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Hello! May I ask, what Final Fantasy characters can be requested? Will it be okay to request Cor (FFXV) or Reeve or Cid (both - FFVII)? Many thanks! 🌸

General Relationship HCs (Cor FF15)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗳𝟳 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁) 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗰𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You know the phrase “asshole to the world, sweetheart to his girl” ??

That’s him with you

Of course, you don’t completely soften him up

Like, he’s very much capable of saying “No,” to you and he does not spoil you rotten (most of the time)

But you do see a side of him that is MUCH softer and less serious than what others get to see (especially when he’s fighting lmao)

After all, you’re not at all related to his work as the Marshal of the royal guard

You're the one place where he can relax and be someone who isn’t Cor the Immortal

But, also expect him to be really protective and touchy because of that

He knows that the world is a dangerous place, and the fact that he can’t always be with you drives him to always want you close whenever you are near

So just humor him with that, okay? He needs it more than you could ever know

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Hello!!can you do a natsuya kirishima x female reader who is a year younger than him and is also short, and natsuya always teases the reader about her height, (they are also dating btw) pretty, please?

Thank you!

Fifteen Minutes (Natsuya Kirishima x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗷𝗼𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝘆. 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲! 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿. 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗶𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 "𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹" 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 (𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝟲'𝟱. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗰 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁???? 𝗟𝗢𝗟)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Fifteen minutes. That’s just about all the time you have. Fifteen minutes.

If you had it your way, this time period would be longer. You would have from the very moment classes end to the second he has to step out on the pool deck and start leading club activities. But it’s not that easy. You have to start packing up your stuff. You have to dodge everyone’s attempts to start a conversation with you about the last lesson just after it ended instead of waiting until you’re all walking home. You have to hope that you weren’t on duty today or that your teacher didn’t need you for an errand that just couldn’t wait until tomorrow (yet somehow could wait until you were rushing out of your seat). And of course, you would just have to hope that things weren’t so busy on Natsuya’s end either. 

But you know they are. You know they always are. At least, you could only imagine they would be. He leads a club. He’s a respectable and dependable student. And he’s a third year, for crying out loud. In your eyes, it feels like busy must be his middle name.

Still, you cherish them. You're fifteen minutes with him right after school. 

You know you just saw him at lunch. You know you can see him at certain times, passing through the hallway. And you know he’s all yours for the rest of the night the second he comes climbing through your bedroom window on the nights he decides that he just won’t be able to sleep without you in his arms. You know that. You really do. 

But still, he’s your boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend, and despite all the time you do have, you miss him in the moments you don’t have together. You miss him ridiculously so. That’s why you cherish him. That’s why you cherish those measly little fifteen minutes you share between the end of the school day and the beginning of the swim club. Even though you wish they were longer.

“Woah! You’ve gotten taller since I’ve last seen you!”

Even though you wish he would stop spending half of those precious few minutes teasing you.

“Natsuya!” You call his name, a frown overtaking your face as you swat away the hand he uses to reach out and ruffle your hair. He dodges your attempts pretty easily- just by holding his hand a little above your head and lifting it away every time you swing your arm in his direction. You land a lucky few hits, and he chuckles at your efforts. But you’re no match for him. He’s just getting to be too tall for you. And as much as you hate it, you both know it. Still, that doesn’t mean you’ll just go down without a fight. “Keep this up and I won’t visit you before your swim club meets anymore! Or lunch!”

You cross your hands in front of your chest as you stare him down, twisting your lips into a deeper, more serious-looking frown. But Natsuya knows you. He knows you a little too well.

Because just a few seconds after you make your empty threat, he sees right through it. And as soon as he does, he throws his head back and lets out a warm laugh, his goggles dangling and bouncing around his neck as his shoulders shake with the force of his laughter. The kind of laughter and humorous sight that instantly has you softening up and smiling as well (even though you know good and well that he’ll be right back to messing with you in just a few seconds). The sound bounces off the walls of the empty hallway the two of you have hidden yourselves away in. 

It’s much farther away from your classroom than it is from his. But it’s close to where the pool is located. That means while you’re rushing to get here, Natsuya is hurrying it up to the closest bathroom where he can change into his swimwear. All so he’s ready to go the second his fifteen minutes with you is up and not a second sooner. Just for the chance to spend a couple minutes- a couple seconds, really- more together. 

But it’s your hallway. The one where his teammates now know not to come through lest they want to walk in on some horribly cheesy PDA. The hallway your friends don’t even know exists. Because you know if you told them, they would stop at nothing to catch you in the act of giving your boyfriend a dumb little good-luck kiss just so they can never let you live it down. But it’s your hallway. Just like it’s your schedule.

And it's a clunky schedule, sure. You know that. You both do. You both know that it doesn’t always work too. And trust and believe that you’ve tried to make it work so many times. You both have. But things happen. Sometimes you’re a little slow to get here. Sometimes he’s a little slow to get ready. Sometimes, you don’t even have all fifteen minutes. 

And sometimes, you don’t even get to see each other.

But you still try.

You keep trying to pack up a little bit earlier and earlier each time. And Natsuya tells you he does the same too. You dodge questions. He dodges a few before-club responsibilities too. You do it all for the sake of fifteen minutes. You do it all for the chance to swap quick stories and funny little memories from the classes after lunch that you just can’t wait to tell each other. You do it all for him to toss his arm over your head and make fun of you for being short. You do it all just for the chance to withhold the kiss on his cheek he always asks for so he can get a proper send-off. 

And you do it all in fifteen minutes.

You could wait until after his practice. You could try to find other pockets of time to be with him. You could do this. You could do that. You could do a lot of things. But it’s hard. And after a couple of hours at school, you find that despite everything, you miss him. You just do. And he misses you too.

That’s why you both rush. That’s why you both dodge questions and conversations and responsibilities and who knows what else after class. That’s why you run through the school, looking for your hallway. That’s why he keeps his swim gear nearby- ready to go at a moment's notice. That’s why you rush towards each other. Because you can’t imagine a relationship- a world where you didn’t want this. A world where you didn’t try for this. Because at the end of the day, it’s just fifteen minutes. But it’s your fifteen minutes. Your fifteen minutes with him.

“Oh, come on! I know you love me too much not to visit me during school!”

And you’d be damned if you intentionally wasted even a single second of it.

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when you do start taking requests again would you take requests for Zeno Zoldyck?

yeah, totally!

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*muah* a kith for my favorite author

MWAAAH! an even bigger kiss for my favorite anon hehehehe >:}

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Are you taking requests for head canons right now?

nope! like it says in my bio, requests are closed!

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Hey, a new fan here! I really love your Spike oneshots, so I came to try my luck here (◍•ᴗ•◍) Something like Spike taking the reader to a zoo or aquarium because he wants to please them (reader oblivious to his feelings because I always find it cute in my mind, anyway-). Thanks 🐴🤍

Going to the Aquarium Together HCs (Spike Spiegel)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗮𝘄𝘄𝘄, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲!! 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗰𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁!! 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson @skylardarling @sachimz @roronoaism @itzmymelody @myfangirlfanfiction @24hour-xixi

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Aquarium 1000% bc zoo was never an option (he’s not trying to be somewhere where it smells - even if it’s for you LMAO)

But he probably plans in ahead of time to make sure that the two of you could spend the entire day there without interruption because goddamnit, he’s getting his money worth out of this expensive ass ticket

And he’s definitely spending most of his time watching you watch the fish

Because why the hell would he pass up on the chance to enjoy your presence and your beauty  over some fish

Of course, there are a few exhibits that he’s personally interested in and will look at alongside you, 

But most of the time he’s admiring you as you explore the place

Literally the whole day, he’ll let you tug him along and chat his ear off and literally do whatever

And he’ll even treat you to a few souvenirs and the overpriced lunch the place probably sells just to make sure the day was extra special (and bc he can’t help but spoil you)

It’s no fancy dinner on an expensive boat or anything, but the fact that you’re just so happy and thankful and even asking him if the two of you could have more days like this?

That’s more than enough for him

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Free! M.list

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 =  ➼   𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 = ✧   𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 =  ❊   𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 =  ♡

Rin Matsuoka x Reader

Delayed Start✧

Took a while for the two of you to get to this point. But you're here and that's what matters most.

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Hi ;-)

may i request a Azula x premature born teeange female reader who didnt show signs of fire bending yet but thanks to her „Zusa“ this power is finally show. Itself.

Training with Expert S/o HCs (Azula)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆! 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗰𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Before Azula, you couldn’t even get a candle’s flame to even lean in your direction- it was just that bad

And coming from a family of moderately powerful fire benders, being born premature and having your bending (or lack there of) suffer from it made finding a place and respect in your family next to impossible most days 

Luckily, Azula saw something in you that your other family members refused to see: potential

You honestly didn’t even know she was “training” you for the longest time

After all, everything started with her just asking for some alone time with you in her room, and then her yelling at you to “harness your energy” and “breathe better.”

But the moment all that yelling accumulated into you creating the tiniest fraction of a spark from your fist, it all made sense

Now, you’re still severely behind everyone else your age, considering how new you are to bending

But it’s all thanks to Azula that you’ve been able to gain some of your confidence back and realize that you’re not the failure you used to think you were- you’re just a late bloomer 

Despite her initial annoyance and frustration with your lack of progress, she still prefers that you rely on her and not show off your new “skills” to anyone since you’ve grown on her after all this time <3

Just don’t tell anyone that she did this for you! Even though she likes you now, she’ll still find a way to make you regret it lol

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Hiii just wanted to know if your request box is open or not since I've seen you answer a few requests but your bio still says its closed; just wanted to know if I missed a post detailing anything or wtv

Hope you're doing well !!

yup, they're closed. im not accepting any new requests at the moment, but i still have to write and post everything that was sent in before i closed my requests (which is a couple months' worth of stuff). but once they're open again, feel free to send in your request!

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ran as soon as I saw that you're willing to write for free! pleaseee anything about natsuya or rin 😭 and I love love LOVE your writing so much

Delayed Start (Rin Matsuoka x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂! 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀! 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀- 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Rin had asked you to help him draw an ice bath.

It’s a first for you. As in, he’s never asked you to help him draw an ice bath. You knew he took them. It’s what he would tell you that he was going to do every time he sent you home from the pool early. And you know they’re good for swimmers- for athletes in general. All your time playing rookie assistant for the school’s nursing staff has taught you that ten times over. But as far as you know, all this time, you were just supposed to be there to time him whenever he decided to practice solo. That’s what he told you, at least. 

You weren’t really needed for anything else. Anything beyond using a stopwatch, really.

Of course, he didn’t seem to mind that you were always ready with his water bottle or his towel whenever he needed it. And he didn’t exactly complain whenever you would show him the videos you took of his form while in the pool. But he wasn’t telling you to do that for him. Nor was he telling you to send him the videos after you showed them to him. 

Yet, he would always watch them. You know because you would find the read receipts on the messages to always be just a little after you had left the pool. You know because you caught him rewatching the videos on his own time. Even though he tries to hide it from you. 

Although you didn’t love all your work going mostly thankless, you never took it personally. You heard from his sister early on that he has a lot going on in his head that’s made him this way. His competitive nature. His time abroad. Old rivalries beginning anew. The dreams he wants to accomplish. You can’t even begin to understand him. He’s never opened up to you about any of that stuff, after all.

Besides, he was never mean to you. He was a little cold and standoffish. He could be intense and a little rough around the edges. But he was never mean. So you didn’t mind helping him. And it made you feel good when you were being useful. Even if he didn’t exactly show it that often. But that’s what made this moment so special.

“Could you…could you get the bath out for me? And an extra towel?”

That’s what made you so happy. So, so happy to be here. To be helpful.

Rin was still in the pool when he asked. He was just floating idly by the edge as he handed off the water bottle you gave him back to you, the water rippling and splashing together with his every move. His goggles were already pushed up to rest on his forehead. And he was still panting a little as he held onto the tile surface of the pool’s edge and looked up at you. 

You saw his face fall when he noticed you already had your backpack on. And despite this being a rather new occurrence, you didn’t think anything of it. And why would you? It’s not like he would say anything. He had always dismissed you whenever he was done with his last lap. Plus, it was getting late after all. The sun had set a long time ago. And the moonlight can only shed so much light on your pathway home. 

But he did. He did say something.

“Could you…could you get the bath out for me? And an extra towel?”

And you almost didn’t process it at first.

“Huh?” You had responded at first, the sound leaving your lips dumbly. It took a few seconds for you to take Rin’s request into your brain as you were just so caught off guard by it. In the time it takes you to realize that he asked something of you that didn’t involve timing his laps, Rin’s lips began to tug downwards into the shape of a frown as he shrank back a little into the pool. But a second later, you caught on. And in no time at all, there was a bright smile on your face. One that probably looked far too eager to help with tasks such as setting up someone else’s ice bath at who knows what time in the evening.  “Oh! Yeah, of course! Are you sure, though?”

Still, there were unspoken questions there as you spoke your last few words, even between the beaming smile you had on your face. Unspoken questions that you hoped to communicate with both your lingering tone and your eyes as you held the boy’s gaze. You hoped he picked up on it. And knowing him, he probably did. Still, you had to know. You had to ask:

Are you sure this is what you want? 

Are you sure you want my help with this? 

Are you sure you want me to stay longer?

It’s a little dumb to question it now. Especially since you’re questioning what they literally just asked you to do. But you know it’s dumb. You know this. You know this…but you didn’t want to get too excited. You didn’t want to think you were making progress that wasn’t actually there. You wanted to be close. You did. You really did. Despite all his prickly edges and his intense nature, you liked Rin. You liked the boy you would sometimes see underneath those guarded walls. You liked the boy who would unknowingly show off that little shark-tooth smile whenever you were ready to hand off a freshly topped-off water bottle. You liked the boy who pushed himself harder than others would push him simply because he wanted- no, he needed this for himself. Whatever “this” is.

“It’s fine. You can help. Plus, I would…”

But you still wanted to be close to him. You supported him. You wanted to be there for him. And most of all? You wanted to be more than just the one person with a stopwatch who was willing to put up with random late nights at the pool with little to no thanks for all your effort. But now?

“I would really appreciate it, thank you.”

You’re starting to think he might want that too.

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I was looking for a Faye valentine x MALE! reader for two days! after reading your Spike spiegel x reader oneshots I was asking if you can make a request of Faye valentine x male!reader, that the reader sometimes pet Faye hair meanwhile she is reading a magazine?

I LOVE YOUR STYLE HOW YOU WRITE!!

And All Her Thorns (Faye Valentine x Male! Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Moments like these exist few and far between.

Right now, Ein is snoozing his little head off while laying against the cool surface of the ground, just a couple feet away from where you’re sitting on the couch- arms resting along the backside. Jet is busy running errands and getting the rations needed for the ship to survive. Spike is who knows where at this point. And Ed is off somewhere on the ship- either very, very far away or currently up to no good. Either way, you can’t hear her giggles. And for now, you’ll think of that as a good thing. 

Because that means there’s no one here to interrupt you or your little peaceful moment. There’s no one here to step in and shake up the calm, quietness of the moment. And it’s starting to get a little hard to believe. After all, things have been nothing but hectic since you’ve joined the crew. 

In your few short months here as the latest stray picked up by the Bebop, you’ve found that there’s rarely a dull moment with these people. They’re always short on money. They’re always breaking something. They’re always looking for someone. They’re always looking for something. They’re always running from their past. Sometimes, they’re running towards something new. You just couldn’t catch a break.

But now?

Jet’s not around to rope you into helping him fix something. Ed’s not pulling your arm and tugging you every which way as she begs you to play with her. Ein’s not looking for attention. And Spike’s not having you tail him just because he started a mess that he didn’t feel like putting in the effort to finish alone. None of the people are around. None of these things are happening right now. Nothing is happening right now.

Because right now? It’s just you resting on the couch and watching TV on a volume near mute as a lazy little mutt snoring just a few paces away. 

Well, it’s just you and the pretty girl flipping through a magazine as she curls up to you. 

All while paying you no attention at all. Not that you mind it, of course.

Because Faye Valentine is your weakness. She’s your only exception. She knows it too. Because in a ship full of people with a whole lot of demands for you, she’s the one you’re most happy to listen to. Sure, she can be a lot. She has high standards (ones that are still much, much too high for the type of money you all bring in) and very little patience to go along with it. But fuck, she’s pretty. And she’s not so bad when you decide to finally hold your ground. Plus, you don’t really mind asking “How high?” whenever she asks you to jump. She just has that type of hold on you.

So when she strutted into the TV and plopped right now on the couch right beside you, you let her without so much of a word or look in your direction, you let her. And when she kicked her legs back and leaned into your side as she flipped open her magazine and began to read through, you welcomed her. How could you not? You weren’t doing anything important. She wasn’t bothering anyone like this. She certainly wasn’t bothering you like this.

But what can you say? You’re just a sucker for pretty girls. You’re a sucker for this pretty girl in particular. Her and all her thorns. 

That’s why your sudden urge to reach out to cuddle her back isn’t so surprising to you, despite how much you know it’s a bad idea. But it’s tempting. It’s tempting being so close and knowing that one wrong move now with just have her rolling her eyes at you kicking you off the couch so she can take it all for herself. It already took her long enough to tolerate you even breathing the same air as her. It was only recently that she started initiating contact with you. 

But wrapping your arms around her right now? Yeah, that could just kill any progress you’ve made with her. That would just destroy your reputation- any sense of “cool” you’ve managed to build up in her eyes. Because you know you would just mess things up. You know you would just embarrass yourself. You know you would just ruin the moment by moving too fast. By reading more into things. By wanting more than just.

No matter how much Jet tries to convince you that she really does look at you the way you desperately want her to.

Still, she’s your only exception. Your weakness. The very thing that softens you up much more than you can even afford. So your body tells you to have to do something. Your body tells you that you can’t just stop here- you can’t just freeze now. Not when she’s so close. Not when she’s so, so close. 

So you don’t. You don’t stop there. Even though you know you’re being greedy. Even though you know you’re being selfish. But it’s like your mind is clouded over with your stupid, stupid crush and you’re no longer in control of yourself. It’s like you just can’t help but be attracted to her. It’s like you just can’t help but want to be around. To be close to her. To be with her.

Because before you know it, your arms are no longer on the back of the couch. No, in fact, one hand is reaching to pull her in just a little bit closer. And the other hand? It’s combing through her hair. Once.

Before everything just stops.

Faye goes completely still against you. Your body goes still as well. At the moment, you’re only vaguely aware of the fact that the Ein’s snores have gotten a little louder. And you’re not at all paying attention to the showing of Big Shots on the TV screen. Even though you know you should. No, no you’re far too busy looking at someone important. You’re far too busy looking at Faye Valentine.

Because for the first time in a while- for the first time since before she entered this room- she’s looking at you.

The embarrassment comes instantly. Your face feels warm- especially under her sharp, watchful gaze. And the hand you used to comb through her hair feels like it’s going hot too. Like it’s made out of sin. You’ve touched hot coals or the oven. But all you can think about right now as you wither under your stare is just how you feel so stupid right now. Like a dumb little kid. You have no idea why you did that. You have no idea what possessed you to do that. But you did. You did it and there’s no turning back. There are no redos. No takebacks. Nothing you can do to prevent past you from making the grave error of thinking you could even get this close to Faye Valentine lest you want to feel her wrath.

Only, her wrath never came.

There’s no yelling. There’s no scoffing. There’s no eye-rolling or fake wretching. There’s no pushing or shoving you away while complaining about you. Hell, she doesn’t even force you to fetch her one of her favorite snacks as reparations for the grave offense you committed toward her. Instead, she just eyes you. For a long, long while. She just looks at you. Right out of the corner of her eye. She stopped reading her magazine, and let it slip close with just a finger holding open her page. And for a while, she didn’t say a word. She didn’t even move her head. She just watched you carefully as the seconds of silence passed between the two of you. Waiting to see your next move.

And when you realized that the attitude you were so expecting to see come out and be directed towards you wasn’t there yet, you felt a little less nervous. So you went to do it a second time. Hoping to whatever out there that you weren’t fucking things up for your future (of maybe-possibly-hopefully being more than just her little errand boy one day) by being just a little too eager in one of the few moments of peace in this ship. 

Slowly, you moved your hand towards her head. And with touches that were lighter than a feather, your finger brushed through her hair once more. This time, a little braver than before. She still didn’t say anything. She didn’t move. But you saw something. You saw change. 

Her expression got soft. 

It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t gone in a flash. It was a look that you could stare at. An expression that you could drink in. One that you could react to. Her lips quivered. Her eyes looked sad. And you realized quickly that you were looking at glimpses of a girl you didn’t know existed. A girl who truly, truly did need you. And not just for some errand she didn’t want to do on her own.

But for something she couldn’t do on her own. Not right now. And not like this.

And so, as more of your hesitation melts away, you continue to let your fingers comb through and smooth down her dark, violet-colored locks. She still doesn’t say a word. And for a while, she’s still as stiff as a board. 

But it doesn’t take long for her to start to relax. And when she relaxed, she began to lean into you a little more. And when she began to lean into you a little more, she began to tilt her head in certain directions- silently instructing you where to go next. And as she gave you her newest set of demands, she eventually turned away and went to open her magazine once more. 

You don’t know what that expression she had on her face means. And you don’t know what her life before meeting her was like. You don’t know what made her the person that she is. You barely know the girl at all. But somehow? She’s your weakness. She’s your only exception. And she knows it too. But you don’t mind. You don’t mind one bit.

It’s not so bad enjoying a rare moment of peace between the two of you. And it’s not so bad being a sucker for such a pretty girl, either. Because at the end of the day, you’re a sucker for this pretty girl in particular. 

For Faye Valentine, and all her thorns.

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Your Miko fic was so good I literally grieve every single time I have to close tumblr bc I miss it tysm for blessing us with it 🙏🙏🙏

awww shucks ehehe you're too kind <3

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May I pls request something for Spike from Cowboy Bebop? Like maybe something happens to you while you’re both doing a mission and he becomes more protective of you, or someone is hitting on you and he becomes jealous

What Haunts the Bar (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 - 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson @skylardarling @sachimz @roronoaism @itzmymelody @myfangirlfanfiction @24hour-xixi

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You noticed the guy way before he did.

In Spike’s mind, the dude wasn’t supposed to be anyone of importance. The man blended in with the crowd almost too well. In fact, Spike’s not even sure if he looked at him before you said something. After all, tons of people come to this particular bar every night. The place is a dive, yeah. But the music isn’t too loud. The company is great. The liquor is cheap. And the bartenders actually know how to make a pour a proper drink with just a name. The place is nothing special, but it’s decent. 

Not to mention, it's a good source for information on bounties hiding on this side of the planet, at least. And when the bargirl who he helped out with a job a couple years back is working behind the counter? It becomes an even better source of information. 

The point is that this place is nothing special to him despite all his visits over his career of being a bounty hunter. It’s a means to an end when he's just trying to make some cash. In a way, it’s almost comforting just how normal this place is. Like, it’s something he could return to if all else fails. If one day, he had given up on life completely, he could see himself here- wasting away his days with the rest of the locals. Drinking cheap booze. Talking shit about his co-workers and neighbors. Living life without a care in the world.

But you’re a little different with him. 

It’s your first time here and Spike didn’t really mind taking you with him this time around. His usual bargirl tends not to work on these days and he figured it wouldn’t help to have someone with a pretty face do all the talking instead tonight of him just trying to grill whatever sorry guy was behind the counter for that night. Besides, you’ve been with the Bebop long enough for him to trust you with all his secrets. So it’s about time he let you in on this one as well.

But tonight, new information was sacre- even with a few shiny, expensive little “reminders” to jog the bartender’s mind. It didn’t take him long to realize that the trail he’d been following had gone cold and that he wasn’t going to find anything useful here. Disappointing, but not surprising. Still, he had the bartender top off his Prairie Oyster and whatever was in your glass before putting it all on his tab. It was the very least he could do for having you get all dolled up and dragged out here for not even a crumb’s worth of a lead.

Only, you didn’t touch your drink.

It was different. It was odd, even. The two of you have gone drinking together. He knows you have a bad habit of gulping down whatever is put in front of you- especially whenever you get the idea in your head that he’ll start stealing sips from your glass if you’re not too careful. That’s what you did with your first drink here too. But now?

Now you’re eyeing it carefully on the counter. Stirring it constantly with the tiny little straw that sat on the edge of the rim. Some of the ice had already melted, but you don’t seem to notice. You don’t seem to even care. But Spike noticed. He noticed a lot about you tonight. 

Including the fact that the two of you have been here for an hour, but you’re still sitting right by his side. 

This is different. This is more than just not feeling the atmosphere of the bar. You’re a big girl, after all. You can handle yourself. You’ve shown him time and time again that you can in the past. But you’re still hanging close to him. Closer than usual. You’d still smile and laugh at the jokes that strangers would say to you from their own little barstools. But the you he knows would have made a few rounds about the room already. Probably would have flirted your way into a few more cocktails. Probably would have had a few offers to take you home at this point. He knows he would have tried to toss his hat in the ring if he got the chance to talk to a stranger as pretty as you for more than a second.

But none of that was happening right now. And that was starting to be concerning. Because the you that he knows wouldn’t be like this. You that he knows wouldn’t be this timid- this scared of a threat that he can’t even see. And not knowing the dangers? Not knowing the enemy? Well, any man in his right mind would hate that. 

Especially if it concerns you.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” He leans over and whispers in your ear the first chance he gets. It happens the moment there’s a lull in the conversation you were having with an older woman two barstools down to your left. Your eyes turn him suddenly- and they’re wide and full of shock at being confronted. As if you really thought he wouldn’t be able to read you by now.

“Nothing’s wrong,” You tell him, and for a second a small smile graces your face as you shake your head for further emphasis. It’s the most unbelievable thing he’s ever seen from you and the fact that you’re trying something so stupid out on him makes him more mad than he honestly should be. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”

But then your bottom lip quivers. And your eyes dart to the side- looking off in a direction he’s only vaguely noticed you paying so much attention to- and there’s a little bit of fear still left in them by the time your attention is back on him. Like you want something to go away. Like you don’t want him asking about it. Like you don’t want to be thinking about it.

And suddenly, he remembers that there are more important things than his pride: you.

“Yeah, and I was born yesterday,” He quips right back sarcastically before leaning in a little closer and dropping his voice even lower- trying to prove to you just how serious he was. Right now, the two of you are supposed to be a team. Hell, even if you weren’t on a job right now, you’d still be one of his crew. And he can’t protect you if you don’t tell him what’s wrong. And he’d be damned if he lost another person he cares about in this life of his. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You shiver as his lips make contact with the skin of your ear, but you ultimately deflate in your seat. Almost instantly, you lean back into Spike and let out a labored breath. He doesn’t waste a second before wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking you into his side as best as he can from his own barstool. And for a moment, you send him a grateful look. One that’s soft and sweet and completely unlike the barhopping heartbreaker he met all those months ago.

But then you seem to remember when you are, and your expression darkened. No more soft and sweet. No more confident and powerful. Just the scared little thing sitting next to him at the bar. Waiting for a hero to swoop in and do something to save you. 

Waiting for him to swoop in and do something to save you.

“That guy…” You begin, your voice quieter and shakier than he thought possible from you. At the same time, your eyes flicker over to the same direction you’ve been peering at this entire time. Your lip quivers again. And your fingers, now balled up at your sides, start to tremble. You’ve been carrying a heavy weight around all this time, haven’t you? “He’s…”

Spike follow your gaze to a corner of the room- one that’s a bit more barren than most. And sure enough, there’s a guy in the corner. Sitting all alone at a solitary high table with a pile of open and empty beers stacking all around him. And the guy’s eyes? They’re trained entirely on you.

The dead look on the creep’s face leaves a sour taste in Spike’s mouth. The man looks on and at you as if Spike isn’t even there. As if no one else was here. Since Spike landed his eyes on the dude, he found that the man hardly blinks whenever looking at you. In fact, he never once looked away- even as you turned your back to the dude and tried to face forward to ignore the burning feeling of being watched. And honestly? It’s both a miracle and a mistake that Spike hadn’t caught onto this sooner. Because if he had known? If he had realized? 

He would have never put you in this position in the first place.

“Know him?” Spike presses you for more information the second he turns his own gaze back to you, even though he can already imagine the answer. Sure enough, your nod of confirmation doesn’t surprise him one bit. He squeezes your side in an effort to comfort you, though his mind is starting to trail elsewhere now that a threat has been identified. 

“Not anymore, but I…” You finally admit honestly, after a few prolonged seconds of silence. Your voice is soft and melancholic as you were just starting to remember something fondly. But then your hands begin to tremble again as you try to find the right words to say next. The right words to explain your situation. Your history. “But I…”

But Spike doesn’t care about any of that. 

“I see…thank you for telling me, sweetheart.”

Because your reaction- your fear, alone tells Spike all he needs to know right now. He knows what it’s like to walk away from a bad situation. He knows what it’s like to live in fear. He does it every single day. So whatever happened to you in the past is the past. But whatever is happening right now is real, and alive, and just behind you. Terrifying you in real-time. So if he doesn’t take the chance now. So if he doesn’t kill it now?

“I’ll go ahead and take care of this. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

Then he’ll have to live with the guilt of being no better than the very thing you ran away from.

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Hey, just wanted to say that I love your writing and I’m so happy I found your blog since I rarely see anyone writing for death note anymore.

Can I please request a L Lawliet x female reader NSFW scenario where reader is a police officer working on the Kira case, and her and L become quite close because they work well together. L is a virgin and has no experience with women but is attracted to reader and trusts her so he asks if he can experiment/learn the female body and experience intimacy with her (so a slight free use kink?). The scenario is basically him accidentally edging her whilst touching and experimenting with her body without him even realising (he super oblivious because he’s fascinated + entranced with her and how she reacts to touch) and he doesn’t realise until she gets really desperate and needy, then he’s like 😳. And you can decide where it goes from there.

Thank you!! Sorry if that’s too long or detailed, I’m not great at explaining things concisely. Feel free to ignore if it is.

Experimental Learning (L Lawliet x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝘄! 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁, 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶, 𝘂𝗵- 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻. 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗟 𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 (𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵��𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴?)

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You thought it was a little odd when this case assignment came with a warning from your new boss about how to “handle” the expert they were bringing in. You thought it was even more odd that your warning was to just, “Do what he says for the case- no matter how weird it is.” 

But a couple of days into the assignment meant a couple of days of watching him- of watching the esteemed L work his magic. It meant a couple of days of watching a recluse consistently show up as the smartest person in the room. It meant a couple of days of having your head spin further and further around with every new instruction because he was forever and always two, three, four, five steps ahead. Even despite all of his awkward sitting positions and his love of things that tasted sweet.

Then again, you suppose geniuses like him rarely come in “normal” flavors. 

Now, you’re weeks into the assignment. Weeks into getting used to things here. Weeks into developing a routine here. And to be honest, you’re not exactly sure how far along things have come with the investigation. You get big updates about progress from people like Mr. Yagami. And occasionally, Mr. Matsuda will accidentally let something you probably weren’t supposed to know yet slip out when the two of you are passing each other by. But other than that, you were kept mostly in the dark. Because at the end of the day, finding Kira wasn’t your job. Babysitting L was. 

Or rather, being one of his babysitters. 

Though despite the initial surprise of his weird little quirks and habits, your job was a relatively simple and easy one- especially since you were mainly around for the graveyard shift. Just do what he says, when he says it. No matter how crazy. No matter how weird.

So, if he woke up in the middle of the night wanting a piece of cake, it was your job to call down to the hotel kitchen to have one brought up (and tested for poison, of course). If he had an idea come to him in the middle of the night, you would be the one to write it down or call the rest of his team to come over to start work on the investigation. And if he told you he wanted to run a couple experiments on the female body for the sake of future investigations? 

Well, then it was your job to strip out of your uniform, prop yourself up against the headboard of his bed, and wait for him to take his rightful place:

“The scent is stronger this time. Did you do anything different? I noticed your undergarments were new as well.”

Right in between your legs.

Currently, your back is against the headboard, and your legs are spread with your knees pulled to your chest, allowing your nude body to be on display. At the same time, L is lying on his stomach just in front of you- one of the most normal positions you get to see your temporary boss in. But what’s a little less than normal right now is the fact that L currently has two of his long fingers pumping and scissoring themselves inside of your pussy as he stares and stares and stares at it. Taking exploring touches and curling them at odd angles as your pussy continues to overflow with arousal and fill the almost silent atmosphere of the hotel with the lewd sounds of your soft, stifled moans and your body being played with. 

He’s been going at this for a while now. Practically since he had kicked out all of his other guards from the night and woke you up with his request. Far longer than any past partner of yours would have had the patience for. But at the end of the day, this is for him. You keep having to remind yourself of that. It’s for him to learn more about the female body using a hands-on approach. It’s not for you to enjoy or bemoan yet another session of him unknowingly edging you for the pursuit of his knowledge. It’s not for you to buck your hips or guide him into doing what you want him to do. 

But you do like what he does to you. You unfortunately like it alone. 

Sometimes, he’s a little more gentle. His touches feel more in line with the virgin that you know he is as he smoothes his hands over your thighs and grows mesmerized by your body in its most natural state. It’s sweet. Cute, even, as he goes all wide eye at his many, many messy discoveries. Sometimes, he’s a little more rough. He wasn’t always aware of his strength at the beginning. And he was even less aware of the fact that it’s sensitive down there in more ways than one. He’s left you sore in ways that were both good and bad on more than one occasion. 

But he’s here to learn. He told you that the first time he asked if he could get a good look at your nude body. He’s here to learn, he told you as he asked to get a little closer. He’s here to learn, he told you as he asked you if you could spread yourself open for him only to have him replace your hands with fingers that could reach far deeper- far better than yours could ever do on their own. 

He’s here to learn, he reminds you as he talks to you through his unabating fingering. Yet somehow, after all this time? 

He still has no idea what he does to you.

Your initial reluctance towards…all this melted away almost instantly after the first few days of him asking. Now, you’re ready to drop your uniform the second he asks for you to. And every session is different. Different positions. Different intensity. Different location. Different ways of fulfilling his goal to learn about the female body. It’s always different. But it’s always good. It’s always something you enjoy. Probably more than you honestly should.

But sometimes, he’ll be silent. He’ll spend the full hour or so messing with your insides as dark eyes flicker up and down between your pussy, your body, and your face. Poking and prodding at your skin while lettings his hands run wide on other parts of your body that you keep hidden away behind your uniform. And sometimes, he’ll talk. He’ll ask you questions about your reactions. He’ll ask you questions about your anatomy. What does this do? How does this make you feel? Is this better? Is this worse? Does this hurt? What is this called? What do those noises mean? He’s uncharacteristically patient with you when you’re too worked up to give him a proper answer. And when you tell him you don’t know, he assures you that it’s okay. But he’ll just have to keep running experiments on your body under one of your figures out the answer.

No matter how long it takes.

“I’m- I’m sorry?” You finally manage to stammer out a response to L’s question after an embarrassingly long time, your eyes fluttering shut as you try your hardest to focus your brain on something- something that could anchor you in this moment. You didn’t mean for it to come out in the form of a question, but it ultimately did. And that can only be because part of your mind is still trying to recover from being awoken from the late-night nap you were having on the couch just twenty (or has it been thirty at this point?) minutes prior. But the other part of your mind? “I don’t…I don’t know what you mean, sir…”

The other part of your mind is trying desperately to stop yourself from fucking back on the fingers L currently has sliding in and out of your pussy at a leisurely pace. 

“No need to apologize. I’ve found myself growing fond of it, lately,” He responds back steadily, his voice no different than it usually is. In fact, his voice sounds so normal that you almost miss the implications of what he just said. And of what he’s about to say next. “Once there’s a proper breakthrough in the case, I plan to take your undergarments back to my lab so I can replicate the smell. Would that be alright with you?”

“Oh…um…” As the words process in your mind, you find your cheeks growing warm with realization. You shouldn’t be surprised. You know you shouldn’t. You’ve been around him long enough to know that he’s very forward and very weird and very blunt. But deep down inside you there’s no preparing yourself for hearing a man you’re (sort-of) sleeping with tell you that he loves the smell of your pussy to the point of wanting to replicate it. “Um…yes, yes sir”

Just like there’s no preparing yourself for just how turned on you feel about the fact that he’s been thinking about it.

But L is different from all of your past partners. Mainly because everyone you’ve ever been within the past cared about pleasure to some degree. For someone, you knew they didn’t have a drop of care towards whether or not you were satisfied every time you fucked. For others, they were more concerned about making sure you got your fix too. And the rest were sprinkled somewhere in between. But L? L didn’t seem to care about pleasure at all. Not yours and certainly not his.

Though you did notice the occasional roll of his hips into the mattress beneath him. A movement you can only assume was his body’s natural way of trying to relieve some of the tension he keeps building with every passing second. Still, he seemed far too busy experimenting with your body to really take care of that- or rather, himself properly.

He seemed far too busy toying with that spongey spot inside you to even notice what he was doing. The very one that never fails to get your toes curling and your hands twitching at your sides, looking to grab something (that isn’t your temporary boss) to brace yourself with, lest you-

“Are you going to orgasm?”

You blink for a moment, letting his question wash over you as your mind struggles to catch itself up to speed while L continues to press at g-spot. But the second it clicks, you find yourself pausing for even longer this time because he’s never talked about orgasms before. He hasn’t even mentioned cumming to you. Hell, for a while you didn’t even think he knew what the word was. Whenever he was with you, he always seemed much more interested in actually exploring what was more tangibly in front of him.

And to think, all this time…

“Um, maybe…” You admit honestly, feeling particularly self-conscious at the moment. You know better than to hide things from him, no matter how embarrassing it is. He’ll figure you out eventually. He always does, after all. But the fact that L's big, dark eyes are currently focused on your face so he could read your expressions doesn’t really help. The fact that L hasn’t really bothered to slow does his fingers at all so you could properly use your brain and speak to him also doesn’t help. But even though, he’s seen and touched practically every inch of your body by now, L suddenly taking interest in your pleasure (or at least, you orgasming) feels different. No- it doesn’t feel feel different. It is different. It is. “It’s a little hard…like this…”

And different sounds exciting. Especially right now.

“What am I doing wrong?” He presses you immediately, and you swear, you can almost hear concern laced through his flat voice. That subtle change in emotion causes you to instinctively tighten up around his fingers- something you know that L undoubtedly noticed based on the way his eyes flickered toward your face for just a moment. “I have yet to make you orgasm during any of our sessions and I would like to do so. I figured you might enjoy it as well.”

At that, you want to laugh. His phrasing betrays his motive completely. He’s still thinking about science throughout all this. He’s still thinking about treating your body as if it was something to experiment on. Admittedly, there’s a part of you that feels a little down knowing that this wasn’t L’s way of asking to take things to the next level with you. To have you be something more to him than a body to explore. But there’s another part of you that’s relieved that despite everything- it’s still L you’re dealing with. He’s an enigma, but you were always to him for that reason. You’re starting to understand who he is and how he works with every passing minute you spend together, sure. 

But you like him because he’s forward and weird and blunt and detached and himself all at the same time. And what the hell? You’ve been good for him this entire time. You deserve an orgasm at this point. Even if you’re entirely confident he’d be able to deliver on one.

If only you knew how wrong you would be.

“It’s not wrong, it’s just not enough for me to- oh! Ahh~!” You go to explain, feeling your cheeks warm up impossibly more now that you’re receiving a different sort of attention on you. But L doesn’t really let you do so without a fight. Because it’s at that moment that L decides to change things up a little bit. He’s still pressing at your G-spot. Only this time, he’s going faster, pressing at that spot harder. His eyebrows are knitted in concentration and there’s a small frown tugging at his face as he puts all his focus on changing things up for you.“Sir! Oh my- oh my god. Sir- Ah~!”

But then you squeal in pleasure. You jerk your hips up and off the bed, turn your head to the side, and whine a whorish sound because that’s essentially half of what you are for him. A whore. And a science project. His science project. 

But as you turn your half-lidded eyes back to him and try to think through the deep, gasping breaths you force yourself to take as L continues to fingerfuck you stupidly, you notice something hidden beneath that normally vacant expression of his. 

“Not enough? Interesting…it’s just as the videos said…” 

Something that looks a little too excited as he mumbles to himself. Something that looks a little proud as he wears an expression that tells you that he’s plotting something. That he’s thinking about- that he’s scheming something. Something far different than you’ve ever experienced before with him. Something that you honestly can’t tell if you’re prepared for.

“Before I receive your input, I would like to try out a few methods I learned online. I was assured that these would be the most pleasurable and efficient methods for me to secure your orgasm. Especially if I pay attention to…what was that word again…? The clitoris?”

But something that you’re excited to experience nonetheless.

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hnnn not to be greedy but may i request cockwarming with yato and miko!reader? love ur works smmm they've got me scratching at my furniture and running on the walls

To Sit Upon A Throne (Yato x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗺𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂!!! *l𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘅 * 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆!!!! 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗲𝘀 <𝟯

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

A lot of the other Mikos have complaints about the god you all serve.

They’re grateful to him. They truly are. They tell you that in the privacy of the night when they’re sure no one else is around. But in front of him? They’re quick to narrow their eyes at him and stick up their noses. They’re swift to call out behavior from him that they think is unbecoming of a man who is as powerful as he is. And they’re not afraid to say things you would barely have the courage to even think about.

Starting with the fact that he almost never seems to be busy doing something productive.

Sure, there would be times when he would be called out by others. He’d be summoned by prayers- by followers still alive and still on earth seeking his helping, guiding hands. But most days? He would be lurking around you and the other girls. Checking in on everyone. Showering everyone with compliments. Speaking about how he never thought the day would come when he would have a shrine of his own. One with followers. One with loyal Mikos. One that's as big and as wondrous as this one.

In your mind, it’s sweet. It might not be as productive to the other girls, but to you- it’s all you could ever ask for. And so, you’ll never get upset about all of the times he shows up while you’re busy performing rituals or cleaning. You’ll never tire of him trying to convince you to slack off with him simply because he’s bored. And you’ll never, ever fail to feel warmed- to feel loved by all the care he shows towards you. You love your god with all your heart, after all. Your beloved god is wonderful to you. You owe him so much for taking you in when you had nothing. And you cherish every moment you have with him. Because every moment with him is one colored by his attention and his affection. Even though the other girls warn against it. They keep saying that he’s only trying to get into your hakama, after all.

But they don’t know him like you do.

They’ve been with him for a while, yes. But you’ve been with him for far longer. He seeks you out more than any of the other girls. And he’s the first person you go to for any and everything. He’s your god, after all. The very man you serve. The very man you worship. The very man you would do absolutely any and everything for.

That’s why you were all too eager to make it up to him the one time you walked in on him doing something important. Your god is very important to you, after all. And you were the one who broke his concentration. You were the one who slowed down his progress. The one who distracted him from his work. It’s only fair that you do something in return for him. Something that will right the wrongs. Something that will help him get back on track. Something that only you can do for him.

Something akin to your stripping out of your uniform and sinking down on your god’s awaiting cock as he murmurs into your ear about how you’re exactly what he needs right now to get the job done right.

You’ve seen it before. It’s a pretty color, but it’s intimidating in size and shape. It’s always been to you. But you’ve cleaned it before. Touched it before. Worshiped it before. With your eyes. With your hands. With your mouth. You’re well acquainted with it. You’re not really strangers- you just haven’t properly met before.

That said, you never have to climb over his lap to reach it. You had never been instructed to hover over your god as best you could, tangle your fingers in his hair, and look into his eyes the entire time while he aligned himself with your awaiting hole. You’ve never had to be told that you can and should moan and cry out for as long as you need and as loud as you want. 

“Because the first stretch is always a little much for girls like you,” he had told you as the hands he had gripping your hips helped lower you down onto his lap inch by inch by inch. “But don’t worry. We don’t have to move this time. You just have to sit all the way down and let me have this okay?”

And now that you’re who knows how long into sitting on his lap like this, you remember shivering at his words while your eyes fluttered closed softly and you adjusted to the length now burrowed inside of you. You remember him an arm around your waist when you started to slump to the side a little too much and him adjusting your position in a way that made you feel everything once again and all at once. You remember asking him- whispering to him if this was okay? If he was sure this is what he needed to continue working. If this would help him continue working. 

Because for you? This very encounter had put your thoughts to a standstill. This very position has you feeling a little dumb and a little lost and a little like the only thing that matters in your life isn’t just your master. It’s your master’s cock. That one that keeps pulsating, deep inside of you. Twitching subtly as your own walls flutter around it. All while trying to grapple with the fact that somehow you’ve gone you’re entire life without feeling this filled- this fulfilled before today.

You remember asking him if this was okay. Not necessarily forming the words, but making sure with him that this was okay. If this was good. If you’re good for him. And you remember his response a little too well.

“This is perfect, my little miko,” He had purred against your skin in between the tiny kisses he had placed against your neck. His lips were feverish when pressed against you. Almost as hot as his body he currently has your bare form pulled against. “No need to worry for your god. You’re doing perfectly for me. You’re helping me more than you could ever know.”

You believe him when he says that. You believe him because, to be honest, you’re not sure how you’re helping at all. When you walked into his office, you found him pouring over old and fragile-looking pieces of paper and parchment that seemed to be written in a language you couldn’t understand. One that must have existed long, long, long before your time. 

Now, he’s still reading papers from that same pile. You can tell because whenever you look over your shoulder to see what he’s doing, you still see some of the same papers clutched in his hands. But his fingers are also tracing lazy patterns over the skin of your hips. And his length is only occasionally rocking into you. Just enough to press against that spongey spot inside of you that never fails to get you gasping. Just enough to get him groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around you. 

But he does continue to work. 

He continues to go through those papers and pieces of parchment written in that ancient language. You know this because you hear them rustling every once in a while. You know this because in between his murmurs of praise in your eye, you hear him muttering words that you don’t quite understand in an accent you’ve never heard before. And you know this because that’s why he tells you. 

That you’re his good luck charm. That you’re making this a whole lot easier. That he’s glad you interrupted his work. He wouldn’t know what to do without you here, making the process a lot more enjoyable.

So it never occurs to you for a moment that he’s not being truthful with you. Especially, not when he talks to you like that.

It never occurs to you that his eyes have been looking over the same piece of paper for an hour as he struggles to keep his composure now that he’s buried inside your warm, wet, tight hole. It never occurs to you that the fragility of the paper clutched in his hand and his constant muttering of old prayers for strength are the only things keeping him from laying you out on his desk and fucking you mercilessly until all you can think about from now until the end of time is him, him, him, him. 

None of those thoughts ever cross your mind. 

Because you love your god. You trust your god. And you don’t see him the same way that the other Mikos do. You just don’t. And besides…who are you to question him? Who are you but a mere servant sent to do absolutely any and everything he tells you to do. Because he everything to you. And you’re everything to him.

And so, you’ll believe in your god. You’ll believe in him despite all the other girl's complaints and warnings. You’ll believe in him despite the fact that he’s still a man shrouded in mysteries that extend farther back than you’ll ever know. And you’ll believe in him because you owe it to him. Because he’s worth it. And because you want to. 

And because only he came make you feel so good that you find yourself caring about absolutely nothing.

Nothing, besides him, of course.

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Ahh how about… a silly lil blurb about spike having a dream (nightmare really) that reader is actually dating Andy or Vincent (from the movie) and hes like omg.. im whipped

Having Nightmares that your Crush Was Taken HCs (Spike Spiegel)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 <𝟯

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson @skylardarling @sachimz @roronoaism @itzmymelody @myfangirlfanfiction @24hour-xixi

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He probably wakes up from that dream all super dramatic like-

Gasping, clutching his chest and the sheets, y’know…the whole nine yards

Though afterwards, it probably takes him just a little bit to calm down and think through just why he’s so worked up about the thought of you dating someone he considers a rival

I mean, you’re not his, so there’s no issue if you do end up with one of them, right? Right???

Anyways, like some freak, he finds himself in front of your bedroom door later and knocking and wanting to be let in just a minute later

He’s relieved the second you open the door all sleepy but alone (because who knows if you decided to sneak some guy on the Bebop without them knowing???)

Just to be completely sure, he ends up pushing past you and crashing on your bed to make it known to any boy you might be hiding in your closet or somewhere else in your room that you’re pretty much spoken for (y’know…just in case LMAO)

Of course, you’re a little pissy that your sleep was interrupted by some uninvited guest storming into your room and taking up all the space on your bed for himself

But the way you cuddled right up after calming down makes him more than sure that there’s no one else in your life that he has to be worried about

So at least he can sleep peacefully…for right now lmao

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Hello! I really like how you wrote Soshiro Hoshina. Would you consider my request?

Reader is a soldier as well, established relationship. After an especially gruesome mission Soshiro just needs being taken care of. Like him being submissive and just letting reader make him feel better. Maybe also with some fluff and/or angst? If you are comfortable with that.

Hope you have a great day 🧡💜

Second Shift (Soshiro Hoshina x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 "𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲" 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 (𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝟭𝟬𝟬% 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼) 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵. 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You weren’t on call tonight. 

In fact, you’ve found increasingly that you’re not on call at night. You can’t remember exactly when the change took place. You can’t even recall if the change was slow and steady or if it was all at once. You just know that one day, you looked at your calendar and realized you hadn’t once had to suit up or sleep by your gear in case a Kaiju attack happened sometime between the hours of 8:00 PM and 6:00 AM for the past six weeks.

You tried to bring it up with Vice Captain Hoshina a few times. Twice in his office. Once while he was in your arms. You tried to bring up to him how you thought it was weird. How practically everyone who started with you worked some nights while you never did. You thought it was something to be concerned about. Something wrong with the scheduling. Something wrong with your performance.

The last time you brought it up, he waved you off with a brush of his hand. He smiled at you softly from between your sheets and tugged a little closer to him. And as you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing, he mentioned that he prefers it this way. Because he never knows when he needs you at night. For a job that only you can do. For a role that you can only play. For him and for him alone. 

And for the longest time, you didn’t know what he meant by that. But now? Now, you do. And tonight just so happens to be one of those nights.

He had contacted you a little past three in the morning, telling you to go to his room and to do so quietly. And before you could blink, you found yourself crawling under the covers of Vice Captain Hoshina’s messed up bed- straightening what you could to make yourself comfortable while you waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.

It took him a little over an hour to appear. You were starting to doze off at that point, but it was quicker than expected. Much quicker. You wonder if he ran to you. You wonder if he had contacted you even before the fighting was over as something to look forward to. This is a job that only you can do after all. A role that only you can play. But whatever the reason was- whatever happened, it didn’t matter. All that waiting didn’t matter. Not to you, at least. Because in your mind, it happened so quickly. In your mind, the night was still peaceful. The night was still good. Even though you know that beyond these walls, the night was anything but good. Especially for people like him.

Still, you were ready for him. You were right there waiting for him. Exactly where he needed you to be.

Ready with your arms out for him to fall into. Ready with your lap open for him to lay his head on. Ready with a soft smile and even softer voice to coax him into a better state of mind. One that doesn’t have to think about fighting to survive. One that doesn’t have to worry about killing Kaiju or worrying about the numerous soldiers under his command. One that finally, finally knows peace. If only for a moment.

And that moment began as he slowly opened his door and peered into his private quarters, smiling tiredly as you saw you- his favorite little soldier cuddled up in his room. That moment began the second he walked in and collapsed on his bed- right on top of you. Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants and one of his nightshirts. His hair still wet from his shower. And his heart still beating- pumping blood and keeping him alive despite the numerous close brushes you’re sure he must have had tonight.

For why else would he press his face flush against your skin and hold on to your body so, so tightly if he didn’t need the reminder that he was still alive? That he’s one of the lucky ones. 

The ones that made it out.

So you hold him back. You allow him to lay his head in your lap and close his eyes and think about what it’s like to be safe. You drape as much of the blankets you can over his body. You whisper sweet words of encouragement into the room, hoping that he’ll either choose to listen or fall asleep to the sounds of you comforting him. And you run your fingers through his hair. Combing through the same spots over and over and over again.

And never for a second do you think that this is technically wrong of you to do. That, at the end of the day, he’s your Vice Captain and you’re his subordinate. Your relationship is supposed to be professional. You’re never supposed to get this close to a person you work under. You can get in trouble if the two of you are caught. He could get in more trouble if the two of you are caught. Because he’s supposed to be your boss. He’s supposed to be your leader. He’s supposed to be your point of contact. The person in charge of you. But right now?

You don’t see a leader. You don’t see your boss. You don’t see Vice Captain Hoshina.

You just see Soshiro. You see a man in need. A man in need of comfort. A man in need of something soft and sweet. A man in need of something to look forward to. Something to keep him grounded. Something to remind him that right here and right now, he doesn’t have to play hero. He doesn’t have to do anything.

He just has to lay here with you. He just has to hold you. He just has to be with you. For as long as he needs. For as long as he wants. For as long as you’re both able.

Because you both know that it won’t be forever. It can’t be forever. For in a couple of hours, the two of you will have to up again. Filling out paperwork or training or running drills or saving lives. Pretending that this moment didn’t happen while sharing hidden looks as you pass each other in the hallways. And knowing- knowing deep, deep down in your heart that it’s only a matter of time. That it’s only a matter of days until you find yourself here again. Saving your Vice Captain. From the stress. From the fear. From the pain. 

In the way you both know that only you can.