#'but you hate sneezing' yes but also consider this

[keeps-ache]

i don't know what it is but there are thoughts in my brain. more at 11- oh wait it's already 11.. uhh 12. maybe!

[syxilla]

Ken sato x !reporter reader

oh, how he wishes you saw him as a man and not a boy.

cw for everything below: age difference (its used for the plot), suggestive (depending on who you ask)

thinking about kenji trying to impress reader in his games. the reader who is older, more mature and composed than him. who always comments on his arrogance in their articles or interviews. honestly, you were his harshest critic! it was your nickname amongst your co-workers as well. everyone knew you held hatred for him, and so did he. you frequently commented on his age and how it isn't smart to put so much faith into such a young and ignorant man and call him a living legend. "he isn't mature enough!" you always stated.

he hated that. his age doesn't make him better or worse than anyone else; he was just better because he was ken sato. but that didn't stop him from trying to act older, at least around you. because it was for you.

he's still so desperate to impress you. he'd do cooler moves in games, smile at the camera more in interviews, and, even though it seemed impossible, he became more prideful. but he couldn't help it! feeling your intense gaze on him as he walked onto the field or got into a stance, it was invigorating.

he especially got a rise out of seeing you roll your eyes, slumping back in your seat, crossing one leg over the other once you realized there was nothing for you to comment on his performance. it was perfect. so perfect that it would (sometimes, if he was lucky) get a small, ever so slight, smile from your lips. even better if he saw you nod your head in approval. so after one of (arguably) his best perfomances yet, one he spent weeks practicing just for his pretty little critic, he walks up to you, ready to soak in all the praise he believed he deserved.

"so... how was that y/n?" he teased, slamming himself into your personal space. it's his favorite place! if you thought it belonged to you, it was also his. "leave me alone, sato." you grumble, not wanting to admit your defeat to him. "it was good, wasn't it? right? righttt?" you push him away and begin walking away, eyes looking straight forward to avoid his gaze.

"oh c'mon, am i really that bad you can't even compliment me?" he pouted playfully, poking your oh so soft cheek, giving it a slight pinch. "fine, sato! you're a good player. you impressed me today, enough for me to even say im... proud of you." if you were to sneeze each time kenji's heart began to race, it'd look like you're having a seizure because of how fast it was.

"then why dont you show me how proud you are of me," this made you halt, snapping your head towards him. "how?" you asked, eyes focused on his lips that quirked up into a grin. "take me out to dinner. tommorow night. let me pick, and i'll consider the debt you owe me paid off." he smiled, taking a step back, allowing you to breathe again. when did you stop? "i'm not indebted to you anyway?" you retort, pushing him back even more to feel like you had the upper hand here. "yes, you are! all the times you've doubted my abilities! am i not worthy of getting an apology? a gift?" he said dramatically, placing his hand on his chest.

you sputter nothing in disbelief, until something clocks inside of your little brain. "are you asking me on a date, sato?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, a shit eating grin on your face. he leans down to your level, which is when you register how much taller he was than you, and tilts his head to the side. "and if i am?" kenji's voice goes quieter. "you're not my type." you mock, mimicking his tone. "i like them older." to this, he laughs. "you like grandpa's y/n? you like them near their deathbed?" he joked, trying (and failing) to hide his laughter. "yeah, atleast they're gentlemen, unlike you."

"i may not be the most gentlemanly person on earth, but i am a gentle man in everything else."

oh! oh. now you were entering dangerous territory. not for him, for you. it was so clear what he was setting up as a trap, and yet, despite all the warning signs there was, opened your plump little lips and asked with the purest face ever (even though your thoughts were the complete opposite) "how can i know if youre lying or not?"

and kenji, oh the annoying ken sato who you would never admit admired, not even on your deathbed, stepped closer to you, leaned down near your ear, and said in the loudest voice, loud enough so that you cant mishear him, and quiet enough that no one else can, says

"why dont i show you?"

if your composure was a ship, it would be near the ocean floor, the reason for sinkage; ken sato. right when your last functioning braincell is able to deliver a quip before total failure, someone calls kenji over. "you have a interview remember?" it yelled. "coming!" he smiled sweetly, kissing your cheek ever so softly.

the immature baseball player might not be as immature as you thought...

(thanks for the support on the last one, so i thought i'd write another one because im desperate for this man, like he's desperate for the reader, lowk. also i didnt fully proofread itmso sorry if skme names r missing colors and whatnot)

[satubby]

Yandere God Gojo headconons

[As promised, a bit late I know, but I needed my time to not cry for Satoru so an apology. So since I'm not good at describing powers and let's add to that Jujutsu Kaisen has mathematics, which I hate... I just won't go into his god-like powers]

This post comes from the previous idea, you can find it in my profile. Credits to the artist and me for the edition.

⚠️ Warning: This is MY interpretation of the character but it does not define the canon, I want to show my love for him (Fuck Gege for all I care) There may also be pronoun errors because damn my dyslexia affects my eyesight.

On an ordinary night, your mother sent you to the mini supermarket, a place similar to convenience stores like pharmacies. 「More common in my native Mexico, such as an Oxxo.」

Unexpectedly, a curse/demon began to haunt you. Without knowing how, you ended up cornered in an alley, the rain adding a touch of desperation to the atmosphere. Exhausted, you tripped over a trash can, lacerating your leg in the fall.

The unimaginable happened when your blood, the fruit of the scrape, awakened a god enclosed within a bucket, multiple eyes arranged in a dice-like pattern 「Yeah, I fucking used 'It' you thought」. Your blood acted as a call for the imprisoned being lying in there.

Satoru, the god that lay dormant, awoke. Upon realizing your situation, he offered to help you, but not before uttering the words that would seal your fate: "Tell me, mortal, do you accept that I save you by giving me something precious? Yes or no, the choice is yours."

Given your young age of six and the impossibility of facing the dreadful monster that pursued you, you had no choice but to accept. How could you refuse? Hell, you were a brat who could barely carry your mother's bag of errands, much less fight that dreadful thing that wanted you dead.

And so the deal between you and the unknown god was sealed with…. a tongue kiss. 「Despite its polemical nature, it is crucial to the development of the plot」.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Satoru, in his divine form, is an extraordinarily powerful being. Sometimes, his impressive abilities can lead you into complicated situations, such as when a simple sneeze from him transported you to another dimension. Such is his level of power. 「In this version, we will represent him as an invincible individual to explore his unrestricted potential…. P.S. I hate you Gege」 ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Gojo is often playful and teasing, he often jokes with you, even going so far as to claim that you are his "wife" although it sounds like a joke, he really means it. His attitude toward other people's opinions is indifferent. He enjoys showing affection, kissing and caressing you, although he has waited for you to reach adulthood before formally considering you his mate in public. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he is not using his 'real' form, we see him as the canonical Satoru, though obviously with Lovecraftian touches to his powers. Despite his divine nature, he exhibits a somewhat childish side, similar to what he shows in canon… BUT 100% times worse, as he has been alone and being powerful, he doesn't have much morals as he considers it stupid to abide by the rules of 'lesser beings'. Despite his playful and relaxed attitude, he hides a dark side. He is aware of how capable he is of destroying a city with a single finger, if he so desires. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Handling his jealousy is not his strong point, given that he has always gotten what he wanted and not knowing how to deal with humans despite having spent millennia observing them or making deals before being 'sealed' 「More like sleeping」It always makes it difficult for him to respond to his own emotions. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Since he is not human and was born in the void of nothingness and everything, he has wandered and fought in various places, often just for fun or out of sheer boredom. His reactions can be fickle and capricious. This Satoru is a mixture of his adolescent and adult stages, mostly acting like a spoiled brat and playful with you but when he is jealous or sentimental, he acts according to his divine position. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he feels jealous, his reaction is unpredictable. If the reason for his jealousy persists 「Examples are like a male human talking to you」 And already for that reason he might decide to eliminate the source of his discomfort. For this reason, you hardly interact with other people. It is intriguing how loving words and gestures can appease him…. Although sometimes that doesn't assure you that those poor souls who crossed words with you will be saved from him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ As a divine being, he has the power to materialize anything you desire. His gifts have no limits, and he takes you wherever you want. Sometimes, on a mere whim, he grabs you and takes you on unexpected rides using his abilities. It is curious how he shows jealousy towards any thinking human being, and even animals, taking you back home without allowing the date to continue or any activity prior to his jealousy.

"Toru… for once, let me enjoy this vacation. If you take me somewhere, make it really worthwhile. I couldn't even ride the roller coaster just because the ticket booth clerk was a man…" You looked at him as he pretended not to have pulled you out of the amusement park just 5 minutes ago due to his jealousy.

"Come on, couldn't we go another time…? It's no big deal, you know I can take you anytime, why don't we cuddle instead of fighting, would you like me to shower you with kisses, mmh? Come on, my sweet bean mochi!!! I want to…" You looked at him, almost incredulous. You really doubt he'll let you go to a crowded amusement park. If you go, it will surely be when he's off duty or with a snap of his fingers, it's not for nothing that he can stop time.

"Even if you do that, it doesn't mean I'm no longer upset with you." You watched her pouting expression. Despite having six beautiful eyes and six arms, you didn't want to fall for his game.

Gojo was unwilling to listen to your complaints. He was in a bad mood, convinced that you would understand his position. He acted like a child seeking to get your attention to deflect your anger. And so, he devised a plan. He moved closer to you by climbing up on the edge of the bed. "Mochi, do you prefer something sweet or sour?"

"Do you think that's an appropriate question to change the subject? I'm still annoyed with you. Hey, let go of me!" You felt his firm embrace, laughing as he kissed your neck and his chest pressed against your back.

He took a lock of your hair behind your ear and fiddled with it in his mouth. A shiver ran through your body as his lips brushed your earlobe. "Why are you playing hard to get when you know I know you well? Besides, I know my jealousy doesn't affect you, and I'm going to make sure you're only mine." He laughed softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Satoru… That doesn't justify you threatening anyone who looks at me. I don't want to be embarrassed like the other day in the cafeteria, when you tried to hurt the cashier just because I ordered a cappuccino." You whispered as his six arms held you tighter and in different places, listening to his childish whimper as he buried his face in the back of your neck.

His behavior was becoming more aggressive and lustful, making him dangerous. He held you in such a way that you could not move. He looked at you with playful eyes, sketching a smile.

"So what if I'm jealous? If I'm honest with you, if another guy tried to get your attention, I'd be sure to eliminate any interest he showed." A smirk formed on his face. You knew that ugly smile well, a cruel and possessive one, dealing with his jealousy sometimes exhausted you … you had no choice since your soul was bound to him.

He kissed you passionately and caressed your body, his touch was too pleasurable to resist, your flushed but annoyed face said it all. He didn't mind at all acting that way in public if it meant you would still be his. "You will always be my only princess….. I love you, my precious mochi," he whispered softly before delivering another intense kiss, this time on your lips, his arms frolicking with you and bringing an even more severe blush to your face.

NSFW:

••┈┈┈••✦ This Satoru loves to make you scream, if Sukuna in his original form can grind you to exhaustion, our albino won't let you rest. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves having you in front of his cock, the worst thing is that he can create more if he wants to. Let's add that he has six arms, each one can overstimulate you, forget to mention that Gojo is 213 cm / 7'1 feet, you are a midget next to him. So his cock and fingers are the size of your arms, but he can fucking manipulate reality and adjust your pussy to his size. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves you riding his cock while he hears you moaning, sometimes you end up kissing him. He loves you sucking him while he pulls your hair. His hands usually go from your breasts to your waist [Sorry I'm not good at writing NSFW] All while you swallow his cock, his fingers have claws and putting them all the way in hurts but in the pleasure you end up giving priority to your lust, forgetting the pain. ••┈┈┈••✦ Honestly, Satoru can make your body not get tired so easily, but he is not cruel so he can set limits for you. He especially loves to bite, while you scratch him all over the place. ••┈┈┈••✦ His aftercare is incredibly gentle, he kisses and lulls you as if you were a baby, and how could he not? When he leaves you all exhausted down there and you can't feel your legs. Sometimes he gets to the point where his excitement clouds his judgement, ending up with your bones broken.

In general, having a relationship with him is like going on a roller coaster ride: You can feel a rush of various emotions and in turn want more of it even though you know it's scary to a certain extent. Just avoid making Satoru jealous and everything will be fine [What won't be fine are your mouth, your ass and pussy]

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[supernovafics]

you and steve hate each other but you decide to help him when he gets sick

wc: 1k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

it was the sound of two consecutive sneezes followed by a cough that immediately caught your attention when you walked into family video.

“ew, you’re sick,” you said to steve as you adjusted your vest and fixed the nametag which said “robin” instead of your name because you were covering for her while she was out of town for a month.

“i’m fine.”

you simply looked at him. “oh yes, because sneezing and coughing are the signs of someone in perfect health.”

“it’s just really dusty in here,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you. “you probably should’ve cleaned better last night.”

you rolled your eyes at that and almost flipped him off but refrained from doing so last second. there was something about steve that always seemed to annoy you, and you knew that the feeling was fully mutual. it was way too easy to butt heads over nothing or start an argument over the littlest of things. hence why you were barely a minute into your six hour shift and the two of you were already ready to murder each other.

in a way it was funny, though— you two didn’t like each other but somehow you shared a common best friend. a best friend who would do anything to try and make you two become friends. however, through robin’s many failed attempts, it was settled that that was something that would never happen. in the end, she said that it was probably because you and him were way too similar to one another, which you wholeheartedly disagreed with, and that was why you couldn’t be friends.

“let’s just stay away from each other during our shifts, okay? i’d rather not get sick right before the fourth of july,” you told him.

“i’m fine,” he said again and then sniffled, which didn’t help prove his case. “but, i will happily stay far away from you.”

apparently, he wasn’t really fine because the next day he didn’t show up for work and it was just you for the entirety of the morning before keith showed up in the afternoon.

“where’s steve?”

“called in sick,” keith told you. “i almost didn’t believe him, but he actually sounded pretty bad on the phone.”

keith’s words didn’t surprise you at all, but for some reason for the rest of your shift you contemplated going over to steve’s house; bringing him a cup of the soup that was your mom’s recipe but you’d always end up making it for yourself when you were sick because of how much she worked, and also bringing him the cough syrup that seemed to always do the trick. and then you felt stupid for wanting to do anything that would help make him feel better because you didn’t even consider him a friend.

but still, when your shift ended you found yourself heading home to make the said soup and grab the cough syrup, and then proceed to go over to his house. your conflicting thoughts were fighting each other on the entire drive over.

“has this been poisoned?” steve asked when he opened his front door and you told him that you brought him soup since he was sick; hearing the words fall from your lips even surprised you, so his question actually somewhat made sense in your eyes.

but instead of acknowledging the fact that it was really insane that you were at his house right then, you sarcastically decided to say, “shit, i knew i forgot to add one ingredient!”

“ha ha,” he said with a straight face. “seriously, should i trust this?”

you rolled your eyes at him. “oh god, i’m already regretting coming here. just take the fucking soup, harrington.”

after another moment of contemplation, he took the tupperware of soup from your outstretched hand and then opened the door further to let you in. you followed him to the kitchen where he placed the tupperware on the counter.

“you didn’t have to bring me anything.”

you knew that, but there was still something in you that made you want to.

“i know, but i need you to get better fast so that i don’t have to spend another shift only with keith.”

he smirked at you. “so you missed me?”

you forced yourself not to consider his question for a second.

“‘missed’ is a very strong word,” you told him and then quickly changed the subject. “you look really bad right now, by the way.”

he was wearing a hoodie and basketball shorts, his hair was disheveled, and his nose was red from how much you assumed he’d been blowing it all day. it was probably the worst you’d ever seen him and you actually found yourself feeling bad for him, which was something that quickly confused you.

“glad to know your main reason for coming over here was to bully me.”

you smiled at him. “i can’t go a day without it.”

you then remembered something and started to pull it out of your bag. “oh, i brought some cough syrup too. you probably have already taken some, but just in case.”

“i actually haven’t taken anything,” he told you.

you furrowed your eyebrows. “so you’ve just been suffering all day?”

“is that not normal?”

the genuine curiosity in his question confused you for a moment before it all clicked into place. you silently wondered if he had ever been taken care of when he was sick. his parents were rarely ever around so you figured the answer was probably no. it reminded you of how often you’d also have to fend for yourself when you were sick since your mom was barely home. maybe robin was right— you and him were pretty similar.

“no, that’s not normal,” you shook your head at him before handing him the cough syrup. “please take this. you’ll feel better much quicker than if you just ‘let it pass,’ and i can’t believe this is something that i have to explain to you.”

he nodded and took the cough syrup before continuing to eat the soup, which he thanked you for and complimented you on how good it was.

the two of you eventually migrated to the couch in his living room, letting reruns of some random sitcom play out in front of you.

“y’know robin would be very proud of us right now,” steve said, breaking the prevailing silence. “actually being civil with each other.”

“yeah, she would,” you agreed. “but, we’re still not friends.”

“of course not,” he responded with a shake of his head. “the world would probably explode if we were.”

“exactly,” you agreed, letting out a small laugh. “and we cannot allow that to happen.”

but still, as the cough syrup kicked in and he fell asleep leaning on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel that something had changed.

[runnning-outof-time]

A Loving Hand and Some Warm Tea | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: When (Y/N)'s illness turns from bad to worse, she's thankful that she's got Tommy there to help her get through it...even when, in the first place, he was worried about it and she wasn't.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2729

A/N: let’s all pretend that’s not Arthur in the gif, ok? I feel like it fits perfectly because that’s how he’s smiling at her in my mind. Also round of applause for me finally finishing a request. I’m sorry it took so long. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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It was unusual for (Y/N) not to be moving about the house by the time that midday was approaching. Tommy quickly realized that, and immediately went on the hunt to find her.

First he checked the betting floor, where she'd help take down the numbers and hand out the winnings. Scudboat swore up and down that he hadn't seen her, so he went deeper into the betting den to find Polly. She was organizing the cash intake all morning, so she also hadn't seen the young woman. Worry started to build up within him as he made his way back to the living quarters.

After checking around the kitchen area for any scraps of paper, because she usually left a note when she was going out, he went to Finn, who was half-asleep on the couch. He told Tommy that he hadn't seen her yet, and that he'd been laying on the couch the entire morning. Tommy couldn't ask many more questions before the boy went into a sneezing fit.

Considering that conversation a lost cause, he placed his hands on his hips and took a moment to think logically about the situation. Where could she have gone? He didn't need to think for too long before his answer was given to him in the form of a cough coming from upstairs.

Tommy quickly ascended the steps while wondering why he didn't think to check the bedroom. But then he realized it was probably because (Y/N) was never in their bedroom after seven in the morning. She rose early with him and then stayed downstairs until they both retired at night.

"(Y/N)?" he quietly called as he opened the door to the room.

"Tommy?" she asked, trying so hard not to sound like she'd been coughing and sneezing all morning.

"You not feeling well, love?" he asked her, his brows furrowed.

"I'm fine," she quickly dismissed his concern, sitting up in the bed as she tried her best to conceal the handkerchief that she'd been using to wipe her runny nose.

"You sure?" he didn't sound convinced, "it's unusual for you to be up here so late."

"I'm fine," she insisted, brushing off his concern yet again, "I guess I must've just slept in."

"And sleeping in explains the coughing?"

"I can't have a tickle in my throat?" she asked him, hating that her voice went up an octave as she tried to make her statement sound believable. Her throat was on fire at the moment, but she couldn't let Tommy know that.

"Your nose is running," he pointed out then, jutting his chin out in her direction.

"Shit," she mumbled under her breath as she produced the handkerchief to wipe it once more. Tommy watched her intently as she went about wiping her nose. Her doing so was quickly followed by a coughing fit, one that she couldn't conceal even if she wanted to. "What?" she asked him with a defensive tone laced into her voice once the coughing had stopped. She knew the look he was giving her all too well.

"Spill it, (Y/N)," he dryly demanded, his tone letting her know that he didn't want her to sugarcoat her situation any longer.

(Y/N) sighed and hung her head, hating that she'd been found out. "I may or may not have a slight cold," she admitted, sounding like a child that was owning up to taking an extra piece of candy from the jar. Her head snapped up so that she could look at Tommy again before he even thought of what to say. "I'm fine though, ok? There's no need for you to be worrying and doting over me," she added, hoping to show him that she didn't need to be coddled and could still do what she normally did.

Tommy pursed his lips, looking like he so badly wanted to make a comment about the latter half of her statement. After a few moments, he nodded his head. "Decided to get a late start then, did you?" he asked her, a lighthearted tone laced into his voice.

(Y/N) smiled when she recognized what he was doing. She felt relieved that she wasn't met with the overly protective side of Tommy today...she honestly didn't know if she'd be able to deal with it. "Yeah," she answered with a bit of a sheepish grin, still trying to make her situation seem believable, "I guess I am."

"Ah, well..." he trailed off, stepping to the side as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, "up and at 'em then."

"'Course, boss," she teased him, making him shake his head as a slight grin formed on his face. He glanced at her then, and she sent a wink in his direction, making his smile appear full on his features.

"I'm gonna go," he said then, his voice soft.

"Ok," she responded in an equally as soft voice, smiling at him as he turned and exited the bedroom.

The second he left, (Y/N)'s smile dropped. She felt anything other than fine at the moment. In fact, she wished that she could curl herself into a ball and sleep until she didn't feel like her lungs were on fire and her head was spinning. But Tommy couldn't know that. She didn't need him worrying about her when he had so many other, more important things on his plate. So she flicked the covers to the side and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. After wiping her nose once more, she stood, groaning at the aching feeling that immediately started coursing through her body.

She started getting dressed after she steadied herself, and soon enough, she was ready to start the day. She just hoped that there weren't many chores to do...because she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to do all of them.

——

Tommy entered the family home much, much later that evening. His heart dropped the second he stepped into the main downstairs living area. "(Y/N)?" he called out as he rushed over to where she was laying on the couch; looking as pale as ever, covered in the shine of sweat. "Love, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Tommy," she weakly responded, her lungs burning just from uttering the three, simple words.

"Bullshit it's nothing. You're sick, (Y/N)," he called her out on her lies, kneeling down next to the couch she was on. He gently placed a hand against her forehead, and didn't even need to hold it there long to realize how hot her skin was. "You're burning up," he stated the obvious then.

"I'm sick," she finally admitted in a dejected tone.

"I know," Tommy answered her as he stood straight again.

"I didn't want to worry you...to make you care more about me than what you've got going on," she explained the reason behind her withholding this information from him.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak but then decided against it, instead shaking his head as he exhaled a sigh. He rubbed the back of his head as he tried to think of what to do next. "I'll go get Pol. She'll make you some soup or something else that you'll be able to keep down," he said then, deciding that his aunt would know more about cooking for someone who was ill than he would.

"Tommy, no," (Y/N) disagreed with his plan, reaching out to grab onto his pant-leg before he was able to get too far away from her.

"What?" he asked, looking down at her again. The frown on her face made his heart drop, and he felt bad for not calling her out on her sickness before. She looked much worse now than she did this morning, and he wondered if that might've been different had he stayed back to help her instead of going to work.

"Don't get Polly," she paused, taking a few steadying breaths, "just stay here with me, please."

"I'm no good at this stuff, (Y/N)," he pointed out, "Pol knows much more about what you should be eating. She'll have you feelin' better."

"No," she shook her head, sounding so stubborn at the moment, "I just need you," she added, gripping tighter onto the fabric of his trousers as she spoke.

"Need me to do what?" he hazarded an ask, wanting to hear what she wanted straight from her.

"Need you to make me feel better," she answered, jutting out her bottom lip after she was finished speaking, really trying to persuade him.

Tommy chuckled as he heard her words. He couldn't help but let his mind travel to darker avenues before reminding himself that his wife wouldn't be up for anything of that nature tonight...or the next few days, if he was being honest.

"Please, Tommy?" she cut into his thoughts, bringing him out of the metaphorical gutter and back into their living room.

He dropped his head at her request, rubbing the back of it once more before he finally fully gave into his wife's wishes. "I don't think I'm much good at this, love," he told her, hoping his words would serve as a warning when what he gave her didn't amount to what she'd expect.

"You don't need to be good...you just need to be here," she assured him, smiling meekly as she finally let go of his pant-leg. "Can you make some tea for me, please?" she asked him then, hope shining in her eyes.

"I can," he nodded before moving over to the counter where the kettle was sitting. He placed some water on the stove to boil before he moved back over to where (Y/N) was laying.

"Get me the blanket from that chair please?" she asked him next, gingerly pointing over to the chair that it was draped across. Tommy nodded, grabbing the blanket and moving back over to her so that he could spread it out over top of her body.

"Anything else?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Not now," she shook her head, smiling up at him.

Tommy nodded before he moved back over to the kitchen area. There, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and shrugged it off of his shoulders. He draped it over one of the dining chairs before he started working on the buttons of his waist coat. Once that was open, he took that off also, setting it on top of the jacket before he placed his timepiece on the dining table.

The kettle started to whistle just as he was finished pulling his suspenders down, so he moved over to it and went through the process of getting (Y/N)'s tea ready, making sure it was made just the way she liked it.

"Here, love," he said in a soft voice as he carefully transferred the cup and saucer over to her.

"Thank you," she smiled at him gratefully as she brought the cup closer to her mouth, breathing in the warm vapors that the drink was expelling.

"Anything else?" he asked her again, taking on the same facial expression that he previously wore.

"You," she answered simply, looking up at him with the slightest smile playing on her lips.

Tommy chuckled at her blatant answer, shaking his head slightly as he then motioned for her to move on the couch, "move over then so I can sit," he instructed her and she did as he said, moving over on the couch just enough so that he could sit on it. He sat down then, and as soon as he settled in, she leaned back to lay against him. "Comfortable?" he asked her, not wanting her to feel stiff.

"Very," she hummed in response as she then took a sip of her tea.

Tommy couldn't help but smile at her statement. He could've been locked in the betting shop right now; slaving away at the books to make sure that the family was still bringing in profits, or planning out the next move he was going to make on the tracks. He could've stayed at his desk until the early hours of the morning and snuck up into bed to just barely lay his head down before he'd be up and going again. But instead he was here...with the woman who'd essentially made him the man he was today. He didn't know where he'd be without (Y/N). If it hadn't been for her staying by his side, even after everything he'd seen and done in France, he was fairly certain that the Shelby name wouldn't be nearly as big as it was now. She was truly his driving force.

"Could you put this on the table, Tommy?" (Y/N)'s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, reminding him that she was still pressed up against his side.

"Finished already?" he asked her as he took the empty cup and saucer from her hands.

"It was lovely," she smiled at him as she cuddled into his side. Tommy grinned as he draped his arm over her, allowing her to move even closer to him. "There's nothing better than a loving hand and some warm tea when you're sick," she commented, closing her eyes as a blissful smile formed on her face.

Tommy smiled down at her as he began to gently drag his fingers up and down her side. Silence fell between them as he let her rest, happy that she hadn't taken any coughing fits since she'd drank the tea. He could tell by the rasp in her voice that she'd probably been doing so all day. They enjoyed the silence for some time before he spoke again: "how did this all come on?" he asked her, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"What?" (Y/N) asked for clarification as she lifted her head from his chest slightly.

"You gettin’ sick," he added more details to his previous question.

"I guess it was from me being outside in the rain with Finn the other day," she answered.

"In the rain?" there was a slight amount of dismay in Tommy's voice.

"He wanted to go out and play...I figured I'd go with him instead of him bein' by himself," she defended her decision.

"I guess that explains why he broke out into a sneezing fit when I was lookin' for you earlier," Tommy commented on his brief interaction with the eleven year old earlier that day.

"Yeah...he went to Polly's for the night. She said that she'd take care of him," (Y/N) informed him. Tommy nodded at the information.

"Wasn't one of your smartest ideas, you know," he said then, bringing the conversation back to the two of them going out into the rain.

"Going out in the rain?" (Y/N) checked to see if she understood what he was getting at.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"We had fun. If this little cold was the only bad that came from it, I'm fine with that."

"This little cold has rendered you immobile on the couch, (Y/N)," Tommy pointed out.

"It's the price I'll pay for helping Finn feel like he's a child again; even if only just for a little bit," (Y/N) still seemed pleased with her doings. "Plus...it's allowed me to sit here all cuddled up next to you," she added, smiling up at him as she hugged onto him tighter.

Tommy couldn't help but smile back at her. "Get some rest, eh?" he suggested, his words making her nod her head.

"Love you," she mumbled as she rested her head against his shoulder again.

"I love you," he reciprocated the sentiment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He knew that he'd be taking the day off tomorrow, because (Y/N)'s illness most certainly wasn't one of those that just disappeared after a day. That didn't bother him though. The business would be fine if he spent a day away from the office, and (Y/N) needed someone by her side. Like she'd said, a loving hand and some warm tea goes a long way when you're feeling under the weather, and Tommy was determined to provide her with both of those for as long as she needed them.

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[instarsandcrime]

I was wondering, do you have any Alastor head canons? They can be about whatever you'd like to say

Oh dear, that's an interesting question! He's one of the characters that I tend to write at my slowest because honestly, like everyone else, I have no idea what his deal is. But I'll do my best for both snz and otherwise!

Not snz:

To me, he's a fellow anemic. He needs to recover his strength with food after he goes a bit overboard with his powers or transforms into something larger and more eldritch.

As a small addition to the previous headcanon, his go-to food for recovery is his mother's jambalaya rather than the regular venison or otherwise. I know that's a bit of a well-used one, but it's well-used for a reason!

Before episode 5 Alastor most likely still visited swing clubs with Mimzy. I can definitely imagine them tearing up the dance floor together, even after death!

I can also imagine Alastor on regular dinner dates and tea times with Rosie for gossip sessions.

I genuinely do believe in the 'Lilith deal' theory, and that his order is to protect the hotel. However, he's also trying to worm his way out of the deal with the hotel as well.

He refuses to use a cellphone at all times. He would rather suffer a double death. So if there's ever a worst case scenario where he does need to communicate via text, he would probably dictate the message to Niffty. The results tend to vary.

He has a radio in almost every room for security, safety, and communication purposes.

He has a strong alcohol tolerance, considering the 1930's and its speakeasy days. He'd probably be the second or third to last in the hotel to lose to a drinking contest.

The most crack headcanon that I have in regards to Alastor being aroace: Before he fucked off for seven years, Vox tried to ask him out, but Alastor didn't pick up on the cues at all and thought that it was a deal to join the Vees instead. That leaves everyone who asks with the impression that Vox was pissy over asking Alastor to join his team instead of, you know, a date. And the worst part is that Vox can't say shit about what really happened either, because who would just admit that????

He has a deer's tail because I say so, actually.

Snz:

Another obvious one, but he's a germaphobe. 100%.

He's not much of a caretaker unless he really likes the person. Charlie, Niffty, and Rosie are good examples!

When they're asleep he'll sneak in a Creole pet name for luck, as long as no one else is around to hear it.

He has bad bedside manners for anyone he doesn't have much of an opinion on-- or worst case scenario, anyone he hates.

With Lucifer he pulls out all the stops. However, he does align with the fact that he cares about Lucifer recovering-- but only because it would be boring without the regular brand of chaos that he brings.

Connected to the 'Alastor has radios set up around the hotel' headcanon: He has a playlist of over 1,000 songs specifically titled 'Songs Lucifer Hates', and puts each one on full blast until Lucifer caves and takes his medication or goes back to bed.

Yes, this torture method can easily follow him out of Lucifer's room and to any radio in the hotel.

No, Lucifer does not last past four or five songs, and that disappoints Alastor every time.

Alastor does not get sick often, but when he does he gets hit hard.

His sneezing usually comes in doubles or triples, and they tend to be on the more intense side.

They're hard to hold back, so he normally stifles to stay quiet-- unless the room wants to listen to screeching feedback and loud outbursts.

He is a handkerchief user, and carries them wherever he goes. For people very close to him, he will let them keep one.

I'm a sucker for a magic user's loss of control with their powers-- I can see Alastor's emotions get outed by his shadow, or his tentacles shoot out at random intervals.

He gets feverish easily, complete with fever dreams, and tends to mumble about them in his sleep.

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

I thought Oh Pyung-hwa's arc, all of the friends' work arcs actually, were really interesting because they were so different.

Pyung-hwa likes flying, she doesn't really care that much about her job/being promoted, and she's not good at the part they want her to do. She is not a natural saleswoman and honestly, it's stupid that she has to be considering her main purpose is actually safety. She's pushed into going for a promotion because it's The Thing To Do, but when she finally realizes it's impossible, she's free! She finally talks back to her boss and the creepy captain ex-boyfriend because she doesn't have to suck up anymore. She's able to do the parts of the job she likes.

Kang Da-eul is driven. While she recognizes the unfairness of the sucking-up system, she abolishes it for those behind her but keeps doing it herself. We see this in the Thailand trip when she sucks up to Mr. No (thinking he's the head manager). She is also really good at sales and she clearly wants to go further in her job if she can, her ending is having that way open to her because she has the connections and gets her boss fired for misconduct. Her problem is that her family obligations are overwhelming and she gets zero support from her husband. That problem is somewhat unsatisfactorily solved by the end, though it would have been better if the husband actually realized the injustice of what he was doing...

(Da-eul also is a contrast to Ms. Gu who entirely neglects her family to focus only on her job. Da-eul does both, which causes a lot of strain but her relationship with her child is like 10,000% better).

And then Cheon Sa-rang is less focused on promotion and just focused on doing her job well. She is driven by feeling that she's done a good job and made guests happy, not as much by external reward. She doesn't really suck up, she's nice to everyone pretty equally. She advances quickly because she is competent and because she gets somewhat lucky (in a job where sneezing can have you banished, she was lucky to advance!). What she realizes is that she's being promoted away from the parts of the job she actually enjoys, which is a pretty common problem, especially for people who like their job but hate management. Her solution to work at a very small hotel where she can do everything is lovely.

All of these problems and different ways of approaching work felt really real, so yes, King the Land did have plot, and it was well written.

[inevitablemoment]

What Else is There to Do When You're Sick on Valentine's Day?

Word Count: 598

Warnings: Sinus infection, sick character

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige Spengler

Did I write this while dealing with a sinus infection of my own? Yes.

Did I write the end bit because I want to imagine what it would be like to meet Jim Henson? Yes.

Enjoy!

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Valentine's Day 1988

Cathleen coughed into her elbow, wincing at the feeling deep in her throat. She reached for her glass of water and took a sip; the cold water helped a bit, but not by much. And it still hurt to swallow.

Yesterday, she had hoped that her sinuses would clear up and her throat would stop hurting. But, then again, she had only started her antibiotic two days before, and she had woken up with a sore throat on Wednesday.

She grabbed another tissue to blow her nose as she saw Egon coming in from the kitchen with her dinner-- a bowl of her favorite stew with a plate of saltines on the side. She tightly wrapped her blanket around her as she tried to adjust herself to a sitting position. She considered taking another bath, even if she had taken one earlier that morning.

"Here you go-- careful," Egon advised as he handed the tray to her.

"Thank you," she rasped out.

Immediately, Cathleen took a saltine and dipped it into the stew. The heat soothing on her throat, and she needed her voice to recover as soon as possible.

Egon brushed a few locks of her hair out of her eyes; her hair had become a complete rat's nest in the last couple of days. And the dark circles under her eyes didn't need to confirm to him the rough time that she had getting to sleep. She had to take two Benadryl along with her night dose of antibiotic to knock herself out at night. Her nose was red and irritated, even though he had picked up the tissues with lotion in them. He hated seeing her so miserable.

Cathleen sighed as much as she could with her stuffed-up nose. Egon had sent Callie to stay with Ray because she had been so excited to spend the night at his place while her parents enjoyed Valentine's Day. Besides, Cathleen definitely deserved a kid-free night.

She was a bit relieved when Egon was so insistent that they cancel their Valentine's Day plans and stayed home that night. She felt too woozy and feverish to put on makeup and play dress-up (as much as she loved that). Staying out past midnight did not sound very appealing when she only seemed to be getting three hours of sleep.

Her stomach let out a growl that sounded as pathetic as she felt as she scooped up more of her stew with a cracker. "Egon, I'm sorry that we couldn't go out tonight."

"I don't mind," he assured her. "Even if you weren't sick, I would've been happy to just stay in. I'm just sorry that you're not feeling well."

"Not as sorry as me," Cathleen told him. "I feel like shit."

She held up a finger before grabbing another tissue and sneezing loudly into it, then blowing her nose again. She took another sip of water. She sneezed two more times before looking blearily at her husband.

"You can't possibly find me attractive right now," she said.

"Of course I do," Egon told her. "Cath, you're beautiful, even when you're covered in our daughter's vomit."

She smiled. "That's sweet to hear-- but, also, a little gross."

After Cathleen finished her dinner and Egon washed the dishes, the two of them snuggled on the couch, watching Muppets Take Manhattan.

"Wasn't it nice of Jim Henson to send us this advance copy after we ran into him filming that summer?" Cathleen asked.

Egon smiled. "Cath, we didn't just run into him-- you actively sought out where they were filming."

[waterfallofspace]

Going through your blog and saw you posted that “give emojis and characters” but didn’t see any get done. If you’re still doing those… maybe 😳 and 🤧 for like… the Hunting Dogs? (Yes I’m hyperfixated on them. But maybe don’t do Teruko she looks like a kid 😭 she’s a girlboss tho I’ll say that)

Hiii, thank you~!! Omg I'd love to do it for them, (and don't worry, this is a hyperfixation safe zone. You're not the only one who has them here, hahaha~)

I'll pop it under a cut bc it'll get long <3 (spoilers for the fifth hunting dog, incase anyone hasn't finished season 4 / caught up on the manga~)

~~ Key ~~ 😳: Are they embarrassed by their sneezes, or do they just not really care? Do they apologize after sneezing? Do they say “sorry!” or “excuse me!” or anything like that? If they’re embarrassed about it, why? 🤧: What does their sneeze sound like? (Description, spelling, or both!)

Fukuchi: 😳 - No, he's not embarrassed. If anything he'll make a production of it, though usually he'd just let it go and move on. 🤧 - A bit rougher, loud, something along the lines of "hh'RSHHaa-! yehRSHH'shoo-! ah'RKSHH-!"

Tetchou: 😳 - Depends. Generally I'd wager not embarrassed per se, but doesn't want to dwell on them either. Would rather no one comment and he gets to just keep working without interruption. (can be a bit embarrassed when it's a fit though~) 🤧 - I kiinda hear it a little growly, but with a lot of his voice, and a touch desperate? Sooo, something like "eh'yiezzshhoo-! ak'tzzzshhoo-! rzshh- izshh- hh'RZSHH'dieuu-!"

Tachihara: 😳 - Yes. Absolutely, yes. He wants to be seen as strong, and unwavering, and he considering sneezing 'showing weakness' and he hates it. (not to mention his sneeze isn't exactly 'mafia/military' worthy, in his mind) 🤧 - Not tiny or girly, but rather high pitched. Not a ton of his voice though, more like a fairly normal sneeze but with a 'shhiee-!' sound he can't quite get rid of. So like, "ek'shhhiee-! ashhh'iee-! ah'kzshhh'iee-! ah'yzshhhhiee-!"

Jouno: 😳 - Outwardly, he acts like he isn't. But inwardly, he definitely gets embarrassed by it. Mostly because it leaves him so vulnerable, since he relies on smell as well as sound, and having a fit takes those away from him. But also partially because people always tease him about them. 🤧 - Why do people tease him? Because he has lil fits that sound like "ah'diew-! kshh'iew-! ak'shhhiew-! heHh- enGZSHhh'tiew-! hhyIIShh'diew-!" Generally smaller sneezes that build up into bigger ones, but no matter what, that 'iew-!" sound is always at the end. (though, unlike Tachihara, he doesn't attempt to change it.)

Alright, there you go~!! Thank you for the ask, this was fun~ (aaand as always, these are just current hcs, and in fics/other content, they may change based on the request or what story I'm going for, but just for fun, here's what I'd say based on personality/my mind~!!)

[sleptwithinthesun]

the c/hicago au n/ancy w/heeler snzcanons, because why not. considering possibly doing snzkink hcs for her and steve as well? perhaps? idk. if y'all are into the au, i'll definitely write them :)

- sneezes in doubles, with a slight pause in between. it's not really long enough for people to think that she's done, but it's long enough that there's a sense of ✨anticipation✨ lol

- pitchy buildups. you know those people whose pitch just gets higher on each breath? yeah that's nancy. they're not long, but steve did tease her about it a bit when they were dating in high school

- can stifle, but doesn't like to? nancy finds it uncomfortable when she does it, and tends to get a little self-conscious because like. stifling is something she likes, so to her, it's a lil funky to be fulfilling her own preferences

- unrelated, but hair bounce when sneeze. idk it's just cute to me

- i've never seen this next one talked about before, but i think nancy would close her eyes pretty hard whenever she sneezes, regardless of the force.

- sneezes into her elbow or the back of her wrist. the latter is only when she's forced to stifle though

- isn't afraid to admit that she's sick but also just won't stay put. like she'll tell steve and jonathan that she's sick and they'll be like "cool now please stay in bed" and twenty minutes later they'll find her cleaning the dishes or something. nancy please rest

- normal temp! she would make it easy to tell if she's actually running a fever or not, unlike her boyfriends

- straight-up just doesn't get sick. nancy got sick badly once as a little baby and her immune system fully went "yeah no we're not doing that shit again" and toughened up. she hasn't been sick once since eighth grade

- that's part of the reason why she doesn't like resting if she's sick; nancy doesn't ever consider herself "sick enough" to take a break, and she's usually correct.

- if she were to get sick, her symptoms would literally just be a cough and a headache or something. like illness does NOTHING to her, making her the designated caregiver <3

- very few allergies as well.

- maybe she'll react to dust if there's a lot of it? really it's nbd though

- the one thing that DOES get to nancy is this spice called star anise. it's used in a lot of asian dishes (pho, biryani, etc) but i think american people mostly use it in cookies and jams and stuff. but yeah it really gets to nancy, although her reactions are pretty quick. remove the allergen and she'll be fine in a minute or two

- hates sneezing. she likes it for other people, but not herself

ye. i hope those were okay lol :) if you want, you can send me an ask about the au and i will be more than happy to answer it

[reverie-starlight]

can i request Semi and his s/o are very busy and when they finally get together, s/o gets sick and she feels bad because she thinks she ruined the date.

Yes ofc!!! This is such a cute ask 😭 and I’M SO SORRY it took me this long to write it, anon, I hope you can forgive me!! School has been insanely busy and I’m still getting used to university life, so writing kind of had to take a back seat for a bit (and still might, considering I have my first midterm on Oct.7th). 

Also- I am currently a little bit sick, so I definitely modeled the reader after myself with how they act in this fic :’)

{a change of plans - semi. e}

GN!reader

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF i got butterflies writing this :’)

Warnings: none, just absolute fluff.

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Light shone through the curtains of your bedroom as you rolled around in your sheets, trying to get comfortable after being rudely woken up by your alarm. When that task proved to be impossible, you groaned and rubbed a hand over your eyes. Something felt off with, but you were still too sleepy to put a finger on it. 

It wasn’t until you tried to sit up and the room started spinning that you realized-

You felt like shit.

You groaned once again and flopped back into bed. Reaching over for you phone, you checked the date and frowned. Guilt pooled in your stomach. 

It was Friday- your day off, which meant you could rest, but you and your boyfriend had been trying to plan a date for weeks now. School and work kept getting in the way, and your schedules finally seemed to align this weekend, starting today. 

But now it looked like you’d have to cancel again to prevent him from getting sick. 

Semi was meant to come over around lunchtime and spend the weekend at your place, starting with a date tonight at a fancy restaurant, so there was still enough time to call him and let him know, but if you were being honest with yourself, all you wanted in that moment was to be cuddled up in his arms as he ran a hand up and down your back. If you could admit one thing about yourself, it was that you got incredibly needy for him while feeling sick. 

It wasn’t fair that you hadn’t actually spent any quality time together in the last few weeks and now you were getting frustrated with yourself for getting sick on the one weekend you finally could. Thoughts of pretending to be fine and having him over anyway popped up. 

However, you knew telling him the truth was the only option here. He had shows next week, and you would hate to infect him and take him away from those. Not to mention he’d also be out of his day job for a couple days.

Plus, after an intense coughing fit and a sneeze, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fake your health anyway. 

So you slowly sat up again and pressed the call button on his contact with teary eyes. It took a few rings for him to pick up, but when you heard his voice on the line, you sniffed. “Eita?” 

“Baby? Hey, what’s wrong?” He was obviously woken up by your call, but the sleepiness in his voice was soon overtaken by sweet concern at the sound of your scratchy voice. 

“Eita, I’m sick. I woke up with a cold and now you can’t come over because I don’t want to get you sick too, and I’m so so so so sorry that I got sick this weekend, I miss you and I know we were both looking forward to it and now I’ve ruined it and-” you broke into another fit of coughs.

“Hey y/n, calm down, it’s okay,” his voice was calming and slow and successfully soothed you. He waited for you to finish coughing before continuing. “You didn’t ruin anything, alright? It’s not your fault that you got sick. Just relax for a bit, try to get some more sleep.” 

You frowned. “Are you sure? Eita, I’m really sorry. I miss you so much.” Your voice cracked at the end as you fought back some tears. 

 “I’m sure. I miss you too, but please rest up. I’m coming over anyway.”

Your eyes widened. “Eita, wait-”

“Nope. You can’t convince me to stay home, I want to come and take care of you.” 

Your heart swelled. You felt guilty that he might end up sick, but he was insisting so you thanked him instead. 

“Of course, baby, anything for you. I’ll let myself in with the key in case you’re asleep by time I get there. Love you, bye.”

He hung up after that, and you stared at the black screen for a minute after that before smiling a bit. You loved your boyfriend so much. 

Despite him telling you to sleep some more, you wanted to get up and tidy the house like you originally planned. A foggy head and sore throat wasn’t enough to stop you. Being awake and moving around usually helps with feeling better. You always feel worse in the morning when you’re sick. 

Plus, laying in bed any longer without your boyfriend might just end up making you more touch starved than you already were.

So you got done with your morning routine and headed into the living room to tidy up a bit. An hour later, when you were on the couch with a blanket and some tea, you heard the lock of your front door turning and instantly smiled. 

After some fumbling, Semi finally walked through the door with his overnight bag among other things and headed right for your kitchen. You giggled a bit as he looked over to the couch then did a double take. “I thought I told you to get some sleep, my love.”

You just put your arms out for him and he set down his bags before diving for you. You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and got as close as possible. Moving your head away from him, you said “Eita, I just wanted a quick hug, if you get too close, you’ll get sick too!”

He nuzzled even closer to you and kissed along your jaw and cheeks. “We do this every time you get sick, beautiful, when are you going to realize that I don’t care about getting sick? Also, I missed you, let me smother you a bit.”

You tried to hide your smile from him but he saw it and leaned in closer so that his breath was on your face. “Besides,” he whispered, “we both know that you turn into the biggest baby when you’re not feeling well and you get so needy for me.” 

This time you couldn’t hide your smile and you whined. “Eitaaaa, don’t tease me, I’m vulnerable right now.” 

He laughed and apologized with more littered kisses across your face. You started laughing a bit, too, enjoying the attention you were getting, but you cringed as you turned your face away from him and coughed into your sleeve. 

He stroked your cheek with his knuckles when you were done, frowning. “I’m sorry you’re sick, baby, I brought you some medicine if you want.”

You shook your head. “I haven’t eaten yet, I don’t want to take it on an empty stomach.” 

“I brought food if you want something. We can call it brunch. Or we can just wait until lunchtime comes, but I think some food might do you good. Your face is warm, but you’re shivering.”

You hummed and leaned into his hand, eyes closed. “Mmm, yes please. Food sounds good.”

He smiled fondly at you and kissed your forehead. He got up and handed you your tea, which had been placed on the table beside you when you beckoned him for a hug. 

“I love you, y/n, I’m always going to take care of you when you’re not well, you know that right? And really don’t worry about our date, baby, we’ll make it fun from home.”

You gave him a shy grin. “Thank you, Eita, I love you too.”

He kissed your cheek and then he was off to the kitchen to prepare your food.

An hour later when you were done eating and your medicine was kicking in, you turned to Semi and looked at him expectantly. You fiddled with your hands a bit and tapped your foot on the ground. You weren’t good at asking for the things you wanted.

He raised an eyebrow and scanned your body language before breaking out into a tender smile. “Would you like some affection now, sweetheart?”

You nodded and immediately went into his arms. As an adult, and also someone who was always giving your all to others, you rarely got the chance to be taken care of and babied in return. So when you were sick (and even when you weren’t sometimes, to be honest), Semi took it upon himself to be the one to pamper you and love on you a little extra the way you deserved.

And you took full advantage of that.

He pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into it as well. When he stood up, you wrapped your legs around him and he began the trek back to the bedroom.

He tried to set you down on the bed, but you giggled and held on tighter so that he physically had to pry you off of him. One of his hands held you protectively on your back, the other pinched your side, causing you to squeal and let go of him. He laughed when you fell back onto the bed and followed you down so that he was laying in on top of you.

You frowned and lightly pushed him off, lying down by the headboard, and he followed suit once again. His front was calling to you and you flopped on top of him, finally getting what you’ve been waiting for since you woke up.

He rubbed your back soothingly up and down as your face nuzzled into his chest. Instant waves of comfort washed upon you. Sweet nothings were murmured into your ear. “You really are just a big cuddly baby deep down, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Starting to fall asleep, you just nodded along making him snort. “My baby.”

You smiled and planted a kiss right on his chest, not caring that his t-shirt now had lip balm on it. “Thank you for everything, Eita. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, y/n. Now get some rest. When you wake up from your nap we can get take out and watch a movie.”

You drifted off into a peaceful sleep shortly after that.

Thank you for reading!!! Sorry this took so long, once again, but I’m happy with this!! I’m literally the biggest baby when I’m sick and just want to be held, so if this is too cheesy for you, I’m very sorry but it’s what I needed to write at this point 😭

Please reblog!! <3

[madhare0512]

A Comprehensive List of Spideyfist Interactions (pt.2)

hello and welcome back to: reasons Spideyfist is canon. a series where i take you through each episode of The Ultimate Spiderman and show you why i believe that Spiderman and Iron Fist are dating in canon. and also give you a little insight into my thoughts of the show

warnings for: episode spoilers, season spoilers, action/injury description, unsolicited commentary, probable cussing, violence, caps lock

this part features episodes 7 through 13 of season one

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S1E7 Exclusive: 

- Danny is in this episode for point-five seconds and he doesn’t even speak or interact with Peter much so again, almost entirely headcanon and commentary but i’ll try

- MJ going through different versions of her name for the Daily Bugle interview was really cute

- this entire episode is filmed almost entirely from the POV of MJ’s camera and that’s a crime

- while Sam, Ava, and Luke look vaguely upset about the interview, Danny just looks tired, almost as if this is a fight he’s heard and is not interested in continuing. 

- honorable PowerTiger mention: Ava and Luke are practically sitting in each other’s laps

- lets count the amount of times MJ is picked up and moved by Peter as Spiderman. here’s one

- that’s two

- MJ is a fucking idiot, you don’t run TOWARDS the danger, even if you’re a reporter

- bug man is somehow the best and worst insult Hulk could’ve come up with 

- how many times did Peter consider calling the team this fight? cause all we see is what the camera shows us, so it’s possible he tried to call the team

- “then stay low” ah yes, perfect compromise

- at least she acknowledges she’s not being smart here

- five

- eight, but off camera

-i think people sometimes forget that behind the sarcasm and powers is a kid who’s super fucking smart and way out of his depth. Peter’s used to being a solo act, he doesn’t know how to be a team leader, you know?

- SHIELD in this series makes me angry specifically because Peter is a proven ally and they shot at him anyway

- eleven, two off camera, one partially off camera

- headcanon: “sparky” is also a nickname Peter affectionately uses for Danny when they start dating 

- ahh the end of the camera pov

- Hulk just picks Peter up and moves him like he weighs nothing

- you don’t see the kind of desperation Peter displays when searching for MJ often. so far, it’s shown for Harry and MJ alone. 

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S1E8: Back in Black

- the dragon man scares me, but only because i love dragons and hate to see them slandered like this

- the Venom suit is cool but that’s essentially it for this version of Venom

- why don’t people listen to Peter’s bad feelings more often?

- Peter sits next to Danny during the meeting

- while the others harp on Peter for being jealous and cry about him being sick, Danny says, “perhaps you’re seeing connections where there are none” which i believe was his attempt at comforting Peter. Venom was traumatizing for all of them, but for Peter especially

- also, i know the wiki says that Fury and the team wanted Venom on the team, but the first one who brings that up is Peter. 

- the fact that no one says “are you okay?” kind of hurts, but also from the voice and excessive sneezing t’s kinda obvious he isn’t so i’ll give them a pass on that. i’m attributing the no comforting to the fact that they’ve only known each other for a few months or so at this point. i like to believe that Danny reaches out later and asks after Peter because he’s that kind of guy

- okay, so if it wasn’t obvious BEFORE NOW that this fake-Spidey is Harry, the flexing bit just proves it. 

- also, how Harry doesn’t put it together that Peter is Spiderman from this episode alone is beyond me

- another thing that turns me off of SpideyNova is that Sam seems to constantly antagonize Peter at every chance he gets

- this episode marks the beginning of Peter and Harry’s cracking friendship

- Harry’s whole villain arc later in the series is actually very tragic when you consider that all it really is, is that Harry wants his dad’s approval. it’s all he’s ever wanted

- “last time we met, you had someone inside there that shouldn’t be” flashbacks to episode 4 when Sam, Luke, and Danny got trapped

- Vemon is much cooler in the Hardy movies if i’m honest with myself, but that’s only because of Eddie Brock

- headcanon: Harry Osborn has electricity scars on his back

- Peter recounting his fight to Fury is cute

- the team all harp on Peter for getting them sick, but Danny’s comment was “there is absolutely no enlightenment to be found in this level of misery” which less harping and more a complaint that he doesn’t like being sick

- side note: colds are spread by bodily fluid and Peter has hardly been around the team unless you count sneezing at Sam from like six feet away, so how did the entire team catch Peter’s cold?

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S1E9 Field Trip: 

- Peter, sir, why the juice box?

- of course Danny studied the ancient texts and OF COURSE he can read this Nordic rock. also, i fully believe that Danny’s mystic powers are the only reason the stone activated to send the Frost Giant through

- so you can’t see it well and it’s only for a split second, but when the Frost Giant first brings it’s club down and it brings the club back up, you can see that Peter has appeared in front of Danny and Sam has now teleported to be standing behind Luke. i’m counting this towards SpideyFist for the express reason that there is NO NEED for Peter and Danny to be standing that close together

- “what is that thing?”, Danny you studied the ancient texts and they said NOTHING about Frost Giants?

- the second Danny gets hurt, Peter’s giving orders for “less talking, more teamwork”

- this might be me, but Peter always sounds so admiring when he talks about Danny and this introduction to Thor is no different

- Danny jumping in to calm the arguement, by offering the sage advice DIRECTLY TO PETER

- okay, so Luke, Sam, and Ava are looking in the direction i assume the ice came from, but Danny is not, so what’s Danny looking at? my guess? he was going to warn Peter and Thor about the Frost Giants before they even appeared

- Danny goes looking for weak points in the ice and without even discussing it, Peter knows exactly what he’s doing which suggests a level of familiarity we’ve yet to see between Peter and the others

- Peter also asks how the progress is coming and when Danny responds with one of his sayings instead of “yes, no” or something more concrete, Peter just accepts it without comment

- “found it” busts through a wall of solid ice like it’s nothing DAMN BOY 

- you know, the Frost Giants keep freezing Danny specifically and i feel like it’s telling that it’s happened TWICE that Danny was incapacitated first (once with Venom and now with the Frost Giants)

- when desposited back in the snow, Danny and Peter land directly parallel to each other

- Danny and Peter step forward together when the dwarf is scolding Thor

- when they find him, the Master Dwarf is working on the sword he’ll later give to Danny

- in the line up, Danny and Peter are standing close together. you don’t see their hands, but i firmly believe they held hands at first

- what is it with Danny and Peter and standing close together this episode? it’s like every chance they get. just another reason i firmly believe this is the episode BEFORE they got together

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S1E10 Freaky: 

- Mesmero gives “skiddish teenager” vibes, not “supervillain” vibes

- when Sam goes to protest as Peter walks away, Danny stops him from saying anything, which i am in fact counting as minorly protective

- Danny is the only one who seems actually concerned with how Peter’s acting instead of upset.

- Danny’s question also suggests that he expected an honest response, as if he’d asked something similar before, perhaps many times. and the shoulder touch! 

- firstly, Wolverine is unneccisarily aggressive with a non-confrontational Danny, but second, the way Danny looks both afraid and concerned says a lot to how he feels about Peter and how Peter acts around him

- “baby i do like me a redhead” flashbacks to Wolverine’s crush on Jean

- off screen convos include what Wolverine said to the team, MJ, and Harry and how things went down with Danny specifically. something like: “kid, you got a guy willing to stand up for you when you’re not yourself and when you’ve just threatened him. if i where you, i wouldn’t let him go.”

- Danny was in Peter’s “soap opera” themed daydream-sequence alongside MJ and Ava, who would both be considered love-interests

- a random Deadpool appears

- Peter also apologizes off-screen to the team, MJ, and Harry. this is the episode Danny and Peter get together

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S1E11 Venom Attack:

- okay, and again i’ll say Peter is supposed to operate independant of SHIELD. Nick can’t order him off the assignment

- Danny doesn’t seem annoyed at being caught in the webs like the others are

- Danny is the only one Peter apologizes to when Peter redirects the team’s attacks on Venom

- Danny is the first one Peter acknowledges when he’s being scolded by the team for keeping secrets

- “wait, you can do that?” “he can do that” not Danny casually being the only one who remembers that Peter is fucking SMART

- Danny being the one to consistantly acknowldge there is another life inside Venom once being told so and using Harry’s name as a reminder to the others that it’s PETER’S BEST FRIEND that acts as Venom’s host

- Danny’s the first one to show up on the roof when Peter’s up there with Venom

- USM!Osborn makes the list of shitty fathers purely because he’s using his son as a science experiment

- okay “Squash the Spider” is kinda fucked, but also they’re stupid teenagers so i’m giving them a “they don’t know much better” pass where everyone apologizes off screen

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S1E12 Me Time: 

- Peter being worried about Aunt May being caught indencent is really cute

- FURY GAVE MINORS CONTRACTS TO SIGN AND THOUGHT THAT’D BE A-O-FUCKING-KAY? jesus fuck the more i watch this show as an adult the more fucked up it seems

- we’re supposed to see him leaving his communicator and walking out as Peter being idiotic, but in reality this is a massive breech of privacy for a company full of SPIES who give contracts to teenagers and expect them to sign it with no issues. and you know, maybe there are none. i guarentee you that if a lawyer went over those contracts, there’d be a lot of things wrong with them. these are children! the only ones of them that have legal guardians are Luke and Peter. Luke’s parents are SHIELD scientists and Peter lives with his Aunt! this is fucking BS

- no notable interactions between Danny and Peter in this episode, so here’s a headcanon. when Danny found out that Spiderman was captured by Doc Ock, he went to Peter’s home and asked to spend a few hours out with him. under the guise of making sure Peter is okay. in reality it’s because Danny’s kinda scared to lose Peter, even only knowing him for a short amount of time

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S1E13 Strange Days: 

- this is one of my favorite episodes because of the whole magic v. science debate. i think it’s really cool

- Danny tells Peter that he was dreamwalking, which seems pretty personal and private. Peter didn’t seem shocked when Danny tells him this, so they’ve likely talked about it, which means that Peter has probably given Danny permission to walk in his dreams. 

- Danny wakes Peter up instead of someone he’s known longer, like Luke, or someone better suited to a mystic battle, like Ava

- Danny wakes Peter up KNOWING how Peter feels about actual magic, implying they’ve talked about that as well, at length probably because Danny’s on the mystic side of things while Peter firmly believes in science

- Peter knows Danny well enough to predict Danny’s reaction to something unexplained that he seems to know a little something about, explained as “weird and foreboding”

- Danny holds on to Peter’s waist when they’re riding the Spider-Cycle, much like one in media would traditionally hold on if you where DATING

- even Danny’s explaination of magic sounds practiced, as if he’s repeated it a lot, specifically to Peter

- Danny seems so happy when Peter seems to get something he’s saying

- Peter’s fond exasperation when the quote goes over Danny’s head

- Danny takes all of Peter’s jokes and silliness without complaint or judgement

- traditoinally, bowing to someone is shown to be a sign of respect to them. Danny bowing to Peter, even sarcastically, kind of shows the same thing

- Peter acts like “a beacon to someone with [Danny’s] sensitivities” which i’m counting because it falls under the “fate put them together” tag

- Danny comforting Peter when his mind is blown BIG TIME by Doctor Strange, with an arm around the shoulders and a hand on the bicep

- idk if this makes sense, but during the full episode, Peter’s focus is on Danny almost entirely, even when it seems like it’s not

- Danny’s immediately justification of bringing Peter instead of someone more qualified, Danny is Peter’s number-one fan and you can’t convince me otherwise

- in Luke’s dreamworld, Danny and Peter are tied back to back, which is symbolic in that even Luke sees they’re always there for each other. Luke and Danny may be ride-or-die, but Danny and Peter are more than even that

- Peter looks at Danny when he says, “i will temporarily press pause on my magic bashing”, mystic arts are a big part of who Danny is as a person and Peter knows that, which means that, coming from Peter, those words would mean more to him than they would to Strange

- Peter gets knocked down and Danny IMMEDIATELY takes out the Dreamon who does it and then helps Peter up. he also proceeds to explain the rules of this world Peter’s never been exposed to

- Peter clocks it immediately when Danny disappears into his dreamroom

- Danny’s introduction of his home to Peter, even in his dreamlike state

- Peter continuously trying to tell Danny that this isn’t real, even saying “i bet it’s fantastic, in REAL LIFE” and saying “that’s Nightmare!”

- Danny’s assurance to Peter that he doesn’t have anything to fear, but not saying he’s not afraid. clever bit of word play there, tbh. also Peter knowing Danny’s scared anyway

- despite being in the dreamworld, Danny STILL listens to Peter when Peter says anything

- Peter defends Danny against his own worst fears, struggling agianst iron bars that keep him away from Danny while shouting encouragement. 

- Danny tells Peter his worst fears, a choice he makes to elaborate on what Peter is already seeing

- Peter punches through three iron bars to get to Danny

- i firmly believe that Nightmare’s roaring wasn’t what kicked Peter out of Danny’s dreamroom, but Danny himself. Danny is supposed to be the mysterious, mystic warrior, a king sometime in the future when his year of study is up. i highly doubt he was given lessons on mental health in K’un-Lun, so it’s probable that Danny doesn’t want Peter to see him at a low point. so he kicks Peter out of his dreamroom in order to protect both himself and Peter, because god knows the kind of damage a damn dragon can to the unexperienced soul

- “he’s playing your fears! just like he did Iron Fist!” Peter is so far gone, mans isn’t even HERE and he’s still mentioning him every two seconds

- Danny and Peter are standing UNNECCISARILY CLOSE TOGETHER

- “nice entrance!” “i try. thank you for beliving in me” translation: “thank god your back” “of course i am, you saved me”. ALTERNATE TRANSLATION: “you came!” “you called.”

- THE SHOULDER TOUCHING

- in my experience, when you’re sleeping around another person, generally you feel safe around them. which lines up with what happened in this ep, but also, one experience doesn’t equal a pattern

- going back to the desperation thing from episode 7? the desperation’s been shown for Danny now

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thank you!

[moodymisty]

THERES A SUBMISSIVE CHOO CHOO YRAIN FOR THE BATCHERS??!! COUNT ME IN!!

Hmmmm, how about submissive Crosshair? In a situation where he’s rarely been… pegging ..my mouth drools at the thought lmaoooo but yes pegging . This cold broody man as a whimpering mess as he’s being pounded into, cock throbbing as he aches to cum but you don’t let him j u s t yet 🫡

Submissive clone train barreling through the Coruscant streets

Also I am so sorry this took so long lmao had a bit of writers, melancholy? I had ideas but no will to sneeze it out along with just -gestures to general existence- sorry this is so short!

So I have another sub!Crosshair thing in the works of my own idea, but I want to do my part to further my pillow princess!Crosshair agenda so without further ado

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pegging, Dom/sub dynamics, I promise you pamper Crosshair like a king after this wrecking but I just didn’t write it all down

Crosshair is normally quite quiet. He’s never been one to overtly moan or shatter glass, which has made some of the riskier escapades the two of you have gotten into possible in the first place. He seems to take a decent bit of pride in it too; When he’s unraveling you into pleading moans while he is still mostly composed.

But it seems that there is an exception to that part of Crosshair you thought was a constant, unbreakable pillar.

“F-Fuck…” He hisses through gritted teeth, and had you not known any better, he sounded almost angry. Maybe in a way he was, though more so angry about being so absolutely undone by you.

He hates it, that he can’t hide and be snarky and composed with the upper hand.

His forehead rests on the side of his forearm, other hand gripping the bed frame both hands clenched into tight fists. His body feels hot, far hotter than usual when he’s the one in control. It not something he’d used to and neither are you, but at least you seem to be getting an absolutely devious kick out of it all.

Crosshair would normally say he’d punish you for it, but then again that sort of teasing is half the reason he’s bent over like this in the first place.

And for awhile now too, enough so that he almost feels like he’s loosing a bit of the venom that’s usually coating his tongue.

He’s so close, his muscles are tight and teeth are gritting, just about to cum. All those signs make it quite obvious for you, and so you slow down enough to make sure he just doesn’t quite get there.

“Not just yet,” You say, feeling his body tighten under your hands.

“Fuck you,” He grits out; Feeling the way you’ve slowed enough to deny him what he wants. You consider it payback for all the time he’s done the same to you and been sígnificantly more evil about it.

You feel you’re being merciful compared to how he would be, not that he is going to agree.

“I am, actually.” He’d consider just trying to turn this whole situation on his head if he had more willpower to, and if his cock didn’t ache so much after being tempted so close and finally being able to reach his peak.

He groans as he cums, body tight as you continue to but more slowly fuck him through it. He’s so much louder than he usually is, and you’ll take the delight in it tonight knowing that you more than likely won’t hear it again for a long, long while.

But soon enough you slowly and what was originally a pretty tight grip becomes far gentler; And you slowly pull away from him and make sure he’s still in one piece. Mentally and physically, as no matter how much he complains he’s going to get a considerable pampering after all this.

But it only takes one look over his body to see his overall state; Crosshair seems absolutely wrecked, even though his somewhat angry expression.

“Hopefully nobody comms for you tomorrow, then.” You’ve had your fair share of glares, particularly from Crosshair; but none have ever contained the amount of malice the one he’s throwing you right now has.

You smile at him, but also hope you didn’t jinx it.

[waterfall-ambience]

Gonna ask more bc it is also fun/neat if that's okay with you, 3 with Luna and 12 with Avery? Also the minion hoodie, really? lmao! Anyway, I hope you have a good week and school has been going okay with all those exams and stuff! :-D

3. What’s something pointless/petty/unimportant that IRRATIONALLY ANNOYS THE HELL out of your OC?

Captain Luna was raised in an era where social etiquette was much stricter (he’s 233 years old, for us that would be like growing up during the time of the French Revolution + Napoleonic era), so for a time, he was much more particular about manners than other people, and still is, to a degree.

He’s ‘gotten with the times’, as one does, and having been around for so long, he’s mostly become desensitised to a lot of typical ‘pet peeves’. People will interrupt conversations. People will leave dirty dishes in the sink. People will loudly blow their noses and sneeze without covering. People will be annoying and stupid and gross and horribly selfish, but he’s seen it all and it doesn’t bother him as much as it used to.

‘It’s not worth my time’, he tells himself, even if it gets under his skin, ’To quote Alice: ‘it’s a ‘me’ problem’’.

But by the gods, does he hate the sound of people chewing bananas. Over two hundred years and he swears that he’s fine and has gotten used to it, but he hasn’t. It drives him up the wall, every single fucking time.

12. What perfectly-normal-to-them-thing does your OC do that confuses/pisses off/terrifies their neighbours?

He doesn’t think much of it, but Avery has an absurd tolerance to certain hot and cold sensations, far greater than Minerva ever has. He can go out in the snow wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and he can touch hot food that’s just come out of the oven (with minimal time to cool). One time a kettle kind of exploded on him and he was perfectly fine. The Heroic Minute of cold showers means nothing to him.

He’s gotten some very concerned reactions over the years, but nothing has come close to when other people have tried his cooking.

It’s insanely spicy. He adds so much hot sauce and pepper that he’s met with looks of horror whenever he tries cooking in the communal kitchen. As it currently stands, only a handful of people have been able to eat what he considers to be his ‘normal’ level of spice, let alone tolerate or actively enjoy it. He’s managed to send both Minerva and Captain Luna fighting for their lives in the bathroom, on separate occasions.

As a child, Avery watched a movie where one character had built up a tolerance to poison by slowly increasing his dosage until he could drink it straight, while those without the tolerance just died. His mother didn’t let him try with anything ‘cool’, like nightshade or pufferfish (‘No, absolutely not, you’re going to die’), but she did let him try with capsaicin all those years ago. Now, several years later, he’s gotten his wish, LMAO.

Re: The minion ahegao hoodie. Yes. Phobos has one and he only keeps it around because it makes Newton uncomfortable.

The gamer shirt, on the other hand, is so unfunny that it’s just stupid. No one reacts, so there isn’t even a point.

[codes]

minccino izumi is so cute... matthew what pokemon would izumi have do you think. i think he'd like Milotic

hi karol ty for asking me this and sorry for taking a bit to get to this ask. infortunately youve unlocked a terrifying compartment in my mind called "matthew has already been thinking about this for 2 weeks straight" and now the terrors are escaping from its wretched labyrinth. i feel that its tempting to assign pokemon based on a character's appearance so i tried to think more outside the box for this one...

ur absolutely right!!! ive been thinking about this myself but hed 100% want a milotic since theyre considered the most beautiful pokemon but theyre not exactly a species that can be easily found in the wild so he would choose to raise it from its ugly lil feebas form but the stupid lil fucker wont evolve no matter what he does. he's treated it to the highest pedigree fish food that u can give to a pokemon and the stupid thing will just look at him w its placid lil blank eyes and spit water in his face. it irritates him beyond belief but izumi is still a v kind person despite his crabbiness so he spoils it despite how much of a joke it is in knights that it wont evolve no matter how much attention he gives it (theres a theory in knights that it doesnt evolve on purpose bc it likes being babied).

izumi hates the heat so hed shy away from fire types and say "ugh just looking at it makes me feel feverish" and most bug types (besides butterflies) r icky to him. leo has told him that telling a trainer that their spewpa is "creepy" is the exact reason why he had no friends growing up. izumi now privately criticizes others' pokemon in his head upon first meeting them

he gravitates more towards pokemon that he finds beautiful but since hes 100% a city boy theyre also pokemon that u wouldnt find in the very deep countryside like on hiking trails... anyways heres my tentative list for now... i might change some things around but generally this is what i see. yes i had to add the shrimp pokemon

he met that blue floette when he had intense allergies this one spring season and it came up to him rlly concerned over the sound of his intense sneezing session without realizing that the pollen was the cause of it. floette putting the flower even closer to his face caused him to sneeze again in its lil face and it went flying into a river and his shrimp saved its life

also its not listed here but hed absolutely have a matching furfou w arashi

[gogolucky13]

Southpaw (1)

Series summary: Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.

Pairing: boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1,996

Warnings: Mention of parental death. Description of illegal activities (gambling, money laundering, blackmailing).

A/N: So this is my entry for @wkemeup’s 9k follower celebration. I chose the fluff prompt of running into each other outside the elevator and angst prompt of cleaning wounds after a bad mission. Fluff prompt inspired this part and angst part is later in the series. Anyways, congrats on the follower milestone, Kas!! 💜💜You were one of the first blogs I followed on here and your work is truly inspiring. Thank you so much for putting this fun challenge together! (also, so sorry this turned into a series, please don’t hate me). Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics.

Pierce Manufacturing sits amongst the steel and brick buildings in the northern part of Brooklyn near the East River. A sleek exterior covered mostly in glass, standing at a modest height in comparison to the many skyscrapers around the city. It’s unobtrusive; only enticing a quick glance as you pass by, but it isn’t what’s on the outside that would peak someone’s interest. Sitting amongst the honest businesses and their hardworking owners, Pierce Manufacturing is a devil in disguise, just like the man who owns it.

A prison—that’s what you’ve considered it. Four suffocating walls holding you hostage to a life you long to escape from. Resentment has long since settled deep into your bones, a hardness taking over like the concrete framework as you’ve worked tirelessly for your godfather, the man who vowed to help take care of you. Instead, he snaked his way into your life, twisting and darkening it into your own form of hell on earth.

Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he came to you with an offer you couldn’t refuse, and naively, you thought he was being the caring godfather your late father asked him to be. Oh, how wrong you were. He saw an opportunity, took advantage and manipulated it into getting what he wanted—you, working as his personal accountant to help launder money from his illegal underground boxing matches.

Popular among the white collar businessmen of Wall Street, the fights quickly took off nearly ten years ago when your godfather was looking for ways to make extra money. A staple event every Saturday night for bloated, overpaid men to blow off steam and bet their pocket change—usually a couple thousand dollars. By Monday, there’s a new chunk of unaccounted money that needs to be filtered into the ledger.

For five constricting years, you’ve been cooking the books for Pierce Manufacturing, bound to a life of crime you never asked for, with no end in sight. Leaving has never truly been an option; your godfather’s claws sank deep into you the moment you said yes. The promise of more money, the taunting threat of turning you in, an endless cycle until you finally gave up. A bird trapped in a cage, longing to be set free.

With clipped wings and a beaten soul, you hardly recognize the person you’ve become some days. Angry, resentful, and tired...so tired. But there’s still a small part of you that’s managed to learn how to live in the darkness. A tiny piece, something you would still be able to recognize, tucked away and locked up for safe keeping until you finally mange to escape this steel prison, and you remember how to be again. Nestled inside you, waiting for the day to come when you find something or someone worthwhile enough to break free and start over.

And that day comes sooner than you think.

The muted whirs of the gears hum in the background, a white noise as the elevator ascends to the top floor. There’s a faint lingering scent of the pungent perfume you know belongs to the elderly secretary from the second floor. It always burns your nose and has you sneezing. A heeled toe incessantly taps on the wooden vinyl—an outward tell of your impatience and stress—as you thumb out another email request for this month’s ledger and sign off on a few tax reports. With your mind miles away from where you currently stand, the alert of the doors dinging open does nothing to pull your attention away from your phone, and you blindly step out.

Unsurprisingly, but also very much to your surprise, you collide into a solid mass of muscle. A high pitched yelp escapes you. The stack of papers you hold falls to the tiled floor like confetti, scattering into a massive heap of cream and white.

“Oh my god!” you exclaim, instantly dropping to your knees to begin cleaning up the mess. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“It’s alright,” the person reassures. “Let me help you.”

Frazzled and distracted, you don’t look to see who it is you ran into. It’s not until a heavily tattooed hand comes into view that you’re finally taking a moment, papers hanging in midair as you glance up. Blue eyes, bright with a hint of mischief, meet yours.

You’re certain this is that moment people talk about. The moment of meeting a complete stranger, but you feel a sense of familiarity. An instant, unexplainable connection, the world fading away as you bask in it while also trying to make sense of it. There’s an immediate want to know everything about this person—their favorite color, happiest childhood memory, greatest fears—and it ignites a fire so deep inside you, scorching your insides with a longing desire for more.

You think he might be here in that moment with you while he holds your gaze, or maybe you’ve just been single for way too long.

He clears his throat. The trace of a boyish smile curls his lips before his eyes downcast to the floor to continue gathering your papers, locks of dark brown hair falling into his face.

The bubble pops and the moment is over.

“Here ya go,” he says, holding out a pile of paperwork for you.

Contrary only moments ago, you’re suddenly hyper aware of everything. Your shirt feels too tight against your tacky skin, a bashful heat rising up inside you at the closeness to this unknown man. The heel of your left foot aches, always a slightly smaller fit than your right. A small piece of flaked skin catches on the flesh of your lips, and you instinctively bite at it to calm yourself. At least you aren’t stressed anymore.

With a sheepish smile, you take the papers from him. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” He runs the tattooed hand through his hair, pressing the call button for the elevator, which opens almost immediately. “Perhaps I’ll be seeing you around.” An impish smirk and a wink, then he’s disappearing behind the closing doors of the elevator.

The bewildering effects of the brief encounter leave you dazed and slightly confused as you stare dumbly at your reflection in the shiny metal. A very lucid dream or perhaps a hallucination, either way, it didn’t seem real. He didn’t seem real. All long hair and muscles, a smile carving itself deep into his cheeks and crinkling around ocean eyes, looking at you like he knows something you don’t.

The thought of this stranger lingers as you continue towards your godfather’s office, and you instinctively glance over your shoulder once or twice, fully expecting the man to still be there.

Alexander Pierce, the man with a permanent scowl on his face and a tight clench to his jaw, sits at a sleek glass desk in the middle of the room. His eyes raise upon your entry, lips twisting into a forced pleasant smile.

“Hello, my dear niece.”

Ignoring your godfather’s greeting, and everyone else in the room, you drop the stack of papers in front of him with a light thud. A sigh of relief falls from your lips as you’re alleviated from the extra weight, arms no longer straining.

“Who’s the new guy?” You question with an air of nonchalance.

Pierce’s brows dip in confusion before rising in understanding, a devilish twinkle in his fierce grey eyes.

“James Barnes,” he replies as he begins to sort through the documents before him.

“The guy’s got a mean left hook,” comments one of the other men in the room.

You glance to the source from over your shoulder—Sam Wilson. Probably the only man who works for your godfather that you can stand. He sits in one of the black leather chairs before the desk, hands clasped and gently resting on his abdomen, and you stare at him for a moment until a hum of agreement from Pierce brings your attention back to him.

“He’s my new southpaw.” A pair of reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose, eyes never trailing from the paper he holds. “Got a lot of money riding on him.”

“We’ll see how good he is,” a hoarse voice from behind Pierce scoffs.

Brock Rumlow leans against a dark wooden bookshelf, arms crossed and face unimpressed. You try to hold back your eye roll at his cynicism, knowing it most likely stems from jealousy. He’s been your godfather’s prized possession for many years, however, he’s reaching the end of his ride. Time and continuous strain on limb and muscle will do that to a man.

“You’ve seen him fight,” Sam argues. “He’s good.”

A grumble of annoyance reverberates deep in Rumlow’s chest as he shifts and re-crosses his arms.

“Who’s he fighting?” You ask, looking back to your godfather.

“He’s got a few smaller fights in the coming weeks,” he replies, gaze not once meeting yours, “but in about six months he’ll be fighting someone who calls himself the God of Thunder,” an eye roll at the name, “the Grandmaster’s apparent newest player. Is this accurate?” Finally, he looks up to you over the rim of his glasses, paper held up in reference.

“As accurate as it can be,” you respond as you begin to reorganize the pile of documents. “Anyways, I need this month’s report by the end of the week.”

He hums in acknowledgment before picking up a thin manila folder and holding it out for you. “Here’s Barnes’ information. Get him set up on the payroll asap.”

Sighing, you take the folder. “Anything else?”

“That’ll be it for now,” your godfather replies, waving a hand and dropping his gaze back to the pile of papers in front of him. “Wilson, I want you training with Barnes starting tomorrow.”

The lack of gratitude and appreciation from your godfather isn’t new, but always creates a buzz of annoyance, tingling your nerves in frustration. His ignorance to your waning work morale was something you quickly got used to once you started working for him.

Rolling your eyes, you turn to leave with the folder clutched in your hand. When you reach the door, Rumlow’s deep, raspy voice catches your attention as he quickly meets you by the exit. An unpleasant chill rolls down your spine at the sound of his odious voice. You’ve never liked him.

“Lemme escort you back, sweetheart.”

The look he gives you, like he’s undressing you with his eyes, induces a wave of nausea to curdle in the pit of your stomach. And your face visibly contorts into a disgusted scowl when you catch sight of the quick glance he does to your cleavage.

“I think I can handle the twenty steps back to my office, thanks,” you state flatly, pulling the door open and exiting without another word.

Back in the comfort of your office, you collapse into your desk chair as a sigh falls from your lips, one full of relief and exhaustion from the long day. Numbers and ledgers continuously swirl in your mind, creating a dull ache behind your eyes. Taking a moment, you scrunch them closed and let out a deep breath. And when you reopen them, your gaze lands on the folder containing the new fighter’s information. Because you have to, but also because you’re still very curious about who he is, you gingerly pick it up and open it.

There’s nothing super interesting on the forms. It contains all the details you would expect to have in order to get someone started on the company’s payroll—full name, date of birth, banking information. But there’s something so alluring about having all of this information, yet know nothing about the man behind it.

A pair of piercing blue eyes flash in your mind as you enter James Barnes into the system, and you can’t help but wonder if and when you’ll get to see the new Southpaw again.

Part two // Masterlist