#avoidant reader is so me

[wildechildwrites]

Taken

Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: brief discussion of kidnapping/implied harm, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, brief/implied ghost/soap/reader

No use of Y/N

Summary: You and Simon are having a quiet night in, watching whatever's on TV when a silly question of yours pulls a serious response from Simon

AO3: Taken

Taken is on tv, half way through, and you and Simon are halfway watching it, curled up together lazily after dinner, sleepy and content. The kitchen in your small flat is spotless, dishes dried and put away properly, Ghost's mask on the counter. The weekend offers an enticing gap of nothingness, no chores to be completed, no work to be done, no deployment in the near future. You're drifting, soothed by the steady thumping of Simon's heart, his muscular chest cushioning your head, strong arms wrapped loosely around you, his fingers tapping a familiar rhythm that you can't quite place, like an old song on the radio. His eyes are on the screen, but every so often he leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“What if someone took me?” You're sleep drunk, the words stumbling out before you've really considered them, the sound of violence and Liam Neeson's gravelly tones in the background, almost drowning you out.

Simon stiffens beneath you, arms tightening, and you squeak at the pressure, the sound of his heart louder in your ear. His voice is flat like a blade, careful ease slipping off of him like an ill fitting coat. "I would never–"

"I know," you cut him off, too tired to pick up on the tension, nuzzling deeper into him. "But what if someone did? Do you think–" you stifle a yawn. "Would you come find me?"

Simon sits up fully, and you let out a huff of complaint, looking up at him with a ready pout, but any trace of playful drowsiness is chased away by the somber look in his dark eyes.

He grabs your face with one hand, strong fingers digging into your chin, forcing all your attention on him. “I would never let anything happen to you.”

“Si–” you start, but he cuts you off with a fierce kiss, your face still held firmly in his grasp, his mouth hot against yours, hungry and demanding. You let yourself be pulled into the sudden rip current of intensity, digging your fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt, warmth curling low in your stomach.

Simon drags himself away from you slowly, his mouth trailing along your jaw, his voice like crushed velvet.

“If someone took you, or tried to, or even looked at you for too long,” he presses a worshipful kiss at the base of your throat, dragging his nose lightly up the side of your neck to place another kiss under your ear, just the smallest hint of his teeth nipping at the soft flesh.

“I'd gut ‘em. I'd cut off their fingers and make ‘em eat ‘em.”

“That's morbid, Si.” You murmur reproachfully, and he huffs a laugh, all gravel, warm against your skin, and you can’t suppress a shudder at the sensation.

Simon leans in to kiss you again, his hands wandering. One settles on your hip, anchoring you in place, thick fingers kneading into the soft flesh, the other dragging up under the loose tshirt you wear to cup your breast, rough thumb rolling over your nipple. You squirm in his lap, the hard line of his growing erection pressing against you, and he drags his hand from your breast down to your shorts, slipping inside. The angle isn’t perfect, but Simon’s undeterred, his palm pressing against your clit as he glides a finger along your folds, teasing at your entrance.

“So wet,” his voice is like distant thunder, rumbling softly in his chest. “She knows I’ll take care of ‘er.” He presses his mouth against yours again, swallowing the noise you make when he slides a thick finger inside of you, curling it to stroke the sensitive walls, his palm grinding firmly against your clit. Simon adds a second finger and you whimper into his mouth, walls fluttering around him. He’s still got his hand on your hip, holding you in place, keeping you steady as he fingers you. His cock is rock hard in his sweats, and you break the kiss, leaning your forehead against his.

“Simon please,” you pant, not caring how desperate you sound, consumed by the hungry look in his eyes. “‘I need you.”

Simon abruptly stops his movements, fingers still buried deep inside of you. His face is flushed, his chest heaving as he breathes, iron intensity unwavering.

“I’d never let anything happen to you. Say it.”

When you don’t immediately respond, he grinds his palm into your clit, the fingers on your hip digging in hard enough that you know you’ll have bruises. “Say. It.”

“Simon I know–” You start to say, and he pulls his fingers out of you. Before you can even complain about the sudden emptiness, he's flipped you both over, pinning you beneath him. You gasp out, eyes wide, heart hammering in your chest.

“Never let anything happen to you. Say it.” He demands, shoving his sweats down, just enough to free his cock. It presses up against his stomach, flushed deep red and leaking. You feel yourself clenching instinctively, eagerly pushing your shorts down.

“You’d never–” Simon slots himself against you, giving you no time to breathe before he's pressing the head of his cock inside of you. You're still soaking from his fingers, and he slides in, both of you moaning at the sensation of him filling you. He's so big, making you feel impossibly full, and he barely pulls out before grinding his dick back into you, unwilling to part from you even for his own pleasure, keeping you pinned with the sheer weight of him, content to buck against you, breathing heavily against your neck.

Simon's single mindedness is impossible to deter, and even as he groans, hips shuddering against yours, he's repeating himself, "I'd never let anything happen to you. Say it."

You're past the point of composure, his pelvis rubbing against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars, his cock dragging against your walls deliciously with ever tiny motion. "You'd– nev–ah! Let– anything–” Simon sinks his teeth into your neck, and you cry out, clenching around him, your nails biting into his shoulders.

“If somethin’ happens to me,” he grunts, breathing heavily, finally drawing his hips back until just the head of his cock is inside of you. “Johnny'll take care of you. And he'd never let anything happen to you.”

"Johnny?" you gasp, and Simon surges forward, setting at a bruising pace that has you moaning, clenching around him with every thrust.

Simon speaks through the pleasure, swallowing his own moans, punctuating every thrust, his rhythm wild in a way that tells you he's going to cum soon. “Who's gonna take care of you?”

You're so close it almost hurts, the tension twisting, every thrust hauling you towards the edge, your brain leaking out of your ears, so consumed by the feeling of Simon inside of you, on top of you, all around you. “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Simon oh—” You clench around him with a sharp cry, body writhing in pleasure, your nails raking down Simon’s back.

Simon cums the same time as you do, his mouth on the crook of your neck, burying himself as deep as possible, cock twitching inside of you, warmth flooding your abdomen as he fills you. You’re both breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat, and he presses a soft kiss to your bare skin. You know you both need a shower, but exhaustion is creeping back in, the comforting weight of Simon lulling you into a relaxed state, temporarily ignoring the mess you’ve made of the couch. Simon seems just as content to remain on top of you, weight carefully shifted so he doesn’t crush you.

“You made Johnny promise to take care of me?” You yawn, trailing your hand up to stroke at Simon’s hair. He grunts, nuzzling against you.

“Made ‘em all promise. Johnny's just the only one who'd be able to fuck you proper.” Simon's softening cock twitches, and you smack him lightly on the shoulder.

“You're a pervert.” You say accusingly, and he just lets out another rough laugh. The silence between you two is comfortable, content, and you let your eyes drift closed.

“You're the only one who I want taking care of me” you murmur, turning your head to kiss Simon gently. He hums in response, halfway to dreamland.

Bonus:

The pub is dimly lit, football match playing, the muted sound of conversation worming through the space. Ghost is in their usual spot, the first round of beers sitting ready, still foamy. Johnny's freshly showered, his mowhawk damp and unstyled, an easy smile on his face as he slides into the booth next to Simon.

“How’s the missus?” Johnny asks, his eyes twinkling, and Simon waits until he’s taking a swallow of beer to answer, his voice casual.

“Made her say your name while she came last night.”

Johnny chokes hard, beer shooting out of his nose, spraying the table. He spends the next five minutes coughing, throat burning, his face bright red, and his eyes full of tears.

Simon just sits quietly, the corner of his mouth twitching.

[minimujina]

wanderer in his season of healing makes me so happy. i love that he is safe enough to become softer again, that he is regaining some of his previously “weak” attributes and finding peace with them. he is becoming measured and introspective, and thinking before he speaks, perhaps a result of both his healing and his melancholy; i think it’s beautiful that he is finally able to safely feel his sadness and process the things that have happened. he is simultaneously finding peace and feeling all the difficult emotions he previously consumed with anger. it is painful, but right.

his sense of humor is still intact, certainly rough around the edges as you’d expect, though much less biting than before. it’s easy to tell that most anything aggressive he says is a front, a front that he is no longer concerned with presenting as absolute truth. perhaps the front is his sense of humor, and his affection is all thinly veiled behind jabs and sour grumbles—he is not willing to divulge the intimate details of that, however, preferring to leave it up to interpretation.

i just think of him and his healing and i feel like if he were to fall in love, it would be such a sweet and gentle and quiet sort of thing, just like his newfound peace. he ponders over many things, brooding by himself as much as he can, though he occasionally allows space for others to brood with him. that, i think, is something unique he may grow in. there are people who cannot tolerate strong emotions in themselves and certainly not in others—but he is the kind of person who can. he is the kind of person you could sit with and exist in your sadness and just be sad, and that’s okay. he’s not offering words of comfort or anything, but he doesn’t need to. anything he’d say would be useless anyways, he knows what it’s like and knows that a presence is enough and existing in your emotions safely is enough. he can appreciate someone who is straightforward about feeling unwell, who doesn’t seek pity, who is alright with sitting in the mud. he will gladly sit with you, then, as long as you don’t expect him to get all mushy about things.

he would do well falling in love quietly, not having to beat around the bush. naturally, pieces would fall into place, and he’d find himself yearning to be in the presence of another in a way he’d never before experienced. he had never really wanted to be around anyone, had never sought out anyone’s presence. but once he has been treated gently, has fallen softly into the arms of a likened soul who has the patience and understanding to touch his rough edges without recoiling, he finds his third space being with this new safe person.

and despite his reluctance to be anything but mysterious and nonchalant, i believe wanderer in his healing season would become quite the romantic. not in the sappy sense, but in the quiet love sense i’ve been talking about. firm and protective, subtle and gentle, almost gentlemanlike if it weren’t for his falsely rotten attitude he enjoyed projecting. romantic in a princely way, in a reverently respectful way, in a grotesquely wholesome way.

only the most chaste touches and kisses; he’s still getting used to affection, and would abhor pda. in private he’s much more open to being touched, because he is safe. if he is not safe, he is deeply conditioned to be conscious of his vulnerabilities, and it’s something that will take a lot of time to override, if even at all. but it’s a massive and beautiful step that he is even willing to receive affection at all, that he would want it from a partner in any amount.

hates eye contact, likes playing with hands. likes tracing veins and creases in skin and freckles and scars; he finds them fascinating, as he has nothing of the sort on his artificial body. one of his unique ways he shows affection is what could be called “studying” you. he likes to brood (with you there; perhaps it could be called parallel brooding) and take your arm and trace all the splotches, imperfections, veins, tendons he can find. he likes to touch more than he likes to be touched i think. perhaps he becomes amusingly selfish in this way. perhaps he is more averse to receiving than giving the affection because his disgust towards himself still lingers. perhaps he still has harmful core beliefs to unlearn.

i think he is full of a love that is strong and quiet, a love that he gives so sparingly, and only in pieces, never all at once. unless, that is, someone comes along and manages to drag it all out like a magnet—his carefully crafted exterior is in pieces, just like that! but oh, once someone is in possession of his love, he begins to know them so intimately, more intimately than he lets on. he so deeply knows who he loves and he knows how to give and to take action and so he does it, silently, for he is adept at perceiving the needs of his loved ones. reading body language and facial expressions is second nature to him at this point; nothing can get past him.

he studies you wordlessly with the expression of a cat who loves and reveres its human, except it’s the kind of cat who believes it owns the human, not the other way around. you’re his responsibility that he has taken on like an extension of himself because he loves you, and you have loved him, and now he hardly wants you out of his sight. his journey of rediscovery and learning self acceptance has been mentally and emotionally arduous, but ever since you came in and made loving him seem so easy, he’s felt much more at peace, and has had the capacity to reflect and process with much more freedom to sincerely feel.

stupid fictional character i hate him i hate him so much he is not real and i hate him

[trashcanfills]

Some Ratio x Reader x Anaxa idea

Listening to Dr Ratio and Prof Anaxa's voicelines is interesting since it shows they interact with ppl differently, even though both are knowledge-seekers and experienced with academics.

Dr Ratio is serious, and doesn’t suffer fools gladly. If you're wasting his time, he's not going to bother with you. If you persist on annoying him with matters and concerns he doesn't want to deal with, Ratio will unleash his sharp tongue on you, attacking any weak points in your arguments and presentation. He is not a man to entertain any of your questionably dumb shenanigans.

Anaxa, in contrast, is perhaps more open to hearing you out. Don't assume that it's because he's nicer than Ratio lol. Anaxa has a sharp tongue of his own. It's just that he holds it and entertains conversations with idiots because he isn't as picky as Ratio on how he chooses to spend his time. I would even say he's a bit of a troll, finding amusement in hearing what others have to say first, letting them think that he is listening or supporting their arguments. That is, until they are done speaking, and Anaxa proceeds to open his mouth and starts criticising.

This gives me some idea for a Ratio x reader x Anaxa fic, where reader is a scholar or student who has interacted with both of them, either due to research projects or studying similar fields. (This can take place after Amphoreus gets freed from whatever cyclical bs is going on and is able to interact with the rest of the interstellar system or u can set this in a modern au)

It would be kinda funny if reader is distant from Ratio, but friendly towards Anaxa. Ratio, having a no-nonsense attitude and very high standards of academic conduct, makes any interactions with him feel daunting. Dealing with his criticisms can be exhausting, esp since he is so sure of his own stance on various matters and he might not necessarily listen to your opinions if he finds them lacking. Competent scholar yes, but constant debates can get tiring. It's less emotionally stressful to maintain a strictly professional relationship with Ratio.

For some reason, you still end up having to talk to him occasionally, even though you are not seeking him out at all. He keeps saying that he needs your opinion on some stuff, but most of the time it's not related to your field whatsoever?? Surely, there's plenty of other competent scholars in the Intelligencia Guild with more expertise he can consult from instead. You do admire Dr Ratio, but you would prefer to do so from a distance where his blunt manners don't directly agitate you...

Anaxa (or Anaxagoras, as he so prefers to be called), is a recent arrival to the guild, hailing from an isolated system. It's a lot more easier to talk to him, compared to ahem some other ppl, because at least Anaxa is more willing to hear you out? Granted, he acts strikingly similar to Ratio when responding to dumb shit, but Anaxa is not as stubborn. He seems eager to hear about what you do, which makes sense as he is curious to learn abt topics beyond what his homeworld had to offer. You are also interested in hearing abt how different schools of thought develop in his homeworld, mentally comparing them to the Intelligencia Guild and Genius Society.

Discussing all kinds of topics with him is quite fun. It’s a treat to see the glint of curiosity in Anaxa's eye whenever you share your own thoughts and experiences based on your travels to other worlds. Even better when he internalises them and asks questions of his own, to quench his own thirst of knowledge that lies beyond what he is familiar with. A thirst that you fully understand and reciprocate. (if only you knew how thirsty he is for you in a different way cough cough)

Hmm how odd it is that your interactions with Anaxa is a lot different from that with Dr Ratio, given how similar they both are.

Speaking of the two, it is inevitable that these two scholars will bump into each other sooner or later. With close proximity to you, one will definitely hear of the other at some point.

Ok I will be honest in saying that I'm not too sure how their interactions would be like if they ever meet. I like to think that their first meeting would be like...ok-ish? As in they both won't hate each other cus neither of them are idiots and they have similar ideals. But they don’t necessarily like each other, being the critical assholes they are.

The moment it registers to one of them that the other likes you, however? Oh boyyyy

Ratio, once he notices how much time you spend with Anaxa and how much you enjoy chatting with him, finds himself seething with jealousy in the background. Not that he realises it at first. He thinks that this ugly emotion churning in his heart is frustration at being unable to consult your opinions on the various research topics he's looking into. At least, not with Anaxa monopolising most of your attention.

Anaxa, who is definitely a bit more socially aware, picks up on the hostility from the doctor. It’s not long before he connects the dots between Ratio's persistence in seeking you out, and his obvious dislike of Anaxa. The professor is not even threatened by a potential rival, when he knows how much you vastly prefer him over the caustic doctor. If anything, he's visibly amused and smug about it, which of course ticks off Ratio even more.

Even you can sense the simmering tension whenever the three of you are standing in the same space. You can tell that Ratio and Anaxa don't quite like each other, but you can't exactly grasp the reason why. Asking Anaxa doesn't help. He merely mentions how he dislikes the way Ratio is bothering you despite your clear discomfort around him. Which. You suppose that makes sense yet why do you get the feeling it's a lot more than that? And Aeons forbid you ask Dr Ratio about this.

From an outsiders pov, it is very clear to everyone else what's going on. Not that anyone is willing to involve themselves, with those two hovering around. No one with a decent IQ and sense of self-preservation, wants to subject themselves to the scathing remarks of dr Ratio or callous responses from Prof Anaxa, or bother with the drama of it all.

Note: Man i would add a lot more thoughts esp with different possible dynamics with this two plus reader, like one where reader favours Ratio over Anaxa instead or reader who's aware enough to know what's going on. But this post is getting long enough lol so I'll just leave it as this for now.

Also, i'm not sure if I have characterise Ratio and Anaxa well enough, cus they are still very different people even with strong similarities. Would be happy to hear other ideas or interpretations of how an Anaxa and Ratio romantic rivalry (or potential threesome???) would turn out. Feel free to add on your own ideas, if u got any!

[neeeooon]

BACK AGAIN WITH ANOTHER POLL LETS GOOO

smu is coming to an end :’) but that only means new beginnings are ahead !!!

once i finish vgl, i will be working on/publishing tbp BUT i will also have my smu spin off! so there will be two ongoing smau hybrid series

that said, i want you guys to have a say, to based on the previous spin off poll, i (with the help of your lovely ideas!) came up with a few ideas for what’s to come after smu ❤️

(1st) itoshi rin

(credits to 🦊 anon!) as the drummer of bastard city, rin often gets overshadowed by the cameras, the lights, the fans. but not you! as a struggling artist with a knack for photography, you take THE photo of itoshi rin mid performance that has his popularity skyrocketing and rivaling that of even michael kaiser. and in return? you get a dm from someone who happens to be close to the band…

(2nd) shidou ryusei

after partying a bit too hard after a show, shidou wakes up in a bed that isn’t his with a ring on his finger and you tucked under his arm. but when you wake up, just as surprised as he is, you realize you’re married and t he divorce process is a lot more complicated than you thought… but what if shidou can’t get enough of you?

(3rd) itoshi sae

it’s no secret that bastard city shut down every agency that approaches them. they’ve built themselves around being self-made, but what about when the fame starts getting to them? more specifically, their most reliable and unofficial leader, sae? and what happens when the moment he starts to debate if being independent is the best for them, you, an intern for the largest music agency in japan, show up at his door?

(4th) bachira meguru

an accidental meet turned one night stand turns into something more when bachira can’t get your face out of his head. however, when he finally tracks you down with the help of some friends, you want nothing to do with him ! bachira’s response? to spam you with interesting facts until you finally agree to be “just friends” …

(5th) isagi yoichi

rival group!! yn is the lead singer of the rock band striker six, a group isagi yoichi happens to be a HUGE fan of. when he isn’t promoting his own band and achievements online, he’s hyping their band up instead. fans love stalking his liked posts, because 99% of the time they’re gonna find something striker six related…

[omi-boshi]

been having massive brainworms of yachi and kiyoomi meeting in college and becoming close friends + yachi having to play wingman for kiyoomi when he meets you

cannot stop thinking about unlikely friends yachi and kiyoomi. they probably first met during nationals in kiyoomi's last year in itachiyama. maybe she piqued his interest when he heard her tell hinata to go back to the bathroom and wash his hands properly. they met again in uni and stuck together until they graduated and had to part ways because of their career choices.

and it probably was a gradual thing too, how they became friends. with kiyoomi being generally prickly and yachi being so shy. they just started sitting at the same table one day in the library. then, small nods of acknowledgment became hesitant attempts at small talk. then, it turned into kiyoomi crashing into the chair across from yachi that he has deemed his throughout the semester and immediately complaining about some professor while yachi nods in sympathy. then, it turned into yachi buying two orders of her coffee for that day because she knew kiyoomi would try stealing her coffee under the guise of "i just wanted to try what sugary concoction you brought today, hitoka. c'mon." that he swears he doesn't like. they probably also have matching keychains that kiyoomi bought for them on a whim one day when he was out in the city. and kiyoomi was definitely the person yachi had on speed dial for when she went on dates that started well but ended up making her uncomfortable. and in turn, yachi was the first one he told about you, about the person he was paired up with for a class presentation. she was the first to notice when kiyoomi started crushing on you, even before he himself realized. to notice the way kiyoomi would stare at you longer than necessary, gaze warm with an undercurrent of longing. and the way it might not be as one-sided as kiyoomi deemed it was when she catches you stealing glances at him when you think no one was looking. and naturally, yachi is the first to set the both of you up, ditching the hangout the three of you planned with motoya and tsukasa (that was two weeks in the making, mind you) because "ah, sorry! a very important deadline was moved to today and motoya, tsukasa-san, and i haven't even done half of it." kiyoomi would be disgruntled at how bad that excuse was because the three of them aren't even in the same classes, let alone groupings. and he tells yachi as much. you are none the wiser of course. "i'm really sorry!!! i was so excited too :(( we'll make it up to you both okay? xo" yachi would send to you and to kiyoomi, "if you don't end up kissing them by the end of tonight, don't even bother texting me. good luck!" - [Today 10:19PM] thanks, hitoka

[mixtapedoh]

hi hi this isn’t a request, more of a “i do not have anyone else to scream about this with” BUT ANYWAYSS, idk if you listen to keshi but i was listening to Soft Spot on repeat and I cannot get woozi out of my mind send help. might have to start writing for svt at this rate. anyways back to studying for midterms i go, hope you’ve been well olive!

NOT A REQUEST BUT I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF BECAUSE FUCK YEAH YOU GET ITTTTTTTTTTTT.

also, hi jen <3 how are you <3 i have been habitually away from tumblr and that is my fault because i saw this like two weeks ago and was going to listen to the song you sent and then. simply did not. forgive me, forgive me, i am unworthy of such correct headcanons and vibechecks, but thank you for sharing them regardless.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ .⭒˚.⋆˙⭒.✮

.⭒˚.⋆˙⭒.✮

"so i was just talking to hoshi—" you opened the door to your apartment and set down your keys, tugging off your shoes and already mid conversation, as had become your habit, after moving in with jihoon. you paused for a half second, just long enough to wrestle off your other shoe, and from somewhere deep in the apartment, you heard jihoon's wordless sound of interest. i'm listening. "—and he is somehow under the impression that we are going clubbing with him and the others this friday."

you walked into into the main room, your steps soft and meandering, where jihoon sat on the couch, his guitar next to him and a notebook resting on his lap. he had a pencil twirling in his fingers, and when you caught his eye and asked, "do you know anything about that?" he looked down and pretended to write something.

"yeah, i told him we'd both go." his voice did it's best to feign casual disinterest.

"you told him? you??" the surprise in your voice was giddy and sweet, bubbling like a can of coke just popped, carbonation fizzing.

jihoon still didn't meet your gaze. "you've been saying you need an excuse to wear that new outfit you bought a month ago... and we're spending that night together anyway. i knew you didn't have any scheduling conflicts." he was mumbling this last bit, and the erratic twirling of his pencil did little to hide his nervousness. "two birds, one stone."

you had the buoyancy to laugh, warm as the late afternoon sun coming in through the window. "woozi. you hate clubbing."

he had to look at you, this time. if only to see how your face would melt further into affection and tender admiration. not that he was somehow any better — all the attention made his complexion rosy, and for the life of him, he couldn't wipe off this stupid grin. "but i love you."

"ji!!" the whole of you spun into a whirlwind of motion as the lovesickness hit you square in the chest. you covered your face in embarrassment, and when jihoon laughed, it only brought you somehow closer, now standing above him, your legs brushing the front of the couch. "you can't say that! makes me blush... makes me all stupid in love."

he managed to capture your pinky with his. "it's a good look on you."

you swatted his chest with your free hand, and jihoon pulled you closer, sitting you on his thighs and kissing you deeply. you intertwined your fingers with his, and after breaking away, kiss both of his cheeks. twice. for all that jihoon loves to claim he doesn't understand romance and doesn't believe in all the mushy stuff, he certainly always tries to get it right with you.

you kiss his neck, and jihoon sighs your name contentedly. you smile against his skin before pulling away to ask, "are you really gonna give up our inuyasha rerun night for clubbing with hoshi?"

his face contorts into a playful grimace, and you can't help but laugh at the expression. "that's when loving you becomes the operating part of my promise."

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[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!

[kamaluhkhan]

read below the cut if you wanna know more about each option ;))

HER CANINE TEETH IN THE SIDE OF MY NECK (werewolf!vi x vampire slayer!reader)

slightly canon-divergent....basically set during pit fighter!vi arc except in this world we've got vampires! and werewolves!!!! (can you tell i've been rewatching buffy the vampire slayer and first kill???)

so reader is also a pit fighter -- they literally meet for the first time when they're competing underground. the next morning vi wakes up with a wicked hangover in some stranger's apartment and that stranger is you! and your dog! vi doesn't realize this yet but you saved her drunk ass from a vampire anyways, you invite vi to train with you and some other girls, which she denies at first but vi's eventually like,, tired of the whole lone wolf thing but still very scared to let people in after what happened with caitlyn,, so she joins somewhat reluctantly and you become friends ("whoever wins the most fights that night picks up the tab for the bar.") and vi maybe has a crush on you but she tries very hard to keep her identity a secret.....while you're also trying to keep the whole vampire slayer thing under wraps....perhaps unsuccessfully, but i don't want to spoil it hehe. i will however share this moodboard thing that i spent a bunch of time at work making

IS IT CASUAL NOW? (college fwb!vi x reader)

SO this is probably my most self-indulgent fic oops - it's kinda inspired by leighton's arc in sex lives of college girls season 1! basically, vi's on the varsity soccer team and after a series of unfortunate events (anger issues, bad breakup) is put on academic probation and has to volunteer at the women's centre or else she'd get kicked off of the team. she goes for her first shift and she's like...that president looks awfully familiar?? and reader's like, yeah, i work at that bar you keep starting fights in....so off to a great start. reader and vi don't really get along at first bc obviously vi doesn't wanna be there and reader is just not having it so there's TENSION. but then vi's like ,, oh this actually isn't so bad??? these ppl are kinda cool??? and maybe wait is reader kinda hot??? and reader's like....maybe this angry butch lesbian has a soft heart (vi is the definition of looks like she could kill you and she COULD but is also a huge cinnamon roll). eventually turns into a friends with benefits situation. (yeah, we bang on the couch.....yeah, she's knee deep in the passenger seat eating me out vibes). but then there are like moments where it's like....are we dating? like, reader will run into vi at the library where she's checking out feminist literature and reader's like...since when are you into this stuff? turns out vi is taking a gender studies elective so she can impress reader; vi starts showering at reader's place after practice bc she just really loves smelling like reader's shampoo, and reader keeps her fridge stocked with those energy drinks vi is obsessed with; reader wears vi's jersey to one of her games, meets her family, and they insist that reader join them for dinner to celebrate (i fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner!!! your parents at the table, you wonder why i'm bitter!!!); one night vi is worried when reader doesn't show up for her shift at work so checks in on reader and turns out she's having really bad period cramps and is like super stressed so vi stays in bed with her watching movies until she falls asleep and then cleans up her apartment (vi is such an acts of service person!!!); they both hate doing laundry so they do it together on a sunday morning after spending all of saturday night fucking. something about being happy doing laundry and taxes with someone (iykyk). spoiler alert, it'll end with the centre in dire need of funding so reader's scrambling to save it and one day reader sees vi talking to her ex and gets super jealous but then vi's like ,, babe ,, i was trying to convince caitlyn to get her family to donate and it WORKED !!! so ,, yeah ,, reader is convinced vi's the woman she'll one day make her wife (and she's more than happy to get down on her knees for her oop). the centre is saved and reader and vi confess their feelings for each other and live happily ever after <3

GLORY AND GORE (the hunger games au)

basically sapphic katniss x peeta. vi and reader are picked for the 74th annual hunger games ,, they do the whole fake relationship for the camera thing that eventually turns into them needing each other to survive in the arena...and then after they're like oh shit not only can i not survive without you, i don't wanna survive without you.

LIKE SOME MISPLACED JOAN OF ARC (spiderverse au)

vi is spider-gwen spider-woman! she's in college, plays drums in a band, has an internship at some lab and spends a lot of her time saving the city but there's the lingering guilt that she couldn't save you (canon event: losing their first love). one day she's fighting some villian and....a portal opens? and she's transported into another universe?? the only place she knows of for sure is her apartment and when she knocks on the door, her heart almost stops -- because you're the one who opens it. turns out in this universe, you're spider-woman, dealing with some demons of your own (two canon events rolled into one: losing their first love and not being able to save the life of a police captain....and your vi was an enforcer). basically you have to work together to get vi back home and maybe fall for each other along the way even though you both really really don't wanna go through losing the other and it seems like it's inevitable. but, fuck the universe, right?

[eccentricallygothic]

why does it look like they are gonna fuck up buckys progress in thunderbolts? 🥲😔

[kakusu-shipping]

They're being freaks in my head someone help me.

[bunniemoth]

There’s nothing like not having enough hearts with an NPC at the start of a new play through. I’ve just been pawing at Sam’s door like a cat in heat. Let me in I need to rub up against your legs with my face.

[asrichin]

you wonder,

why he even stayed, why he tried to sort this relationship out. When it's clearly falling apart, and he's walking on eggshells.

Despite that, he still tells you “we can make this work,” as if you're both working on a puzzle that were about to finished. Yet, you doubt that it will, because you will pull it in the end— letting it fall and ruined.

because that's how it should've been.

[b1mbodoll]

humiliation and being forced to voice what you want…

[thechaoticdruid]

Friendly reminder that Astarion is canonly Pansexual🩷💛🩵 and doesn't give two shits about what Tav's gender is.

(My Tav Winnie in the picture.)

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Hii so glad to see you opening your requests again! :)

Could i please request ⛓️🥰🌶️? Could just be some general headcanons, and there’s no rush! Thank you so much. ❤️

Roses Aren't Always Red - Romantic Spice Ray Watkins Headcanons

Warnings: Talk of his crimes both past and present (the war, kidnapping, drug smuggling, stuff like that), general spiciness mentions in the second half without smut.

Pre-Notes: Y'know how I typically write my requests at work since I work alone for 7 hours? Yeah well now dad is insisting two people be there at all times, so unless I get bailed on it's very difficult to write smut next to my sibling or father ;w; Might have to work on multiple at a time and save the smutty ones for the safety of home this year OTL

Notes: Okay I almost failed this and did a fic, but then it wasn't romantic or spicy in the 4k of buildup I had going on, so that'll be something else hehe in the meantime, here's your headcanons (aka a very broken up fic I'm so bad at these)! While I don't see pure romance with someone like Ray, I've been excited for this one from the moment it popped up in my inbox, and I'm so glad I finally got to it, I hope you enjoy 💗 It feels like there's a fine line between him and Murdoc with the way I wrote these, that makes it interesting for me, I'll need to work on both this year so they feel different.

By nature, Ray isn't a romantic man. He's smooth, and cocky, and flirts like the dickens, but romance has never been in the cards for him. Something changes when he meets you while in your city for a job, something you don't notice because you don't know him, but he does. It's been a long time since his wife and child became a part of his past, a long time since the war, and even then he isn't sure if he ever loved them considering how fast he enlisted. But you throw him for a loop, and he knows it.

He doesn't talk about his past with you, he's a different man in each city he does jobs in, but when you're together and he's listening to you talk about your own life, a part of him thought buried almost wants to come out, share as well. It never does, not because he's guilty or worried about the consequences, but because he doesn't care, he did it, so what, and everything that does come out is a lie, that's his idea of sharing.

He hasn't done a dinner date in over a decade, back when he was married and not legally dead, so when you're the one to invite him out, he pauses. Being legally dead allows him to walk around like an invisible man, having a fake name in each city helps as well, but something about being seen with you, of being openly witnessed by people in that way makes him stumble. He agrees, but only if you do it at your place, since his is only temporary, and when he arrives he brings cheap fake roses with the excuse that they never die, so you'll never have to throw them out.

With time comes effort, and more excuses to stay. The job is over, he pulled it off and got paid days ago, but whenever he tries to pack up and move onto the next target or deal he thinks of you. He thinks of the way you'll text his burner and get nothing, of how you'll visit the usual places and no one will have seen him. He's had hookups before, pretty people met in bars and brought to sleazy motels for a bit of fun, but you're different, you brought him to your place to have dinner, not sex, and every time he thinks of it he unpacks everything again.

He takes another job and finally goes, it'll just be for a week he promises as you walk down the street, something quick to grab a few snacks for the road and to give the buyer time to get the money together, kidnapping jobs were never easy but damn if he didn't love them. He considers taking you with him, imagines snatching you up and bringing you to a new city where you can be like him, but you have family and friends here, a life. He's never thought of anyone else like that before, taking them the way he can't take you is easy, a fast way to get money without getting his hands dirty. You don't feel the dirt when you hold his hand and walk through the doors with him.

He thinks of you on his trip, sees your face in strangers the way he never saw his wife, not even overseas. He puts more minutes on his burner so you can tell him about your day, say how much you miss him, and he promises another date when he gets back, his treat this time. Part of it feels empty, he could go now after this job, move on again, but when he pulls up next to the target and carries them to the trunk out of sight all he can do is feel your body pressed against his chest. He drops them off, gets paid, and flies back before the actual drop is confirmed.

He rents his temporary place for a little longer, cleans it up, imagines his old life of domesticity as he does. It's still not for him, but he does get real roses this time, and the scent of them fills the place along with you when you arrive. He doesn't cook, but the money from the latest job is more than enough to order out, and you're none the wiser as you kiss him hello like it's been months instead of days and tell him everything smells delicious.

He gets another call the day he decides he'll stay a little longer, get his fill of you so he can go back to travelling. This one is local, a smuggling job that the dealer needs help with, the client some high profile rich kid who wants to party like he'll never die. But he will, and Ray doesn't care, even though the job itself is annoying it'll pay well. He doesn't have anyone to help so he makes sure you're safe at home when he goes out, finds a place for the deal to happen, pays off security, makes sure everything will go down as planned. The drugs are the good stuff, the odds of the party ending without tragedy are low, but he gets an envelope filled with cash and he uses it to take you to the movies, something you've been excited to see. In the end you don't see much of it with his mouth finding your neck as soon as it gets dark. When the drugs hit the street as a result of negligence and greed you openly feel sorrow for those it hurts while he drives you around in the car he bought you with the money the drugs paid for.

He understands why people want to surprise their partners with gifts after the first month comes and goes, the longest he's been anywhere since he re-entered the States. He sees things and imagines the look on your face, wants to see it, spends more of the money he received from hurting people in order to see you smile. You keep telling him he doesn't have to keep giving you gifts, and he thinks of his wife, who always expected things from him. He isn't sure if he's getting them to spite her, or because he wants you to be happy, but surprising you with something more expensive than his own wife's wedding ring brings a fire to his gut that he hasn't felt in a long time. He wants to spoil you, he wants you to tell him repeatedly that you can never be able to repay him for it, so he can tell you that you can always repay him in other ways. He's never been with anyone this many times, but he never tires of the sight of you between his legs no matter how many times he sees it.

The time has been short, but he puts out a longer lease on his place when you start leaving things behind in it. He still has to go, he could never be happy with domesticity, but he can pretend he is when you curl up on your couch with him and rest your head on his shoulder. You've learned everything you can about him by now, everything but what he did, because then you'd have to know his real name. You know about his wife, how he's fully abandoned his child with her, and you find yourself often playing with the place where his band used to rest around his finger. You've joked about getting him a new one, but those thoughts are dangerous to a dead man, where he has to exist to give you what you want, so he jokes back about eloping far away, stealing you from the world so you can be his. It makes you blush, but he means every word.

You're his, he decides that when he goes to visit you and finds someone else in your house. It's an old friend you tell him, someone you haven't seen since college, but the way he holds you, laughs at your words, stares at you when you're not looking, it all tells the real story. You send the old friend away, you've got a date after all, but instead of going to your destination he brings you back home where he locks the door and tears off your clothes like he never has before. You're almost afraid of him, but you've been waiting for over a month for him to stop holding back, and he doesn't let you go home that night, the thoughts of how easily he could make that man disappear keeping him awake as you sleep beside him.

He's more open with his wants after that, his desire to be near you when he isn't working. The thought of leaving and someone taking his place like all the other past hookups has him calling this what it is, a relationship, his first in over ten years, and he lets you know it all the time. He comes up with sickeningly sweet nicknames to placate you, to call you in front of others who see you together, some to even call you when you're alone in bed. You tell him to stop each time, your name on his lips is fine enough, and you call him by the fake name on the ID he had made up for this job, now very long over. He wants you to call him Ray, but Ray is dead, and the reason why would make you leave, so he swallows up each letter of the lie as you moan it into his mouth over and over.

When he leaves again he brings you with him, the location isn't worth a vacation but the old friend is still in town and he'd rather risk you catching him than risk breaking your heart by killing him. He gets a fancier hotel than the usual cheap motel to tide him over, doesn't regret the price when he sees you spread over the expensive blankets as you stretch out your back and legs from the long trip. You almost make him late to talk details, because he can't bring himself to detach his mouth and hands from your body, gentle warmth that he won't feel when he confirms why he's there. When he gets back later you've helped yourself to room service and a movie, and he eats you up without even touching the food before you can even wonder why he's back so late.

You go back home like nothing happened, like he didn't just ruin another person's life, and when he drops you off you ask him if maybe he'd like to try living with you. He says it's too soon, but he knows he'll never be able to leave if he has to wake up to you every morning, the temptation is just too strong. Plus, hanging around you this much is bound to draw attention, it isn't like he has a big list of enemies who hunt him down, he's the enemy here, but he's done a lot of bad things, and the aftermath of that party has him actually worried for you. You're upset but you hide it when he drives off, and he takes it upon himself to call in some contacts to take care of everyone left who knows he set up the deal.

At two months in, he makes a copy of your key when you're not looking. He knows he can ask for it, but he'd rather keep you unaware and thinking that it's still too soon. It hangs on his keychain with the others, hidden in plain sight to you, but he wants it in case anything ever goes down. It shouldn't, he's still far from everyone who knew him in his past life, but loving you makes him paranoid instead of cocky. With his army training he can take care of you, but you don't know he was in the army, so he continues to say that he works out to counter all the junk food he eats when you meet up for takeout and drinks. You don't argue, you think his body is beautiful and it feels perfect under your hands, to which he says the same to you, and for the first time in his life he worships you instead of just distracts you from his old scars.

A job brings him back to LA for the first time since he enlisted, and he almost turns it down. It isn't until he learns that his mother, when asking for a place to stay to keep him away from prying eyes, is sick and dying. They haven't kept up since he told her he wasn't dead, his sole confident only by blood, and he tells you that story when he goes down there. You want to go, you want to meet her before she passes, but he won't let you, he can't risk everything coming to light and losing you. It's funny, he doesn't care much about his own mother dying, but the thought of you finding out everything he's been hiding makes him want to turn the job down. But he doesn't, he never does, and sure enough he gets found out. He calls you that night, needs to hear your voice in case they're smarter than they were the last time he saw them, but you disarm him immediately, and he gets off to your voice in his car while he waits for his associate to meet him instead of telling you he might not make it back.

He finally gets caught in the act during another kidnapping, some important girl he barely cares about for once because the sooner this is done the sooner he can get out of there and back to you. They catch him right before she's hidden away, he can't talk his way out of it like this, so he brings Ray back to life in order to take the man who forced his hand down with him. He's charged for it which prompts an investigation to see what else he's been up to, and that's how they find you. You were on your way regardless, his mother called you from his burner to meet the person who stole his heart when no one and nothing else could, so you're picked up at the airport the second the LAPD get eyes on you. You find out who he is through them, the past two months nothing but a lie, and when they conclude that you really did know nothing, they apologize for being used, because that's what he does to people, and try to send you home. You refuse though, you want to look at the man you'd been waking up to for months and have him say it all to you, but the second you're in front of each other again all he wants to do is hold you, and you feel the same.

You stay and watch over his mother while she's in the hospital, he can't pretend he's there for her after being caught, and you can only visit him when they're done putting his missing past back together. He's got claims of it, one big circle of He Said He Said, his word against a respected officer's. He talks his way out of all of it apart from the war in order to bring the strike again, and in the end they get him for the kidnapping only. It'll separate you, he'll have to stay because for all his slickness, he told them to catch him and they did. You visit before you have to leave, you have to go back to your life and his mother is gone, you can't move everything down there to be with a supposed war criminal as well as a confirmed kidnapper. He's surprised, you should've left by now, tries to get you to go already, but you saw the parts of him that weren't an act, you keep insisting that the way he held you wasn't a lie, even though he loudly says it was for the cameras. In the end you go, but not before reaching across the table and pulling him forward by the collar, his necklace in their custody now and making you improvise. You kiss him, and again you disarm him as everyone rushes forward to separate you for good, and you taste each other when you board the plane and he gets sent off to his cell.

Having lots of money from dirty jobs and friends in high places makes sure the charges don't stick on technicalities, lots of bullshit tossed around until he's out again. You'd never know, he could go anywhere he wanted to stay off their radar considering they were able to find you. He could do one good thing and keep you safe, but the moment they give him back his things and he sees your house key next to the others he knows he can't. He brings you one final surprise in the form of a visit, he can't stay long, and you take the flowers from his hand that he clearly grabbed from your neighbour's garden, put them in with the fake roses he'd bought you that you still kept in a vase, and pull him inside. He doesn't have long, you know he doesn't, but you have no trouble shoving him onto the bed so he could make up for every second he was away.

You keep him for hours longer than he planned, but you've always had that power over him. He eats a good meal, tells you some of his past, the real reason why he left his family, explains the many trips he's had to take. You almost hate him for it, to know you were used this much, but when you get up to throw him out he tosses you a small box. Inside is a phone, not his burner, and your number is the only one inside, so he can keep you, no more extended minutes. It's just as good as a ring, and you add his new number to your own phone after stripping him down and learning about every scar he tried to hide from you. He tells you everything as he sits on the end of your bed and does up his belt, your suitcase on the dresser and stuffed with clothes for all seasons, and while hearing it does give you pause, you finally get to call him Ray when he helps you carry everything to the car he bought you. You don't know where he's taking you, but you'd much rather lose your name than lose him, and sleeping with him overseas in some random hotel while on the run is somehow the most romantic thing he's ever done for you, simply because you know he's yours.

[pastafossa]

Created a tumblr account just for this, but would it be possible and would it be okay, if I made a hardbound book version of The Red Thread for my personal collection?

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FINE, MY FRIEND! Literally my only rules to ensure the Mouse House Snipers do not take me out is 'do it for personal use only' and you've got that covered, so bind away! That goes for anyone who wants to bind TRT for their own shelf. As long as it's not sold, and only for personal use, I'm cool with it. ❤️