#alright now i'm off to deal with requests and messages and asks and such!! sorry i am so busy sob

[infernal-lamb]

Hey, I've seen your drawings from Neves. They are brilliant. I like her a lot, and are you writing fanfic about her?

Ahh thank you!!! That's really flattering fkljgfjf....It's always a pleasant surprise that people like Neves :'-) (and I love when I get an excuse to post my doodles of her and the Lamb lol)

I am in the works of trying to write a cotl fanfic abt this specific au (I call it The Apostate & The Martyr in my head lol), but writing doesn't come as easily as drawing to me SIGH. I've actually written quite a bit, but the problem is putting all these random excerpts together to make something coherent LOL. But yes, the fic is intended to be the story of The Lamb and Neves' friendship amidst the brutality and terror of the Lands of the Old Faith, how to deal with the consequences of their choices, and the mutual alienation they experience in their positions....as silly as that sounds lol. It's very self-indulgent! I just liked the concept of the "Outsider" POV, so to speak, being subjected to the sort of normalized violence that exists in cotl. Though, I might end up just making comics if I can't pan out this fanfic well enough!

[lovifie]

Hey there Lovifie.

I hate to bother you but can I ask for a request?

You see the thing is that I’ve been having a few bad weeks lately and the news I got today just really pushed me to the point that I can’t stop crying now.

Long story short, I’ve applied again for another promotion within my department for my job; this would be the third time I’ve tried for one and for the third time I was passed over for someone else. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing wrong; why they're not choosing me. I’m doing everything they’re asking for, going above & beyond for them and more but apparently it’s just not good enough for them. I just don’t know what else I can do.

Now I feel like I’m not good enough for anything; I'm confused and it hurts. Can I please request a comfort fic of John Price or Poly141 comforting a curvy, Mexican female reader who just feels like she's not good? Please? 🙏🏽 💔

My dear, you are never ever a bother. I’m really sorry to hear you have been having the last couple of shitty weeks, I sent you a message before and I hope this cheers you up a bit and everyone that may be having a rough time 🩷

I did it with poly141 because if we are looking for comfort we are going all out!!

The boys are back home and you know it, they got home last week, spending most of the time together, bathing in each other comforting proximity, helping them decompress after their deployment. 

You didn't tell them about what was troubling your mind, they already have enough on their plate and you didn't want to bother them. Or that's what you thought it would be, a bother. 

That's why you are standing before the door, knowing you have to enter but trying to recollect your feelings to be able to portray a happy face when you finally open the door. 

But the door opens before you want it to, Simon's brown eyes staring at you. “What are you doing, lovie? The motion camera is going nuts…” he trails off, looking at how you try your hardest to look fine. “Everything alright?”

You quickly nod, walking past him, kissing his cheek standing on your tip toes. “Yeah, all good. Was trying to remember where I put my keys.” You laugh, thinking that it is believable as you enter. He doesn't buy it but chooses to stay quiet. You will talk when you need it. 

You leave your bag on the floor next to the door, taking off your shoes and Simon helps you take off your jacket, hanging it on the hook next to Johnny's. “How was work?”

“Horrible.” You think, but instead, you sight and murmur. “Tiring.”

“Did I hear somebody say they are tired?” Johnny's voice beams in the room when he walks to you like a happy puppy, hugging you from behind and hiding his face on your neck. You move your hand back to pet the back of his head. “You tired, mami?”

You nod, with a smile on your face. Closing your eyes when he kisses your cheek squishing your face with his. “Then eat dinner and straight to bed.”

“No shower?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, you are still clean for a couple more days. Right. Or are you stinky?” He says, moving his head back with a confused expression on his face, only for him to hide his face again in your neck making you chuckle when he sniffs your smell dramatically hard. “Yeah, not stinky.” 

He pats your butt, as in signing the deal that you don't need to shower and you smile shaking your head. 

His silliness is almost enough to make you forget the hardness of your day. Almost. 

“Is she home?!” Kyle's voice sounds from the kitchen and you follow his voice like a moth to the light. Hearing Simon tell Johnny to go shower his stinky self, making him whine. 

“Hi, Riri.” You say, using the nickname he hates so much. 

He groans, scrunching his face at you making you laugh. “I'm not Rihanna, love.”

“Hm, but you sound just like her when you shower.” You say hugging him from behind, he is standing in front of the stove, taking care of dinner. Some kind of pasta getting boiled while he works on the sauce on the pan right in front of you. 

So close to it, that when Kyle moves, threatening to tickle you for teasing him, you move your arm to shield yourself. But your forearm crashes with the pan, making it fall and burning you in the process. 

Kyle manages to catch it by the handle just in time before burning himself or spilling it all over the floor. He turns off both of the stoves, to make sure nothing burns while he checks on you. 

“You alright, love? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stood so close.” He says, but your eyes are glued to the spot of sauce on the ground. Almost nothing fell from the pan, barely enough to fill half a glass. 

But the thought in your mind makes you write it at the top of the list of things you have fuck up. And it makes your eyes tear up with the feeling of simply not being good enough.

“Sunshine.” Kyle calls you, cupping your face so you will look at him but his eyes follow you, seeing the sauce on the ground. “Hey, hey, it's okay.”

“I'm sorry.” Your voice cracks making you inhale to try and calm yourself down. “I'm sorry, Kyle.”

“Hey, what happened to Riri?” He asks with a kind smile on his face. “Don't apologise, love. It's okay, there is more sauce stuck to the spoon than on the floor, love. No problem, alright? Everything is fi- you are burnt!”

He cuts himself off when he sees your skin red with the burnt, he grabs your wrist pulling you to the sink to move your arm under running cold water. “I'm sorry, love. Poor baby…”

“Hi, mami.” Price says entering the kitchen, he must have just come out of the bathroom. Possibly kicked out by Johnny, because he enters the kitchen only wearing his pyjama pants, hair still moist. You look at him, eyes wet with tears making him furrow his eyebrows in worry. “What happened?”

“Little cooking accident, nothing to worry about.” Kyle answers, rubbing circles on your hand still under the water with his thumb. “Can you pass the mop, please?” Kyle asks, pointing with his face to the sauce on the floor. 

“I'll do it.” You say, trying to pull your hand from Kyle's grasp. “I spilt it, I'll clean it.”

“Nonsense, you and I are bothering Johnny to grab the burns cream from the bathroom. Let's go, we might see his bubble butt if we are lucky.” Kyle jokes, winking at you, trying to get you to smile. 

But you are already too deep in your own thoughts to do so, you sigh, rubbing your eyes at the sting of your tears and shaking your head. “I'm fine, I'm just… I'm just going to go to bed.”

“Without eating?” Simon walks into the doorframe, handing the mop to Price who cleans the floor keeping an eye on you. “Are you grounding yourself or what, love?”

And you try your best to not cry, to hold it in, at least until you are in your room, with your privacy to cry yourself to sleep. But then Johnny also walks in, talking about if anyone knows where his towel is; and his blue eyes catch yours, shining with worry when he sees your tears.

“What happened?” He asks, repeating Price's words without knowing it. 

You look at them, the four pairs of eyes looking at you, expecting an explanation, worry and curiosity clear on them. And it only makes your eyes sting more with a new batch of tears that easily roll down your cheeks. 

It makes you cover your face with your hands, sobbing softly against your palm. One of them hugs you, pressing you against his body and you know it's Price for the warmth emanating from his naked torso. 

“Let's go to the living room, the kitchen is too small for five people.” Simon comments, his hand resting on the small of your back, caressing comforting circles on it. 

When you don't move, Price moves his hands under your armpits, raising you to hold onto him like a koala. Crying on his strong shoulder like a baby, a big baby.

He sits down on the sofa, moving you so you are sitting on his lap sideways, your face still hidden on his neck. You feel everyone else find their place around the two of you. Kyle is sitting next to Price on the sofa, your feet resting on his lap, his warm hand resting on your calf under your trouser warming you up. Johnny is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, his hand resting on your ribs, moving up and down as well, moving slowly to help you breathe slower. And Simon is kneeling on the floor behind the sofa, one arm bendt on the backrest of the sofa to lean his head on it and the other hand petting your head, brushing your hair. 

But no matter how comforting his touches are at the moment, the door holding the tears in has been opened and they are rolling freely down your face into Price's exposed shoulder. 

It's long after that, that you manage to breathe normally again. Still hiccuping but now oxygen getting to your lungs. 

Simon is the first that you look up, moving your hand from Price's shoulder to grab Simon's finger, the man curling his finger pulling your hand to his. A soft smile on his face. “Hey, pretty girl.”

Price looks over your shoulder, using his thumbs to dry the tears from your face, kissing your cheek. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, the only answer he gets from you is in the way of shrugged shoulders. 

Simon stands behind you, letting your hand fall onto Kyle's and groaning when his knees pop as he stands up. He sits on the opposite armrest from Johnny, next to Kyle and looks at your face when Price moves you lower so you are resting your face on his chest. 

“What's wrong, love?” Price asks looking at you, his hand petting your thigh. 

“I… I just keep fucking everything up…” You admit, voice tiny, afraid that if you speak any louder the tears will return. “I ruined dinner, I ruined tonight, I ruined everything…”

“What are you talking about?” Johnny asks behind you. “You haven't ruined anything, lass. Everything is right.”

“Surprisingly, Johnny's right, love.” Gaz says, Johnny making an offended noise behind you. “Nothing is ruined, love…”

“Did something happen at work today?” Simon asks, regretting the moment you lock eyes with him and your eyes glisten with tears. 

You nod again, melting into Price's arms. “We are proud of you, you know that right?” Price says, making you sob again. “We were proud before today, we will be proud tomorrow, we were proud of you weeks ago and we will be even more proud of you in the future.”

“You don't even know what happened…” you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. 

“We don't need to.” Johnny says. “We know you. And we know that you always try your best, that you work your ass off and that you are a bloody good worker, love.”

“Yeah, I just need to make my boss see it too.” You mumble, sadness being replaced by annoyance. 

“We can always murder him.” Simon says, earning himself a group groan of his name. “I'm just saying.”

“What Simon's trying to say.” Price says, turning to you again. “Is that if all four of us can see it… he will eventually see it too.”

“Yeah, it's his fault he is so stupid it's taking him so long.” Gaz says, smile on his face.

“But I'm tired of it…” You admit, pout on your face as you lean your head back onto Johnny, the man resting his hand on your face, caressing your cheek. 

“That's normal, love… How about we take care of you, him?” Johnny asks, making you look at him. “Let's have dinner, then you and I take a stinky bath, and then… a movie? Some cuddles? Sounds good?”

You nod before answering. “Yeah… sounds really good.” 

All of them but Price stand up at your words. “Dinner time it is, boys.” Gaz says, walking into the kitchen as Johnny and Simon set up the table.

“Should we help them?” You ask Price, looking over his shoulder. 

“Nah, they can themselves.” He answers, cupping your face to give you a peck on your lips. “You are amazing, love… don't forget it, alright? You are more important than your job, a promotion or anything going on, alright? We love you, cariño.” He says, accentuating the “r” to make you smile.

And later, when you are sitting down with the four of them at the table, the only thing you can think about is about how lucky you are.

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Bedridden Blues

Summary: a mission gone wrong gives your brain all the right conditions to fall back into a bad place. Luckily, Jeff takes notice and does all he can to support you.

Word Count: 1937 Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: Thoughts of depression and anxiety, brief mention of Reader not eating. Request: Could you maybe do one where reader is going through a hard time, they have anxiety and depression and such, and Jeff senses it and comforts the reader ?? Lots of fluff, if you can💗 A/N: it's been a while, sorry! I've moved house and been to a few different countries since the last post, then ended up dealing with the mental health issues R has here but without a Jeff to support me. But I'm back now so it's all good!

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

You jolted awake to the heavy slam of your bedroom door and a shaking room. The blinding lights of unclosed curtains forced your eyes shut again, but you didn’t need them, you knew already that a slammed door was a precursor to Jeff barging in and, sure enough, the pattering of feet soon greeted your ears, growing louder as he approached. In your mind, Jeff stood beside you – where his footsteps had placed him – waiting impatiently for you to wake up.

"Mrrrr," the land shark whined then, as if confirming your visualisation.

You opened your eyes slowly to see a blurry, silver blob taking up most of your sightline – he was closer than you’d thought. As Jeff came into focus, you noticed he held a small white sheet of paper in his mouth, so propped yourself up to get a proper look. 

Or, at least, you intended to…

In your newly awoken state, you’d forgotten the injuries sustained on your most recent mission and soon collapsed back onto the mattress with a yelp, your arm still pulsing with painful shocks. Jeff came to your side in an instant, nudging inquisitively at the damaged limbs, then rolling you off of them and onto your back.

“Thanks buddy,” you sighed, “what’ve you got there?”

Jeff traversed the bed, erasing all the work he’d done to make you comfortable by trampling right over your stomach, then spat the paper onto your chest. You looked down at the paper. Then at Jeff. He sat by your side looking proudly between you and the paper, which would have been all well and good if he hadn’t settled right on your good arm, pinning it to the bed with his full body weight. Your gaze shifted to your other hand; it unfortunately hadn’t healed in the 5 minutes since you’d woken up, so your forearm and hand remained in a solid plaster cast, lacking the dexterity to even hold the paper.

Jeff nudged it again.

“I’m a bit stuck here, can you just read it out to me?”

“Mrrrrr. Mrrr, mrrrr, mrrrr!”

“Natasha wrote that?”

“Mrrrr!”

Jeff maintained eye contact for almost 10 seconds as you pondered Natasha’s message, until your brain finally kicked into gear. “Wait, you can’t read. That was all made up?”

“Mrrrr,” Jeff confirmed, sheepishly burying his head into your side.

He was too cute to scold, and really, you should have known they weren’t Natasha’s words when all the requests involved keeping Jeff happy – including driving him to the beach while half your limbs were still non-functional. 

“Alright, tip the paper towards me, I can probably read it like this.” Jeff obliged your request. “We do have to work on your reading though, what if you want to read a Best Man speech for mine and Natasha’s wedding? Or would you rather be a flower boy?”

“Mrrrr.”

“Okay, yeah, we’ll work on the details later. Letter first.”

For all the hassle it took to read it, the note itself was fairly simple. Natasha had been called on a mission, she hadn’t wanted to wake you, so she wrote a note and asked Jeff to deliver it once you were awake. She seemingly hadn’t predicted that Jeff would nearly break the door down and wake you just to complete his task, but that was just one of his many quirks.

Unfortunately, your brain had quirks too, and they weren’t as easy to brush off as Jeff’s door slamming habit. Your whole chest seemed to sink into itself as you read, the familiar twisting of your stomach accompanying a racing mind. Worrying for Natasha wasn't something new, but it rarely reached this extent. Lately, fear for her safety seemed to be all that could occupy your mind; even when she'd be sat right beside you, thoughts of what could go wrong flooded your brain without reprieve.

You blamed the injury. Memories of the mission were scattered, but you remembered the explosion, the pain, and the fear in Natasha's eyes. You would do everything in your power to never experience what she felt, and ensure she never went through the same again, but with your line of work, what could be done?

Memories of being trapped under the rubble flooded your brain, even when you clenched your eyes shut trying to think of anything else, all your brain conjured were alternative scenarios, which choices might have caused a different outcome? But after flashes of every possible ending, you came to the same realisation that you'd known on the field. 

There was no better outcome. 

Nobody has known about the explosive, and there was no way for anyone to have found out. In every mission play through, someone had to be in your position at the time of explosion, doing your job and paying the price. And that terrified you.

Suddenly, your face was engulfed in a wetness that brought you sharply back to your senses. One hand instantly gripped the sheets beneath you until your gaze settled on the culprit; Jeff sat by your side with a new look of pride on his expression, the tongue which had just been on your face still lolled out of his mouth. When your eyes met his, he moved into action, climbing onto your chest.

"Hey again Jeff," you said, then wrapped the shark in your arms as best you could with a broken arm. He mumbled softly, then splayed out his limbs to lay flat on your chest; his weight provided an unexpected comfort.

You had been so caught up in your brain that the physical reactions seemed almost secondary, but Jeff's reminder that the real world existed made you take note. There was the uncomfortable awareness of your beating pulse, hurried breaths, and your hand still clenched into a fist around the sheets. 

A light huff from Jeff refocused your attention on him. He resettled (still on your chest), then closed his eyes to sleep, his whole body rising and falling thanks to his slow, deep breaths.

Slowly, you released your grasp of the covers and moved your hand to hover above Jeff; he seemed so peaceful, it made you almost guilty to disturb him while you dealt with racing thoughts and an agitated existence. Then, the land shark shifted, it was as if he'd sensed your anguish and taken action himself, since he shifted his body to the side just enough that your hand now rested on his midsection. You smiled.

Jeff's chest expanded as he breathed air in, and it moved your hand with it. You watched as it stayed stationary for several seconds, before eventually moving in with Jeff's deflated form. That became a challenge – the next 5 minutes passed where your only thought was Jeff's breathing, everything else falling away while you mimicked Jeff's slow and sleepy inhalations. 

And for the first time in a long time, you coped without distractions. Jeff alone had you feeling that bit better.

You noticed too late the shift in your mood.

Jeff came and went, the light outside faded; time moved on. You hardly noticed it at all. You weren't caught up on other thoughts, or even nervous like you had been in the morning, there was just… nothing. What was there to do in a day? The injury meant no work, no exercise, nothing strenuous at all. And Natasha was gone, so nobody expected you up and out of bed. 

You had no reason to get up and hardly any energy either, so in bed you stayed. Sleep took its hold on you for brief patches of the day, but the rest was spent with glazed eyes, half-focused on various parts of the room. It wasn't until Jeff interrupted (again) in the late afternoon that things began to change.

Jeff was not one to judge an unproductive day in bed. After all, they were his speciality! A good day for the land shark involved sleeping for at least 75% of it. But for you, that behaviour was unusual, and Jeff knew it; he also knew that it was dinner time, and the 25% of the day he allocated to 'eating (and other)' was in danger if you didn't get up and feed him. So he took matters into his own hands.

He pushed the door open with a light headbutt and asked, "mrrrr?" You shifted in bed, but ultimately gave no reply, so he stepped closer and pawed at your bedsheets. 

"I know, Jeff, I know," you said. Though you carried so much resignation in your tone that the land shark hurried to reassess the situation; your smile was weak, eyes bloodshot and swollen, and your arm buckled as you tried to rise yourself out of bed. 

"Mrrr!" he squealed quickly, before he hopped onto the bed and pushed you to lie back down with a more controlled "mrrrr". He could handle this.

"That was weird," you said to yourself once Jeff walked out; his pleas for food had been cut short by his U-turn into looking after himself. The speed of his turnabout did concern you, and as his guardian you knew you should be getting up and ensuring he was okay, but for some reason – be it laziness or belief in your land shark – you trusted his judgement. 

The bed enveloped you again and by the time the bangs and crashes started from the kitchen, your brain was tuned out.

Small nudges from Jeff roused you for a third time that day, but he didn't care to loiter this time. As soon as you displayed signs of being awake, he dragged the covers off of you for the chill of the room to rouse you fully, before he nipped at your leg.

"Ow, Jeff, it's broken, remember?"

Jeff gave an apologetic murmur, but continued tapping at the floor and turning in a clear sign for you to follow him. He did his best to help as you got up, pushing your crutch closer and offering his body as support (which might have been more useful if he was any taller than your shin), then led you through the house, looking back every few seconds to check you were still okay.

Various guesses of where Jeff may be leading you to were discarded as the walk continued; the route was long, and only came to its conclusion on the far side of your home, in the dining room. Two dishes caught your eye, laid side-by-side on a table that was properly set with cutlery, glasses, and a whole choice of drinks – anything you would need to just sit down and enjoy the meal. It was only then that the hunger hit you; you hadn’t even noticed the mealtimes pass you by while you lay in bed, you hadn’t even felt like a person enough to remember them, but clearly Jeff had taken note.

Your jaw hung open when you looked at Jeff, who grinned proudly up at you. “Did you make this?”

“Mrrrr!”

“How did you ev-” In looking around to take in the scene, you suddenly noticed the opening to the kitchen, and the mountains of stacked plates, pans, and utensils lining the previously empty sink. Jeff could cook, you concluded, but he couldn’t clean. “I’ll deal with that later,” you told him.

Jeff rushed ahead to pull out a chair for you, making it easier for you to hop over and take your seat, but you had one thing to do first: you pulled out your phone and photographed the scene (excluding the dirty dishes), then sent it to Natasha.

*Y/N: Our boy can cook 🥹*

A/N: That was a lot harder to write than I thought it would be and I'm still not sure it all sounds good. But I can recommend @sunsetscarlett's emotional support jeff and @wolferine's Our Secret as great fics with similar themes if you want to read more! :))

Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character​ @wolferine

[theorphicangel]

Ahhhhh congrats my dearest Angel!!! I'm so happy for you 💖 can I request for 'you got me flowers?' and 'your heart is beating so fast right now.' from the fluff prompts? Thank you and I love everything that you do <3

— Rei <3 @levi-supreme

hiii rei tysm for sending in an ask for my event ahhh! also I’m sorry this is like five months late…but I hope you like it nonetheless mwah mwah ❤️

You’ve had many bad days at work. Not an overwhelming amount, but you’ve experienced a few that’s made you want to curl up in bed for the rest of your life and not want to interact with a single human being ever again.

You’re not really sure what sin you’ve committed recently for the universe to have it out for you as soon as you woke up this morning. But you think it was bad enough to have you on your knees begging for mercy by the end of the day.

Bitter coffee, burnt toast and an annoying stain on your work clothes is the limit that you could cope with. Unexpected rain without your emergency umbrella, having to refill your car suddenly and a mountain of paperwork to deal with, is enough to definitely set your nerves on edge. But dealing with that one bitchy coworker, as well as constant complaints and backhanded compliments about your work from your manager was enough to set your emotions astray.

The worst of it all was forgetting your lunch that you took the time to prep the night before. You let out a groan, your palms covering your face in complete surrender. You’ve just had enough of this day already.

Just before you rose from your office chair to go grab an emergency lunch from the deli down the street, your phone vibrated with a text message. With a sigh, you had immediately planned not to respond at all but that was before you saw that it was from Levi.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:36pm]

- You left your lunch in the fridge.

That reminder was enough for your anger to rebubble on the surface again, despite that not being Levi’s intention.

You: [sent 12:37pm]

- I figured that out thanks.

It wasn’t like you to respond that way at all but given that you’ve been rushing around on your feet all morning without a single break and had been given a mountain pile of paperwork, you figure that there would be no one on earth who would be the happiest right now.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:37pm]

- Are you alright?

That question alone was enough to have your eyes watering. You hesitate in your reply, biting down on your bottom lip as you look at the screen, your thumbs frozen over the keyboard.

Should you be honest or lie about it?

But who would you be kidding? This is Levi after all. A man who knows you inside out, who can tell your mood based on the amount of emojis you send when you text.

You: [sent at 12:40pm]

- No, I’m not. Work is so shitty right now. I want to go home.

It doesn’t take long for him to reply; one of the many, many reasons as to why you love this man so much. Reading his text, your heart practically swells at his words.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:41pm]

- Want me to pick you up? Or drop off your lunch?

Instead of tears, your lips tilt into a smile. God, you’re so happy that you’re married to him.

You: Sent at 12:41pm]

- No, no it’s fine, I have a shit ton of work to do and if I don’t get it done today it’ll just pile on for next week and that’ll stress me out even more.

Your thumbs click send before typing out another text.

- Also, I’ll grab lunch at the deli xx :)

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:42pm]

- If you’re sure?

You reinforce that you are with a message of simple thumbs up emoji.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:42pm]

- Take out and movie tonight?

You: [sent 12:43pm]

- I would love that. :)))))

You reply, a real smile now stretching across your lips. This immediately brightens up your mood and gives you something to look forward to. With a positive outlook, you stand to get your lunch. Only five more hours of this shit and you’ll be free.

You can do this.

–

Home.

You quite like the way it sounds.

Home. It’s your safe place. A place where you can truly let go and be who you are without judgment or stress surrounding you constantly.

Your shoulders droop as you come to stand in front of your apartment door, your key in hand, positioned over the lock. Inserting the key, you twist. and when you hear a click, simultaneously push the door open.

“I’m home.” You announce breathlessly, not hesitating in slipping out of your shoes.

The sound of slippers shuffling on the oak hardwood floor grows louder as Levi approaches you. The first thing that catches your eye as he rounds the corner is a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

Your face lights up immediately, an inaudible gasp leaving your mouth. “You got me flowers?” And if you thought your heart bursted earlier today at his actions you were sure that it had completely gone to ruins by now.

A light blush reaches Levi’s cheeks and stretches all the way to the tips of his ear. “Ye-yeah.” he coughs a little shyly. “I was passing by the florist and I saw them on display.”

Your lips pout in complete affection for him as you take the flowers into your hands. “You really didn’t have to.”

He merely shrugs.“You were having a bad day, it’s the least–

Levi doesn’t get the chance to finish off his sentence as you randomly wrap your arms around him, your head landing on his chest. You take him by surprise at your sudden energy and he stumbles back a few steps before regaining his balance.

You squeeze him tightly, eyes watering as you mumble your thanks, “I really don’t deserve you y’know?”

You hear Levi tut and feel his hand pat your head softly. “Don’t be stupid.”

“It’s true. “ you say. “I do not deserve you, Levi Ackerman.”

“Don’t get over sentimental about it, brat.”

“Your heart begs to differ.“ you point at his chest. “Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

“No it’s not.”

“I can hear–”

Levi pulls you away from his chest, clearly embarrassed. You miss the pink tinge on his cheeks deepen in shade as he turns around. “Go shower, you stink.”

“Awh, don’t be embarrassed, Le’. I really love them. Thank you.”

He says nothing more and trails off to the kitchen, the sound of his slippers smacking against the hardware floor again. You chuckle to yourself as you head towards your bedroom.

–

Today was a bad day.

Was.

It was until you were stuck with your lover on the couch, forcing him to watch your favorite soppy rom-com to cheer you up. Boxes of unfinished takeout lay on the coffee table ahead of you, a temptation to save them for tomorrow’s leftover.

Tilting your head, you turn to face him, a soft smile across your lips.

“What?” Levi grumbles. “Don’t look at me like that, I hate this movie.”

“But you watch with me everytime.”

“Yeah, because you get all soppy and cry at the ending.”

“So you act as my emotional support?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, something like that.”

You let out a chuckle at his words, completely unaware that he was serious. Little did you know that he held a pack of tissues in his left hand, that would magically appear to you as soon as the credits would roll on the screen and tears would roll down your face.

“I love you, Levi.” you say, resting your head on his chest.

Once again, you heard his heart rate increase. Yet this time you won’t mention it, sparing him from embarrassment.

“Unfortunately, I love you too.”

“Hey, don’t be mean!”

angel’s 500 event masterlist.

[redheadspark]

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Session

Hello Lovelies!

I know I just ended the Halloween Prompt Session, but I stumbled across a GREAT prompt list and I HAD to make it into a mini session for certain!

I think you all will like it :)

This Session's Theme is:

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There are Two Prompt lists for this session, please provide the lines you wish for me to use, one from the grumpy list and one from the sunshine list

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with, "You know I love you, right?" and "See, I told you there's some good in you!"

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Friday, October 27th, at 3:00pm PST (Pacific Standard Time)

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt list created by @poohsources

from the grump

❛  how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast.  ❜

❛  just don't make a big deal out of this.  ❜

❛  you know i love you, right?  ❜

❛  i know, alright, i know i'm an asshole. but i'm trying here.  ❜

❛  i'm sorry. i didn't mean what i said earlier.  ❜

❛  do you always have to be so damn optimistic?  ❜ ❛

 nobody has ever made me feel the way you do.  ❜

❛  there's no way in hell i'm doing that.  ❜

❛  i'm not good with this whole stupid feelings thing.  ❜

❛  you make me want to be better. you make me want to be good.  ❜

❛  can't you just move on and forget about it already?  ❜

❛  i'm only doing this because you asked me to.  ❜

❛  you're the only one who has ever believed in me.  ❜

❛  you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?  ❜

❛  how are you so happy all the time?  ❜

❛  until i met you, I never thought i would be capable of that.  ❜

❛  you're the polar opposite of me.  ❜

❛  whatever. i didn't think you'd care anyway.  ❜

❛  your optimism might be starting to rub off on me.  ❜

❛  why don't you give up on me like everyone else?  ❜

from the sunshine

❛  come on, it's gonna be fun!  ❜

❛  see? i told you there's some good in you.  ❜

❛  you should smile more. you have such a beautiful smile.  ❜

❛  i'm so excited! there's so much i have planned for us.  ❜

❛  i was just trying to do something nice for you.  ❜

❛  do you always have to be so pessimistic?  ❜

❛  stop being so stubborn. i'm trying to help you.  ❜

❛  i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior.   ❜

❛  i always feel better with you by my side.  ❜

❛  sometimes you should let others in.  ❜ ❛

 light up, [name]. we're gonna be here for a while.  ❜

❛  why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment?  ❜

❛  stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜

❛  just because i'm generally a happy person doesn't mean i can't have an off day.  ❜

❛  i'm not some helpless little girl/boy!  ❜

❛  you're not gonna get rid of me that easily.   ❜

❛  stop that. i don't want you to talk about yourself like this.  ❜

❛  of course, i remember! i remember everything you told me.  ❜

❛  let's go outside and dance in the rain.  ❜

❛  you don't mean that, do you?  ❜

Once again, this prompt session will close and I will no longer take requests on Friday, October 27th, at 3:00pm PST

Thanks and happy writing and requesting!

Tagging - @a-lumos-in-the-nox @valeridarkness @botanicalbarnes @pemberlyy @heartofwritiing @ethereal-athalia @virtueassassin @saradika@heliosphere8 @reader6898 @simplymakkari

[vicsnook]

The Archer | Bob Floyd x Reader

word count: 1159

warnings: arguing, insecurities.

song pairing: The Archer - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey y'all! Here is another Bob one-shot. All of my one-shots can be read together as they coincide, but you can also read them as stand-alone. Hope you enjoy and please don't forget to like and reblog! Also, let me know which other TGM boys you'd like me to write about (my requests are always open).

Combat, I'm ready for combat

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

It's been 4 months since Bob and Nat had deployed. The first 2 months were the hardest with getting adjusted to the time difference but now you’ve managed a sort of schedule. Bob was supposed to call in 5 minutes so you ran to the bathroom and fixed your hair. Even though it was almost midnight you wanted to look good for him since it was your anniversary.

You waited patiently for his call but it didn’t come. It wasn't the first time he didn’t call but it was the first time he didn’t text. You tried sleeping but worry filled your mind that Bob was hurt. Around 2AM you finally dozed off.

On your way to work your phone pinged with a text from Bob. As you put your car in park you unlocked the phone and read the text. “Hey, sorry I didn’t call. We got the morning off and I went to town with the guys and forgot to charge my phone. Talk later. Love you” it read.

You closed your eyes as you felt yourself getting upset. Bob never had forgotten to charge his phone in the year you’ve been together and he didn’t even mention your anniversary. He even mentioned your anniversary gift being on the way 2 days ago.

I never grew up, it's getting so old

Help me hold onto you

Turning off your phone you chucked it in the glove compartment and headed inside the academy. You opted for not replying to Bob’s text as you didn’t want to let anger get the best of you.

It was evident you were upset as you flew quickly through the exercise. Leaving your wingman behind which you never did.

“Everything okay, Peach?” asked Maverick as you headed towards the break room.

You looked back at him and replied “just peachy” as you headed out to your car. Pulling out your phone you noticed 2 missed calls from Bob and 3 new messages.

“I’m sorry for not calling you baby. It really slipped my mind to charge my phone. Please don’t be upset.”

“Peach, please call me tonight. I love and miss you”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize the date. Happy belated anniversary darlin’. Please forgive me”

You wanted to forgive him but you couldn’t push your anger aside. It truly wasn’t anger, you were just hurt but you would never admit it.

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

He knew you were struggling with him being gone. Your anxiety getting the best of you. Plus it didn’t help that his wingman was so gorgeous and she seemed too friendly according to Nat. You knew he would never cheat but your brain couldn’t understand.

—

You decided you’d tell him that he hurt your feelings but you wouldn’t make a big deal when he called. That was until you saw Cobra, his new wingman tagged him on a photo. His arm around her shoulder as she laughed. Granted it was a group photo but he knew how you felt about her.

Dark side, I search for your dark side

But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here?

As his face came to view on your phone you couldn’t help the scowl on your face. “Hey sweetheart!” he said, his smile faltering off when he saw your expression. “What’s wrong, Peach?”

“Why don’t you ask Cobra?” you replied. Watching as his shoulders sagged.

“Peach, I can explain.”

“Really, Bob? Because to me it seems you’d rather spend time with her than me on our anniversary”

“Don’t do this Peach. She’s just a coworker. I’m sorry about last night. I lost track of time. I don’t want to fight Peach.”

The exasperation in his voice was evident which only angered you more. You sighed in response. He’d never done anything to upset you. This was your first argument and you didn’t want to blow up the relationship due to your own insecurities from past relationships.

“Look Bob, it really upset me.” you say pacing your bedroom floor. “I thought you were hurt because you never not call or text.” he nodded, agreeing. “Plus you spending our anniversary that you seemingly forgot with someone I don’t like really doesn’t help.” sitting down you finish your rant with “I don’t want to fight either but do you see where I’m coming from?” as Bob continued to nod quietly.

“I understand, Peach. I’m sorry. I’m going to make it up to you, I promise and I’m not going to hang around Cobra again.” he said, his blue eyes reflecting how apologetic he was. “Thank you, I’m sorry for getting so angry.” you sigh. “It’s alright darling, I’m sorry I upset you. I do have to go since training starts in 5 minutes but keep an eye on your mailbox.”

“I will, I love you Robby”

“I love you more, Peach”

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

The room is on fire, invisible smoke

And all of my heroes die all alone

Help me hold onto you

The call ends and you lay down, quickly falling asleep only to wake up what feels like moments later from a nightmare. You pace around your bedroom as Bob and Cobra kissing replays in your mind while you tell yourself it was just a nightmare. You take off your locket and look at the picture of you and Bob inside.

Can you see right through me?

They see right through

They see right through me

I see right through me

You wonder if he could see through the anger. Hoping he didn’t think you were crazy for getting so worked up. He didn’t know that your ex boyfriend cheated on you.

'Cause all of my enemies started out friends

Help me hold onto you

With no one other than your best friend.

—

The knock on the door woke you up. When you looked out of the peephole you didn’t see anyone though. You opened the door to see if it was the mailman and you were right. A bouquet of roses was at your doorstep. Yellow roses, your favorite.

Who could stay?

You could stay

Opening the card that came with the roses you instantly knew it was from Bob. His penmanship was impeccable. “I love you, thinking of you today and every day. Soon we’ll be together but for now, take these roses as a token of my love. Happy anniversary baby. Yours, Bob”

A few tears escaped your eyes as you put the note down. Bob wasn’t your ex-boyfriend, you could trust him. He didn’t mean to hurt you. Plus who could stay mad after that sappy note?

You shot him a thank you text and got ready for the day. Content with the knowledge that Bob loved you as much as you loved him. 

[vampynights]

HIII!!! i'm so glad to see someone who writes for ryro😭💘 could u do ryan ross x reader hcs in which the reader is likeee anxious or in a bad mood or something & ryan comforts her?? ^_^ something sweet n fluffy please!!

✰a/n: HI ANON !!! thank u for being my first request!!! sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted, it’s my first time doing headcanons for him and I wanted it to be somewhat realistic. this one came at the right time tbh, i’ve been very stressed and anxious about college applications and shit so this was definitely needed. I love ryro and understand the struggle of not seeing enough people write for him, haha. hope u have a good day !!!

✰RYAN ROSS — headcanons for ryan with an anxious s/o !!!

✰warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and just overall being stressed or having bad days. dont worry though, there’s comfort and lots of fluff!! 

— i honestly feel like despite being an amazing lyricist, ryan probably struggles with actually saying things to comfort someone or talk to them. 

— he’s probably dealt with how own anxiety and knows how it can hit randomly or what can bring it on and he knows how to deal with it

— that being said, he definitely doesn’t like to see his own s/o suffer from it as well. 

— if you’re expecting to have a bad day at work he’ll send you a message before you leave to cheer you up

— probably something simple like “have a good day at work, you got this :) -ryan” 

— he definitely will play you a song on the guitar if you ask him to, though he’s a little shy about it. 

— he sings super quiet at first but gets louder when he notices that you calmed down after hearing his voice.

— if you’re a dog person he let’s you play with dottie and cuddle her !!!

— if you get home from a really bad day you don’t even have to speak, he just sees it on your face and gives you a hug without saying anything. 

— once or if you start crying he’ll rub your back and just whisper in your ear to let it out :(( 

— if you need to rant he is an AMAZING listener. he may not contribute much to the conversation but he’ll listen and give advice if you ask.

— y’know that lyric ‘melt your headaches call it home”? 

— yeah he emphasizes the FUCK out of that lyric when he sings that song to you if you’re having a bad day. 

— i feel like he’d have a thing for playing with your hair to get you to fall asleep if you’re struggling. like he’ll have you lay your head on his lap and he’ll absentmindedly run his hands through your hair and scratch your scalp while reading or something

— now if your anxiety is REALLY bad to the point where you have a panic attack he is so quick to action

— he knows better than to just tell you to ‘breathe’, he’ll actually guide you to breathe with him and then make you do grounding techniques to calm down

— he doesn’t like to hold you too tightly when you’re having them because he doesn’t want to suffocate you, so he’ll lightly wrap his arms around you from behind and rest your back on his chest

— once it’s over he’ll tighten his grip a little more and try to talk to you about what happened, though dosn’t push you too hard if you don’t want to talk about it. 

— he probably cooks your favorite meals if you’re having a bad day and just wanna eat your comfort foods, like he’ll have like recipes and stuff written down in a little book or in his notes app and look at them whenever he notices you aren’t feeling well.

— if he notices you’re stressed with something he’ll offer to help you finish it or will do it for you

— nighttime is always the best time for the two of you. he’ll sing you to sleep if you’re really tired and upset and then will stay up for a while later to make sure you’re alright

— if you aren’t as tired or have too much on your mind he’ll talk to you about anything and everything until you eventually fall asleep. like, the two of you will have conversations debating children's show for HOURS if it means getting your mind off of whatever is bothering you

— overall he’s a very attentive and caring bf who may not have a lot to say but he will go far and beyond to make sure you’re ok !!!

[blueraineshadows]

Hiii! ❤️

First of all I just want to sing your praises again for your amazing LxMCxG fic! I’m still trying to recover 🥵

Second, since you’re pretty much the queen of writing Leander now, I wanted to make a request! I was going through your master list and noticed you have those fluffy happy family fics for all the boys except Leander. So I was hoping to request that whenever you can! (Assuming you haven’t already been asked for this!)

Keep up the awesome work and thanks again for getting me on the Leander train hahaha!

Thank you so much 💜 I appreciate you taking the time to message me. I would love to write this!

The First Laugh

Leander Prewett x F!MC (Mrs Prewett)

Fluffy family fic, little bit of spice 🌶💓

The staff room was warm and cosy, the smell of freshly brewed tea and baked cookies reached his nose as Leander walked through the door. He stifled a yawn and grabbed a seat, rubbing his face with his hand.

"Are you alright, lad?" Sharp asked. He eyed Leander over his tea cup. "Late night?"

Leander groaned and reached for the tea pot. "Well, not exactly," he said. "The baby kept us awake most of the night, he wouldn't settle, no matter what we tried."

Sharp gave him a look of sympathy but shrugged. "Sadly, I cannot help you there, lad. Babies aren't exactly my specialty."

Leander waved him off, fighting back yet another yawn. "It's alright. I might send an owl to my mother for advice."

"Maybe you should make use of professors quarters here at the castle and get a decent night's sleep," Sharp suggested.

"Oh, I couldn't do that," Leander said. "It's bloody tiring, but I could never leave MC to deal with it alone. Besides, William is my son too. I want to be there for him."

Sharp gave a nod but couldn't help look a little perplexed.

....*....

MC stood at the kitchen sink and stared at the mountain of washing up. Her hair was a mess and there was baby sick on her third clean blouse of the day. Her bones ached with exhaustion and little William would likely be awake again in about half an hour.

She thought she might cry. Being a mum was hard. Harder than she ever imagined. But she wouldn't give up. How could she? One look at baby William's gorgeous blue eyes and she forgot every hour's sleep lost, every exploding nappy, every screaming cry.

Her beautiful son. In fact, MC wandered out of the kitchen, blowing off the washing up, to go and stand and stare at William while he slept. This was one of her favourite ways to pass the time. Not catching up on her own sleep, or being a good house wife, but basking in the love she had for her baby.

This was where Leander found her when he returned home from his day of classes at Hogwarts. Dead on his feet, he hurried to find her, pausing in the doorway a moment at the sight before him.

His wife and his son. How did he get so lucky? He had to ask himself that everyday.

He crept up behind MC, his arms encircling her waist. He pressed a kiss to her neck. "Hello beautiful," he whispered.

She sighed. "Less of the beautiful, sadly," she said. "I'm sorry if I smell of sick. It's been a day."

Leander peered down into the crib at the chubby rosy cheeks, the perfect little mouth and the tiny curled fists of his son. "Look how amazing he is," he murmured.

"I know," MC smiled. "I love him so much it hurts."

Leander kissed her cheek, and then gave her bottom a cheeky squeeze. "Go get in the bath, relax, I will watch him," he said.

MC turned to look up at him. "But, what about your dinner?"

He shrugged. "I ate at work. I'm fine. Go on, get in the bath. I can fix you a sandwich if you're hungry."

MC smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him. "Have I told you today that I love you?"

"You could always tell me again," he said. He kissed her back, harder. His hands appreciating the soft curves of her hips.

MC glanced down at baby William and then gave her husband a little smirk. She grabbed his hand. "Come on."

With a baby due to wake, there was no time for the gentle build up. MC tugged at Leander's trousers, pulling them loose as she sat down on the edge of their bed. Leander was working on her blouse, eager to get his hands on her swollen breasts.

MC moaned and arched upwards as he entered her, wrapping her legs up around him as he began to thrust. It was hot and quick, but fun, both of them biting back their groans of pleasure. They wanted to hang on to every precious moment alone.

They lay on the bed, clothing in disarray, limbs entangled. Leander kissed MC slow and deep. "I love you," he whispered.

A small, snuffling cry sounded from the room next door. MC grinned and kissed her husband on the nose. "Your turn," she said.

....*....

As Leander was changing William, he was chatting away to him, telling him all sorts of nonsense about his day. MC was getting dried after her bath, listening to him natter on and William was making the most adorable cooing noises back to him.

MC wrapped a robe about herself and walked into the bedroom. She came up beside them as Leander was pulling on William's sleep suit, his long fingers brushing up against William's tiny armpit.

A tiny, adorable giggle slipped from his cherub lips. Leander stilled, eyes staring widely, then he looked up at MC, who was equally stunned.

"Did he...was that..." Leander stuttered.

MC felt tears spring into her eyes. "He laughed!"

"That was the first time, right? Tell me it was the first time," Leander said.

She nodded, laughing in delight herself.

"Gods," Leander breathed. He scooped up William half dressed as he was and held him close. He put his arm around MC so they could all cuddle together. "I can't believe I was here to witness it with you. I feel like I miss so much being gone all day."

"I'm glad you were here too," MC said. She smoothed a gentle hand over William's baby soft red hair. "We both miss you when you're gone."

"It's things like this that make all the sleepless nights worth it, isn't it," Leander said. "I wouldn’t change it for anything."

MC leant her head against his shoulder. She couldn't agree more.

[bellafragolina]

I'm sending in a request close to the end of the the time frame you set because I don't want you to rush to do this one. But as you may remember my cat has been missing for a couple of weeks now. I'm not ready to grieve for him yet so I'm trying not to think about it too much. However I assume by the time you get to this ask I might be ready to deal with it. So if it's alright with you, can I get some hcs for how Ingo, Emmet, Adaman and Laventon might help their s/o who has lost one of their pokemon?

~Honey 🐝

It’s been quite a bit of time since you sent this ask, and I wanna say I’m sorry that your cat is missing. I’m sure wherever he is, he misses you just as much as you miss him

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

You text him about it. As soon as Ingo reads the message, he tries calling you. Did something happen? How did your Pokémon escape? Do you think it’s near the station? He’ll issue a lookout for it. At the same time, he’s trying to assure you that everything will be alright. He hates it when you cry, always feeling like a failure when you do, so he does his best to make you feel better while also doing all he can to help you find your Pokémon

As the search continues without any leads, Ingo turns his attention from the search to you. He’s still very active in the lookout, don’t get it wrong, but he’s starting to suspect the conclusion of the search won’t turn out, so he tries to be there with you as often as he can. He tries to arrange it so there’s always someone with you, so you’re never alone long.

The day you end the search, he takes off work and lies with you in bed. The grief that wracks you also wracks him, as he loved your Pokémon as much as you did, but he tries to stay your rock. You’re heartbroken, and he needs to comfort you through this. It hurts, he knows it does, and it will for a long while. It may never stop hurting, but he will always, always be there for you. If ever you need him, he is here, and he is happy to comfort you

Emmet:

Emmet understands the fear and anxiety of losing a Pokémon, as his Joltiks tend to wander off. But this is different. Joltiks don’t tend to go far; your Pokémon is nowhere to be seen near your house, your work, or even the station. Still, Emmet continues his search tirelessly. You’ve always done the same for him with his Joltiks, so now it’s time to return the favor

He doesn’t let up on the search, even as the days pass. His determination to find your Pokémon gives you hope, and keeps you hoping for far longer than you would’ve on your own. Still, as fruitless days turn into agonizing nights, Emmet cradles you close in bed. He rubs your back and presses you close, holding you tight. He does his best to keep you grounded, to remind you that he’s here. He’s not leaving

The day you tell him that you’re ending the search, that you’ve accepted your Pokémon is gone for good, Emmet ditches work. He gets food, movies, games, anything he can think of, and tries to help you through the grief with distractions. He cuddles, tells you dumb stories, plays games with you, and encourages you to learn new recipes with him, anything to keep your mind occupied. But it doesn’t work forever, and when the tears come, he’s there holding you once again. He kisses away your tears, presses Joltiks into your hands, and promises you that you’ll never be alone

Adaman:

Adaman is a clan leader, and thus is capable of having both his warden and other Diamond Clan members searching for your lost Pokémon. Hisui is a dangerous place for person and Pokémon alike, so you’re understandably distressed. But Adaman keeps you updated, takes you with him as he himself goes searching for your lost companion. He and Leafeon tear through the region best he can, even imploring to Irida to keep an eye out in the icelands, which she happily does for you

Your anxiety about what must have happened is a never ending tide dragging you down beneath the waves, but Adaman is a rock in the storm. He stands tall and firm, assuring you that everyone is looking out for your Pokémon, and there will be news. They will find out what happened, and they will reunite you with your Pokémon. But Adaman learns the weight of such promises when the search finally comes to an end

You sob, angry and grieving. You’re mad about losing your friend, about the hopelessness that plagues you, about the promises Adaman made and couldn’t keep. You’re a mess, and Adaman doesn’t know how to comfort you. So he holds you against him, presses you under him, a firm grounding weight atop you. You hit him a little, as your anger bleeds away into sorrow, but he allows it. He knows better now, than to promise things outside of his control, and he is so sorry. But you’ll get through this pain, together you’ll rise above it. That he can promise

Laventon:

Laventon is just as devastated as you are to discover that your Pokémon has gone missing. He’s acutely aware of the dangers of Hisui, so he’s frantically sending out the word that your Pokémon has been lost. The Survey Corp has a special mission going on, to be on the look out for your Pokémon, and Laventon himself is out there looking with them. If you come too, he doesn’t release your hand, squeezing it reassuringly

Your his top priority. He constantly is bringing you things, tea and mochi and even curry he made himself, just to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. He holds you close at night, warding off nightmares of what might have happened. He presses kisses to your cheeks and promises you that your companion no doubt misses you just as much as you miss it

When things come to an end, Laventon doesn’t leave your side. He keeps you with him, however he can. He stays back from missions, staying in the village with you so he can make sure you’re as okay as you can be. He keeps you with him in the office, letting you rest on his couch or in his lap as he works, rambling away to help your mind stop from hyperfixating on your lost friend. Tell him what you need, he’ll fetch it in a moment. He just wants you to be alright

🍓🍓🍓

I hope this helps even a little bit. I really am sorry about your cat.

Have a great Christmas, love

~Renee

[hondacarfromcai]

Welcome! I reckon you're here because you want to request a bot...?

...Well duh, of course you are. Okay, info about that is under the cut.

Greetings! So you definitely want to make a request? Good to know.

There's not really any rules. However, there is some things you should know — like there is some characters I won't make, mostly because I suck at programming their specfic personality or I just... don't like them enough to dedicate a bot (I'm picky lol sorry...)

Here's a quick list of who I won't make:

— Azula (og + Netflix)

— Toph

— Ozai (og + Netflix)

— Unalaq

— Kuvira

— Kyoshi (Netflix)

— Kuruk (Netflix)

— Any of the actors themselves (i.e Dallas Liu, Gordon Cormier, etc.)

If I think of more, I'll add them, however what's more important right now is to know that I, Zuko, am very bad with writing WLW bots. Not because I'm actually bad at writing them, but because... well, I'm trans FtM, to put it simply. I'm not like, actually trans but I certainly don't fully identify as a woman. It's very weird and complicated and ... anyways I'm off track.

That's really all there is to know, honestly. Just be weary I respond somewhat slow because of my timezone and ALSO acknowledge that I won't do every request I get. Again... I'm kind of picky... sorry 😭 This is mostly to help me get ideas and interact with my followers too (all of you seem so cool, I read your bios sometimes and you're all chill lol). Anyways, just send an ask or message and I'll see what I can do!

P.S: I WILL take requests for disabled, neurodivergent and agere bots (whether it be the user or the character)! Just know I can't get absolutely everything right (especially with disabilities I don't have and autism since it's a huge spectrum). Also, if you ever wondered, yes I'm disabled and autistic. I have a couple of disabilities, and also ADHD (it's absolute wack to deal with lmao 💀). Alright that's all 😋

[nazukisser]

➥ request; “We've sacrificed too much; I can't deal with it anymore.” with past fine Eichi please? wherein his s/o is in the same unit with him {req}

➥ pairing; tenshouin eichi x gn!reader

➥ tags; angst drabble

➥ word count; 509 words

➥ message from qian; turned out better than initially expected, hope you enjoy <3

You couldn’t tell behind that smile of his what he was thinking. There was always something he was planning, something hidden behind that smile, eyes which told nothing of the thoughts collecting in his mind. He was in the hospital again, times which you usually looked forward to the silver lining of spending some time with him.

You'd gone through a lot together, perhaps even too much. It was struggle after struggle- it was "the war"; hardships were to be expected. It was what brought you together, each of the struggles bringing one small victory after another. It was easy to smile then, after working hours to make sure it happened.

It was gradual, but the victories no longer felt like victories. You'd won, but at what cost? The way you did it worked, but was it worth what you'd put in, what you'd sacrificed? Eichi always said that it was worth it for him, but was it for you?

As you made your way to his hospital room, these thoughts stirred in your mind, your feet bringing you exactly to where he was. You visited all too often that your feet already knew where he was.

As you reached the room, a familiar room number flashed your eyes and the texture of the doorknob touched your hand. You'd entered this room all too many times, each day after practice and each time you and Tsumugi had made plans. As a member of Fine, you had to tell them what you were thinking, as much as you wanted to.

Then and there, as the door squeaked open ever so quietly and the moon shone in full light, Eichi turning around to face you with the same smile as he showed each time you appeared in front of him like this, you made your decision.

"I missed you, my angel," he propped himself up better on the bed, trying to see you better. "Hm? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

You stepped forwards with but a sigh, and you placed your hand on Eichi's cheek. Soft as always. You remembered the first time you'd kissed, just like this, light and sweet. A small part of you wanted that again, but you knew that turning back time was simply impossible.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to-" you cut off his sentence by placing your finger on his lips. The last you'd touch them.

"Eichi. No, should it be Tenshouin, now?" You could see the smile erase itself from his expression.

"I'm sorry. I'm leaving Fine, I'm going to quit being an idol."

You could already see the question of why in his eyes. Before he asked, you decided to answer it.

"We've sacrificed too much. I can't handle it anymore."

Before another word could be said, you removed your hand from his cheek, which he had covered with his own hand. You shook it off and turned abruptly towards the door which was previously behind you, not even bothering to shut the door behind you. It was your final goodbye.

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This took me a lot longer than I thought. I'm really sorry. But here is the promised part 2 I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed working on it.

Title : It is the darkest before the dawn

Chapters : (1) (2)

Characters : Bakugo Katsuki/ fem reader (quirkless)/ class 1A members

Genre : fluff/ angst

Summary : Your happy married life with Bakugo suddenly turned into a nightmare when you were kidnapped.

Status : Completed

Note : The events of this story take place ten years after the manga's current timeline

Original request

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Part 2 :

Katsuki jumped up so fast, he almost knocked over his desk:" Who the fuck do you think you are?! Where is y/n?! What did you do to her?? Don't you dare lay a finger on her or I swear I'll fucking blow you up to pieces!"

The person on the other end stayed quiet for a moment before laughing obnoxiously and saying:" Oh you heros never learn do you? Always full of yourselves and think that you own the world. Do you think you're in a position to be giving me orders?!"

Katsuki knew at that moment.. he had to answer calmly for your sake :" How can I know she's not hurt?"

_"I'll let you talk to her in a minute, but first you need to listen to me closely. Now that our location is exposed, you're gonna have to buy us some time so we can move, in the meantime the police will have to stand down as well as the heroes. You have to make sure no one comes for us. Your wife will be back to you safely once we're done relocating. But if anyone tries to stop us, then you'll be receiving her pretty little head in a plastic bag. Am I clear?"

Katsuki fell to his knees, unable to utter a word. His mind traveled to the worst places. All he wanted at that time was to see your face, to tell you that he loved you more than anything else.

Was the last time he saw you the last time ever?

The thought itself killed him.

_"Let me talk to her." He answered the villain in a small broken voice.

He heard a small shuffle before your shaky voice came to his ear:" Katsuki, honey I'm sorry I'm so sorry."

_" Baby are you alright? Did they hurt you? I promise I'll get you out of there so just hang on a little longer." He tried as much as he could to reassure you, even though he wasn't sure of anything himself.

_"I'm okay sweetheart don't worry about me, but please don't do anything they asked you to! You can't trust them! this is bigger than the both of us pleas..." You stopped mid sentence when your kidnapper snatched the phone away and slapped you with the back of his hand.

_"Take your fucking hands off her!!! Leave her alone!!! That wasn't the deal you fucking bastard!!!" Katsuki was desperate, he could only imagine what was happening on your side and it wasn't a pretty picture.

_"Your girl is tough I like her. But let's see how long it will take to break her, shall we?"

Katsuki's eyes widened and he started to shake tears falling uncontrollably down his face. He wanted to speak, to yell, but his throat was dry and clenching. He felt.. useless.

Seconds later, the line went dead.

Was that a dream? Did this really happen? He held up the phone in a shaky hand trying to make sense of what just happened. He couldn't.

His phone rang again, and his heart almost stopped. It was an unfamiliar number.

_" Hello.." he said after picking up.

_" Mr Bakugo! What's happening? We just received a mysterious message from y/n's phone saying that the organization's got her! What's going on??" It was the chief of police.

Katsuki broke down at that moment, this was real after all.

_" Mr Bakugo answer me! Are you alright?! What should we do??" The chief of police kept yelling.

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It took Katsuki a few more minutes to take in the situation, and when he finally did, he stood up on shaky legs, cleaned his messy face and started thinking about the next step.

He wasn't going to give you up, not even if it kills him. You are his everything.

He stormed out of his office, gathered everyone and informed them of the situation. He ordered his staff to send word to his pro hero friends before running out to his car and driving straight to the police station where you worked.

The place was chaotic, and the moment your boss spotted him, he came running, eyes filled with unanswered questions.

_" Mr Bakugo! This is insane! They figured out our entire plan! They knew that y/n is the team leader of this operation and that she's your wife! It was like hitting two birds with one stone!"

Katsuki was trying his hardest to remain calm, he didn't want to hear any of this, he just wanted to know if they have a location already. He felt shackled, he didn't know what to do. One wrong move and you're gone.

He stood there lost in his own thoughts until a pat on his shoulder brought him back to reality. It was Eijiro and Shouto. Their worried expressions spoke to him before their words did.

_"How are you holding up man?" Eijiro spoke softly although he didn't really need to hear the answer, it was all written on your husband's face.

_" We heard the news and we'll do our best for y/n we promise." Shouto added trying to calm his friend's nerves.

Moments later, Izuku and Denki came running in followed by Ochaco, Mina and Momo.

They all gathered around their friend trying to cheer him up. It wasn't working, but it felt nice to have them around.

They started working right away trying to come up with a plan that would both guarantee your safety and bring down the organization.

Katsuki was in hell, unable to focus on anything but the thought of you. He was afraid, what if something goes wrong? What if they find out he wasn't following their orders? Wouldn't it be better to do as they said for now?

He couldn't forget your last words to him, you knew that he treasured you more than anything else in life, and that he would burn down the world for you, that's why you asked him to forget about you and do the right thing.

He clenched his fists trying to focus with everyone else in the room but he couldn't. Nothing made sense to him anymore, so he excused himself and went outside for a breather.

His friends knew that he needed to be alone for a moment so they didn't attempt to follow him and kept focusing on the case.

Katsuki went up to the roof of the building and sat there looking at nothing in particular. His mind kept repeating the events of the day.

Were you alright? Did they hurt you? Were you scared? His mind kept going back to the part where that bastard hit you. He couldn't help his tears, he felt powerless. He promised to protect you with his life but there he was unable to do anything.

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You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust your vision to the darkness of the room.

It was cold and damp. You tried moving but you couldn't, your wrists were restrained.

All you could do was sit there and wonder what was happening.

Katsuki.. how was he doing? You hated to be the reason for his distress. You wished you could see him one more time and tell him how much you loved him.

You were forcing back your tears. You had to be strong.. for him.

The door opened all of a sudden, and you flinched in fear. An unfamiliar man walked in, dressed in black and covering his face with a mask, he said nothing and just placed a food tray in front of you before turning around to leave.

_ "Excuse me." You whispered from the corner: "Could you remove these chains please? I'm going to need my hands for this."

The man turned around and let out a thundering laughter that made you squeeze even further into the corner.

_ "I don't give a fuck how you eat, you can do it like a dog for all I care. That's what you truly are after all Mrs cop."

He suddenly came closer to you and grabbed you by the neck: "The only reason you're still alive is that we need you to secure a smooth relocation. So don't give me grief or I'll snap your pretty neck am I clear?!" He finally released his grip and left.

You started coughing uncontrollably and brought your hands to your now bruised neck. Your coughs soon turned into sobs, and you collapsed onto the dirty floor. You felt worthless.

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Days had passed and Katsuki was finally losing it.

The lack of food and sleep and working day and night with his friends to finalize their plan took a tool on him and it showed on his face. His dark circles and unshaved face were a screaming evidence of his deteriorating mental state.

He never stepped foot in your home ever since you were gone. He couldn't stand being there without you in his arms.

His friends were getting more and more worried each day that passed. They knew they had to speed things up if they hoped to save you both.

Another week had passed before they finally concluded a full proof plan that's ready for execution.

Katsuki sat down on the rooftop of his agency's building thinking about every possible scenario they could encounter the next day. He was lost in his thoughts when a voice came from behind him, it was Eijiro, Shouto, Denki and Izuku.

_ "What are you doing here by yourself man?" Eijiro's cheerful voice sounded from behind him before he plopped down by his side.

_ "Oh he's counting the stars apparently." Denki didn't miss the chance to make fun of his friend.

_ " Come on guys leave him alone, Kacchan l brought dinner, let's all eat together." Izuku joined his friends and placed the food containers in front of everybody.

_ "You have an amazing view Bakugo." Shouto was admiring the starry sky.

_ "Yeah, y/n tells me the same thing, she likes coming up here when the sky is clear." Katsuki finally smiled after so long, but it was a sad pained one.

_ "Is this why you keep coming here everyday after work?" Izuku asked even though he knew the answer.

_ "I come here to talk to her, crazy I know, but that's all I have."

_ "For now!" Everyone was thankful for Denki's cheerful personality.

_ "Oh by the way! You'll have a long ass explanation to do tomorrow after we save y/n." It was Eijiro's turn to address his friend.

_ "What do you mean?" Katsuki was genuinely confused.

_ "Oh I know! He means the GPS tracker you installed in her phone without telling her! Man she's gonna kill you for that." Shouto spoke, still guarding his poker face.

_ "Oh come on man he only did it because he was worried something like this would happen. That was smart!" Denki's not so convincing serious facade didn't fool anyone.

_ "But you know, all jokes aside that tracker saved us a lot of precious time." Izuku was the only voice of reason in their group.

They spent a few more hours there, during which they had dinner and force fed Katsuki a couple of bites.

They were nervous, things had to go perfectly because the alternative was your life.

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It was the day of the operation, everyone was getting ready to move. They had to be careful not to attract any attention, it was a secret mission after all.

The chief of police gathered everyone and went through the details one last time.

_ "First, the stealth team will make their move and keep us informed about the situation especially the enemy's security system. When the time is right, they will cue the technical team to join and disable their alarms." He stopped for a moment and turned to face Katsuki and his hero friends: "This is the hard part, if we're lucky, it will take them ten minutes to figure out what's going on so you'll have to move fast and find y/n. They made it clear that if we were to interfere she will lose her life." Katsuki's heart dropped after hearing this, he had to get to you before anyone else does.

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You didn't know what day it was, you stopped counting a while ago. You got so weak and the dark filthy room wasn't helping your case. The only thing that kept you going was the precious memories you had of your husband.

All of a sudden, you heard noises coming from outside, explosions, screams, loud thuds, gunshots. It was obviously a chaos.

You gathered what's left of your energy and tried to stand up when the door suddenly flung open.

It was one of the villains, he walked right up to you and grabbed your neck: "Your fucking husband and his friends are here! I will kill you and teach him a lesson! If we're going down then I'm taking you both with us!"

You were gasping for air, desperately trying to stay alive even for a moment to see your husband one last time. Tears started forming in your eyes. This is it.. it's over.

Things went dark and you lost consciousness.

Then suddenly you felt a touch, a familiar soft touch. Were you dead? Were you dreaming? Was it real? You couldn't tell for a moment until you heard the voice you yearned for the most, calling your name: "y/n! Baby please answer me! Open your eyes I beg you! I kept my promise and came for you so please open your eyes! Please, don't leave me y/n!"

It was really him, you weren't imagining.

You forced your eyes open to find the villain dead at your feet, and your husband crying.. your big baby.

His tears turned to happy screams when he saw you looking at him: "Baby! I was so scared! I thought I lost you! Please don't leave me!"

Your throat hurt too much to speak, so all you could do was nuzzle his chest and cry.

You felt yourself being picked up in his strong hold. He ran outside with you in his arms. There were still noises everywhere, it wasn't over.

Katsuki placed you gently on the stretcher and the doctors came running to your aid. You didn't want to let go of him, neither did he: "Baby I will be right back I promise, we still have some work to do in there, but now that you're secure I won't have to hold back. It will be over soon, the doctors will take good care of you." He kissed your cheek and left.

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The next time you opened your eyes, you were on a hospital bed all bandaged up. You felt a lot better than before. How long has it been since then? You couldn't tell.

You heard a soft sound and turned your head to inspect the source.

It was him, your husband and the love of your life.

He was sitting on a chair by your side, eyes closed and breathing softly. You struggled to get up from your bed, and you had to. You wanted to be closer to him. A few useless attempts later, you managed to finally leave your bed and walk to his side albeit unsteadily. You dropped to your knees and put a hand on his thigh before whispering his name. He opened his eyes slowly to see you smiling at him, and wasted no time to embrace your form: "You're finally up! I was so worried about you."

You hugged him even closer burying your face in his chest and planting a soft kiss to the beating of his heart: "I missed you so much Katsuki, more than you know."

_ "Me too sweetheart I was going crazy. Never leave my side again, please." He desperately begged you and you nodded smiling.

He then picked you up and carried you to bed. You kept talking for hours, he told you that you had been unconscious for two days, and you asked him if anyone got hurt during the operation.

He told you that everyone was fine and you felt relieved.

He came closer to you and you knew what he wanted, so you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. It was delicate and sweet, exactly the way you remember. You moaned into his mouth and he slid his tongue into yours. You got lost in each other's touch until a loud voice disturbed you: " Oi oi oi this is a public space you know? Can't go around kissing each other like that." It was Eijiro and he wasn't by himself, everyone else came too.

The girls ran to your side hugging you and asking if you were feeling better.

You were happy to have them and took the opportunity to thank them for saving your life: "Guys, I wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for you. You risked your lives for me and that is something that I will never forget. I'm so lucky to have you in my life. I really love you all."

It was an emotional moment, they were all happy to have you back. Momo and Ochaco even cried listening to you. But you can always count on Denki to ruin the moment: "Oh by the way y/n! Did you know that Bakugo installed a GPS tracker on your phone without telling you? What's up with that?" Everyone burst into laughter, and Katsuki was about to kill him. You smiled to yourself watching them joking around. Yeah, you are lucky.

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As promised, I'm sending in a request. Hehehehe. Hmmmm.... now for the request .... Wolffe comforting reader after being rejected, because reader was told they're not enough. Not pretty enough because she has no boobs and no butt. Not funny enough. Not memorable enough.

No pressure, love. If you want to write something cool. If not, no worries.

Oh Wolffe, my beloved! He would absolutely be amazing at comforting you after being rejected. I’m really into this idea because I really feel like he would be the best at this. After all, under that gruff exterior is a heart of gold.

A Decent Man

Pairing: Wolffe x female reader

Rating: T

Warnings: rejection, body image issues, mild swearing, jerks being jerks

“You should come out with me and my friends tonight, it’s going to be great, and I’ll introduce you to my friend Thad, I’m sure he’ll like you,” your friend Yasda insists. She’s the only other non-clone officer on the bridge of the Triumphant. The two of you joined the GAR around the same time and you were glad to be working with her. You’re particularly lucky that her station is right next to yours too. She’s a cheerful person, a real social butterfly, always inviting you to do something fun, especially when you have leave. Although she is also a perpetual match-maker and terrible at it.

“I don’t really want to go on another one of your blind dates, Yas,” you sigh. You know she means well but you haven’t had the best luck with men since you started dating. You know you’re never going to be the type of woman that stops men in their tracks, but you at least thought there would be someone out there for you. Lately though, you’ve felt sick of the whole process. Everyone was always encouraging you to keep trying, your friends, your sisters, and your mother. She had even been excited about you going off to join the GAR because maybe there was a chance you’d catch some soldier’s eye.

“Come on, it’s not like that date with Royce was that bad, your personalities just didn’t click,” she replies.

“Didn’t click?” you ask incredulously, “He told me I wasn’t funny or memorable enough to date him.”

Yasda winces, “Ok, you’re right, he was a jerk, I’m sorry about that one. But I have a really good feeling about you and Thad. Pleeease?” She’s nothing if not persistent.

“Alright, fine,” you acquiesce, knowing that she’ll just keep begging you anyway, “I’ll go with you, but if it doesn’t work out with Thad, promise me this is the last set-up.”

“Ok, deal!” She nods her head and smiles wide at you.

Commander Wolffe allows the briefest ghost of a smile to pass over his face as he hears you agree to your night out. He never used to be one for idle chatter, but since he’s been on the bridge more and working closer to you, he’s found it oddly amusing. Well, listening to it anyway, he doesn’t ever participate. He enjoys hearing the little snippets of your life, a world he’s never known. Truthfully, Wolffe has been drawn to you almost since the moment you met. You’re a talented officer, hardworking, and excellent at creative solutions. He makes a habit of asking for your opinion in briefings, trusting your judgment. He wishes he could meet that Royce you were talking about just now. He’d like to give the idiot a piece of his mind, and maybe a swift kick in the keister, for saying such an asinine thing to you. Only a real dumbass would say that you weren’t memorable. For just a moment, he imagines what it would be like to go out with you tonight. He wonders if you’d agree to a date with him. He’s always thought you were pretty, and he likes the way you smile at him, even when he’s grumpy. His thoughts are interrupted by his comm though, and he swiftly turns his attention to the important message.

You’re out of your GAR uniform and wearing one of the few dresses you have. Yasda is next to you, preening and adding last minute touch ups to her make up. You give yourself a once over in the mirror. Looking at yourself with a half smile, you think you’ve done pretty well tonight given what you have to work with. You’re in good spirits boosted by Yasda’s buoyant mood. She’s been bopping around your quarters ever since she arrived to get ready with you.

“I told the guys to meet us at the hanger, so you’ll get extra time with Thad,” she says excitedly.

“Ok, I hope that turns out to be a good thing,” you respond. You’re already nervous, your stomach fluttering as you think about meeting Thad.

When you’re finally ready to go, you’ve given yourself a good pep talk and you’re laughing with Yasda, looking forward to a fun night off and the possibility of meeting a nice man. As you walk towards the hanger exit, you see two civilian men hanging around. You recognize the one as Yasda’s boyfriend, and the other must be Thad. He’s rather good looking, a little short but he has nice hair and a fairly nice looking smile. Unfortunately his smile starts to fade as you get closer to him. Yasda greets the men enthusiastically and makes the necessary introductions.

“We’ve each got a speeder bike, if you girls don’t mind hanging on,” Yasda’s boyfriend tells you with a wink.

“Sounds like fun!” Yasda replies and she quickly heads to one of the bikes. Her boyfriend is eager to join her and before you and Thad are even on his bike, they’re waving goodbye. You stand there awkwardly for a moment and you hear Thad sigh.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, wondering what it could be since you’ve barely said two words to the man.

“Nah, it’s fine, I’m sure you have a great personality, right?” he says flatly.

“Excuse me?” you ask, taken aback by his brusque comment.

“I mean come on, what was Yas thinking? She knows the type of women I usually go after,” he replies. He looks you over, nodding his head up and down, “I mean you barely even look like a woman, you’ve got almost no tits or ass.”

You stare at him in shock, how in the hell are you supposed to respond to that mean comment? Thankfully you don’t have to.

“That’s not how you speak to a lady,” Commander Wolffe’s deep baritone growls out. He strides up to Thad and looms over the shorter man. His jaw is tense and his eyes are narrowed.

“I don’t think she’s much of a lady, bud,” Thad retorts, an ugly sneer on his face as he looks up at Wolffe.

“Apologize to her, right now,” Wolffe grits out, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Why should I? She’s not worth it,” Thad says smarmily to Wolffe. You suspect he instantly regrets it as Wolffe’s fist makes contact with Thad’s nose.

“Ow! Dammit!” Thad clutches at his face with one hand and tries to punch Wolffe with the other. Wolffe easily deflects Thad’s pathetic attempt and lands another blow to his cheek. The jerk crumples to the ground, his hands coming up to shield himself, “Alright, alright, man.”

“Apologize.” Wolffe looks down menacingly at Thad.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay?” Thad gets out weakly.

“And what are you sorry for? Tell her.” Wolffe is not making it easy on him.

Thad rolls to his side so he can look at you directly, “I’m sorry I insulted you. We can still go to the club if you like.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” Wolffe states. He reaches down and hauls Thad up to his feet by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t ever want to see your face around my base again.” He points to Thad’s bike and gives the man a shove when he doesn’t start moving fast enough.

The commander makes his way over to you. You’re standing there practically shaking from the shock of what has transpired. When you look up at Wolffe, you try to thank him, but instead you find yourself blinking back tears.

“Aw, none of that now,” he says to you, his voice soft and gravely. He looks at you with a small smile and then surprises you by pulling you into a hug. One of his strong arms supports your back while the other comes up to rest on your hair. You bury your face into his broad chest, wanting to hide away. He’s being so kind to you that you can’t stop a few rogue tears from sliding down your cheeks.

“It’s alright now, he’s gone,” Wolffe’s voice is soothing. His hand rubs soft circles into your back and you feel yourself calming down.

You lift your head up and lean back a little so you can look at his face, “Thank you, Commander, no one has ever done anything like that for me.”

“I only did what any decent man would do,” he replies. He reaches up to brush the tears from your face. “Where does Yasda find these idiot boys?”

“Boys?” you ask confused.

“Yeah, she’s set you up with some real losers,” he tells you. His arms tighten around you a bit, pulling you in close. He can tell you’re still upset and he wants you to feel that you’re safe.

“You’re right, this guy was completely rude and disgusting, a total loser,” you respond, “But how did you know about the other ones?”

“Do you think I don’t listen when you speak? The bridge isn’t exactly private, you know,” he tells you with a chuckle.

“I didn’t think you listened to stuff like that.” You smile at him, feeling better already and only a touch embarrassed.

“I always listen to what you have to say,” he tells you. He pats your hair softly, smoothing his hand over it, before he lets you go.

“Well, thank you.” You had no idea he was paying that much attention to you, but something about it makes you feel good. You look at him, still awestruck by how this night has turned out.

“You know they’re wrong, don’t you?” he asks, looking more serious again.

You shrug at that, “I guess I do.”

“No, they are wrong about you.” His tone is insistent. He reaches for your hand and looks into your eyes. “You are an intelligent, entertaining, and beautiful woman. Any decent man would be lucky to have your attention.”

He speaks with such conviction and earnestness that you know he believes what he says. Besides, Wolffe isn’t the type to give out insincere compliments. His honesty makes you bold and you lean in and kiss his cheek.

“Thank you, Commander.” You give him your nicest smile and you squeeze his hand for a moment before you move to step away. His hand holds onto yours though, keeping you close to him.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he replies, “Now come on, there’s still plenty left of this evening and I don’t want to waste any more of it.”

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“To dinner. I think it’s time a decent man took you out on a date.”

Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed this little fic.

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I'm so proud that you're into Sally Face, so naturally I'm going to help the brain rot take over you! Could I request Sal when his SO sees his face for the first time. This is a very loose request, it can be nsfw, fluff, whatever you feel like (except angsty, I can't go through too much angst with my FI)

Running Your Fingers Through His Hair

[Sal Fisher X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: like, none?]

[AN: sorry if this is severely OOC, I'm still learning about Sal lmfao. Also it's kinda short at 1.1K words,]

You hum quietly as you rest your head on Sal’s midsection as he pages through a book about one fascinating field of science or another. Your thumbs move quickly as you text Maple about the comings and goings of the world and little jokes with anything and everything in between.

Sal’s fingers are gentle and soft as he massages your scalp, every now and then breaking the peaceful almost silence the two of you are enveloped in because he’s read something absolutely riveting. “It’s a fascinating world we live in,” he says, the grin so audible in his tone alone. You wonder if he’s beaming. You’re almost certain he is.

A dreamy sigh passes from your lips when Sal massages your scalp in the right place, every now and then his fingers playing with your loose strands of hair. You combat this by taking one of your hands off your phone to grasp at his hand, playfully bringing it down to your lips to plant a kiss on the back of it.

Sal laughs and gently taps your nose as you do so. “You struck again,” he says through giggles, reveling in the feeling of your lips pressing a kiss to his wrist.

You grin. “And I’ll keep going,” you say in a mischievous tone as your eyes watch his hand once again rest at the crown of your head.

“How is Maple?” He asks, turning yet another riveting page.

“She’s alright,” you reply, reading over her messages, the ghost of a smile on your face. “And how is your reading?”

Sal glances down at you, a hum bubbling up from the back of his throat. “It’s pretty nice, y’know?” He begins. “Learning more and more by the second.”

You smile warmly and softly at your lover’s words, almost content to be back in silence with him when a thought pops into your head. “Hey, Sal?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I do your hair?”

“What?”

“Can I do your hair?” You repeat, a blooming smile on your lips as you suddenly shoot upwards, knocking his hand from your head.

He gives you a quizzical glance before nodding slightly. “I mean, if it makes you happy,” he says, a breathy smile on his lips as he watches you shift around the bed the two of you are lounging on.

You walk around on your knees until you plop down behind Sal. He has such pretty hair. “Can I undo it?” You ask.

He nods, relaxing under your touch.

Your fingers are soft and nimble as you undo his pony tails, very careful to not knock his mask off in the process as you would hate to overstep his boundaries. “Do you have a brush?”

He nods, gesturing over to the mirrored dresser.

You quickly slide off the bed, palm the brush, and retake your place by Sal. Gingerly, you brush it through his blue locks. “Did you get a new shampoo?”

“I did,” Sal grins.

“Smells incredible,” you compliment, careful to not mess with the straps of his mask as you do so. You hum as you work, the two of you in that peaceful atmosphere when you begin to braid.

“Y’know what?” Sal says as he suddenly closes his book. “Would it make it easier if I-”

“Oh! You don’t have to,” you reassure your boyfriend as you briefly pause braiding his hair. “I can totally work around it, it’s no big deal,” you reassure, attempting to wave off any vibe that you might have given off that told him he needs to take his mask off in order for you to work. Honestly, you don’t mind!

Sal looks over his shoulder at you. “I think there’s this hairstyle I really want to try,” he begins, hands reaching back to take off his mask. His fingers immediately latch to the small straps, leading up to the clasps.

“Sal, you really don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

You bite your lip, watching as he takes the straps off, mask falling to his chest. Almost out of respect, you look away in case that wasn’t his desired intent, but he pauses.

“Close your eyes.”

You do, eyes fluttering shut as Sal moves around on the bed so he’s facing you. You feel his cold hands over taking yours, grasping you gently like you’re made out of the most delicate glass before he squeezes.

“Alright, open them.”

Slowly, you open your eyes and are greeted to the face of the man you love more than the sun loves the moon, for every night he died to let his lover breathe. Your eyes trace over the right side of his face where he is painted with deep scars. His teeth are visible, pearls in their own right. Your eyes follow the slope of his nose to where it ends in none, slits where nostrils should be.

Gingerly, you reach your hand upwards, gently tracing his jaw as you do so, almost careful you’re going to hurt him as he looks into you, a plethora of emotions flying through his eye, the other being made of glass.

Sal leans into your touch, eyes whispering shut as you cup his cheek, tears beginning to drop down his cheeks.

“How are you so beautiful?” You whisper in an inquisitive tone, watching as his mouth turns upwards into a relieved smile. You hold in warmly, your other hand brushing his azure colored bangs from his pretty face.

Sal chuckles softly, stars in his eyes. “You really think so?”

You press forwards, lips resting on his forehead, then his cheeks until your forehead rests against his. “I know so,” you giggle, finally pressing your lips to his.

Sal squeezes your hands even tighter, melting into your kiss.

Giggles bubble up from your lips as you kiss him more fervently, one of your hands leaving his grasp to thread through his hair. When you pull away, you look at him in full, drinking in his image. He’s so gorgeous when he smiles. “I can’t believe you were hiding this from me all this time,” you joke, fingers twirling his blue tresses.

Sal laughs heartily before stealing yet another kiss before grabbing your hand into his, moving it so it’s palm up. “I can’t believe it either,” he grins, lips planting soft kisses to your palm so whenever you squeeze it, you’ll remember it’s him and his presence.

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you blink away the sweetness, dopey smile still on your lips. “You gonna tell me about that new hairstyle?”

He smiles, beaming like the sun. “Y’know Evie Frye? From Assassin’s Creed Syndicate?”

[hotch-stufff]

Meet the Parents

Gif is not mine

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Warnings!: angsty, mentions of neglect, bad parenting, fighting, arguing, lots of yelling, parents saying degrading things towards reader, but happy ending between reader and hotch obviously

Description: Hotch meets your parents that have never approved of you or anything you do, how will he react when they begin picking apart your life?

A/N: not rlly sure if i love this one, but I hope you guys do. Probably a bunch of spelling errors, just warning you.

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It was a bad idea.

Of course it was a bad idea.

You really didn't know why you had to go through with this.

You never wanted to have to introduce him to your parents. You had hoped this day wouldn't come. They were... not the best parents in the world, to say the least.

But you were engaged, getting married in only a few months, and your parents had of course heard of your engagement from your older sister. She had accidently let it slip on her last visit.

And now you had to introduce him. And God you were terrified. They had belittled and picked apart each and every aspect of your life.

It wasn't really your father, more so your mother. But he had never stopped her and joined in occasionally.

They had always hated your decisions. You had joined the marines straight out of highschool, and went to the FBI academy after 4 years of service. You had then quickly made your way to the FBI's behavior analysist unit, and that was where you had met your now fiance, Aaron Hotchner.

And of course your mother disapproved. She had always wanted you to go the traditional route. Be a stay at home mom, married with kids by the time you were 20.

You were now 28 and just getting engaged, so of course your mother was going to have some complaints.

But you had never expected how the night actually had turned out.

You had been wringing your hands the entire way there. Aaron had been worried about you for the entirety of the trip. Constantly sending you glances, taking your hand in his own and squeezing reassuringly.

"It will be alright, love." He would tell you. You would simply glance at him shaking your head.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

Soon enough you pulled up into the driveway of your childhood home. Your heart beat widely as you stepped out of the car, meeting Aaron on the other side.

"I'm sorry." He shot you a confused look.

"For what?" he had asked.

"Just apologizing in advance." And with that you rang the doorbell. You heard footsteps and the door was yanked open. Your mothers shrill voice rang through the air.

"Honey! They're here." She sent a smile Aaron's way, and glanced at you dissaprovingly. "Darling. What on earth are you wearing?" You looked down at your simple dress and rolled your eyes.

"Good to see you too mom." She shook her head.

"Of course of course. Good to see you as well. And you must be Aaron? We have heard nothing about you." You scoffed, quickly covering it with a cough, as Aaron responded.

"Yes, Aaron Hotchner ma'am. Its wonderful to meet you."he stuck out his hand for her to shake, but she just turned around and strutted away.

"Do come in, we wouldn't want dinner to get cold. You're already 20 minutes late." She scolded as she walked through the kitchen door.

"Mom, we are 5 minutes early." You stated simply. She laughed like you had said the most absurd thing in the world. You just rolled your eyes.

Aaron shot you a glance and you smiled softly at him.

You gathered around your table, hoping for a somewhat pleasant meal. You father walked in glancing at Aaron before doing a double take.

"Ah you must be Aaron." Your father held out his hand hesitantly. Hotch shook it respectfully introducing himself.

"Yes sir, Aaron Hotchner." He nodded politely.

You all sat around the table and began eating in silence. Small talk here and there but mostly silence, until your mother finally spoke up.

"So, you two met at work?"she asked, disdain present in her voice.

"Uh, yes we did. We work together at the BAU." You replied, catching your mothers eye roll but electing to ignore it.

"Yes, I'm the unit chief, and Y/n is one of our best agents." You couldn't stop him before he made his mistake. And you saw the realization flashed in your father's eyes.

"Unit chief? Like the boss?" He asked.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath. "Yes dad, like the boss." You said a bit louder.

"You're dating your boss!" Your mother exclaimed.

"Mom, its not that big of a deal, he isn't my direct boss, another agent is." You tried explaining.

"Ugh, this government talk us just too much at the dinner table." She sighs dramatically and you shut up, not wanted to start a fight so early in the night.

You all continued eating until your dad spoke again.

"So Aaron you must be significantly older than Y/n." Your father continued. Aaron nearly choked on his drink.

"Um, there is a small age difference yes. But we have never let it bother us." God this was painful.

"No but, why on earth would you bother with a young, disappointment like Y/n? I mean she's obviously gained some weight. She had a dishonorable job for a woman. She doesn't have a family, and jmis just now getting into a serious relationship. I mean seriously Aaron, you could do so much better than, her." You could not believe the audacity of this woman. Your mother effectively silenced the entire table. You felt tears gather in your eyes. As you tried to stop them from falling down your face, Aaron set his wine down calmly and stood up.

"Your daughter is very far from a disapointment." He stated matter of factly. "She is by far one of the Best people that I know. She is the love of my life. She is one of THE most prestigious agents in the FBI, and is apart of one of the best teams in the country. She is the most amazing partner in the world, and had become my favorite person. I dont know how you consider yourselves decent human beings when you can sit here and degrade your own daughter like this. And I feel sorry that you can't see how amazing she truly is." He was nearly breathless when he finished. You stood up beside him.

"Aaron's, right. You guys are the most indecent human bei-"

Anger had flashed in your fathers eyes as he stood angrily, slamming his hands on the table, effectively interrupting you.

"How dare you come into our house and speak such words towards us!?" He yelled at Aaron and you with a furociousness you hadn't seen since you joined the marines.

"Sit down and shut up!" Aaron yelled right back, furious that your father had just interrupted you.

You decided it was time to step in and leave.

"Me and my fiance will be leaving now. I hope you have wonderful lives. And the next time I hear from you it better be an apology otherwise you will never be meeting your grandchildren. And my my wouldn't that just be very indecent." You finished in a mocking tone, spinning around and walking away, Aaron hot on your heals.

You somehow held off your tears till you reached the car and pulled into your driveway and then you completely broke down.

Aaron held you the best he could over the console, trying his best to make you feel better

"Sshhh, sweetheart, its okay." He whispered into your hair. "That was so brave. I'm so proud of you." You smiled slowly pulling away from him.

"Thank you Aaron, for everything you said in there. I never would have had the courage to say anything to them if it wasn't for you. So thank you." He was about to protest, but you shut him up quickly by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"I love you." He mumbled against your lips.

You just kissed him harder, getting your message across loud and clear. You pulled away, wiping away your tears.

"I think they liked you." You mumbled a few seconds later, causing him to burst into laughter.

"Especially when I told your dad to shut up." You giggled at his statement.

"Especially then." You continued laughing as you leaned in kissing him again.

Never had you been happier for having a man like Aaron Hotchner.

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Trouble In Paradise (Yuzuru Hanyu x Reader)

Request: "I was thinking of figure skater!reader x Yuzuru Hanyu, where they are dating and doing Fantasy on Ice. One night, where reader is especially exhausted she gets into an argument with him. During the following show, the audience and fellow skaters notice that something is wrong especially after she gave up her place as the first jumper at the end to Evgenia when Alina wanted to do it and she tried to stay as far away from Yuzuru the whole show when he tried to make amend with her. Later that night, they reconcile. The next day, it was in every news that reader prefers Evgenia over Alina and was in conflict with Yuzuru. So reader has to make an official "apology" to explain that she was exhausted" - @thehappygrungelife

A/N: this is actually my first request from Tumblr and I'm very grateful to the person who asked for a request and I really hope I do it a justice

Warning: angst + fluff (happy ending), some cursing and heated argument

It was another day of practice for FaOI (Fantasy on Ice) and for some reason, you were not in your best shape. You would constantly be off beat compared to others and even when it was your turn to practice your performance, it was all but good; it wasn't even near your "ok" performance.

Okay, maybe it wasn't because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. The other day you've been pushing yourself quite hard and it was the first day of your period. To top it off? The only thing your boyfriend, Yuzu did was telling you that it'll be alright and one bad day won't do any harm since everyone has those days.

I mean, who could blame him, practice isn't always easy when you're not into it. The whole entire day, you just prayed that practice would be over as soon as possible but of course, the more you want time to go by, the longer it actually is.

After what feels like days, practice was finally over and you were all dismissed to go back to your hotel. But despite feeling rough, you decided to wait for Yuzu since you just wanted to sulk and complain to him. But when you saw Yuzu talking with other female skaters, you decided to just leave in your grumpy state.

Throughout the rest of the day, you kept on ignoring all the notifications you got from Yuzu. Every message, every phone call, you ignored them all. Until you heard a knock on the door to your hotel room. Thinking it was the room service you ordered but it turns out to be a not pleased Yuzu.

"Where were you? I've called you so many times. Did you even check your phone?!" Yuzu questioned, his tone was immediately an octave higher

"It was charging. I'm trying to not look at my phone too much. It stresses me out" you shrugged, going back to your bed and looking at your laptop

"What's the difference with your laptop then?! You know what, never mind. Do you know how worried I was?! I thought something happened to you" Yuzu sighed, stress combing his hair

"Oh, now you noticed. I'm fine. Thanks for asking. You should head back and rest. Our show is literally tomorrow" you mentioned, not looking away from your laptop

"What's with you? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?!" Yuzu started to get worried

"Nothing much. Just another tiring day. I'm serious Yuzu, just go. You need your rest too" you replied, sighing

"Why? Why are you pushing me away?! We barely talked today" Yuzu complained

"I'm just tired and on my period. Can we please not have this conversation. I don't want to lash out at you" you sighed, getting up from the bed

"Why? Why would you lash out? C'mon, let's just talk. I'm worried about you" Yuzu mentioned, taking your hands in his

"Why don't you just go back to the other skaters. I really am not in the mood to talk. Just go" you groaned, letting your hands go

"This talk isn't over (Y/N). You can be mad at me but we still have to talk it through. Get some rest, alright?" Yuzu sighed in defeat, leaving you in your room

Oh how you wish you could just make the whole week go by as fast as Thanos' snap. But, like it or not, you just have to face it and get through cause eventually it'll all be over.

Unfortunately, the other skaters and even the audience knew that something was wrong. Your typical bubbly and enthusiastic self was nowhere to be seen. Sure, you managed to perform your skating until the end, but it seems something was off. Your expression didn't lie.

What threw it off even more is when you were supposed to be the first jumper before the closing but you decided to let Zhenya do it, telling her that you weren't feeling well and your period cramps were acting up more than the usual and because Zhenya was the closest to you.

After the performance was over, there were many words going around and the media started to bring up some news about you preferring Zhenya over Alina to do the first jump. When the news started to blow up, Yuzu was the first to try to find you and talk about why you did what you did; not only that, he also wanted to talk about why you've been avoiding him since last night and even during the whole event.

However, the second the staff told everyone to go backstage, you were the first to leave the stage because your period cramps were getting unbearable and you quickly excused to be able to go back to the hotel on your own, trying to get away from the media who were plastering questions to why you decided to give your first jump spot to Zhenya.

Over on Yuzu's side, his eyes were traced on you throughout the whole show. Especially when you gave up your first jump spot for someone else when you normally are enthusiastic to do it. When Yuzu saw you quickly going backstage, he didn't hesitate to follow you. Calling out for you and asking you to talk but he lost sight of you and you eventually went out of the room before he could get to you, sparking another drama for the media.

Throughout the rest of the day, you just shut any kind of way for people to contact you and just passed out since the period cramps were getting to you. You didn't know how long you've been sleeping until you heard several, no, multiple knocks on your door that could probably be heard throughout the floor you were staying.

Grunting, you finally woke up and headed towards the door, opening it and revealed Yuzu, your boyfriend and the person you honestly don't really want to talk to but at the same time, relieved that it was him instead of someone else. Sighing, you knew that you were going to have the talk sooner or later. So, you finally let him in, telling him that you just woke up.

"Before you ask anything. I just woke up" you mentioned, closing the door as Yuzu came in

"What happened? Are you sick? You didn't seem too well. If you were sick, you could've said so instead of pushing yourself and not putting on your best performance" Yuzu started to lecture

"Yuzu..." you mumbled

"Like honestly. I was worried. We're all worried about you but you kept pushing us away" Yuzu argued

"Yuzu!! Stop!!" you raised your voice back

"No. Look, I get it if you're tired but that doesn't mean you should just push people away" Yuzu argued back

"YUZURU HANYU!! I SAID. STOP IT" you shouted, stunning Yuzu since he never saw you this angry

"Please. I'm already tired from a stressful week and my period just came yesterday and the cramps were unbearable even when I've taken medication" you sighed, plopping back on your bed as Yuzu follows you

"Not only that. I was hoping to be able to have a night of just the both of us yesterday but you were talking to other skaters and I don't want to seem so clingy or anything. I also don't want to be mad at you since my mood swings during my period is not the greatest. But guess the media thought otherwise" you explained

"Hey, hey, look at me. Why didn't you say anything? No one would've ever thought something like that, hmm? Especially me. You're not clingy at all. I actually like it you know. Makes me feel more loved and wanted. It's actually one of the things I like about you. What bout letting Zhenya jump first? Was it also because of your period?" Yuzu softly asked, holding your hands in his as he kneeled in front of you

"Yea. And Zhenya was the closest to me. I swear there's no hate going around or anything" you replied, sighing

"Alright. Let's not worry about that. We can deal with the media tomorrow. I'm just glad that you're alright. Please tell me whenever you don't feel well or if something doesn't sit right with you, okay? No matter what reason it is. No matter if you think it's silly, I want to hear about it. We're in this together. Whatever your problem is, it's my problem too and I want to help you" Yuzu reminded, holding your hand tightly in his

"Okay. I'm sorry for making you and everyone else worry" you mumbled

"It's alright. Just don't hide anything from me anymore okay? Now let's just rest. I'll help you deal with the media tomorrow, hmm?" Yuzu mentioned, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead

"Are you staying?" you murmured, looking into his eyes

"If you want me to. If not, I'll just stay until you're asleep" Yuzu replied, patting your head

"You can stay. I don't feel like I'll be able to sleep anytime soon since I did just take a long nap" you mentioned

"Alright. Then I'll stay here to comfort you. Let's just watch a film, hmm? I'll order some room service" Yuzu mentioned, going over to the phone to call for room service but you stopped him

"Thank you, Yuzu. I really am lucky to have you" you smiled, looking at Yuzu with eyes full of love

"And I am too. I'm thankful to have you as well. Thankful that you're able to make me warmer and more open to others" Yuzu giggled, taking your hand and kissing it

In the end, the both of you just cuddled up in your bed and watched some movies to end the night, thanking the universe for bringing the both of you together. Because, in the end of the day, no matter what difficult situations you may face, with the right person, you can get through it.

A/N: @thehappygrungelife I hope that I did your request a justice and hope that you like it :)