, Detka and I want to explore this thing between us more than anything. I just...I think you should know who I truly am before we do. That way you can back out if it’s too much.” 

“Nat, I turn into a giant rage filled monster that wreaks havoc. And yet here you are. I wasn't sure if your feelings ran as deep as mine but I think I may have just been oblivious.  There is nothing you could say that would make me change my mind about you.” You whisper. 

Natasha’s body goes rigid, her eyes dart around the room looking anywhere but at you. You realize she’s bracing herself for rejection despite your words. You try to exude a sense of calm you don’t normally possess while you wait for her to speak. 

“You think you’re the only monster on this team? The things I saw..they were memories. Of the red room, the place where I was trained…the place where I was raised was all I saw. Flashes of the tragedies I’ve caused and the tragedies done to me.” Natasha inhaled a shaky breath. Pulling her arms tighter around you. A clear indication she thought you were going to run from her. “They have a graduation ceremony where they sterilize you. It’s efficient. One less thing to worry about and it makes everything easier. Even killing.” 

Your heart shatters in your chest at her confession. You feel tears starting to well up in your eyes. “Baby…I am never going to tell you how to feel but none of that makes you a monster. They took your choices away from you. They forced you into becoming an assassin. They took your chance of having children away from you. You had no autonomy. I am so sorry that happened to you. No woman should ever have to endure that. It’s not your fault. Fuck, those sociopathic bastards.”

Natasha’s anguished sobs fill the room. She’s looking at you like you’re her whole world.“I’ve waited so long for someone to tell me it's not my fault. I don’t know how to feel now that it’s happened. There is still so much red in my ledger. From my time in the red room and from a time when I could have made a different choice. I’ve done unspeakable things. You need to know that.” Natasha whimpered.

“I will tell you that this isn’t your fault as many times as you need to hear it. You did what you needed to do in order to survive. When it really mattered you made a different choice. You went with Clint and started working for shield. That matters Natasha.” Your thumbs wipe away tears falling down delicate cheekbones. “I’ve done unspeakable things too. Not just as She-Hulk but as me. Or have you forgotten how exactly I got my green counterpart. None of this has stopped me from wanting you. Natasha, I…I love you.” You confess.

“You are the most understanding person. I’ve ever met. And so incredibly kind despite everything you’ve been through. I love you too, so much.” She lifts up onto her tiptoes, small hands moving to gently rest on your towel covered chest, soft lips tentatively press against yours. 

Twin sighs of relief echo into the bedroom. As you both sink into each other. Just enjoying the physical and mental connection shared with one another. 

[sleepymirko]

Reaction to s/o liking winter but being very chilly (part 2)

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Featuring Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro

Fluff

Let me know if there's errors! Enjoy!

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“Y/N, I finished showering. The bathroom’s all yours if you need it,” Bachira said, entering your shared bedroom. When he’d left to shower, you had been engrossed in a book, and you barely nodded at him when he left.

You raised your head and what you saw was enough to make you freeze under covers.

Your boyfriend was standing with only a towel around his hips, droplets falling from his bicoloured locks and the most bizarre thing was that he wasn't shivering in the slightest.

"I was already freezing under the covers but seeing you like this... Feels like torture" you said shivering slightly.

The boy simply chuckled and walked towards the bed, sitting comfortably on the edge, right next to you.

"Are we sure you're not sick? Today is less cold than last week"

"It's probably your fault"

"How is that even possible?"

"You're half naked Meguru???" You said looking at him slightly wide eyed, a smile creeping up your face.

"Oh."

"You're gonna catch a cold at this rate"

"I swear I'm not feeling cold maybe because the house is warm.. wait a minute .."

You looked at him confused as he looked like he had an idea.

"Why don't you go take a shower? You'll feel even better, no?" He said smiling proudly.

"A hot shower is what you need, trust me!"

You looked up, considering his suggestion. It wasn't a bad idea, maybe it was what you needed.

"Okay, why not.." you nodded and Bachira smiled and quickly got up.

"Let's go then" he said offering his hand to you.

You looked at him, noticing that glimmer in his eyes that only meant one thing. He was going to shower again, but this time with you.

"...you realize that you already showered, don’t you?"

"Eheh, let's just say that I forgot to put the shampoo on my hair" he said smiling, faking innocence. What a menace.

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You and Reo had been thinking about what to do for the holiday season in his studio. Saying that Reo was a great planner was an understatement, the guy already thought about 7 holiday location ideas for impressing his girl.

"You already have seven ideas for our holidays?" You asked shocked, struggling to hold your smile at how determined your boyfriend looked.

"Absolutely, and let me tell you which location I thought of.." he said bringing his laptop closer to her.

"First of all, we have Finland. Apparently there's a Santa Village in a certain city called 'Rovaniemi'. If Finland is not speaking to your soul there's Banff in Canada, the place has a lot of mountains and offsprings. Skiing must be fantastic there" he said smiling while checking with her the photos.

"When can even plan on going to the Alps, if you want something more quiet we can pass the holidays in Kyoto, between tea houses and snowy landscapes.."

While Reo kept talking, you couldn't help but smile. And shiver slightly.

But Reo surely hadn't missed that.

"Oh? Is my princess freezing? Should we move the planning in front of the fireplace?" He offered as he looked at her with a soft smile, finding her wrapped in a warm blanket cute. Once he picked up the laptop, he offered his hand, and they both moved toward the fireplace in their living room.

Sitting there, he placed her on his lap and handled her his laptop. "While I keep you warm, feel free to choose the location of our holiday." He said and continued, this time speaking into her ear. "I'll handle the rest".

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"You're always cold" Nagi mumbled, thumbs moving around his controller as his focus was mostly on the boss he was fighting.

You guys agreed on a simple cozy weekend, with videogames keeping you company as you guys were doing co-op together.

"How are you not feeling cold Nagi?" You asked as despite you were helping him with the boss your controller was under the warm comforter.

"I'm completely fine." When he finished the boss, he laid the controller down the bed and handed her his hand. When she reached for it she looked at him surprised, his hand was really warm and she wondered if his body was like the rest.

"To be one that claims to love winter you have poor luck by suffering the cold like this" he said bluntly while picking up his controller, resuming playing as you rolled your eyes.

"Then why don't you keep me warm?" You asked half jokingly as you resumed playing with him as well.

He paused, giving her a sidelong glance. “Isn’t that, like, extra work?” he asked, sounding as unbothered as ever.

However, he stopped playing and wrapped an arm around you, letting you warm up close to him.

"Didn't you just say that was extra work?" you teased, as he sighed, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, a shadow of a smile creeping into his usual unbothered expression.

With that, he leaned back, letting you curl up against him while he held the controller lazily in one hand, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders.

"You better worry about not turning into an Icycle" he paused looking at the game, his tone uneven yet with a hint of teasing. "that would be a real hassle."

Let me know if there's errors! Thank you for reading!

[followthebluebell]

Who are the current roster of residents at your work? I know Roomba is, and that there are at least two Persians, but I can't keep them straight in my head. Q was a resident but then got adopted?

My current residents are:

Roomba (bengal - 13-15? years old, blind, female)

VERY LOUD; loves kittens, waffles wildly between loving adult cats or absolutely hating them. Sometimes to the same cat. She adores Maddie the most and will try to cuddle up to her as much as possible but since Maddie has been going into the Impossible Zone (the couch upstairs) lately, Roomba has been cozying up to Pookie.

Has lymphoma but we're trying to make her time comfortable. She's got a severe sensitivity to poultry and fish, so her food has to be beef, venison, lamb, rabbit, pork, or goat. Her favorite is lamb. On her good days, she likes to play fetch with her favorite purple plastic ball or green spring. I don't know why those are her favorites. She just plays with them longer than any of the other plastic balls or springs.

She's usually found in the office/kitchen.

Butterscotch (persian - 3? years old, blind, male; misaligned jaw)

Looks ancient, is actually a young man. He is permanently scrungly. He likes to play with pieces of garbage. He's got plenty of actual cat toys to play with, but he just wants to play with the little plastic wrap that comes off the tops of bottles and such. He's VERY sweet to people; he mostly ignores other cats. If another cat sleeps by him, he's fine. He just doesn't really seek them out.

His jaw is misaligned, which makes his face look even stranger than a typical persian's. We're not sure what happened to it. It may just be a birth defect, it may be a broken jaw that never healed right. It doesn't seem to bother him TOO much, but it does mean his face needs extra cleaning.

He doesn't like any wet food, except for sardines. Otherwise, he likes the cronch. He likes to sleep in exclusively uncomfortable places.

Pookie (british shorthair - 1 year old, female, FIV+)

VERY playful and outgoing. She likes to greet anyone who walks in. People are delighted by her. They think she's the best thing either (they are not wrong). She's cat social, but doesn't really want to play with other cats. She just likes to exist around them.

She's a menace in the office. She's learned that if the phone goes off, someone will sit down at the desk and she can annoy them until they pet her. She knocks things off the desk too and thinks it's a lot of fun to play with and rip up pages in the appointment book.

She's generally found in the office or on the front couch.

Penelope (persian, 2-3? years old, female)

Also outgoing, but much more relaxed. Penelope mostly wants to sit on someone's lap. Her favorite toys are crinkle balls--- the little cellophane ones--- and tunnels. She likes to sit at the edge of a tunnel and bat at feet as people walk past. She also likes pens, especially if someone is using one.

She likes to sit in the office chair. I think it's because she knows someone will sit there eventually and have no choice but to let her sit on their lap, but also she doesn't have very many brain cells, so I'm not sure she can fully conceptualize that sort of plan.

She tends to pick a new Favorite Place every week.

Maddie (persian, 12-13? years old, female)

Winner of the 'Are you alive...?' contest two years running. She's a picky eater and will only eat things that she sees Roomba eating. I'm not sure they recognize the other as 'alive'. Maddie adores people, as long as they aren't trying to brush her. Then she grudgingly tolerates them for a few minutes at a time before deciding to go somewhere else.

She's permanently snotty. She's been tested for many, MANY things to ensure it's not contagious--- the vet's guess is that a fungal infection caused a severe allergic reaction which resulted in nasal polyps. Combined with her very tiny nostrils, she's got some permanent drip going on there. It's... unclear whether or not surgery is a wise option. She's a senior cat, a persian, and already has breathing problems :/ We might just have to wipe her face frequently.

She's not a fan of that either, for the record.

I'm hoping that Penelope and Pookie will go up for adoption one day. There's literally no reason why they could not be adopted and I'd prefer to keep the office pet slots for cats that cannot be rehomed for behavioral or health reasons.

[gonehuman99]

Too Cozy 1

Yandere Bob x reader (1k words) part 2 part 3

Does not contain graphic content, but warning: Some harassment, suggestive behavior, and creepy Bob

Summary: You're just playing around — or at least you think you are. Bob offers a ride, and things get weird.

You roll your eyes. You hold back a yawn. You don't know how long you've been here.

Does it even matter?

You lean back on the stool you sat on and watch as Fanboy moves to hit another ball with his cue. Bob hits one, too. Fanboy and Bob weren't really competing for anything — they were just doing something to pass the time.

You liked coming here — enjoying the atmosphere of the bar. It was a nice getaway from working at your family-owned bakery, and being around your cousin was nice. You haven't seen him in a long time.

You called him Mickey when it was just the two of you, but he was Fanboy when you were around his squad. It seems like you were always around each other; just yesterday, you played and made memories, and then he moved away and joined the military. But now that he was stationed here, you see him more often. You got to reconnect with him.

You also got to know some of the people he hung around with. You like his friends. The people he worked with.

You most enjoyed Bob.

You liked him... just not the way Fanboy thought you did.

Fanboy told you about him, about how much he liked your company. Of course, those weren't the exact words.

"He's not like most guys. But I know you like that," he says, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

This brings to mind Bob's lingering gaze and how close he sometimes stood next to you, prompting you to give him a pointed look.

"Don't look at me like that. He's a friend," Mickey says, tilting his head.

"Look, he likes you. But he's... different. Maybe you can help with his confidence. So he can talk to other women."

"Well, I guess I can help," you said, sighing. "But," you added quickly, "I want to do it my own way."

You get up and look around. The bar rush has already died down. All that remains in the bar are a few couples and small huddled groups, similar to yours, and the lone bartender still manning the bar.

You walk and make your way past Bob, practically sliding your back against his chest. You look back for a moment, and Bob is turning red.

Fanboy looks at you and shakes his head, but you can tell he's hiding a smirk when he leans down to hit another ball.

"Well. I think I'm headed off," you say, twirling off.

"Wait," Bob practically runs to meet you at the door. "I can give you a ride."

You raise an eyebrow at him and look around.

"I don't really need a ride unless..." You look at him and give him a widening smile. "You want me all to yourself," you say, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Uh," a hint of red travels up his neck.

"Gosh. I'm just messing with you." You hit him lightly on the arm. "Course, I'll take the ride," and with that, you follow beside him to his car.

"Yeah. I figure... it's better you don't walk," he says, hands in his pockets.

You cock your head. "Ha. Why's that?"

He gives you a frown and shakes his head.

"I don't know. Just that if I were someone else, maybe something would happen." He shifts the weight in his legs like he regrets saying that. "Well, you know what I mean."

You quiet down. You feel a knot in your stomach and don't know how to respond.

Bob opens the passenger door, and a hand helps you in.

Once you're fully settled in, Bob is at your side. You shift against the leather seat underneath you, trying to get comfortable, and toss your legs on the dashboard.

"Aye, you better not get any ideas while we're both alone. Just cause I'm a passenger doesn't mean you're getting lucky," you say jokingly.

You expect the usual nervous laughter, the red in his cheeks, the stammering — but Bob doesn't say anything.

He looks at you. It's a strange look, and suddenly, you're aware of the car's closeness — how tightly packed you were and how large he was compared to you.

You clear your throat, trying to regain composure. You don't want to tell him he's making you act this way.

You glance around the car, trying to distract yourself. There's not much to look at. The car is neat. There's a pleasant smell from the ocean nearby. You've been in here before — usually with other people.

Trying to lighten the mood, at least yours anyway:

"It's cozy in here. In fact, it's a little too cozy in here." You bump your elbow playfully against his arm, giving him a widening smile.

"Uh, yeah, cozy." He glances at you. It feels long. You want his eyes to return to the road. You give a slight chuckle, wanting to fill the silence.

"You're comfortable," he says softly. It's not a question.

"Yeah. You don't mind?" you say, smirking.

Bob looks back at the road. "No... I like seeing you like that."

He leans in. You almost feel like he's about to grab at you, but instead, he holds the knob for the music.

You feel guilty about it. You don't want to assume the worst, but something about the air in the car makes you second-guess the circumstances.

You're glad when your street finally comes into view.

"Well... I'll get out your hair then," you say, and just as you are about to grab the door handle, a hand grabs your wrist. It's light but firm.

You whip your head to look at him.

"I don't know what you like, but I think you like that I notice," he says.

"I don't know. Maybe I just like the attention," you say honestly.

You pull your arm away from him slowly, and he lets go without a fight. His hand falls on your thigh.

You don't move.

Bob pulls away slowly.

"You good?" you ask.

"Just... I think about you in here."

"You think about me in your passenger seat?" you laugh nervously, trying to keep it light.

"I— You let me get close."

"Yeah, well, I don't think too much about it."

"Maybe that's the problem."

Silence.

You turn your body away from him and leave the car without looking behind you.

[chuubian]

Midnight pearl

Tags Pirate Chuuya x gn mermaid reader, mermaid courting ritual, Chuuya is perpetually confused, hunting, trafficking (just talking about it not actually doing it), dehumanizing language, reader is kinda feminized? like there's a bunch of pearls and traditionally feminine things they wear and own, the flags are happy and alive

Summary While swimming peacefully in the ocean, you're suddenly caught in a big net. Pulled out of your reverie, you're hauled onto a big ship and stuffed into a tank that can barely fit you. The captain of this uncivilized group of pirates is Chuuya. He had first planned to sell you, but over time his heart softened until one day he realizes he's fallen for you.

A/N this is the last part of this mini series. if im ever inspired to add onto it i might but for the most part this is where the plot ends :)

Part 1 Part 2

An overwhelming warmth was surrounding your body. It was like being stuck in quicksand. Quicksand that  was super cozy and… hairy..? When your eyes finally snapped open you were met with a mountain of copper-toned hair, covering Chuuya's face who is, of course, snoring loudly. His head is resting on your chest, leaning into the comforting heat radiating from your skin. Your heart jumps into your throat. Breathing is a laboured effort- all the air has been stolen from your lungs at the sight of him.

Shifting, you look around the room, trying to free his arms from around your waist but his grip is too strong, so you resign to your fate. The room is luxurious, filled with intricate woodwork, white silk drapes around the windows, and expensive jewelry hung up on display. To others, the bed would probably be the most eye catching thing in the room- with its beautiful burgundy canopy and fluffy, no doubt expensive, snow white covers. It screams ‘I'm rich!’ But the thing that drew your eyes was not the extravagant decorations. It was Chuuya.

It's like he can feel your eyes on him, because when your eyes glance over him- taking in his soft pink lips, the slight flush high on his cheekbones, the little bit of drool dripping down his chin- he wakes up. His eyes meet yours. They're such a deep blue. They remind you of the sea. Of the dark abyss that used to be your home. It's comforting in a way. He definitely wasn't the best person, but he held you so sweetly just a few hours ago. Maybe at the bottom of his heart he was a good person. He just did what he had to, to survive.

“Hey.”

If you couldn't tell Chuuya had just woken up from the creases on his face and his disheveled appearance, his low raspy voice would give it away. Still half-asleep, he pulls you closer, unconsciously leaning into the warmth, chest pressed against yours. Suddenly, a realization comes over him, face reddening, he scoots away, attempting to separate the two of you despite the thin sheen of sweat gluing your skin together. Eventually, he manages to free himself, settling on the other side of the bed.

“Sorry… I was just cold.”

“Really? You look sweaty.”

He scowls, turning even more red.

“No I don't!”

He mumbles to himself for a few seconds, chewing on his nails, eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. It made you smile to see him so thrown off balance, especially when he's usually in control of every situation.

"Whatever, It's almost dinner time we need to go eat."

Chuuya threw the covers off himself and climbed off the bed. He walked over to your side of the bed, floors creaking painfully.

"Do you want your tank or are you okay sitting with us?"

The question made you stop. Staying in the container would mean being in water, but it would also mean being isolated. Again. you had grown used to being around Chuuya. It was a bit fast- yet something drew you to him. He was the kind of person that's utterly captivating. Where one meeting with him, by chance, would keep you thinking about him ten years later. On the other hand, you've been on solid land for almost the entire day. You were starting to miss the moisture on your skin and the full feeling in your lungs from familiar ocean water.

Chuuya’s eyebrows furrow, noticing how serious you've gotten. He puts a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, you okay?"

Nodding, you glance up into his blue eyes. it's easy to make your decision when he looks at you like that.

"I'll eat with you."

His lips quirk up into a pleased grin.

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that."

He reaches down to rip the toasty covers off you, exposing you to the horrible freezing environment. Whining, you lean into his touch. It's a welcome respite from the world outside.

"It's so cold."

He chuckles, low and deep. The vibrations reverberate through your chest, making your heart beat faster.

“I know, I know. Let's go.”

His strong arms slip under your back and tail, picking you up bridal style. It's a wonder how a man so short and small is so well built. The room was near the top deck of the boat, making it much easier to follow the hallways that had confused you so much a few hours prior. The wooden floors and walls here have less mold growing on them than the floors lower down. It's been cleaned thoroughly but they still couldn't seem to get all the fungus off. It was practically a permanent fixture of the ship. Destined to be there forever.

Once outside, you watch the sun start to hide, tucking itself under the horizon. It paints the sky with gorgeous yellows and purples, staining everything in its path with a golden filter. The sun is no longer searing your skin, instead it's moderate. More reserved than it would be at noon. The bright red ball of fire is starting to give way to the moon, concealing itself, letting another celestial body have its time to shine. Unselfishly.

Chuuya bounces as he walks with you to the top floor, setting you down next to him at the table. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until your tail and his thigh are pressed together. When you turn to look at him, you see he's already got his gaze focused on you. Chuuyas arm tightens around you slightly, his other hand coming up to play with the collar of his linen shirt nervously. He glances back down to the arm wrapped around you.

“I-its so you don't fall…”

You nod, accepting his answer and turning back to the table. The crew starts pouring in, fighting over seating and making comments about you. The same woman that smells nice from a few hours ago sits on the other side of you. She doesn't seem to like it when her kimono brushes up against your skin, scooting away.

“You're going to make my clothes smell like fish.”

Before you can speak up, Chuuya cuts in.

“Be nice.”

She huffs, head held up high, not even having the decency to look at you instead of the space across from her at the table.

“I'm just saying. I don't want my clothes dirtied.”

“Then why did you sit here?”

You finally speak up. She turns to look at you, eyes narrowed in discontent.

“None of your business. You should learn to keep your mouth shut, you have no use here other than to be sold.”

Chuuya chips in.

“Ane- san, there's no need for so much hostility. They're here now and they'll be here for a while. And Aren't you the one always telling me not to start fights for no reason?”

She glances over at him, lips pursing together.

“You've gotten too soft, Chuuya.”

After that, they both stay silent. The awkwardness is heavy in the air. Looming over you and sinking into your bones, making your muscles feel restless. Time moves slowly, oozing like sluggish drops of foul slime. Sticking to everything and everyone in the vicinity, ruining the festive atmosphere that had once filled the dining area- staining it with a somber, dreadful aura.

When the food comes, people start muttering softly among themselves, not wanting to face Chuuya or the woman's wrath. The meal itself didn't seem bad, their plates were full of dried fruits, chicken, cheese and bread that was well-seasoned. Probably to mask the flavor and smell of decomposing meat. For you, the only thing served was more clams, mussels, oysters, and seaweed. Thankfully they looked fresh unlike most of the crew's food. As you started eating- breaking open the shells, and scraping out the soft inside- you felt something hard. It was round and smooth, like a rock. Without thinking, you spit it out onto your hand and are met with a precious little white pearl. The people all around fall into silence once again, staring and the jewel in the palm of your hand.

“WHAT?!?”

Albatross’s shout pierces the quietude resonating in the air, breaking people out of their stupor. The unruly group of pirates swarm towards you, blocking all exits and your line of sight. You hold the pearl closer to yourself, hand clenched around it tightly, scowling.

“Alright! Alright everyone! Settle down! They found it, it's theirs to decide what to do with it!”

The air you had been unconsciously trapping in your lungs was finally let out, tension leaving your body as the crowd cleared out. The crew was still talking excitedly, expecting you to give them the jewel or at least sell it for money. Albatross was eagerly trying to convince you to hand it to him.

“I just wanna look, I swear! I'll give it back! I promise!”

Chuuya sighs, exasperated at his friend's weak attempts to trick you.

“They're not stupid… give up.”

“Aww come on Chuuya! You can't seriously be on its side!”

“Their.”

The blonde man's face sours- somehow more than when he ate the nearly rotten meal a few seconds ago.

“Huh?”

“Their. They're not an object. Speak properly next time.”

Albatross crosses his arms, eyes narrowed.

“I thought it didn't matter, weren't we gonna get rid of them anyways?”

He spits it out, stressing it like there's something inherently wrong or dirty about the word. He doesn't even treat his moldy meat this way. somehow treating you like a human being was one of the most vile, disgusting things he could do.

“It doesn't matter. I'm your boss aren't i? do what i say or else.”

At Chuuya’s biting words, Albatross backs off, mumbling under his breath, eating quietly for the rest of the meal. His head is hanging low, like a humiliated dog. It's uncharacteristic of him, he's usually so rowdy and loud. Chuuya's words seemed to be taken as gospel in this place. It was odd how much power he held over everyone.

The big pile of clams and kelp on your plate slowly disappear, leaving behind empty shells and a small pile of little multi-colored pearls. It's a miracle you found so many. Not all of them are perfectly round. Some have little blemishes and spots- or pieces that stick out, almost like a little tail. Despite not being flawless little gems, they glow just as brightly as the rest of them. Catching the attention of anyone who passes by- tempting them to swipe it off your plate and hold them hostage, away from you, for themselves.

After you've finished your food, you hold the little pearls in your palm, swirling them around and admiring the sparkle they give off. It's hypnotizing- the way they bounce off one another and clink together, glittering under the soft light. When you hold one up, next to the moon, you could almost confuse them for each other. Both creamy and comforting, reflecting the light off something much bigger than itself, but still enchanting in their own way.

"You really like them huh?'

Nodding, you look over at Chuuya, he's smiling down at you, eyes filled with warmth. The passion in his gaze wraps around you like a blanket- Protecting you from the harsh environment outside of your little bond. You lean closer, for some reason an overwhelming urge comes over you to feel his skin on yours. It's so smooth and well taken care of. Nothing like yours, which still isn't used to being in fresh air instead of salty sea water. His breath catches in his throat, grip tightening around your hips.

"You can have them."

You hold out the small handful of pearls for him. He blinks, shocked.

"Why? They’re precious, you should keep them."

Shrugging you pry his arm off from around you, forcing him to take the jewels. When his hand brushes against your lightly a tingling sensation travels from the tips of your fingers to your heart, causing it to speed up, and butterflies to form in your stomach. Chuuya seems to feel it too, gasping softly, hand clenching around the tiny pile of gemstones.

"Well...if you want me to. I'll take good care of them for you."

Chuuya admires the pearls in his hand for a few seconds.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?"

Albatross shouts from across the table, furious that he didn't get his 'fair share.'

"Why not me!?"

He starts fake sobbing, rolling around on the floor, and pulling on his hair dramatically. Groaning, Chuuya rolls his eyes.

"Did you seriously think they would ever give you these?"

"No but... I wanted them."

Albatross sticks his bottom lip out, pouting and trying to seem as cute as possible. It's fooling no one.

"Sorry for him boss, he's just being a little... theatrical."

The handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes who was sitting next to Albatross speaks up. Chuuya grunts quietly, agitated.

"That's one way of putting it."

The man grabbed Albatross’ meager braid, dragging him away as he continues writhing around. He keeps a gentle smile on his face despite Albatross hurling insults at him and shouting.

"Lippmann! This is humiliating! Let me go! You can't do this to me!"

You can hear the man's voice get fainter and fainter as he's forced to rub against the floor- hauled across the decaying wood, getting small splinters along the way to the crew's quarters.

Chuuya relaxes once he's gone, tension leaving his shoulders, unfazed by what just happened. He quickly moves on, holding up one of the pink pearls with a little section that sticks out like a tail.

"This one looks like you."

You grin, his comment makes a weird sensation pool in your stomach. Settling heavy in your gut and spreading all around the forgotten recesses of your mind. Taking over your body completely.

"Does it?"

He nods.

"Yeah, it even has a little tail, see?"

You chuckle, looking down at the rest of the pile.

"And this one is you."

You hold up a little black pearl with a small extrusion coming out of the top.

"It looks like your hat."

He chuckles, putting the jewels in a compact pouch.

"I'll cherish these forever."

He glances up at the sky, breathing in deeply. You do the same. Strangely, you don't feel as suffocated by dry air anymore. You've become used to the bare feeling on your skin and the empty sensation in your lungs. The sea was cold and lonely, unlike being on land here with Chuuya. A peaceful quietness settles over the two of you, steadily tugging at you, pulling you closer. He breaks the silence.

"Uhm... can we talk in private?"

He looks around the dining table. People are still hanging around, talking and drinking, being tumultuous and causing chaos all around them.

"Yeah we probably should."

Chuuya stands up, strong arms picking you up once again.

"I'm sorry you have to keep carrying me around."

He shakes his head, finding it silly.

"I don't mind, I'm strong. Plus it'd be stupid if I was upset with you for trapping you here."

He walks with you in his arms toward the edge of the ship, seating you down on the chair he had left here a few hours ago when he was letting you look over the sea. Sitting down across from you, he crosses his legs. You find yourself missing the sensation of his skin against yours. It's far too frigid without him near you.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

He looks up at you, expression serious.

"I wanted to let you go."

You feel your heart jump into your throat, blood running cold.

"... What..?"

This is what you had been waiting for, a chance to leave this place behind. To go back home. The man who had ripped you away from your habitat was offering you the chance to do the thing you'd been longing for. But somehow you found yourself dreading the idea. Would the water hug you as tightly as Chuuya did? Would the environment be as welcoming? You didn't have friends or family anymore. There was no reason to go back to the freezing sea. Chuuya had treated you kindly, defending and sympathizing with you. He wasn't even as bad of a person as he seemed at first. His willingness to let you leave proved that.

"You can go back home."

You tense up, looking out at the ocean. It's glittering beautifully. The water at night is such a familiar sight, it's hard to not miss it. The waves crash against the side of the rickety old boat, soothing your ringing ears. An ache in your heart longs to be back there, in a place you can move freely, but the dry air feels much more freeing than the pressure of water all around you. Especially when you get to be around someone.

“I… don't want to.”

His eyebrows furrow, baffled.

“Huh??? Why not?”

In spite of his questioning, a seed of hope is planted in his heart. blossoming under your attention. Blooming at the warmth and care radiating off you. He would do anything to keep you here, but at this point, keeping you hostage is too far. He doesn't want to trap you, he wants you to be happy.

“I just dont… I have no one to go back to and… I like being here.”

“On land?”

“Yeah, it's not so bad here.”

He pauses, reading your expression. He cant find any signs of lying, only a sincere look on your face.

“Well… if you want to you could stay in my room.”

“In the bed?”

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up smugly.

“You want to stay in my bed?”

Your cheeks turn hot. Humiliated at the implication that you enjoy being in the same bed in that way. Even if it was a little bit true.

“It's cozy!”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

He looks back out over the ledge.

“Are you positive you don't want to go back?”

“I'm completely sure.”

He smiles softly, pleased with your answer.

“Let's go then.”

Chuuya gets up, gathering you in his arms once again and leading you back down to his chambers. There's a fuzzy feeling developing in your brain at the feeling of his muscles against you. He's so firm in all the right places. His footsteps are heavy, banging against the weakened wooden planks as he makes his way through the hallways.

The door to his room creaks open, swinging onto the wall beside it. The view of his quarters once again steals your breath away. It's pure luxury like you'd never seen. Chuuya sets you down on the edge of his bed before walking towards one of his cabinets, taking a few tools out and sitting beside you.

“What's that for?”

“I'm making something.”

He takes out the bag he had put the pearls you gifted him in, methodically drilling small holes in each one. There weren't many pearls to begin with but he took his time with each one, making sure it was perfect. Once that was done, he started weaving silk cord between each one, fingers deftly creating knots between each one to ensure that  they stay safe. The process takes a long time but watching him work with the concentrated glower on his face makes everything more enjoyable. Neither of you speak during the process, enjoying the comfortable silence that descends over the room- only the sound of pearls clinking together and the drill permeate the air.

Once he's done, he holds up the necklace. It's full of disfigured pearls. The pattern is inconsistent with pink, white, and black pearls littered throughout. It's chaotic. But Chuuya made it with his own hands. From the gift you gave him. The imperfections only make it more eye-catching. Why would you ever want a boring white pearl chain when Chuuya created this?

“I put ours together, look.”

He holds up the bottom of the necklace so you can see easier. At the center, the one you said looked like his hat, is next to the one he said looked like your tail. Your eyes are stinging, gasping for air, you reach over to grab the necklace from his hands.

“Are you okay?”

He looks so concerned- eyebrows pinched together, his hand comes to rest on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Yes… I love it.”

You try to catch your breath but it's been punched out of your lungs painfully. Your chest was struggling to expand, not used to the great deal of emotions you had been put through recently. Has Chuuya ever been so sentimental? It's such a sickeningly sweet moment that you can feel your stomach churning- struggling to process everything that's happened.

“Here, let me put it on for you.”

He gently takes it from your hands. As he clasps on the string of pearls, his calloused fingers brush against the back of your neck, sending a jolt of electricity down your back. Your heart is racing once again, adrenaline pumping through your veins until Chuuya starts scooching away.

“It looks lovely on you.”

Your cheeks burn under his attention. Chuuya is like the sun as a person- bright and warm, he helps those around him to grow and become better people. But he can also scorch everything in his path, annihilating everything that gets in his way. Around you, he tends to be more nurturing, you bring out a side in him that's softer. You wouldn't judge him for being tenderhearted. Instead, you indulge him. Letting him express his emotions freely.

“Thank you.”

He doesn't bother changing out of his clothing for the night. Deciding that he's too tired, he puts the tools he used away in his cabinet, before crawling back into the lavish sheets. He helps you adjust your position to a more comfortable one where his arms are wrapped around you. He tucks his head over your shoulder, breath fanning over your skin. Your nerves were alight, tremors traveling throughout your body. How was Chuuya so calm under these situations?

As the hours passed by, Chuuya fell asleep but you were still wide awake, thinking of what to do for him next. While your mind is wandering, the rocking of the ship against the splashing sea and sound of waves crashing is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber. Slowly, the sounds and sensations take over your mind, surrounding it in a snug blanket of serene fuzziness.

When your eyes open again, bright sunlight is pouring into the room. Chuuya is still pressed against you. His hair is tickling your face, you try to move around but it only makes him hold on tighter. You put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake.

“Chuuya.”

He groans, rolling around, his mind is refusing to let him awaken. You only shake harder.

“Chuuya! Wake up, there's a fire on the ship!”

This makes his eyes spring open, immediately getting up in a panic.

“WHERE!”

“Nowhere.”

You snicker at him, amused at his immediate response to fake danger. He doesn't seem to find it as funny.

“You really shouldn't joke about that, you know.”

His hands are on his hips. You're still smiling at him, it was too fun to mess with him. He made it too easy.

“Fine, fine, I'll never joke about that again.”

You're lying.

“Can you help me up to the deck? I wanted to do something.”

He sighs, picking you up easily and carrying you through the hallways. They aren't as confusing as before, the layout of the boat was becoming more and more familiar as a concept- no longer the mysterious phenomenon that it used to be. The hot sun hits your eyes and skin as you reach the top floor, rays beaming down in brutal beacons, burning everything in its way. Chuuya sets you down on the ledge.

“Why did you want to come here?”

“I wanted to go back in the ocean, but only for a little bit, i just need to do something okay?”

Chuuya nods.

“I'll anchor down then.”

He turns to the rest of his crew that's bustling around, instructing them on what to do. Before he can get back to you, you've already dived back in. The water is freezing, seizing your muscles and shocking your system. How could this possibly be the way you had lived before? All the colorful corals underwater were washed out by a blue hue. It was so empty. Almost no life for miles. Nothing compared to the rambunctious crowd on the ship. The quiet stillness was unsettling now. It used to ease your nerves, relax you, but now it's not enough. It's eerie.

You ignore the dreadful feeling in your stomach, swimming around- you gather various things like sea pickles, red shells, pretty pieces of seaweed, an urchin, and some sea stars for good measure. Your tail was finally moving again, it was starting to get restless after spending so much time inactive. When you come back up to the surface of the water, you look up at the deck. Chuuya is watching you. Your heart jumps into your throat, making it hard to breathe. Or is it just the fresh air again?

The crowd of pirates helps you get back up to the ship, much more gently than last time, helping you sit on a chair again. When Chuuya sees what you have, he raises an eyebrow.

“This is the important thing you needed help with?”

“Yes.”

You hold up the red shell to his hair.

“See? this matches. It's for you.”

You hand it to him, going through a similar process of explaining each item and why it fits him well before handing it to him.

“So… why are you giving me these?”

You tilt your head, staring at him incredulously.

“For our wedding.”

Everyone surrounding you two bursts into chaos, filling the air with boisterous chatter and gossip. Chuuya's cheeks redden, he tries hiding his face with his hand but it does nothing to conceal the embarrassment.

“WHAT?!?”

“Our wedding. I gave you the gifts I needed to, we have to have our wedding soon.”

Chuuya is sputtering in shock. Albatross in the background is crying real tears. The woman in the silk kimono whose name you never learned is stunned.

“That doesn't mean we're married!”

“Yes it does. We even slept together last night.”

Everyone's eyes widened, silence falling over the room. It's like the calm before the storm.

“CHUUYA?!?”

Someone shouts out to him before everyone joins in, gossiping and making jokes loudly. They start crowding closer, surrounding the both of you.

“WAIT! WAIT! GUYS IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”

It's futile, Chuuya knows it is, but he tries to defend himself. Unfortunately, no one believes him at all. Albatross instead starts chewing his hair, berating him for being a ‘nasty, nasty little man.’ Chuuya tries to push him off but everyone else starts mocking him too, it's a never ending cycle. one person backs off, here comes another. Once everyone finally calmed down, Chuuya feels like he can breathe again, turning to face you.

“Look… just because your kind does it that way, doesn't mean that we do too.”

“But I like you… I thought you liked me too…”

Chuuya flushes, redness spreading down to his neck. He looks around the ship nervously.

“Can you guys stop staring!?! Get back to work!”

Everyone scatters, going off and pretending that they aren't watching intently.

“I-i do like you but… we can't get married just yet, it's too soon.”

Your nose scrunches, face twisting.

“Fine, we don't have to. But I really meant it. I've never felt like this about anyone before.”

“I know, me too. But we have to take it slower… Okay?”

You nod, discontented that you can't get married just yet.

“Okay.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, sitting you down on his lap. You can feel the tension settling between you. Your muscles are heavy, weighed down by the pressure filling the air. For a moment, everything went completely still and quiet. The sensation in the pit of your tummy only got worse, like bees were trying to break out through the stomach lining and skin. Chuuya's eyes were on your the whole time, only glancing down for a second to your lips before looking back up again. Before you notice it, you've started leaning closer- breath brushing across his face, lips barely inches apart.

He leans in the rest of the way, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Chuuya’s hand comes up, cradling your jaw, pulling you impossibly closer. His tongue is hot against yours, brushing against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. Your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life. During these few seconds, the outside world seems to melt away, becoming a forgotten past. When you pull away, you're both panting. You stay close by, ready to dive back in before he holds you back with a hand on the shoulder.

"Are you sure about this? You don't have to stay forever."

"I'm sure."

He appears to be thinking, contemplating if he really believes your words.

"What about when I retire and can't be on the ship anymore? When it breaks down, and I have to live on land. Permanently."

"Then you better get me a bigger tank."

[asunflowerana]

— to give you comfort

your love got your back. you don't need to deal with your period alone anymore.

— to give you support

iwaizumi is there for you the moment the first inch of pain reaches you. he's attentive to each expression or movement, and it anguishes him to watch you endure such suffering every month. he can't just let you by yourself, so even if he can't take the pain out of you as he wants to, he tries his best to ease your ache with what he's been learning.

he started by studying physical methods to relieve cramps, then practicing with himself (to make sure it wouldn't bring you more pain than necessary), until finally guiding you through. And bless this man, because you never felt so much relief as you now feel with the "husband-healing-cramps" monthly sessions. how did you live without knowing those tricks?

"hold still. don't move love, just a few more secs." there is your strong saviour, holding your legs upwards as you lay on bed with a heated pillow supporting your lumbar. he said you can't change positions every time you feel an ache, or the pain would only increase.

holding comfortable positions is the secret, and now you understand why he's so good at what he does. you offer him a gentle smile in gratitude, face relaxing as you pass another wave of pain. he gives your ankle a caring peck, gazing at you with fondness. "that's my girl."

— to give you warmth

some might think that voleyball is what motivates bokuto to get bigger and stronger. while that is partially true, it doesn't mean he's not thinking of you, of being able to protect and support you with his body, in any way he can. it comes very handy, when your period comes.

bokuto's embrace feels like a warm and soothing bath on cold days. you feel yourself surrounded by a cozy, firm mass of muscles and soft skin, smelling fresh and home, not ceasing its warmth for a single second. you're overwhelmed by a strong but gentle feeling of being cherished like the most precious thing on earth, and that's so good, especially 'cause it comes from a honest heart and intention.

that's how bo cares for you, in a simple, daily gesture, that can be done whenever and wherever you are, but that has the same wonderful effect, coming from his chest, stomach, arms, shoulders, hands, breath, chin on your head, soothing squeeze and soft words:

"it'll go away soon, baby. hold me tight, okay?"

and it eases you pain, better than any medicine could.

note: i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did. we all need some comfort during these hard times, right? let me know if you want a part 2. i have some other haikyuu boys in mind for that.

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[lawrites]

Rubens Can Suck It!!

Sweet Gotham S1! Edward Nygma x Plus Size! Female Reader

You are having an awful day when someone leaves a note on your desk, describing your figure. It sets you off, and Ed is the one who seeks to comfort you.

This fic features a LOT of insecurities, specifically around being plus size. It talks about the feeling of being seen by others and how shitty some officers at the GCPD are. But Ed is sweet. No warnings beyond that EXCEPT some dirty thoughts from Ed 👀.

It's been an awful morning and it's only 8 AM.

As a woman who works in a field primarily made up of men, especially a plus size woman, you have made your confidence into your armor. Yeah some of the officers could be pigs, (most of them, actually), but you do love your body and how it looks, so it doesn't bother you.

You enjoy wearing bold colors, pretty dresses, structured pant suits, and even pencil skirts to work most days. They make you feel infallible, and you KNOW you look cute in them. No matter what those tiny men say, you can get through the day feeling good.

And usually...it works. There are some days that you think everyone struggles with their looks, no matter their size. It's what happens when your society is constantly screaming "YOU CAN BE BETTER BUY THIS PRODUCT" at you from all angles.

And so, while you are beating yourself up for letting your confidence slip, you decide to go ahead and make yourself more comfortable while you get it back. Especially because trying to force it wasn't working.

Every glance in the mirror was followed by a critical voice, today. Your hair just didn't sit right, your chosen outfit was too tight and the textures were bothering you, and the high heels you sometimes wear would clack and bring eyes to you. All of that sounded just...exhausting, especially when you just want to get through the day and go home without drawing any attention to yourself.

While usually a pair of eyes on you wouldn't bother you, the thought of Harvey Bullock only staring at your tits when he talks to you, or Jim glancing up and down in what he thinks is a subtle way, or any of the officers giggling when you walk by...yeah it would take only one thing to set you off today, you can tell.

So, while it isn't the most flattering outfit you own, you throw your hair into a ponytail and pull an oversized sweater and linen pants on. Comfy, cozy, still professional enough, and properly disguising your body from any eyes, appreciative or insulting.

After that rollercoaster of emotions while you were getting ready, you don't have time to stop for coffee on your way in, which just adds to your mood. And, of fucking course, some guy decided to begin terrorizing Gotham at 7 in the fucking morning, so all public transport is delayed.

You barely manage to get to your desk by 8 AM with no coffee and already in a bad mood. Setting your stuff down, you dig your palms into your eyes, trying to fight off the urge to just leave. A small slip of paper in neat handwriting makes you smile just a bit, though.

What is always found on the ground

But never gets dirty?

You struggle for a second, your brain moving at a slow pace thanks to the lack of coffee. That is, until you hear footsteps and something blocks the lights streaming in from the windows. You gasp and turn towards Edward Nygma, who is standing right next to you and casting a...

"Shadow!" You blurt out.

He gives you one of his sweet, tight-lipped smiles and nods. "Correct!"

You force a cheery tone to your voice so you don't spoil his mood. Ed may be a bit...odd, but he is one of your best friends here, and he doesn't deserve to be brought down just because you aren't in a good mood. "Great! How many is that so far, Eddie?"

He immediately recites, "That would be 85 riddles correctly guessed out of 90 I have shared with you. 3 you needed a hint for and 2 you did not solve entirely."

You cross your arms in mock anger. "Hey! I did my best! Those ones were hard. It's almost like you wanted me to fail or something."

He hurriedly scrambles to get the next sentence out, "Oh! Oh I would n-never! I j-just..."

Whoops, guess your bad mood made that "mock" anger sound more like actual anger. You take on a placating tone, "Ed, it's ok! I know you just enjoy riddles. And sometimes that big brain of yours makes up a new one that stumps me."

You laugh, maybe a bit bitterly, now, as your bad mood forces itself to the front again. The next sentence is nearly mumbled, "I mean, it must be difficult, sometimes, making puzzles for someone who isn't as smart as you."

Ed seems confused more than anything, now. "I'm...I'm not sure what brought that on, but writing down riddles for you every morning is f-fun for me!"

You sigh, twirling a pen from your desk in your hand to avoid eye contact. "It's just...it's just one of those days, Ed. I couldn't find an outfit that made me look nice..."

Ed interrupts you with his insistence, but he still stumbles over his words, "B-but you always look n-nice!"

Your smile comes out as a grimace, "You're sweet, Ed, but everyone doesn't think so." You glance around to make sure that your next words aren't overheard. "I know that I can usually brush cruel insults away, because I try to tell myself I'm beautiful..." You choke out the last part of your sentence, cutting yourself off before you get too emotional in the middle of the office.

You get up and decide to leave the main lobby to get some of the shitty coffee from the break room. At least there you could better disguise the tears in your eyes. "It's really not a big deal, Ed. I guess I'm just not myself, today. Give it a day or two and I'll be more amusing."

And without waiting for a response, you hurry off.

He stands there awkwardly for a few moments, unsure how to respond to the dismissal you just gave him. Usually the two of you would talk for at least 5 more minutes.

Wracking his brain as he walks away, he tries to think of something to cheer you up.

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Rubens

Flashes of his paintings fly through Ed's mind as he attempts to type out a sweet note to you. Every time he gets a glance of a plush thigh or your soft belly, he thinks of how he painted Venus, the Goddess of Beauty.

A voice he's been trying to avoid for a while now pipes up, Yeah, Goddess of only beauty? I'm sure that's all you're thinking about, Ed. How about Goddess of Se-

Ed cuts the voice off before it can finish that thought, but now he is unfortunately thinking about it, even at work. Rubens didn't paint all of his women clothed, especially Venus. Her nude form fuses with yours in Ed's mind, haunting him, taunting him.

There's just...so much he can play with. Your body...so much he can sink his long fingers into. He goes back to your belly, what he has ascertained to be the main source of your insecurity. He empathizes with that, but all he can think of whenever you wear something tight is bending you over in the medical lab on site and holding onto that plush belly as he-

Again, he cuts himself off. He would like to think that the other voice took over again there, but those thoughts were all him. He adjusts himself a bit as he sits at his desk, trying to be subtle.

Then he looks back at the screen in front of him, remembering your mood today, and that hits him like a bucket of cold water. He curses the tears in your eyes from old insecurities popping up again. He has seen you become more and more confident in your time at the GCPD, learning to ignore the pigs that giggle at everything that isn't "normal" to them.

Ed knows that feeling, and especially the taunts from those cops, well. He's off, to them. He never quite knows when to start or end a conversation, and he injects his interests even when he knows people are tired of them.

And that's why he likes (loves) you. You always smile and try with his riddles. You even continue to talk to him after, and are interested in who he is outside of work! That's rare. And if he could return that joy you have given him every day, it would be worth it for the possibility of you figuring out his true thoughts.

Unfortunately, while he has a mind for riddles, analytics, and all things mathematical, he has not been as blessed with poetry. So he wants to type this out...if nothing else than to keep you from feeling like you owe him something.

He types and deletes and types and deletes, looks at the clock, drums his fingers on the desk, and then types slowly this time. Reading it over, he nods at what he has written. It's not amazing, but he hopes it will make you feel like there are people in the office that are on your side, maybe even a secret admirer.

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And now you're soaking wet. You just wanted to escape your desk and get a simple sandwich and the sky decided that it was a perfect time to begin a deluge right before you got back to the GCPD building. Why? God hates you, apparently. There's no other explanation that would satisfy your overdramatic mind at this point in time.

Luckily you managed to keep your precious food dry by stuffing it under your coat, but the rest of you is definitely not so lucky. You huff and start towards your desk. Bullock sees you on the way, starts a sentence of some sort, (most likely to quip at your condition), but the glare you send his way shuts him up immediately.

You end up collapsing at your desk and peeling off your outer coat, feeling the air conditioning of the building start to combine with your wet clothes to make a chill seep into your bones. Trying to ignore it but unable to suppress a shiver, you place your food on your desk...wait...is that? It is! Someone left a little typed note to you under the bag.

You pick up the note, giving it a quick glance to see if there was anything to connect it to someone. There are no initials or name...hmmm.

Your eyes read over the words on the page once...twice. And your heart shatters. How could...why would...how could someone be so heartless that they would taunt you today of all days?

There is a group of those rude, awful officers that like to congregate together around the water cooler, gossiping and laughing at anyone who wasn't them. But right now, one of them is talking while looking directly at you, and when he stops he throws his head back in laughter, with the rest following.

Holding back a sob, you crumple the letter in your hand and get out of the room as fast as you can without running. As soon as you are out of their sight, tears start streaming down your face and you run to a nearby empty room. It doesn't even matter what it is, you just care that it's empty and safe and lock the door behind you, collapsing against a wall and trying to catch your breath as you gasp for air.

You hold that position for only about 30 seconds, trying to muffle your sobs so they couldn't be heard by anyone outside, but apparently you weren't quiet enough. A quiet knock sounds on the door.

Tap tap tap

You do your best to school your voice, but it still comes out shaky as you reply "Please find another room."

But the voice that filters through the door is one you recognize well.

"Y-you looked cold, so I brought you an emergency blanket. Oh! And a-also your lunch."

You let out a sob, unable to stifle it. "T-thank you, Ed." And you walk over to the door to unlock it, opening it just a tad so he can't see your state.

But Ed is observant, and even with what little you present to him, he can see you are massively upset. Your eyes are bloodshot, and you are trembling, whether from the cold or from your current emotions, that he can't tell. He tries his best to gather some courage.

"W-would you mind if I sat with you for l-lunch?" He holds up your bag of food and you notice that his own lunch is clasped in his hand behind it.

Quickly, you try to consider if you are ready to fully cry in front of Ed, but his kind, if nervous, smile and his own insistence on joining you made you certain that he wouldn't be too judgemental.

You turn your head to the side to try and hide it a bit more as you step back to open the door. Your arm sweeps over to gesture to where you were sitting. "Be my guest, Mr. Nygma."

This makes him let out a nervous chuckle, but he enters anyway. You close the door behind him and lock it.

"I hope you don't mind, I just don't want anyone to see me...well..."

He nods, "That is perfectly understandable."

You both stand awkwardly for a few moments, but you eventually feel the floor calling to you again, so you nestle against the wall where you previously had collapsed. Ed slowly settles down at a respectable distance from you, his gangly limbs shuffling until he finds a comfortable position.

When he hands you your bag of food, he decides it's better to talk about what happened than sit in silence. "M-may I ask why you are upset?" You glance at him, and your eyes start to fill with tears again. He hurriedly starts to stutter through another sentence, "Oh! B-but if you p-prefer not to talk about it, t-that's ok!"

You shake your head, glancing down at the floor. "I just...I guess people like to take advantage of you when you're down sometimes, Ed."

You sigh, but begin feeling more angry than sad. "I mean, I've been in a bad mood all day, I got rained on when I was just trying to get some food, and then some asshole leaves me this."

You open your hand to reveal the crumpled note to Ed. He keeps his face as neutral as he can, recognizing it. Oh no, you fucked up, Ed! The voice in his head gleefully taunts.

Your sniffle brings him back, and you look down at the note, spreading it out so you can read it out loud.

"While you are not seen by others as a beauty

I cannot keep myself from glancing at your desk.

Your figure is full, and yet one word sticks truly,

I can only describe you as such: Rubenesque."

Ed ponders over the poem, while a bit rudimentary, it was full of his true compliments to you. But your face crumples when you get to the last word, stuttering it out.

Your eyes look to him, "I mean, Ed! How could someone write this?"

You see his face scrunch in confusion. "I admit, I do not quite understand. I see nothing wrong with the note?"

Feeling frustration well inside of you, you gesture with your hands wildly. "Nothing wrong? It's that word, Rubenesque!! It's an insult, I know it, especially with how those assholes were glancing at me as I read it, laughing once I was done."

Ed seems to be more confused now. "I was not aware it was an insult?"

You nod, and remember all of the times you have heard it in the past, "It's always been used by people who want to try and appear to be kind, but truly aren't. They call me Rubenesque in this snide tone, like it's something they can barely stand to spit out of their mouths."

Ed tries to interrupt, but you continue, softer now. "I just don't know Ed. The whole note seems to be mocking me...calling me full figured and not a beauty. Am I really that bad?" He shakes his head while you feel tears starting again, so you look down at the floor.

Now at a whisper, you barely get out the next words. "I just...I don't even want someone to like me anymore. I just want them to leave me alone." With that vulnerable confession, you sob, and bring your hands to your face, trying desperately to cover it. A shiver runs through you again.

After a few beats, you feel warmth around you, and you glance up to see that Ed has moved closer to cover you with the blanket he brought. His long arms stay in place in a hug after he positions it, keeping you close to him. You are a bit taken aback, as the most that Ed has touched anyone in the past was maybe a handshake.

He leans down so you can hear him, his voice more sure, now, even if it is soft. "Do you know about the painter, Rubens?"

You shake your head. "Is that where the term comes from?" He nods. Not feeling charitable, you grab the blanket and bring it closer around you as you grumble out, "Rubens can suck it."

He lets out a giggle at that, and you feel your heart warm at the noise. "I understand that you feel it is an insult...would you mind if I explain what it really means?"

You nod, because even if it is as bad as you make it out to be, at least you can hear his voice as he explains it.

One of his hands strokes the blanket surrounding you, right on top of your arm. "Rubens painted many different subjects, but the descriptor of Rubenesque usually refers to his nude paintings of women. Specifically, women like Venus."

You lift up your head to look at him. "Venus as in the Goddess of Beauty?"

He nods, gently. "Yes, among...other things." His eyes darken for just a moment before returning to his informative rant. "The women he paints are known to be full-figured, yes, but they are beautiful because of that, in my opinion."

You sit as still as you can, barely breathing, wanting to hear every word he says. A long finger comes under your chin and guides your face until you are looking right at him. "I wrote you that note. I think you are the definition of beauty."

And with that, he brings you gently forward, looking in your eyes the whole time. You let him, and lean forward to meet his lips. The kiss you share is sweet and short, but it fills you with a giddiness that makes you feel like a teen experiencing her first kiss again.

You separate smiling at each other, and Ed reaches up to kiss your forehead. "I apologize for upsetting you. I was trying to be a secret admirer."

You chuckle, "Yeah, well, it didn't help that I read the note as uncharitably as I could." You glance up at him, "I'm sorry for crumpling it up in anger."

He shakes his head. "D-don't apologize. I'll write you as m-many bad poems as you want." One of his long arms slowly moves down, and a finger traces your hip over the blanket. "Is this ok?"

You feel a warmth spark through you again as he makes contact, and all you trust yourself to do is nod. He nuzzles into your neck, whispering in your ear.

"I want you to know, right now, so there is no doubt, I love your body. These hips, your plush belly...even your soft arms." You feel his warm breath on your ear, and it makes you shudder. "They all remind me of art, and they make me want to..."

He trails off, and brings his hand away from your hip quickly, as if burned. You miss his touch, already, and confusedly ask, "What? Ed?"

You can't tell anything from his neutral face, but he gets up, suddenly, grabbing your lunches together again. "Let's find a better place for lunch, more comfortable...maybe with a table."

You nod, standing up with him. As you position the blanket around you, Ed wraps an arm around your waist.

"A-and...if you would like...have dinner with me tonight. I'll cook for you and...tell you more of my thoughts."

Your cheeks heat up, and his do as well. "Ed, I..." You think for a moment. "I'd love to have dinner with you."

He grins at you, again-one of his sappy, closed mouth grins-and leads you out of the room in his embrace. The two of you chat and giggle, seeking out a proper place for lunch and ignoring all of the stares you get. If you have each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter.

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[turbo03]

The Freshman Experience Part: 2 Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

*PART TWO*

About: You and Angela can't get enough of eachother until something happens at a party you both attend.

Warnings: Kissing Not Proof-read

The scene: Walking under the glow of string lights in a cozy, hidden garden, Y/n and Angela share quiet laughter, the air fragrant with blooming jasmine. They sit on a weathered bench, fingers brushing against each other. "Anegla I have to tell you something". A soft breeze carries whispers of their hopes and dreams. Angela glances at Y/n, eyes sparkling with unspoken words, as the moon casts a silvery glow. "I think I already know Y/n" As they lean in, the world fades away, leaving only the warmth of their shared connection. With a heart full of courage, Y/n decides it’s time to tell Angela the truth that lingers in the space between them: "I love you."

You and Angela had been practicing your script for two weeks now. You spent everyday with Angela, not always working on your shared homework but still loving every minute. You had chose a love confession for your project as you both admitted to being the most comfortable with the topic.

"Okay I think we should actually act this out so were not screwed when we have to present it infront of the class" Angela admitted since you both kept laughing too much to actually act anything out. "Your right I wouldnt want you to mess up infront of all the boys" You said causing Angela to start laughing with her whole chest. "Ah yes because they are just my type" she managed to say through her laughter.

Once you both got a hold of yourselves, you started acting out your scene. Walking up to sit on your bed as if it were the park bench, slowly brushing your hands against the others. Angela turned to you putting a hand on your cheek, "we don't have to do this if your not comfortable" she admitted being "I'm comforable" you told the girl with a smile on your face. You both leaned in expecting a short sweet kiss between classmates, but as your lips touched you didn't want to pull away. Here you sat in your room with a beautiful girl and she was kissing you. You went to pull away after the kiss lasted a few more seconds than it should have, but before you could get too far, you felt a hand on the back of your neck pulling you back in. You had grown to like Angela over the past couple weeks and clearly, she did too. As your lips danced against hers, she suddenly pulled away with a guilty look on her face.

"I'm sorry y/n I shouldn't have done that I-" She was clearly freaking out over her action and all you could do want reasure her. You placed your hang on hers "Ang-Ang, It's okay. Why don't we stop for the night and just watch a movie? How does that sound?" The shaken up girl was now calm as you led her to lay on your bed as you set up your computer and scrolled Netflix. You had settled on watching Mamma Mia and at first, Angela was reserved, not knowing if she had just ruined everything you two built together over the time you shared. That wasn’t until you moved her arm from a crossed position and put it over your shoulder as you layed on her chest.

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A week had past, you and Angela hadn't talked about the kiss nor rehearsed your scene. You still spend everyday together, watching movies, going on walks and cooking together. She had even gotten close with your roomate and it felt like you were an unstoppable trio. Angela had invited you and Grace to a party she heard about that was just off campus. You both argeed to go as long as you didn't stay out too late. You had chose a black skirt and white crop top to wear to the party. When Angela arrived to take you two to the party, the first thing she did was check you out not so subtly. “Wow y/n you look great, are you ready to go?” She asked and just before you could answer, Grace opened her door abruptly saying “let’s get this party started!” While doing a little dance. “Grace, did you already start drinking?” You asked already knowing the answer. “Absolutely not y/n what kind of person do you think I am?” She said sarcastically Grace was the first one out the door with you and Angela close behind.

When you got to the party, Angela grabbed your hand and guided you through the thick crowd of dancing people. The three of you reached the kitchen and started doing shots together. Grace soon found a guy to dance with while you and Angela danced together, the mix of music and alcohol didn’t help your intrusive thoughts to get closer to Angela even wanting to kiss her again. As the night went on, Angela didn’t leave your side, dancing and drinking together while having drunken conversations.

“I’ll be right back I have to use the restroom” you said to her. It felt like it took you forever to get to the upstairs bathroom finding each stair hard to climb in your condition. When you got in, you took a minute to yourself in the semi quieter space of the bathroom, doing your business and splashing some cold water on your face to sober up a little.

When you finally started your descent downstairs, you realized you lost track of Angela. Trying to find her in all the places you were together. Soon you found yourself looking in the garage. To your horror, you find some girl on top of Angela kissing her. You don’t know if it was the sound of the door or your gasp that caught their attention but you quickly realized they were looking right at you. You shut the door as fast as you could running off to find Grace.

Grace was in the living room flirting with some guy. You went up to her on the verge of tears whispering “can we go please”. It wasn’t really a question but more of a quiet demand. Grace, who surprisingly drank less than you, was quick to understand your request. Without saying goodbye to any of her suitors.

The walk home was quiet. You didn’t know why Angela would do this. You thought she liked you the way you liked her, but maybe you were wrong. Maybe she just saw you as classmates working on a project together. Maybe none of it was real.

[toxictigertonic]

Hiii soeey for bothering u but do u have any Mother gooseberry and franco hcs? Those 2 have been in my head all day

I have infinite headcanons that I can spit out about these two. Coyle is a little harder bc sometimes all I can think about is beating him up for the funnies, but these two? They make up my brain chemistry.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- Reagents picked up on the "the goose in on the loose" line and will now use that to tell their fellow reagents that she's out and about.

- Sweet tooth, but not to the same level as Franco. She likes cakes and pies and cookies and will choose those first over anything else, while he goes for candy and sugary drinks.

- I'm projecting here but she LOVES cinnamon. The only complaint she's ever gotten about one of her baked goods was there being too much cinnamon. She had to politely explain that that simply wasn't possible, and then Futterman had to explain that they needed to shut the fuck up, and then shut the fuck up.

- She likes to hum to herself a lot. I feel like she hums and sings whenever it's too quiet and Futterman gets mad she just won't let there be silence.

- Massive fan of comfy sweaters. She likes the light fabric of her blouse but a good comfy sweater is where it's at for her.

- Her favorite season is spring! She also likes winter (for the cozy sweaters and baked goods, obvi), but spring is when everything comes to life. Futterman would eat a bee though.

- She loves to sniff flowers but I think she'd have allergies :( But the funny thing is she's not the one who sneezes, it's Futterman.

- Likes the thought of having her nails painted but as soon as they chip she's gotta take all of the polish off. Partially nervous picking, partially bc she thinks it looks bad.

- If she's not feeling absolutely bloodthirsty and catches you she just picks you up by the back of the neck and holds you there. Naughty reagents go in air jail.

- Has a collection of pretty skirts but she feels like she never has anywhere nice to wear them. Someone let her show off her nice skirts.

- This woman is a lesbian and I will not be debating. Futterman says some... awful things about it. Damn homophobic goose.

FRANCO

- Even though he tells you to watch the suit, he knows that thing is a mess. Having something nice on just makes him feel a little less ugly and you BETTER not ruin it.

- Cuddles with Lupara sometimes, it brings him comfort even if it's genuinely uncomfortable.

- Winking at him if he catches you in a hiding spot will get you a 5 second head start to run for your life. God help you if he catches you though, you don't play with his feelings like that and get away with it.

- Would have, without a doubt, been the kid who tried to drink a spoonful of vanilla extract bc it smelled good.

- Would also eat a spoonful of sugar but he'd actually enjoy that. He's not kidding about that sweet tooth.

- I don't care WHAT the game shows, this man is itty bitty. 5 foot 3 at best. I'm leveling this playing field, give us our short king Red Barrels!

- His hearing is bad on the side with the visible injuries. It's why he shoots first when he hears a noise, he doesn't know what the hell he just heard and he'd rather be safe than sorry.

- Has a hard time keeping what he's drinking off of his shirt or from running down his chin. Not like he's trying to be elegant when he drinks that cocktail.

- If you offered him skim milk he'd kill you on the spot. This is a WHOLE MILK HOUSEHOLD.

- I don't think his "mommy" would need to be a woman tbh. I think fulfilling the mothering role would be enough for him most of the time. Besides, tiddy is tiddy.

It's so tempting to put in all my silly headcanons for Franco bc I love him but I will refrain from the Cringe

[crazycurly-77]

Feelings - Chapter 2

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: none

"I'm worried about the probie," Franks stated as he sat in Jenny's office.

She leaned back and folded her hands in her lap: "I feel the same way. But I'm not just worried about him."

Mike nodded: "I know...Y/N."

"Yes...Y/N," she agreed.

He nodded thoughtfully. Then he had an idea:

"Have you tried talking to him?"

Jenny looked at him as if the idea were the most absurd thing in the world.

Then she lowered her head and whispered: "No."

That made Mike sit up: "Oh, yes. Do you still want to talk to him about this?"

The shock was written all over her face: "No. It's not my place."

That made him laugh: "Jen...as if that ever bothered you."

She rolled her eyes: "Yeah, fine. You're right... But I don't think I'm the right person to ask him about it."

Franks looked at her attentively: "Because of the past?"

Again she nodded: "Yes, because of the past."

"It's a difficult situation, but maybe that's why he will listen to you," he thought aloud, stroking his chin.

But Jenny shook her head: "No. I think we should try to convince Y/N to make the first move."

That earned her a stern look from Mike: "You know the newbie is a stubborn dog. Do you really think she'll approach him first? After all, he's her boss."

"It's worth a try," she argued with a shrug, picked up the phone, called you, and invited you to a cozy evening by the fireplace at her house.

The invitation was a big surprise for you, as you'd had very little to do with the director. But now she invited you to a cozy evening at her house. Would the others be there? Well, at least Gibbs would be there as your boss, you assumed. But that remained to be seen.

So, after work, you headed home, showered, ate something, and then headed to Jenny's.

You knew she cared about style, but her house, and especially its stylish furnishings, made your eyes widen in amazement. This was completely different from your small apartment, which was decorated according to taste and not style.

Jenny seemed like a stylish lady, which, as a chaotic person, you would never be. Such a strong, sexy, and stylish woman was something for your boss, Gibbs. But you had the feeling that the two had been much closer in the past than they were now, and that it hadn't ended well.

The way the two of them interacted, sneaking around each other, and arguing, spoke volumes about that. But you didn't have the courage to ask. So you preferred to remain silent, because ultimately, it wasn't your business.

"Come, sit with me by the fireplace. Would you like something to drink?" the director asked kindly.

You nodded timidly: "Yes."

She laughed briefly: "Relax! I won't hurt you. Everything's fine." A brief pause, then she continued: "Would you like something to drink? Perhaps wine?"

"Yes, I'd love some red wine, if it's not too much trouble," you asked her cautiously.

Jenny laughed: "If that's all...then I think I can manage. Just sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right there."

And indeed. As soon as you sat down, she came, handed you your glass of wine, and sat opposite you.

“Um, Director Shepard...thank you for your invitation. But I can't shake the feeling I'm here for a reason. Especially since we're the only ones here.”

You shifted nervously in your seat, but you just needed to get clarity on what was going on.

She gave you a broad, benevolent smile. “Call me Jenny, we're not on duty,” she tried to reassure you.

She swirled her glass, took a sip, looked at you for a moment, and begged you urgently:

“Please don't be as stupid as I am.”

At that sentence, your eyes almost popped out of your head. She? Stupid? What was she talking about?

“You know,” Jenny continued, “I see the intense and longing glances that Jethro and you give each other when the other isn't looking.”

She paused again, and you gasped like a fish out of water. The shock was profound. If she suspected that the boss was more than just a colleague to you, he most likely suspected it too. And that meant the end of your time on his team."

But Shepard just laughed when she saw your horrified face. Then she gently placed her hand on your forearm and said, almost pleadingly, but also with a bitter undertone: “I know how you feel for each other, and I would do almost anything to finally see Jethro happy again. After everything I did to him.”

She paused, took a deep breath, and continued: “You know... I know how you feel for each other, and I'm jealous of you. But I threw away my chance at a life with him because he didn't fit into my plan."

Wow. Director Shepard and the Boss? Really?! Wow.

You couldn't stop being amazed.

"Please talk to him. Make the first move and approach him. For both of your happiness," she begged you urgently.

You had to process that. And just as you were at a loss for what to think, Franks approached Gibbs and spoke to him: "You know, probie, feelings are such a thing..."

The Boss narrowed his eyes at him, but didn't say a word, instead continuing to read the file lying on the table in front of him.

But in reality, he didn't read a single letter, because in his mind he was getting very worked up:

"Feelings, feelings... I'm really bad at that area. Especially when I'm supposed to talk about them. Damn, I’m a man of action, not words!”

(To be continued in Chapter 3.)

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[writeraid]

some random thoughts I had while reading Moon Knight (2021) for the first time

Few quick disclaimers -

I'm writing this from the perspective of someone who got introduced to the character via the show and continues to enjoy (and find quite a bit of comfort in) the show. I like being able to enjoy multiple forms of the characters I find interesting. I know for the MOST PART the comic fandom isn't too bad about this and a lot of it is 'a mix of both' folk, but I just wanted to put this here.

Now that 2% of the comic fandom (possibly more) has decided to not be here: these are just sillies. No big deep dives or anything. Just me rambling.

And finally, I tired to collect these in order but Im writing this trying to ease myself to sleep so I don't exactly have the volumes in my hand to check. This isn't like...an issue by issue breakdown by any means.

Also I talk about Reese a lot I'm really sorry

Okay, we good? We good.

Pretttttty arrrttt

Potentially controversial take but from what I've seen Dr. Sterman doesn't get much love in the fandom compared to everyone else and I think thats a crime

reesereesereesereesereesereese

I came to the conclusion a while ago that all Marc's are theater kid levels dramatic and comic! Marc is probably the worst about it and I WAS RIGHT and I LOVE HIM.

Soldier! I don't have much else to say about this other than Soldier! I love him!

I don't know how to explain this but. Badr looks like a Muppet. Like not in a bad way. And im absolutely not making fun of artists and what not. But he looks like a Muppet. I also love him. Even if he's a little bit antagonistic at first. Muppet thing is probably unrelated.

I wanna make some Moon dart cookies now. Is that weird. That's probably weird.

8-Ball shows up for five seconds early on and I already love him.

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I'm already coming up with ideas for these folks to actually show up in my Shelter AU and a lot of them are based on the ideas someone gave me back in like December?? I think?? And I think this is making me want to write again. That's always a good sign.

Marc sleeps in a sarcophagus and his phone isn't even fully charged this man. Also as a proud member of the 'desperatly needs to replace the phone charger because its doing annoying things'... I can relate.

honestly tho I'd sleep in a sarcophagus. I like being cozy and boxed in when I sleep. But like. How is he breathing???

Tigra/Greer! Hi there! I also love you. Actually I was watching that live action Chip and Dale that came out a few years ago with a friend after I had read this issue and she shows up for approximately three minutes combined and the way I YELLED. Friend was a....bit concerned

im sorry I need to compliment the artwork against because I can actually HEAR that festival happening when I look at it. I wanna eat it. In a good way!

Marc makes a "kids and there damn phones" joke. THIS MAN.

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Soldiers mother reminds me of one of the old ladies in the apartment building I live in whose basically one of three of my surrogate grandmother's. I wish we could see her a little more. I love her.

Can we please talk about the fact that Marc is so damn committed to the aesthetic that he choose a bar called the 'BLUE MOON saloon' to use as his temporary base of operations? Unless there's another comic reference I'm missing.

maybe it's just the way my brain works and my constant need to focus too much on smaller characters but I REALLY wanna know what went down after Marc and Tigra left Winner and Dr. Sterman. Like what conversation happened and what not, y'know?

Reese gets to have a classic 'Scary Vampire' moment and I am SO HERE FOR IT.

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I have... admittedly a hard time forcing myself to give Steven an American accent but the worst part is the British accent I have in my head for him isn't even the one from the show the only 'posh accent' I know is just BRITISH

Soldier gets a lovely 'Quit Tellin everyone I'm dead!' moment and honestly y'know what. Good for him

I'm sorry??? The Vampire Nation of WHAT??? How can you just drop it on me that there's a group of vampires just hanging out in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone and just??? Not elaborate further??? And they have a human living with them??? Huh???

Honestly this whole 'The Structure' arc (??) feeds (heh) my vampire loving heart and I'm desperately wanting to make a new vamp oc..or ten...now.

I won't get too much into stuff about the annual with Marlene and such because I'm new here but I WILL say I absolutely love Diatrice and the little moment between her and Reese is ADORABLE and again I really wanna dive more into the Midnight Mission Folk side of my shelter AU now

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omg WILLIAM. LOOK AT THOSE BIG EYES. he's ADORABLE.

Marc I love you but you are... I wanted to hit you just a little bit here. Just a little bit.

Apologize for my jump here but NIGHTCLUB ISSUE LETS GOOOOO

I just love how it opens and I love getting to see the vamps and I love that Reese is wearing a dress with crescent moons and I love Jake here and I love that Marc almost certainly lurked on that rooftop until SOMETHING happened and I love Reese and I just really liked this issue

Still I wish I was better at writing 'missing scene' type fic because I would LOVE to explore just what lead to the whole staging for how this particular story gets told.

(Because the line that Dr. Sterman has that's somewhere along the line of 'Thats why you brought her here.' has a mildly interesting implication at least to ME especially if we're imagining Marc lurked on the rooftop until SOMETHING happened as mentioned above.)

so!! Issue 25!! Was a lot!! And this is already long enough as it is so I won't go on full ramble BUT I didn't know Layla ended up getting a comic introduction so THAT was cool. Also hey! Alexandria mention! (My mother has always been interested in Alexandria and everything related to it, gave me a middle name that's short for it and it has haunted me for all of my days lmaoooo.)

i still think Dr. Sterman deserves more love like I know she wasn't invented for this run but that only adds to my point.

Badr calls Reese and Soldier 'The Vampire Children' and my heart melted a little. I am...a severe sucker for found family... In case that wasn't obvious.

so Steven is in mostly all white when he shows up in this like..mind.. telepathy thing and I think that's an interesting choice because they do it in the issue with the dream-world stuff too and that same issue also has an interesting choice of character design for Jake that and... I'm sorry... potential controversial take incoming.. really does kinda look like they were at least partially basing it off of the show- I'm sorry! Don't hate me!

but seriously though Jake thing aside i honestly really do think the all white is a little nod to the show. Like they introduced Layla into the comics so like... Is it REALLY that far of a stretch?

Since this is a silly I won't go too much into the last few issues (mostly because I know MK ends up coming back because.. I mean it's obvious) but everyone's like..white suit 'uniform' or whatever design is AMAZING and I just.. you don't want me to start on the costume stuff because I could. I really could.

And finally...

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It's now 4:00am. I'm not editing this before I go to bed because I'm finally actually tired enough to sleep. I apologize if this is incredibly unintelligible or what not but..i dunno I..hope you enjoyed???