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haruchi-slit · 6 months

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TWO LAWYERS, ONE HEART

HIGURUMA CONTENT AS I PROMISED

warnings: semi-public? sex, quickie...etc.

synopsis: you and your fiance was coincidentally hired by clients who's involved in the same case and why not fuck in the courtroom?

Having a relationship with a another attorney is not the best fucking idea.

Last week you were hired to defend a person who's accused of murder and for fuck's sake, soon later your fiance said that he'll be the lawyer of the opposite side, you were shock to hear the new, past forward, morning before the case, you and your fiance, Higuruma stared blankly at eachother while taking your breakfast, both not wanting to break the silence, you took a deep breath,

"goodluck babe" you said in which he responded with a nod- after that you left.

"awkward as fuck", you mumbled as you check your client's case not knowing what to do next, the jury and the judge came, you stood up and so does the others and you know this wouldn't go as smooth as your other cases, as soon as the judge slamed their gavel you began to question your fiance's client, "How can you tell that my client here, is the one who murdered the victim?, there were no proofs, no?" "Yes, but i saw it with my own eyes!" "And, are you the only one who saw that?" you asked once again, "Yes, but-" "then you have no proof, and no witness?, you, only seeing it is not enough, suspicious, is it not?, I'll ask again later, thank you judge." once again the judge slammed their gavel down, which means it's higuruma's turn to inquire your client, "It says here, on your file, it seems that you and the victim had a fight before the murder happened, so is it not just as suspicious?" Higuruma uttered, looking onto you with a brow, good he's so fucking hot when he's serious, it just make you throb.

After the hearing, the jury and the judge left, as well as your clients, leaving you and your fiance alone in the court room, Higuruma walked his way to you, "You did well, hon" he says with a smile, exposing his little dimple on his left cheek- you stood up and gave him a peck on his lips, but soon turned into a deep kiss, your hands traveled on the back of his head, massaging his scalp using the pads of your hand- "you looked so hot when you're serious" you let out a breathy moan, as both of you latched your lips together once again, deepening the kiss much more

"only when I'm serious?" Higuruma asks sheepishly between breaths, you chuckled in a low voice as higuruma reaches for your stocking, he feels you soaking wet panties, upon noticing, he flicked his finger tips on your clit- "Honey, i-i don't think we should be doing this in here.." you stated, but that doesn't stop higuruma, he kept flicking your clothed cunt, he slowly lays you on the desk nearby, squatting on the sight of your cunt, he rips a little hole on your stocking for him to reach your hungry sweet cunt then he lifts your pencil skirt above your chest- "A quickie wouldn't hurt sweet cheeks" he says unbuckling his pants, his length sprung out as soon as he unzipped his pants , it was half hard- he inserts his cock in, ripping your stocking a little more, you can hear the stitches of stocking popping...your jaw slacked as your eyes rolled back in the back of your head "we gotta be quick-" you moaned he jerks his hip in you, you can feel him growing in you- which made the pleasure two time better, "f-fuck- you're so fucking tight!" he whispers on your ear as fasten his pace going faster and faster, delicate sounds of your bodies slapping together rung inside the Courtroom, god i hope no one comes in!

you can feel your stomach building a familiar knot ready to burst any minute-

"are you close honey?" Higuruma says "mhmm yea!" you whispered "good" he responds he bucks his cock on your g-spot in a better angle" 'm cumming-!" you whimpered "yeah cum on my dick hon" he says thrusting deeper while covering your mouth to prevent being caught, moments later thick ropes of cum painted your womb, after a few final thrusts you cane too, he pulls out his cock, wiping mixed cums of yours and his off his cock as he helped you to get up and fix your skirt after that, the two of you went out of the Courtroom with your cunt leaking with his cum. Well i guess having a relationship with a another lawyer isn't half bad.

A/N: I DON'T KNOW HOW THE COURTROOM ACTUALLY WORKS AND HOW LAW WORKS, I JUST THOUGHT THIS PLOT IS KINDA GOOD, I ONLY USED GOOGLE AS MY RESOURCE OMG I'M SORRYY!

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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let me know that it's real - s.h.

Summary: You get stood up for a date. Steve finds you first.

Pairing: best friend!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings/tags: reader gets stood up, love confessions, and, wait for it... friends to lovers! shocking, i know.

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Your skirt squeaks against the vinyl of the booth as you shift. Your butt had begun to hurt around the half hour mark, and now, creeping upon nine o'clock, your legs are asleep.

Your eyes water and you quickly dab at the unshed tears, partly out of not wanting to cry in public but also, you've spent a hell of a time doing your makeup tonight. You had felt pretty in your daisy patterned blouse and your new flared skirt, but now, it doesn't seem worth it to have agonized over such a thing. Your lips are sticky with pink gloss that you anxiously reapply every ten minutes.

You pull out your compact again, checking your mascara to make sure it hasn't run down your cheeks. Not that it matters.

"Miss," comes a voice from above. The waitress is back. "You gotta order something if you wanna keep the table."

She sounds sympathetic, maybe a little pitying. You try to ignore it.

"Right," you sniffle, sounding nasal. "I'll have a, um, basket of fries. And a Coke. What time is it, by the way?"

She checks her watch, wincing.

"Ten to nine. I'll get those fries for you. Do you want 'em with cheese? On the house."

"Oh. Y-yes, please. Thank you."

She takes your menu and disappears back to the kitchen. You stare at the empty seat across from you, quietly lamenting. You should've known better than to accept a date with Andy Beltran. You'd been so desperate though. Not for Andy—not in a million years—but for somebody to take your mind off the true object of your affections. Even for a night. You haven't been able to think about anybody else since the tenth grade. It's, in a word, pathetic.

Your Coke arrives first and you sip it absently, chewing on the straw. Around you, friend groups and couples alike chatter away, spending their Friday night properly. You've just wasted a whole night on a guy you hadn't even liked that much to begin with. And isn't that just like the universe, smushing your face into the dirt when you're already down.

A knock on the window startles you. Sweet brown eyes meet your own. Oh. Steve.

Wait.

Steve? Shit, fuck!

You scramble for a napkin to dab your extra tears. Steve stares at you for a moment, brows pinched. Then he marches away. That's fine by you—welcome, even. Especially right now, in the throes of your plane crash of a date.

"Y/N?"

…And he only walked away to come inside and speak to you face-to-face. Shit.

"S-Steve, um, hey. Hi. Uh, what are you doing here?"

You hurriedly wipe your nose. Steve's brows crinkle. You can't hide anything from him.

"Feels like I should be asking you the same thing."

"Here's your fries, hon," interrupts the waitress, setting down a plate of gooey cheese fries and a wad of napkins.

She glances in Steve's direction, brow crooked disapprovingly.

"Not polite to make a lady wait like that, y'know."

Steve's eyes widen. "What?"

You hope the booth splits open and swallows you. Somehow this is more mortifying than actually being stood up.

"No, it's not him," you say quickly. "He's a friend."

She looks at you, then at Steve.

"A friend, huh?"

You sink into the vinyl. Steve takes a careful step forward, eyeing the waitress like she might whack him upside the head with her notepad.

"Well. Let me know if you need anything else," she finally says, and walks away.

Steve takes the empty seat across from you.

"Hey," he greets gently, more tender than you deserve.

You give a watery smile.

"Hi, Steve."

"You look really pretty."

Pins in your heart. Steve sounds so genuine you almost want to cry. He's looking at you like you're the only one in the diner.

"Thanks," you say softly.

"D'you have a date?"

"Well, not anymore," you scoff.

"What? Who in their right mind would ever stand you up?"

"Andy Beltran," you mumble.

Steve won't ever make fun of you. He's better than that, has good friends to keep him and his hair in check. Still, you don't want to see the pity written across his face as you admit that you can't even get Andy Beltran, who's a solid seven on the sleaze scale, to go out with you.

"Beltran?" Steve's nose crinkles. "A box of cereal would make a better date."

"Yeah, well, at this rate, I think a box of cereal is my only option."

You take a fry, the grease and salt welcomed by your growling stomach. Steve pushes a lock of hair back. He's handsome, the glow of the OPEN sign outside dancing across the contours of his face. You bite your fry and ache.

"You deserve way better," he says earnestly, baby browns boring into you.

"Thanks, Steve."

"I mean it," he insists. "You do. You're, like, the coolest person I know."

"Cooler than Robin? Better watch yourself."

"I can keep a secret if you can," he winks.

You push the fries closer to him, gesturing. Steve takes a fry, then frowns.

"Are you hungry?"

"Well, the fries—"

"No, let me buy you a meal. We don't have to stay here either. I'll get you anything you want."

He doesn't mean it how it sounds. Steve's not promising you the world. But it sure feels like it.

"You really don't have to—"

"Y/N," he chides. "C'mon. Let me. You deserve a good night. You got all dressed up and everything."

Steve gestures to his own attire.

"I don't exactly measure up here, but you should at least get a good BLT out of me."

"Okay," you agree, cheeks suddenly warm. "Thanks."

Steve beams and flags down the waitress. You order first. Steve asks for a slice of Oreo cheesecake. At his beckoning, you order a strawberry slice.

"It'll be out shortly," the waitress says, smiling at you.

Steve picks up another fry as she goes, shaking his head.

"All these years we've been friends and you still refuse to acknowledge chocolate superiority," he sighs.

"Strawberry wins every time. Plus, it's a pretty color."

Steve throws a hand up.

"Where did I go wrong?"

You giggle. "Guess you shouldn't have become friends with me then.”

"Nah," he says. "Best decision I ever made."

You don't know what to say to that, so you pop a fry into your mouth and ignore Steve's eyes on you.

"What're you doing out this late anyway?" you ask.

"Robin was out today so Keith had me lock up. I was gonna order to-go here, since it's close. Didn't know you had a date tonight."

It's not an accusation. Steve's stating a fact. You didn't tell him. Which is weird, because you tell Steve everything. Except if you'd told Steve you had plans with Andy, he would've told you to cancel because Andy's a jerk. And you would've done it because Steve's right.

And then you'd be home right now, wishing you had a place to put all your love.

"I, um, didn't think it was worth mentioning," you eventually say. "Not like I'm winning any prizes with Andy Beltran."

"Do you like him or something?"

"God, no," you say before you can think about it.

Now Steve is really puzzled. You and your big mouth.

"So why did you go out with him?"

"I…" you trail off. "I don't know."

You don't have a better answer than that. You wish you could be honest with Steve. He's never less than kind when you tell him anything.

But that's exactly what you're afraid of. You can't bear the thought of vomiting your feelings for Steve, all for him to be kind about them.

"Well," Steve says. "You could've called me, y'know. To pick you up. I would've taken you home."

"It's late. I didn't wanna be a bother."

"You're never a bother, Y/N,” he says. “Never, never, never.”

You smile and hide half of your face.

“You’re a good friend, Steve.”

“Best friend?”

You laugh.

“Yes, of course. There’s no competition.”

Steve beams at you, pink-cheeked, like you’ve just awarded him the highest honor there is.

The waitress arrives with your food. You dig into your BLT, Steve his reuben. He takes a big bite and smears Russian dressing on his nose. You giggle behind your sandwich.

“Hmm?” he asks, cheeks full like a chipmunks.

That only makes you laugh harder and you take a napkin from the dispenser. You gesture for him to lean forward and wipe his nose. He scrunches his nose.

“You’d think the Harrington boy would know how to eat properly,” he says when he swallows. “Especially in such lovely company.”

You roll your eyes but your neck burns with nerves.

“Not lovely enough, apparently. Couldn’t even pull Andy Beltran.”

Steve’s brows furrow as he picks up his Coke.

“What’re you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in Hawkins.”

“Steve.”

“What?”

“Don’t lie to me, that’s what.”

“I’m not!”

“I’ve seen those girls who flirt with you,” you say. “I know a lie when I hear one.”

“I’m not lying!” he insists. “You’re beautiful, Y/N, I swear on the kids. It’s a fact. I’d much rather look at you than any of those girls.”

The lump in your throat grows.

“Even so,” you say, quieter than before. “It’s not enough.”

You drag a fry through your puddle of ketchup and avoid Steve’s eyes.

“Not enough?”

“Well, yeah.” You scoff. “I mean, look. I wasn’t enough for Andy. I’m not enough for anybody.”

Not enough for you.

“Y/N,” Steve says, gentle and kind and you know that he’s trying to make you feel better, which only makes it worse. “You can’t really believe that.”

“I can barely score a date, Steve.” You laugh but it hurts. “I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not enough.”

You stare at your sandwich because you can feel the tears rushing in. And it’s so silly to cry over tonight. You don’t even like Andy. Most of you is relieved he didn’t show. But it just solidified what you know to be true: you’re not meant for this. And if you can’t even hold Andy’s attention, getting somebody you truly love is impossible.

“Y/N, you’re more than enough. You’re–you’re, God, you’re absolutely incredible. Out of this world! Not just for some guy but for anybody. Friends, family, dream job, whatever. You can do it all.”

You shake your head, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“I’m not,” you rasp. “Oh, Steve, I’m plain. Nobody likes plain girls. I’m leftovers.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“But it’s true!” you cry.

Thank God there’s hardly anybody in the diner. The waitress is nowhere to be found. You draw your arms around yourself and cry into your plate.

Your booth dips. Steve gently coaxes you further into the seat. Then he wraps an arm around your back and one over your arms. He pulls your head into his shoulder.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes. “You’re not leftovers or plain or anything like that. You’re dynamite.”

You sniffle and shake your head.

“No—”

“Yes,” Steve interrupts. “Yes, you are. I’d never lie to you, honey. You’re the most amazing person I know.”

You fist his shirt. Steve’s neck is warm and soft. His hair tickles your ear.

“I’m no good.”

“You are,” he says. “You’re so good. You’re perfect. Anybody’d be lucky to have you.”

“Not you.”

It’s a tiny confession, one that can’t even begin to encompass your unfathomable love for Steve. But you might as well have announced your crush on cable TV.

Steve freezes.

“Me?” he whispers.

You squirm. You need to run, but there’s nowhere to go.

“Never mind.” You try to pull away. “Forget it.”

“No, wait, hey. Y/N, honey, hold on.”

You cover your face. Stupid, you’re so stupid.

“Y/N, please. Please look at me?”

Steve manages to wrangle your hands away. You look at him, tear-streaked and mortified. Steve makes a soft noise and carefully brushes your tears.

“Oh, oh. No, don’t cry,” he pleads. “Please don’t cry. I don’t ever want to make you cry.”

“I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry, Steve, I don’t—”

“Y/N, hey. It’s alright, it–it’s more than alright, really…”

“Don’t do that,” you hiss.

Steve’s eyes are wide.

“Do what?”

“Don’t be all kind and understanding. I know you spare lots of feelings, Steve. Don’t spare mine.”

His hands go to the sides of your face. You sit and brace yourself.

It’s okay, isn’t it? Steve will forgive you for loving him.

“I’m sorry,” you say again.

“Please stop apologizing.”

You shake your head.

“I can’t do anything more,” you whisper. “All I can do is apologize for how I feel, Steve.”

He traces the apple of your cheek with a knuckle, lips parted. He looks at you through his lashes and shakes his head.

“Never,” he says. “Never apologize for that.”

And he kisses you. He kisses you and it doesn’t taste like forgiveness at all.

Your glossed lips stick to Steve’s. He puts a hand on your spine like you’re not close enough and butterflies flit in your belly. You loop your arms around his neck.

You fit. How you thought any different, you don’t know.

Steve is warm and everywhere and you can smell his lemony shampoo and taste your vanilla lip gloss on his lips. He pulls back and holds your chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

“This is the best failed date ever,” you blurt.

Steve laughs, eyes dark and sweet. You want to kiss him again and again.

“Three years,” you say before you can convince yourself not to. “I’ve loved you for three years.”

Steve is stunned. You shift. Have you botched this good thing before you’ve begun? Have you–

He holds your face again like he can’t help himself.

“Four,” he says, because of course he has to have been in love with you longer than you have him.

You lean back in for another kiss.

“Worth the wait.”

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psychesalcove · 2 months

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For the 100 event could I request Leo with the prompt: ֶָ֢”I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because i know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up” :D

✧.* leo valdez x fem reader

my posts are completely race and body type friendly (unless stated in title) so no descriptive words here of someone's skin tone or body shape!! feel free to interact:)

part of psyches, 'in memory of those who chose the sea' event

-> want to participate in the event?

an: thanks for requesting my love!! i love this prompt with leo so so much oh my gods. i also made this a fem reader, so i hope none of you mind. love ya 🩷🫶🏻

you stood infront of the mirror on the wall as you double checked your makeup and hair. leo and you are heading out soon to meet the rest of the seven for dinner at some college restaurant–bar that percy recommended.

well, you would be on your way, if leo wasn't still in the bathroom.

you brushes a light finger over your cheek to level out your blush more before yelling out to leo. 'leo baby! we need to leave soon if we wanna meet them in the parking lot,"

all you got in response: muffleed sound of shuffling and something falling off of the counter in the bathroom. and, leo yelping. you rolled your eyes affectionately at him, pulling out your phone from your purse to quickly text the group chat that you'll be a couple minutes late.

after you made sure the text went though, you walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. knowing leo was always okay with you coming in, you opened the door and was met with quite the sight.

skincare products were all over the counter; along with hair gels, brushes, and even some makeup. you opened your mouth and blinked at the sight. leo grinned sheepishly at you. 'hi amor. i promise that i'll clean up the mess,' he said, eyes flickering over to the counter.

'hon, what are you doing?' you laughed, stepping more into the room. your eyes drifted over to leos hair; which was covered in hair gel. 'leo!' you gasped. 'love, what were you trying to do?' you laughed again, taking account of the amount of gel in his curls.

'amor,' he wined. 'stop making fun of me,' he turned on the sink and cupped his hands to collect water in them.

'i'm not making fun of you, love. just wanna know what you're doing,' you giggled, watching him as he dumped water onto his brown curls and started working the water though the hair. 'so, what are you doing?' you repeated.

'baby, i've been trying to get ready for like an hour n' half because i know you're going to look so good and i need to try and match up,' he explained focus still on working the water through his hair.

your heart midly felt like exploding from the confession. 'hon, you realize that i think you're the most handsome person i've ever seen, why would i need you to match up with me?' you asked as you moved to assist leo with his hair.

leo whined again. 'amor, i love you, but please,' he said, leaning into your touch. 'both of us know you're the more attractive out of us,'

'leo, do you not realize how many girls stare at you in public on a daily basis?' you asked, finally getting the rest of the gel out of his hair.

he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. 'nah, they're all looking at you amor,' he said, waving his hand in dismissal to your statement. you shook your head at leo not believing you, knowing every word you said was true; girls were all over him.

you kissed his cheek. 'we'll talk when we get home, we're gonna be late to dinner' you said as you grabbed a towel from a shelve and starting drying his hair in quick motions. once you were done, you kissed his lips with a quick peck before walking out.

you grabbed your purse as leo got the car keys, both of you making your way to the door. 'leo don't forget your flannel, you're gonna get cold if you don't bring it; like last time,' you scolded.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 5 months

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04/30/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Samba Schutte; Kay Buchanan; Rachel House; OurFlagMeansDaddy; Ruibo Qian; LubeAsACrew; New SOFMD Event Calendar; MerMay Prompts; Watch Party Reminders; Schadenfreude; Trends; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Rhys Darby ==

Tonight Rhys dropped a new Cryptid Factor video on Tiktok! If you have access to Tiktok, please head over there and give it some love! If you don't have access to Tiktok, the video is available down below.

Source: The Cryptid Factor Tiktok

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba was out here today sending us some BTS but also this adorable picture with Con's water bottle.

The lovely @soapbubbles511 was kind enough to bring over the BTS that Samba posted on instagram. Tumblr only lets me post one video at a time so I'm linking to their tumblr! Check it out below!

Sources: Samba Schutte's Instagram

== Kay Buchanan ==

Kay was kind enough to bless us with MULTIPLE BTS posts today! The first was a video of an attempt by Con to use his horsey leg.

Then she was kind enough to show us some more leather work she did, including the holder for Ed's alcohol in the Gravy Basket. "Before and after breakdown 🏴‍☠️ #ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath"

Source: Kay Buchanan's Instagram

= Rachel House =

Our Mary Reed, Rachel House featured The Moon Is Upside Down on her IG which she starred in, and shouted out to another talented director - Loren Taylor! If you're in AoNZ check out 'The Moon Is Upside Down' in cinemas starting May 2nd!

Source: Rachel House's Instagram

== Our Flag Means Daddy ==

You have probably seen Chaos Dad donning one of these jackets before, gifted by the lovely group @/ourflagmeansdaddy on instagram and various other platforms. They've done it again for our Pirate Queen! Check our their linktr.ee.

= Ruibo Qian =

Source: Ruibo Qian's Instagram

= Astroglide =

The #OurFlagMeansDaddy crew also gifted our awesome crewmate from Astroglide a jacket!

== New SOFMD Crew Event Calendar ==

Remember to take a load off tomorrow lovelies! It's a vacation day!

== Watch Party Reminders ==

= Palm Royale =

Palm Royale WP May 2 via @LCWebsXOXO with the lovely @/dominicburgess approx. 4pm EDT/9pm BST/1pm PST!

= Wrecked Season 1 =

Another week of Wrecked Season 1 is on the docket! Don't have access? Reach out to me on @gentlebeardsbarngrill on tumblr, or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

Days: Apr 29 - May 3

Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30 pm ET / 11:30 pm BST

== MerMay Reminder ==

Reminder all -- there's multiple MerMay Prompts going around! Feel free to dive into any prompts that tickle your fins!

= @bizarrelittlemew =

@bizarrelittlemew was kind enough to provide us with some MerMay Bingo! Head on over to her blog post below for more info!

= @saveofmdcrewmates =

The Save OFMD Crew has daily prompts for MerMay!

Visit any of their socials for more details!

== Fan Spotlight ==

Yet another English Seaman tonight-- Iain Morris! by @melvisik! And look at that, he worked on WWDITS!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== OFMD Colouring Pages ==

Thank you @patchworkpiratebear for yet another fun colouring page! Mmmm, 40 orange glaze!

== Schadenfreude / Articles ==

Thanks to @/Seven_Sugars on twitter for sharing the article and providing commentary on the latest WBD Stock drop from today. Article here

== Trends ==

The latest trend pic I could find of #SaveOFMD was by our friend @fightingsaravo on twitter. Thanks so much for capturing it hon.

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. Hope your Taika Tuesday turned out well. It certainly was an eventful day. Seeing SaveOFMD trending again really made me smile. It's so nice to see so many folks feeling the hype again. I'm running on fumes at the moment so I'll leave you with some love notes/affirmations from others today-- I hope you have a wonderful night and a great hump-day tomorrow! Merry May!

Img Src: @thelatestkate's Tumblr

Img Src: @/carolinemiddelsdorf's Instagram

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is laughter! Cause we can always use a good laugh from these two!

Taika gif courtesy of our darling Al, @agaywithcoffee!

Rhys gif courtesy of our fantastical Tina, @funforahermit!

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teecupangel · 10 months

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i know you have so much on your plate rn but i can't stop thinking about Ezio-era Baker!Desmond and the shenanigan layers of ✨intrigue✨ going on with Ezio and Leo thinking he’s Giovani's bastard, and Maria inviting him to the villa on a whim ’cause she thinks her kids (and Leo) like the pastries, and Desmond misinterpreting absolutely everything because that boy is a Wreck™

what comes of it, tho?? is Desmond trying to alter history more than just pre-inventing exotic baked goods? is he already having to dodge assassins around Italy while trying to protect the Auditore family, getting on Giovani's radar and spooking him ’cause he can't figure out what branch he's from? or is Desmond holed up in his bakery trying very hard NOT to change anything ’cause hey he’d already saved the world he’d like to not fuck things up bad enough to have to do it again?

does Giovani catch a glimpse of him at some point (either just in the bakery or while Desmond’s out being assassin-y), and instead of thinking he looks like himself or Ezio (since this would be before Ezio gets the scar), thinks he looks eerily like the statue of Altaïr? as another layer of shenanigan, he could come to Leonardo with the idea of time travel but thinks that Desmond is from the PAST rather than the FUTURE, and Leo spends the whole convo trying not to blurt that he thinks/knows Desmond is GIOVANI'S kid

just. the confusion of this au speaks to me, since it’s ALMOST crack-y but also these fools are canonically FOOLS, and i love the way you blend angst with shenanigans. im also shippy at heart, so would love to see your take on that in this au if you have the time 👀

(thank you for reading, i hope you're doing well! 🧡)

As long as you guys are find that your asks are getting answered a month later, I’m alright with adding more to my plate XD (just to be clear, this is a first-in-first-out basis for both asks and replies/reblogs and I’m only about to clear Oct 13 XD)

The original Desmond becomes a baker in Renaissance Italy and gets mistaken as Giovanni’s illegitimate child idea for those curious.

In this one, Desmond only went as far as stop the Auditores from being arrested by dropping key documents showing Uberto’s treachery to the Medici. He stayed as far away as he could from the Auditores and only dropped off the evidence in Lorenzo’s bedside table one day, slipping into the darkness. Anyone who saw him actually thought he was a monk since he was wearing a monk’s attire (which he burned afterwards). This does lead to Giovanni and the thieves guild looking for him after since he hasn’t done any other Assassin related stuff and was simply living his life as a baker, they’re hitting a dead end. Desmond doesn’t plan to do anything else since he believes that the Auditores would be able to handle it from here and he’s betting on Giovanni finally starting Ezio’s training after learning that the Templars are after his family.

Giovanni’s first glimpse of him is when he checked the bakery from afar since his family seemed to like it so much. He just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t post any danger to his family and maybe even talk to La Volpe into adding it to the thieves’ patrol route just so they would have eyes on the bakery at all time. It’s gotten so popular that the Medici are even thinking of ordering from them so Giovanni figured he should do reconnaissance before it got to that point. When he saw Desmond, he doesn’t see the similarities between them, he saw Desmond looking a lot like the statue of Altaïr and he freaks out. Because, unlike Ezio or Leonardo, he does have an inkling of how powerful Those Who Come Before were. He has seen the Shroud and he has heard the tales of how Altaïr had mastered one of their weapons. And… if the Shroud could heal all and any injuries then… In this case, Giovanni doesn’t think Desmond is a time traveler, he thinks Desmond is Altaïr himself who has gained immortality thanks to the ‘powers’ of Those Who Come Before.

Thank you! I honestly like writing these ideas where it’s crack but not crack enough that it’s a bit confusing XD

#desmond bakes #giovanni has a mental breakdown #leonardo still thinks desmond is giovanni’s love child #la volpe is just waiting for giovanni’s instructions #assassin's creed #desmond miles #giovanni auditore #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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zushikiss · 2 years

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Happy birthday, dearest.

summary ; it's your birthday! and your boyfriend shows his efforts for you so much.

warnings ; fluff, scara and reader lives beside each other, use of the petnames love [ scara ] , hon [ xiao ]

pairings ; scaramouche, xiao, diluc x gn!reader

notes ; it's my birthday today so i thought this would be fitting to post !

─ SCARAMOUCHE

you're on your phone simply trying to pass time as you await for the time to finally hit the 12 am mark, it's a few minutes before your birthday and you simply haven't felt the need to sleep yet so you don't but when the clock finally strucks 12 am, signifying the start of the next day you hear small footsteps on your balcony.

you take your eyes off of your device as a familliar silhouette emerges from the darkness of your balcony, it's your boyfriend!

"Happy birthday, love."

he hands you a small gift, the wrapping paper in your favorite color along with a ribbon in his, you smile as he lays down on the bed beside you, pressing a kiss to your temples as you tore the gift open.

the gift is a picture frame, the frame itself decorated with your favorite flowers but made in clay, an envelope also falls, it was tucked behind the frame, however the thing that brings tears in your eyes is the photo itself.

it's a picture of 13 yr old you and scara during valentines, his friends and yours pushed the both of you to the marriage booth, leading you and scara to be "married" that day.

though the both of you were denying the fact that you both had very obvious crushes on each other, you still obliged by the rules of the class president, which was all "married" pairs had to stay by each other's side for the day, the both of you even went on a sweet and awkward date in your small school cafeteria.

it was a picture of you two sitting on one of the lunch tables, the table filled with snacks the both of you enjoyed, you were smiling in the photo, feeding scara fries while he slowly accepted it, with a blush on his face and while averting his eyes.

"I hope you like it, it was really hard to sculpt those flowers."

"Of course! Thank you scara, i love it.."

you hug him tightly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, you put the frame on your bedside table, as you lay back in bed to cuddle your ever so sweet boyfriend, little did you know the mess that was scattered on your boyfriend's desk, multi colored clay littering the desktop, different tools all semi organized in a cup he had solely for the purpose of holding his cute bright pink sculpting tools.

─ XIAO

when you awoke from your deep sleep, the smell of your favorite food quickly made its way to your room, and before you could even check the time on your phone your boyfriend slowly enters the room, carefully holding a tray with water, your favorite drink, your favorite snacks and as well as your favorite breakfast food.

"I'm not the best at cooking but i really wanted to show you that i tried, but pleaae don't expect a lot.. you know cooking isn't my forte."

the entire day xiao tended to your every need, even surprising you with a bouquet and a plushy you've really wanted, he couldn't help but also purchase a few in game things for you, knowing how much you love the game.

he tried playing for you, even going as far as making an account but video games wasn't really something he enjoyed, however you knew how much effort he put in so you appreciated it either way.

now with your favorite plushy in one arm and your loving boyfriend in the other, you were ready to fall asleep seeing as the day ended, but you could feel a pair of lips on your collarbone as you hear a soft "happy birthday, hon." you couldn't help but smile as he rests his head in the crook of your neck once again.

─ DILUC

as if being droven around all day, going on one too many dates for one day, and receiving plenty hugs and kisses behind closed doors wasn't the best gift then you could say it was this.

you were sitting on the couch, braiding your boyfriend's hair as you tell him a story about your workplace, he hums softly as he asks question, though his eyes were glued to the television, you knew that his attention was all on you.

as you finished braiding his hair you excitedly handed him a mirror as you whispered a quick all done, from the mirror's reflection you could see a small smile forming on his face before he stands up to plant a kiss on the bridge of your nose.

"thank you, name. i think it looks pretty."

"not just your hair, luc. you too, you're very pretty as is!"

"mhm, not prettier than you though."

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doe-eyed-fool · 1 month

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Prey | Chapter Thirteen

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Harassment, Murder, Death, Gore, Blood

You didn't know how long you were staring into your vanity mirror for. Checking your face, your hair, making sure there was nothing out of place. But after a moment, you just...stared "Mimzy? You ever hear things that aren't really there?"

The shorter woman gave you a look after hearing that question. "Honey. That's something people say before they're sent to the nut house, you know?" She laughs weakly.

You sigh before finally looking away from the mirror. "Feels like I should be in there after what I heard earlier. Or thought I heard?"

Mimzy only shakes her head. "Y/n, hon. Alastor's ol place can be a little creepy at night, but you're safe there. Nothing's gonna happen to you. Alastor will make sure of that."

"But Alastor wasn't there. What if something did happen?" You ask. "I know he would have kept me safe if he were there. But it was just me. And that darn driver of yours was taking forever to actually get there, so that didn't help."

"Yeah, sorry about him. He's not too bright, that one. I promise I'll get a more capable guy to come get you next time." Mimzy walks over to you. "Now pretty lady, it's time to dazzle the crowd once again!"

Your nerves had been eating at you since you left Alastor's home, a part of you wanted to cancel on tonight. But, you were already here. And there was a full house just waiting to see you perform. You inhaled deeply, and put on a false smile before rising from your vanity.

"Let's knock 'em dead!"

And knock them dead you did. Another amazing performance, another rousing round of applause from the audience. As you were backstage, removing the makeup and getting changed back into your more casual dress, there was a knock at the door.

You assumed it was Mimzy at first, but Mimzy almost never knocks before coming into your dressing room. You quickly smooth out your dress before approaching the door. You then thought it was Alastor, though, he'd still be working about this time.

You opened the door and was met with Joe, smiling with a small bouquet of flowers. "J-Joe?" Your force your shock aside with a more cheery tone. "What brings you by?"

"Well, how could I not come and see one of my favorite show girls? You sing so sweetly, and boy do you look ever so dazzling up on that stage." Joe says before handing you the bouquet. "For for, darlin'."

You take them and give him a small smile. "Thank you, Joe. But I have to ask, how did you get back here? No one's allowed backstage unless you preform or-"

"Pay to see you?" Joe smirks.

"I-I was going to say or work here. But yes, I suppose that too." You chuckle weakly before clearing your throat. "But uh, you know, you didn't have to do that. I do visit Alastor sometimes at work, you could see me then."

"Yes, I know. But you spend most of your time with him when you're there. I'd like to have a conversation with you every now then." Joe winks. "But I guess who could blame you? He's your sweetheart after all." He mutters.

"We're engaged." You say a bit firmly. Everyone knew it. But it seems Joe needed it drilled into his thick skull.

"Mhm." Joe hums. "But not married. Not yet anyhow." He leans in a little closer to you as he speaks. "I say you're still a free woman. Why not take advantage of that while you still have it?"

You take a step back. "Joe. I am taken, married or not. Alastor is my-"

Your words were cut short by Joe's heavy sigh. "You're wasting yourself on that man. He couldn't give you what you really wanted. But I..." Joe stepped further into the room. "I could give you everything you wanted, and then some." His eyes look you up in down, sending a chill down your spine.

"I bet he hasn't even properly bed you."

"Joe, that's enough." You tell him. "I think it's time you leave."

"Y/n, don't be like that." Joe took another step towards you. Your blower back hit the edge of the vanity. "I mean it. Get out!" You rather loudly, hoping someone near by would here.

"Y/n-"

"Is there a problem here?"

You and Joe both look to the room's entrance, in the doorway stood Mimzy. And behind her were two tall and bulky men, both glaring Joe down. Mimzy, also glaring at Joe, crossed her arms. "Well?" She asks sharply.

Joe rolled his eyes and walked away from you. "Not at all ma'am." He stepped aside the two men. "Have a good night." He said before finally leaving.

Mimzy take her eyes off him until he was out of sight, she then looked up at the two men. "Make sure he actually leaves the building. And do not let him back in here." The two men nods wordlessly before leaving you both.

Mimzy walked inside the dressing room and shut the door behind her. "Y/n. Are you alright?" She asks gently. "Who was that guy?" You sighed heavily. "Joey Martins. He works in the same building as Alastor. And as you can tell, he has taken a liking to me."

"A liking is putting it lightly. He's got the hots for you." Mimzy says with a frown. "If you want, I'll make sure that creep doesn't step foot in this lounge ever again." You nod your head. "I feel like that would be best. If Alastor catches wind of this, who knows what he might do."

"Oh I have an idea." Mimzy chuckles. "I would talk to him about this, but, I won't say anything if you don't want me to."

"Y-Yes, I think I should be the one who lets him know. I might be able to talk him down from whatever he might try and do. Lord knows, Alastor can't risk loosing his job over beating the living daylights out of some fool, who's not even worth the effort."

"Is Al gonna take you home?" Asked Mimzy. You shook your head. "Says he'll be working late again."

"Then I'll have one of my guys drive you home. One with some sense, I promise." She playfully bumps your arm.

You smile lightly. "Thank you, Mimzy."

Once you got home, you made sure to keep your eyes strictly ahead of you, ignoring the sight of the cellar before rushing inside the house. You sighed and shook your head. "I'm working myself up over nothing. Absolutely nothing." You inhaled and exhaled before heading upstairs to get ready for bed.

You took a shower, and slipped into your nightgown before walking to yours and Alastor's shared bed. You sat down and took a book from the nightstand, opening to the page where you last left off. After about twenty of minutes of reading, you started to feel a chill at your arms. You shivered before pulling the covers up over your legs, and continued reading.

You brought the cover up your body further, the colder the room became. At one point, you suspect the heater might be broken. You set the book aside and stand from the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm.

The light from the moon peaking from the drawn window curtains caught your eye, you turn your head towards it before walking over. You move the curtains aside, and down below, you could get a clear view of the shed Alastor used for hunting.

It shouldn't have bothered you in the slightest. Even though you hated that he used that shed to aid in hunting woodland creatures, he always made sure you never saw it happen or knew about just what he hunted. But from the amount of antlers he had mounted on the walls of his home, you knew deer were his favorite.

Yes, Alastor always made sure you never knew what went down in that shed, and in some way, it worked. You didn't pay much attention to it all. The shed itself did not bother you.

What did bother you, was that the door was open, and a moving shadow from within the light the shed gave off.

'Alastor's home.' Was the first thing you would have thought. But you knew better. His car was not parked outside, he was not home. So, who was inside of that shed? You quietly backed away from the window, heart beginning to pick up in your chest.

Nothing looked missing when you first walked inside. If it were a robber, they might have snuck in while you were in the shower. The nearest phone was downstairs in the living room. But going down there meant risking getting caught, and god forbid there were more than one waiting.

But if they made there way upstairs, and found you, you'd be caught anyway. So. It was either wait for death or go chase after it. If there was even the slightest of chances you could make it downstairs without getting caught, and notifying the authorities, you would take it.

You walked to the bedroom door, and slowly opened the door to keep it from creaking, before tip-toeing down the hall and to the top of the stairs. You pause for a moment, listening for any voices or footsteps. When silence was all that lingered, you continued making your way down as carefully and as quietly as possible.

Once you reached the bottom, you paused again. And again, it was quiet. You move to walk again, and that's when you heard it.

'Y/n...'

Your hand shot to your mouth to keep the gasp from escaping.

'Y/n...Y/n...'

Was...Was that...

'Y/n!'

"Alastor?" You whisper. Another chill brushed against your skin, it's intensity turning into a light breeze. You look up and finally notice that the front door, was cracked opened. And just at the foot of the door, was a trail of blood, leading outside.

Immediately assuming the worst, you rushed outside and looked from right to left, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alastor somewhere. Your eyes fell back to the blood, you followed it down the stairs and until it wrapped around to the side of the house, leading right towards the cellar.

It's doors were wide open.

You stopped, and stared at that cellar for a moment. Then you heard it again, louder this time.

'Y/n!'

Every step towards that cellar made your heart sink lower and lower into the pit of your gut, a new wave a dread washing over you with ever inch you grew closer. Then you finally reached the entrance of that damn cellar, it's darkness, the eerie silence that came with it, the blood that lead further down...

It made you want to wretch.

"A-Alastor..." You said, barely above a whisper. 'Please hear me...' You thought as tears fell from your eyes. 'If you're down there...please, please answer me.'

"Alastor?" This time a bit louder, but not much. If that was Alastor's blood, if he was hurt...dying even...

What you be able to do? You acted without even thinking, assuming that it was indeed Alastor's blood, that it was indeed him calling your name. What would you do? You knew you should have stayed inside, you should have just called the cops, you shouldn't have come out here knowing there might be someone out here. The very same someone, who could have hurt Alastor. The very same someone, who could hurt you too.

Why did you do this?

You began to descend the stairs of the cellar.

Why are you doing this?

You move your trembling hands out in front of you, acting as your eyes in the dark. Eventually they brushed up against something solid. It felt wooden. Your hand moved around until it reached a knob. You grasp it and turn it, stepping back as the door opened.

"Alastor?" You tried again. "Al-"

Your words cut short, as a wave of putrid odor filled your nostrils, causing them to burn, and a gagging sensation form in the back of your throat. There was no mistaking that kind of smell, that stench.

It was the scent of death.

"A-Alastor..." Your voice trembled. Had your fears been true? Did something happen to Alastor? You took a step forward, hands still outstretched.

Did whoever was out there, had they...killed your beloved fiancé? Was what you heard his dying calls of your name?

The stench grew stronger the further you walked in. Suddenly your hand brushed up against a string hanging from above. Your finger and thumb caught it, but you did not pull down. You did not want to see what you feared you might.

You stood there in the darkness, the smell of rot and decay lingering in your nose, stinging at your throat. You shut your eyes tightly and pulled down at the string, a clicking sound followed after.

You move your hand away. And for a moment, you truly believed you were alone in whatever room you stumbled across. But the smell was quick to prove you wrong. You slowly open your eyes again, fully expecting to see the corpse of Alastor at your feet.

However, what you saw, made your mind scream and your heart stop all the same.

It was something right out of a horror story. Hooks and chains hung from the walls and the ceiling. Blood covered the walls, giving it a brown and black stain, though some was fresh. There were a few tables littered with a variety of knives. And worst of all...

The corpse of a man, his front cut open from sternum to pelvis, displayed just feet from you.

A nightmare. This had to be a nightmare. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. How could something so horrible, so disgusting, so grotesque, be happening right in front of you. It couldn't be.

But it was.

"Y/n."

You turn your head, wide eyes met the one person you'd hope to not see. Who you'd hope was not responsible for...this. Who you'd hope was not so cruel and wicked enough to do something so inhumane.

Because he was not the type of person who would do this. You knew him, you knew him your entire life. He would not do this.

Alastor would not do something like this...

"You weren't suppose to ever see this, dear."

And yet, he did.

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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hi i hope you dont mind but if you're not that busy is it okay if you write this? huhu thank you!

reader telling jjk men (geto, gojo, nanami, toji, choso) that they are preggo and they've been trying for a few years already and are already thinking of surrogacy. please please please this can be months after they have a miscarriage too!

a rainbow baby! 😭

Hi hon!!! Sorry this came so late I got a bit caught up with school than my mom and aunts wanted to have dinner so that’s what I did today! Tysm for the request! I try to remain as respectful as possible when I write requests like this or about sensitive topics so pls tell me if I misphrase or say anything poorly so I can correct it!!

Ps. I didn’t do choso because idk his personality well and I don’t know if I’m confident in writing him😭

Tw- mentions of past miscarriages, rainbow baby, infertility, surrogacy, anything mentioned in the request, grief, (in Geto’s people besides parents try and explain death and miscarriage to the twins so reader gets upset)in gojos the pregnancy is both unplanned and not known about, birth, pregnant reader if your uncomfortable with anything relating to loosing a child/pregnancy I advise that you do not read this one! Pls let me know if I missed anything!!

Geto

He took it hard, he loved the twins with his whole heart he truly did but he missed having babies to look after, maybe it was just baby fever but he felt like your little family wasn’t quite complete.

Unfortunately when you’d found the missing piece, it didn’t work out, unfortunately in your second trimester you had miscarried. You and Geto were both devastated, and everyone for a while everyone treated the two of you as ticking time bombs ready to explode at any moment.

The girls didn’t quite understand, they knew that they were supposed to have a sibling soon and now they weren’t going to but that was it, they couldn’t comprehend it yet and the amount of times you both had to stop people from explaining it to them horrified you.

This time when you’d fallen pregnant, you decided that maybe you two should keep this one a bit secret just in case, so when you’d first told Geto it was in the safety of your bedroom you’d sat beside him your hands behind your back before quickly pulling out the test.

“Are you serious” his voice is a bit quiet as it crackles.

You were his only weak spot, of course besides his children…but of course he would never let you know that…not like it was obvious or anything. He practically sobs when you give him a little nod, he lets out the same quiet muffled sobbing noise when he sees his son for the first time laid on your chest.

Gojo

Honestly it hurt you a lot. His family was really into the idea of you carrying a biological heir, but sometimes it felt like you just weren’t capable of doing so. Honestly you’d started to even look into surrogacy because you couldn’t handle all the unfortunate things that continued to happen every time you would even talk about pregnancy.

When you’d been getting intense abdominal cramps you decided maybe you shouldn’t test it and checked yourself into the hospital, where you found out you were in labour, within the hour Gojo had arrived to see you sat up in the hospital bed with the cutest little baby girl laid on your chest. You smile dazedly as he stares down at the two of you in wonder.

“She’s real” he whispers as he touches the little fluffy whisper of hair she has. His fingers just barely graze her scalp and she scrunches and thats what triggers his tears.

Nanami

It was just bad news after bad news, it was beginning to feel like maybe you shouldn’t have a baby at all. Of course when Nanami had heard you mutter this one night after you’d talked about trying for a baby again, he smiled guiltily, “if this doesn’t work there’s surrogacy or even adoption” he knows that you don’t want either of those, you want what everyone else is able to have, he can hear the way you cry in the bathroom after another negative test about how unfair it is and how cruel the world can be.

But this time there’s no crying no shouts of how unfair it is, there’s silence and Nanami at first thinks you’ve fallen and hurt yourself but when he hears your squeal he knows that isn’t the case.

He pushes the door open softly to see you holding the test you smile up at him as you show him the two little pink lines, “it’s positive” you tell him and it takes a moment to register but when it does he’s got a wide smile as he bends down softly peppering kisses along your face.

Toji

He was rather reserved already but after you’d lost the baby, it became worse. Toji not only was reserved but he was reclusive, not eating dinner with you and Megumi not even greeting you anymore.

He’d come out at night and creep around the house to avoid seeing you two, he didn’t understand how to process the loss and had resorted to cutting off the world while he grieved.

One of these nights however he’s not quiet enough and you flicker on the lights, Toji is stood over the sink as he chugs down tap water.

“Toji” you call out, “Will you come to bed?” And when he lays down beside you it feels like heaven. He’s wrapped in your warm embraces as you whisper soft reassurances he doesn’t tell you that your comfort and soft touch made him cry long after you fell asleep.

Almost a year after that, you’d fallen pregnant, and Megumi was the one to help you tell him as he pranced around the house all day in a tee shirt that said big brother on it.

Honestly it was adorable and you loved seeing little Megumi be so happy when his dad furrowed his brows holding his boy up by the armpits to get a good look at what his shirt said glancing down to your belly than back to Megumi before his eyes meet yours.

“You’re serious?” He asks still holding up Megumi.

You give him a little nod paired with a nervous giggle and he sets Megumi down softly going over to hug you as Megumi continues to stomp around the kitchen.

If anyone wants to see anything else pls let me know!! Omg guys!!! Do you want to see reader and maybe like teen Megumi?(reader is with Toji, but maybe like reader being a mom figure to Megumi and while he’s got a fever he unintentionally calls her mama, which he hadn’t done since he was really young?? And Toji like hugging reader a bit when she cries because she misses him being a baby and being affectionate???? I’m gonna sob someone request it pls???)

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 year

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Replaced or not ?

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3 Part-4 Part-5 Part-6

For summary and details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey me Characters x reader

"Than you so much Lucien you don't know how much you're helping me right now"

"Well it's nothing you get a place I get to satisfy my curiosity about you and you know ...the offer was not a joke from my side it still stand" Lucien said smirking at you

"umm....you know I don't feel that towards you"

"hahaha I know hon I'm just kidding"

"uh okay" you said a bit uneasy.

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"hahahaa, oh my god I can't believe you fooled those lords" run hai spoke to me through phone

"I know right I wasn't that hard " I replied to her " But it was all because of you ..if you weren't there to alert me then and there I may would've been in the grasp of those demons"

"it's not a problem y/n if a human won't help you then who will" run hai spoke

[FLASHBACK]

"these are the two are the human exchange students" diavolo spoke as you and run hai stood there

There was 7 other demons standing in front of you both you . Run hai was there confused she's still taking time understanding what's happening here meanwhile you were standing there with a 'fuck it' expression.

The demon brothers were looking at you and only at you .

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"Did you saw that" run hai spoke after we settled in our separate room.

"Saw what?"

"The way they were looking at you!!"

"umm well I thought I was being dramatic but i guess not"

" look I've read too many books about how this end up"

"Mee too....wanna help me out?"

"How!?"

"well i just gotta move outta this house you know"

"How are exactly planning on that?"

" Well.....how much do You like them"

________________

[FLASHBACK END]

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"Well you wanted their attention and i didn't so it worked out in the end i guess" you said.

"Well yeah , i mean everything is just like you said , you're soo smart!!" Run hai spoke giggling throught the phone .

'Oh my god i could imagin her twirling her hair , stupid girl i just hope she don't open her mouth if the brothers became too obsessed with her' you thought as you rolled your eyes.

"Well yeah thanks for your help, i hang up now" you said not wanting to talk to her anymore.

"Aww thought we coulda talk more but anyways bieee ... Wait asmo what are you doing!"

[BEEP BEEP]

"Huh?? What was that should i call her again.......no nevermind" you said . You laid on your bed provided Lucien thinking about how your plans of getting away from them and moving out from the HOL all worked out in the end . 'Well i didn't do anything bad i just didn't wanted for them to get obsessed with me'. You thought as you closed your eyes

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[MEANWHILE IN HOL]

"You better explain this sweetie"

[A/N]: well sorry for the delay i was thinking about making run hai a good person but I can't since the real life one is actually a bitch😭 gomen gomen. And maybe I'll tell y'all her real name someday it's really similar to this once *wink wink*

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6okuto · 1 year

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hellooo nia ^^ congrats on 4k!!!!! big milestone fs fs :flushed:

could I rq a couple relationship hcs for Vere from Touchstarved with an easily flustered s/o who (haha) secretly enjoys it? orrr some jealousy hcs from the fluff alphabet with him 👉👈 whatever u wanna do if its one or both or none idk TwT

he's been wracking my damn brain the last couple weeks istg-- anyway I hope this isn't too much to ask or anything. thank you sm if you end up writing for this one, have a good dayy :]

gn!reader, suggestive | HELLAUURR!!! i did both. mwahahaha. & thank u very much i love any opportunity to see 420(0) so that was quite fun. i hope U have an awesome day/week ^_____^

i'd say don't let him figure this out but that's quite impossible. he's Going to pick up on how you lean into his touch and how you never have a serious tone when you tell him to stop and how your eyes always seem to flicker over expectantly, searching for his next move.

he's going to have a field day. like eventually. Eventually he calms down but for the first few days he won't stop seeing how much he can fluster you

will walk up from behind and wrap an arm around your waist, casually tapping his fingers against you.

gets sauce or something on his fingers and licks it off a little too languidly to be normal while catching your gaze. will do this if you get something on the corner of your mouth. obviously.

you're not looking at him while responding or explaining something and he gently tilts your chin up with his index finger and says something about the Importance of Eye contact. he rests his chin in his hand and watches you flounder for 3 seconds before continuing

vere lets his gaze linger as he looks your outfit up and down and when you're covering your face and telling him to stop looking at you like that he goes Like what?

would let his top slip off his shoulder as if it isn't already unbuttoned and smirk when you notice. he won't move to fix it either. obviously

someone tells him to chill out because you look like you're going to explode and he gives them and you a look / knowing smirk. "Stop? i think they're enjoying it though. Aren't you, hon?" he purrs. STOP!! GAH...

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

hahaha. i haven't played in a long time so my characterization is fuzzy. i'm teetering between vere not getting jealous easily because he knows you're together and he's incredibly confident the person you're talking to is nowhere near his level v. him being more on the possessive(?) side because you're one of the only people he's close to What is that person doing.

i'll land on that i don't think he gets incredibly jealous,,, at least not easily! he Is confident in himself and your relationship,, plus he can tell when 1) you're trying to rile him up 2) genuinely oblivious to whatever the person's trying to do or 3) uncomfortable with the situation

no matter what i can imagine him coming up to you and getting your attention again, maybe sparking an introduction while he doesn't drop eye contact with the person in front of you.

vere doesn't have to try hard to be very menacing, and he casually gets you away from the situation. the ease he has facing the person is telling enough that Yes you're in a relationship and Yes he Is better and more important than them and No he isn't afraid to start shit if they do so Back off

if you were just trying to be a Brat. well. you've got his attention and you'll face some consequences for sure!

in a more lighthearted situation where you realize ?! omg were u jealous. omggg.... he deflects and says of course not. he just thinks that person was annoying and you had better things to do. he Will swoosh his tail at your face if you bring them up again (he is pouting a little bit.)

serious situation he checks to make sure you're feeling fine and gets you Out of there! will say the day is free for both of you to do whatever you like, and he stays closer for the rest of your outing

@lost-lonnie @mitskiologist

#touchstarved game #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved vere #nia goes to school #i have so many vere asks imcrying im so sorry #throws vere content at all of u while sweating #nia + touchstarved

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 2 years

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Hey Hi!

I love your works. You're doing a great job. Please can I make a request? There is a relationship between Frank Castle and the reader. They have a complex but deep bond. They helped each other many times. They meet again after a long time. The reader is a Black Widow, but Frank is not fully aware of the situation. One day, the reader tells Frank about what really happened and what she went through. She talks about what was done to her and the subject of her sterilization... and Frank's attitude and reaction. (Think of it like the scene of Natasha and Bruce in the Age of Ultron.)

I hope you can... Thanks in advance.<3<3

Hey Hon, thanks for the kind words! And congrats on being my first official request it means a lot to me. I hope i did your vision justice. Enjoy! <3

Frank Castle X Reader: The secrets we keep

Warning: Mention of torture (no graphic descriptions), being captive, blood, killing, wounds, being stitched up, angst, fluff, frank being a cutie.

Word count: 4K

Life is complicated for everyone but Frank's complications were far from the ordinary. Regular citizens didn’t have to deal with people wanting them dead on a daily basis and they certainly didn’t find themselves strapped to chairs in dingy basements as often as Frank did. Yet here he was. Third time this month he’d found himself in this situation. He was starting to think someone was playing some sick joke on him. The thing that was different this time was that he wasn’t alone. In the far corner of the room was another chair and to it was strapped someone else. Someone he’d never seen before.

That someone was you.

He didn’t know it at the time but a couple feet from him was a highly dangerous killer, much like himself. He’d find that out soon enough. Maybe he’d been too distracted by your looks to put the pieces together or maybe the way you acted was so normal to him that he hadn’t stopped to question the reason behind your abilities. Frank watched you spinning in your chair like a child, his lips tugging up in amusement. He glanced around the room checking to make sure you two were alone before speaking.

“Hey.”

You kept spinning, unaware of his voice.

“Hey!”

You skidded to a stop positioning yourself in Franks line of sight

“Yes?”

“What are you in for?”

You let out a chuckle. Hours of silence and this is how this guy opens up the conversation?

“Pissed off the boss I guess.”

“Yeah I seem to have done that too.”

“Really what’d you do?”

“Stole some of their weapons. You?”

“Killed his son.”

The light feeling that had entered the room for a couple of seconds died at your words. Frank stayed quiet for a moment.

“He deserve it?”

“He liked looking at little girls. So yeah I'd say he did.”

Frank gritted his teeth ,nodding in agreement.

“Good riddance then.”

“Yeah.”

You began spinning again and Frank continued to watch you. You stopped abruptly once more looking over at Frank.

“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”

Frank laughed, god you were a wack job. He found it amusing.

“Yeah sure. You got a plan?”

“Well, seeing that I already untied the rope that just leaves, finding a way out.”

“How long have you been untied?”

“Oh a little while.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you make a run for it?”

You looked at him like it was a dumb question.

“I’m not really the plunge your way through to the exit type. Though by the looks of you, you are.”

“You bet your ass I am.”

“Well then, this will work just fine.”

You got up from your chair making your way over to Frank and cutting him free. Frank got up from his chair rubbing his wrists as he stood. You reached your hand out introducing yourself. Frank shook your hand.

“I’m Frank Castle.”

“Oh I know who you are. And I know you didn’t just steal some supplies.”

“So you're familiar with my work?”

“I’ve read your file. Nasty stuff. Takes guts. Seems you have plenty of that though.”

He wondered how you’d managed to get a hold of his file. You didn’t look like the government type and judging by your get up this wasn’t your first rodeo. You knew your shit, Frank could tell just by looking at you.

“So what's the plan?”

“We open that door and take out anyone who tries to stop us. That work for you?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Good.”

Ever since that day you started popping up in Frank's stakeouts. He didn’t call you but for some reason you always showed up. Frank had stopped trying to figure out how you knew where he was. He missed having a partner and you seemed pretty keen on helping him out. Your bond grew with every mission. It got to a point where Frank didn’t have to tell you what he was thinking, you just knew. He’d found out that you weren’t only good in a fight you also knew your way around a wound. And considering how often Frank found himself injured it was a valuable quality to have. He couldn’t help but wonder where you’d learned all of this from. You didn’t work for the army. He knew that much but he wasn’t dumb enough to think you’d gotten your skills without having training. And good training at that. He never pushed for information but he hated feeling like he didn’t know anything about you while you knew the tiniest details about him. He never imagined that one of his missions would get him the answers he wanted.

You’d been gone for a while. Well, gone from his radar anyway. He knew you didn’t owe him shit but he’d be lying if he said the lack of contact wasn’t affecting him. He’d become used to having you around. It didn’t help that the last time he saw you he’d finally decided to make a move on you. Months of seeing each other and the day after he kisses you you drop from the face of the earth. Seemed like a hell of a coincidence. What Frank didn’t know was that as you went home that night you’d been caught by surprise by one of the gangs you've managed to piss off. In a normal circumstance you’d have whipped the shit out of your kidnapper but Frank's kiss had made you let your guard down which ultimately led you to getting caught.

You’d woken up in a chair, yet again. Honestly these guys needed to start coming up with more creative ways to hold people. You’d been in this situation enough times to know how this would go: they’d try to get you to talk, you’d refuse, they’d threaten to torture you but never actually do anything and once they were distracted you’d make your escape. You had been right for the most part. It started exactly like you’d imagined. The thing that caught you by surprise was that when they got to the torture part they didn’t just leave it at threats. These guys had no issue beating you up for answers.

And you took it.

You’d been through worse and this is what you’d been trained for after all. Punch after punch and you kept quiet. It was only when they pulled out the knife that you opened your mouth. Not to give them answers. Oh no, you’d never do that. You only opened your mouth so that you could curse them out. That and to groan in pain when you received a particularly deep cut.

Frank had no idea what you were going through. To him this was just another job. Take out some pricks who'd rubbed him the wrong way. So imagen Frank's surprise when he’d made his way inside the building, guns blazing, and found you inside. Funny how things work. You’d been put in Frank's life out of nowhere and without even knowing it he’d come to your rescue. The second Frank's eyes fell on your banged up frame he lost his shit. He went after your torturers, killing them like it was the easiest thing he’d ever done.

You’d seen Frank in action before, hell you’d been right next to him when he took a knife to some guy's eye, but you’d never seen him like this before. He was completely out of it. No thoughts in his eyes except a need to spill as much blood as he could manage. It should have scared you to see him in such a state but it didn’t. In fact it felt nice to have someone care about you enough to kill for you with no hesitation.

Frank finished the last guy off, slitting his throat in one swift move before making his way to you. You smiled up at him as he approached your bruised face aching at the movement.

“Hey there big guy.”

Frank didn’t respond, his eyes racking over the cuts that covered your body. He let out an angry grunt, kneeling down to cut you free from your bonds. Before you’d even managed to stand Frank had scooped you into his arms carrying you bridal style back to the van. He placed you into the passenger seat pulling your seatbelt over you before closing the door and making his way to the drivers side. You leaned your head against the window trying to focus on the view outside rather than the pain you were feeling. Frank watched you from the corner of his eye, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel as he drove. Those fucking bastards.

Once you’d arrived at Frank's safehouse he parked the van making his way out of the car and going in the direction of your door. You’d already got it open and removed your seatbelt. You placed a hand on the door going to get out when Frank showed up in front of you blocking your way. You raised your head to look at him, eyebrows raising as you did.

“You're in my way, Frank.”

He looked at you, his hand moving to wrap under your legs. He was going to carry you again. You placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him lightly.

“I can walk, you know.”

Frank let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging a bit before he gazed up at you. His eyes were softer than normal, a look of guilt and worry washing over his features. You’d never had anyone look at you in such a way. Never felt your heart warm by a simple thing such as a look.

“Let me take you.”

You kept looking at Frank, your eyes moving over his features.

“Please.”

The desperation in his voice made you give in. You nodded at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he dragged you up into his hold. He kicked the van door closed with his foot turning around and making his way to the front door. Once the two of you were inside he made his way to the bedroom placing you on the bed before disappearing into the other room. He returned with a first aid kit in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. He handed you the bottle as he placed the kit on the bedside table. You didn’t question him, opening the bottle and taking a swing. Your face scrunched up as the whiskey made its way down your throat.

“Woah, that's some strong stuff.”

“It helps with the pain.”

“Homestyle morphine huh?”

“Something like that. I need you to take your shirt off.”

“Jesus Frank you kiss a girl once and then you're already asking her to undress?”

You were trying to lighten the mood but it wasn’t working. Maybe another time Frank would have laughed at your joke, perhaps even flushed a bit at the insinuation behind your words. Right now though he was stone faced.

“Okay, tough crowd.”

You pulled your shirt off, grimacing as the fabric snagged at some of the open cuts. You threw your shirt on the ground.

“What now doc?”

Frank made his way over to you, removing the pillow behind you before looking at you.

“Lay down.”

“I’ll get your sheets dirty.”

“It’s alright just lay down.”

You did as he asked, laying down on his bed which was surprisingly comfortable. Frank Sat down next to you, his eyes surveying your wounds as he tried to figure out which ones needed stitching and which ones just needed to be wrapped up. You observed him as he looked at you taking in how handsome he was. You sighed when his hands found their way onto your body with an unexpected softness.

“You wanna take another swing of that? This will hurt a bit.”

“Nah i’m alright. There are worse things than pain.”

Frank knew that was true, some things were much worse than pain. For him losing his family had been worse than any physical pain he’d ever felt. He wondered what you were comparing your pain to. Perhaps he’d ask you about that later. Right now he had to focus on stitching you up. You closed your eyes as Frank worked trying your hardest to keep still to make his work easier. Once he finished he pointed to the bathroom.

“Feel free to clean up. There are clean towels in the cupboard.”

With that he rose from his seat, grabbing the first aid kit and began making his way out of the room. You glanced down at your clothes taking in how dirty they were.

“Frank?”

He turned to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any clothes I could borrow?”

Frank looked at you, his eyes racking over the ripped clothes on your body and the lack of shirt. He made his way back into the bedroom, opening a drawer in his dresser and pulling out a black shirt.

“I don’t think any of my pants will fit you but I can grab some if you want.”

“Nah it’s okay. Thanks Frank.”

He nodded at you making his way out of the room once more. You made your way to the bathroom, stripping off the rest of your clothes and settling underneath the warm water. Your wounds burned as you washed up but you knew you needed to clean them well. Once you were clean and dressed you made your way to the kitchen. You found Frank leaning beside the stove as he waited for some water to boil.

“You making tea?”

“Yeah, I thought you might like some.”

“What kinds you got?”

Frank opened his cupboard showing you the large selection of tea types he had. You never took Frank for a tea guy but then again you didn’t know much about him other than what you’d read on his file and the things he’d told you when the two of you stayed together on stakeouts. Frank seemed to see the amusement in your face.

“Some nights I can't sleep so I grab a book and a cup of tea. It helps calm my mind.”

You give him a tender look, imagining this brute of a man sitting in his bed sipping on a camomile tea and reading a book to keep the dark thoughts away. You knew the feeling.

“Yeah I get it. Personally listening to music helps me. That and writing down my thoughts.”

You watched Frank's eyebrows furrow as he thought, clearly wanting to ask you something but not knowing how to go about it. You never really talked to people about your time in the Red Room. It wasn’t something that came up easily since it wasn’t a universal experience. Yet something about Frank made you want to open up to him. He’d had a tough life. You knew that and you thought that if anyone would understand the pain you’d been through it would be Frank.

The kettle squealed loudly on the stove telling you that the water was ready. You made your choice of tea, grabbing a mug and handing it to Frank so he could fill it with water. The two of you made your way to the living room. Frank sat on the couch and you settled yourself into the armchair near the window, glancing out into the woods. After a while the silence started getting too loud to your liking so you decided to fill it. You kept your eyes glued to the window as you spoke the thought of seeing Frank's reaction to what you were about to tell him to be overwhelming for you.

“I was part of a Russian operation. They trained me and a bunch of other girls from a very young age. We learned all types of things. None of them were things little girls should be learning about.”

Frank leaned his elbows on his knees, listening to you as you spoke.

“I had my first kill when I was twelve. It was part of some training they had me go through. I don’t know who he was, they didn’t show me his face. But I don't think I'll ever get his screams out of my head.”

You took a deep breath in trying to push the tears down.

“No kid should go through that.”

Frank's mind flashed to his kids the image of his smiling daughter invading his mind. Lisa had been the same age you said you'd been when she died. He couldn’t imagine his baby girl pulling a trigger on someone. No one should be able to imagine that scene. But here you were telling him that you lived it. His blood boiled in his veins the thought of people taking away your childhood to make you a weapon making him sick.

“They had this-uhum- this ceremony I guess. A sort of graduation so you could become a black widow. That’s what they call us. Black widows. World deadliest assassins. We get trained for years but you only make it in after they…uhm after…”

Your breath shook as you breathed in, your hands tightening around your mug as you tried to will the memories away. Frank could see you were struggling. He got up from his seat and made his way to you. He kneeled in front of you pulling your mug out of your hands before wrapping his hand around yours.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I want you to know. I need you to know, before you decide anything else about this.”

You jestured between the two of you and Frank understood you were referring to the kiss. You closed your eyes, holding onto Frank's hand as you steadied yourself to continue.

“They sterilize you. It makes everything easier. One less thing for you to worry about really.”

You let out an angry snicker at how absurd the words sound.

“That’s the bullshit they fed us anyway. The truth is they sterilize us so that they don’t have to worry about us not having one hundred percent focus on the mission. They take away our right to have kids because it keeps us in line. Makes us the perfect weapon.”

The anger in your face is replaced by sadness as you look up at Frank.

“Look, I don't know what is going on between us. I just… I like you a lot Frank. But you have no future with me. I can’t give you back what you’ve lost. I can’t have kids.”

You let out a defeated shrug avoiding Frank's gaze as fresh tears began to roll down your face. Frank took some time to process what you’d just told him. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have something like that taken away from you. He remembered the joy on Marias face when she’d found out she was pregnant with his son. It had never crossed his mind that there were people out there who would never experience that feeling. Not because they didn't want to but because they couldn’t. It was clear that you thought of yourself as an unfit partner because of your inability to bear children. But Frank didn’t see it that way. In fact the idea that you cared enough to tell him about the situation showed him that you were a perfectly suited partner. Frank gathered your hands in his calling out your name so that you would look at him. You refused to turn to him but then he said your name again with a pleading tone and you found yourself looking in his direction. Frank placed a hand on your cheek carefully wiping the tears from your face. You leaned into his touch sniffing lightly.

“Let me kill them.”

You let out a small laugh, your eyes lighting up a bit.

“You think I'm kidding? Tell me their names and I'll blow them all to smithereens.”

You knew what Frank was trying to do and you appreciated it. You leaned your head on his shoulder nuzzling into his neck.

“Thank you.”

Frank placed his hands on your hips tugging you out of the chair and onto his lap. His hand found its way into your hair holding you close to him. You relaxed into his touch, closing your eyes as you inhaled the smell of him.

“It doesn't make you any less than anyone else.”

You lifted your head to look into Frank's eyes.

“It’s a foul thing they did to you. They had no right to make that choice for you but it doesn't make you undeserving of love.”

Frank sighed, looking out the window before looking back at you.

“After what happened with my family I thought I'd never find love again. I thought I didn't deserve another shot at it because I'd screwed up so bad the first time. And for a while I just accepted the fact that I'd probably end up dying alone.”

You kept your eyes latched onto Frank seeing the vulnerable expression on his face.

“Then you came in out of nowhere. You started showing up and you stuck around when things got tough. It’s hard to find loyal people like that when you lead the life I do. But there you were. Dropped out of the sky like you’d been sent to me specifically.”

Franks stopped avoiding your gaze, turning to look you straight in the eye as he continued to speak.

“I’m not good at this. Never have been. But when you know you just know. When I kissed you that night I knew. Knew that if I was going to get a second chance I'd want it to be with you. The life we have isn’t really suited for children. And I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you won’t always have this life Frank. What happens when you decide to settle down on some farm? What happens then?.”

He paused, collecting his thoughts.

“I’ll tell you what happens. I keep living. With you by my side. That's enough for me. And hell if it ends up not being enough for you then I guess there always will be adoption. It may not be blood but I've learned that family isn’t just blood. Sometimes family is the ones you chose to be around you.”

Tears had started streaming down your face again. No one had ever cared about you like this. No one had ever gone out of their way to make sure you didn’t feel broken because of something you couldn’t control. Frank Castle may have been painted as a heartless killer but that wasn’t all he was. He was kind and gentle. He would risk his life for the ones he loved without a second thought. You placed a hand on Frank's cheek pushing yourself up to kiss him tenderly. Frank wrapped his arms around you kissing you back with all the love he could muster up. You pulled apart after a while giving a kiss to Frank's cheek. He smiled down at you and you grinned up at him.

“You mind if I stick around for a while?”

“Screw sticking around for a while you’re stuck with me forever now. And don’t you try to fight it. That's a losing battle.”

Your face hurt from the force of the smile that had made its way onto your face. Frank placed a kiss to your nose raising from the floor and lifting you up with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist resting your hands on his shoulders as he spun you around. The two of you laughed as you spun, foreheads resting against each other. Frank stopped spinning but didn’t let you go. Instead he began walking to his bedroom.

“Where are you taking me, mister?”

“To our room.”

“Our room huh?”

“Yeah.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good.”

It’s funny how people come into your life in the most unexpected ways. Perhaps if you hadn’t waited to break out of your binds that fateful day in the basement you would have never stumbled onto Frank Castle. And oh what a shame that would have been.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x you #frank castle #the punisher fanfiction #punisher mcu #the punisher #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction #mcu #black widow reader #black widow

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jenniferjareauwife · 6 months

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Hi, would you please do jj picking up her daughter at school bc she got her period? Thank you

Period

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 792

age: 13

summary: you get your first period at school so your mom picks you up and makes sure you're comfortable

I dialed my moms number on the toilet. My stomach had been hurting all day and when I finally went to the bathroom there was a large patch of blood on my underwear. "What's wrong honey? Why are you calling me at school?"

"I...I think I started my period."

"Oh." She paused for a second. "Ok. Do you have a pad? Or a tampon?"

"No, I don't have anything!"

"Ok hon. I'll pick you up, ok? I'll bring pads and tampons and I'll bring you some chocolate."

"Chocolate? I mean...I'm not complaining but why?"

"It helps. I've got a heating pad at home too bubs. Did you bleed through to your pants?" I checked quickly.

"No."

"What color are they?"

"Gray." She sighed.

"Ok. Just chill for a few minutes, I'll be there in five, ok?"

"Mhm. Thanks mom."

"Of course y/n."

"Can you stay on the phone? I don't really know what to do."

"Of course. I'm on my way. Just put underwear in there for the time being."

"But won't it fall out?"

"It's only for the car so you don't bleed through and into the seats, ok?"

"Ok mom." I got some toilet paper and put it in my underwear, my leg starting to bounce as I waited for her to get here. "Mom the passing period is almost over get here fast please."

"I already put in your absence. It's ok. Take a deep breath." She knew me too well, she always knew when I was anxious. "You holding up ok?"

"Y-yeah."

"I'm almost there hon." I tried to take some deep breaths but it was super nerve wracking. I was gonna have to walk through the hallways and hope that the toilet paper didn't fall out. I had always hoped that I would get my first period at home when it was just me and my mom, but no. I had to get it at school. And I ruined my favorite pair of underwear. "I'm here." I practically bolted out of the bathroom and through the front office, running into the arms of my mom. "Shh baby, I'm here now. It's ok." She rubbed my back and walked me out to her car.

"Mom." I whispered.

"Yeah bubs?"

"Thanks for coming."

"Of course. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable all day." She opened the car door for me and I saw a package of chocolate and a small squishmallow in the passenger seat. I almost started crying.

"How did you get all this in time?"

"Well Valentine's day is next week and I bought some stuff for you but I figured you'd need it now." She put her hand on the small of my back and I hugged her again.

"Thanks mom. I love you so much."

"I love you too. Let's get home now. Change into some nice comfy clothes and watch some movies, I'll get a heating pad and you can eat your chocolates." I nodded.

"Cuddles?"

"Yeah you can cuddle him." She reached over to squish my squishmallow.

"No. I wanna cuddle with you." I pouted out my bottom lip. We hadn't cuddled in a few months, mostly because I thought I was getting too old but that didn't matter anymore.

"Of course we can cuddle. You don't have to ask." I finally got into the passengers seat and looked out the window as we drove home.

As soon as we got home I changed into my favorite pair of pajamas before going back downstairs. My mom was waiting on our couch with a heating pad, painkillers, blanket, chips and chocolate. I smiled and practically pounced on her, laying between her legs with my back against her front. She giggled, kissing my cheek and situating the heating pad over my stomach under my sweatshirt. It wasn't too hot but it wasn't cold either, it was perfect. "Good?"

"Mhm." She wrapped her arms around my torso and handed me some painkillers and water.

"Thanks mom."

"Of course. Periods are never fun. What do you wanna watch?"

"Schitt's Creek." She laughed and kissed my shoulder.

"Good choice. Want some snacks?" I nodded and grabbed three bags of chips and a handful of chocolates, making her laugh.

"I'm hungrier than normal."

"I know. That's normal hon." She gently caressed my belly, making my eyes flutter shut. Ever since I was a baby I loved tummy rubs and she knew that. "Tell me if you need anything." She turned on the show and I relaxed into her even further.

"I will." I hugged my squishmallow to my chest while munching on my chips.

"Hon?"

"Hm?" I lifted my head slightly to show her I was listening.

"I love you, ok?" I nodded.

"I love you too."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #x daughter reader #jennifer jareau x you #x daughter!reader

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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Hi lovely! Hope you're doing swell!

I'm coming in hot with an unsolicited Pats question for you - because I literally cannot think about anything but how BAD he has it for Preciosa - so I hope you don't mind.

I've been wondering about his other clients. What is he like with them and how does it compare to what he's like with his #favoriteclient ? Do any of them notice anything different in the way he is with them since he's started letting himself get closer to Miss Thursday? And while I'm here... Do any of them ever communicate with Shell after she sends them to his door, or is that a hard line she doesn't cross?

Hello, bby. Thank you for coming in hot. It is so very cold outside right now that I live for any kind of heat. ANY.

I recognize that you sent this ask before the great "Let's Try This" thing they've started up, but it still applies. The short answer is, it doesn't change much in the way you'd think, but so much more in other ways. And the long answer is down below.

And while I have YOU *huggle*...Shell gets her fair share of gift baskets and special perks, some mysterious VIP treatments and really grand bouquets. But once she's sent a potential client his way and they've been accepted and treated, if they ever run into her again to thank her, well. She generally just gives them a sly little half smile and tells them, "That sure sound's wonderful, hon, but I'm sure I don't have any idea what you're talking about."

Speaking of other clients...

Kiss and Tell: It's Still About You (GTTT PATS)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

As with all of my PATS installments, warnings abound for explicit content.

He can feel his eyebrows pulling together at the blue and purple blemish that’s interrupting the precious dimples in his client’s thigh. His fingers trace around it for a moment before he circles the table to her other side to the bruise he noticed on her knee a few minutes ago...and a couple near her elbow. These have more green in them, further along in healing.

Running his hands over her soft, bare belly, pushing gently to move and work the holding muscles there, he watches her face. Jaw relaxed. Eyelashes feathering over the apples of her cheeks. She’s got nice, ample breasts and he’s gentle as he works his oiled hands around them. She doesn’t flinch, just relaxes into his touch, total trust.

That’s a good sign. Still. Just to make sure he asks, “You feel safe at home?”

“Hmm?” Her mermaid blue eyes drift open in wakening confusion.

“You have some pretty heavy bruises today and I noticed a few on you last time. Just wanna check in.”

Smiling and letting her eyes drift closed, she melts herself back into the table. “Eh. I’m just a danger to myself. I bruise easily and have no idea where half of them come from half the time. I’m a walking billboard for the Klutz Lifestyle.”

“Okay…” his voice isn’t as confident as his hands, but he has to trust her.

“But thank you,” she laughs lightly, punctuating her self-condescending remarks, “Really. I promise you, Mitch questions them too. He keeps threatening to make me a suit out of bubble wrap and duct tape. I told him gray’s not my color.”

This makes him chuckle as he dips his fingers between her legs. “Looks like you’re good and ready for hour two. Wanna move on over to the bed?” Holding her hand as if she’s a princess descending a carriage, he guides her, taking note of her hazy, relaxed smile. “Sounds like you’ve got yourself a good husband.”

“Yeah. He’s playing online with his buddies tonight. Sends his love. And his thanks. He likes the things you teach me.”

“On your stomach, legs together. Gonna try something new. Show you a few ways to take care of those knees when they’re bruised.”

As she slides onto the sheets, he takes note of the bruise on her thigh so he won’t grab it accidentally when he’s in his throes, pushing gently at her skin and curves, sweeping her pink and green hair off her back, just making a final check to make sure he didn’t miss any other sore spots. He runs his hand lightly down to pat her soft ass, bringing forth the most satisfying jiggle from below and her pillow-muffled giggle from above.

Sliding a condom out of the bedside table-drawer, he prepares it and sheathes himself as he explains, “My girlfriend gets mystery bruises too. Happens when she’s in a hurry. Instead of slowing down, she just keeps moving and says ‘that’ll leave a bruise’ out loud. Says it helps stick the moment in her brain so when she finds the bruise later she’ll remember where it came from. If she slows down for a second then it’s in the forefront of her mind so she can grab something cold to ice it as soon as possible. Cuts down on the severity and the duration of the bruise. I recommend trying it.” Rolling the condom down to his base, he mounts the bed and straddles her legs, pulling her cheeks apart and exposing her more sensitive parts, blowing gently and smiling when she clenches. “After you recognize the pattern of how you’re getting hurt, you can start protecting and correcting your actions. I’m not a doctor, but I might also recommend talking to one about getting more sun and more vitamin K. Water’s your friend. I’ll mark your chart.”

She giggles low and pleasingly in her throat. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Is that new?”

“Relatively.”

“Does she know you do this?”

He lines himself up, her breath hitching a beat as he slides his tip around her opening. This one’s a talker, loves chatter in bed, but he always likes to see what can throw her off her game. “She’s very aware.”

“Mmmmm. That’s nice. She must be pretty cool. Lucky you.”

Without answering, he slides in and she gives him a silken moan. When she turns her head to the side, he can just make out her smile through her splayed hair. The client is happy. Melting. She clearly feels better than when she came in. And she’ll go home to her husband and show him these techniques and they’ll enjoy them. She’s come so far since her first session months ago. He did that. Does that. Is doing it. It makes him rock hard. He’s so fucking good at this and he knows it.

And you know it. You know it and you don’t ask him not to.

He refrains from speaking further about you. There are private lines he doesn’t cross for the good of everyone. It’s fitting for some of his more trusted clients to know he has his own attachments and that everything is open and honest; that they themselves and their sessions aren’t a cause of any possible trouble. But they don’t need to know anything about him or about you beyond that. You are his treasure, his alone. He’s going to keep your understanding and your trust like a jewel tucked in close to the chest, handle you preciously, take joy in your generosity.

He does not answer the client. Not out loud. But as he takes in her satisfaction and triumphs in his own skills, he closes his eyes and angles his chin to the ceiling, sighing a silent prayer, “You have no fucking idea.” _____

Your phone rings as you’re putting a load of laundry into the dryer.

“Hey there, loverboy. I thought you had a client tonight.”

“I do. She’s sleeping. What are you up to?”

There’s a confidence in his voice as he speaks that sparks something in your core, an easy, non-apologetic tone, a man talking to his girl with nothing to hide. It’s not exactly easy yet, knowing he is intimate with so many others, but he doesn’t speak about them with regret or shame, only the professional respect and demeanor you’ve spent so many months admiring, and that helps immensely.

It’s the first time he’s called you immediately after a session though. And you find that you like it. A lot. Just because he was servicing someone doesn’t mean he’s not thinking of you.

“Laundry. Not as fulfilling as your evening. But hey, clean sheets are always very relaxing.”

“Sounds nice. Those the floral ones?”

“Uh..” How did he…oh. That time he took care of you when you were sick. He must have seen them then. “Yeah.”

“Hmm.” He’s silent for a moment, you can tell he’s gearing up to ask you something. You’ve learned to wait, although it’s still hard to anticipate the best case scenario. “I…don’t mean to invite myself over, but would you mind if I mess them up a little this weekend?”

And you laugh. Another win for the best case scenario. “I mean, you could mess them up a lot this weekend if you wanted.”

“Yeah? There a time that works best? Or should I just pull in the welcome mat and have my neighbor watch for packages?”

And you smile, remembering that it’s only been a couple of days since your first weekend together, wandering his house in nothing but togas made of rumpled sheets, spending much of it wound up in his arms, on your back, curled up napping on the couch with the tv on, sipping coffee sitting side by side on his kitchen counter….

“I’d tell you to pack a bag, but you’re not really going to need clothes. This time you’re mine, loverboy.”

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Ugh. again? Sure seems like I'm getting shot at a lot. As I notice the shot, it's as if time slows down around me. I can't tell if this is a function of the Nanites or just my regular perception but it doesn't really matter right now. I reach behind me and grab my rifle automatically - side note, I really need to remember to thank Ava for bringing it - and bring it forward, toggling the safety off and switching to three round burst in one fluid motion. Yes, I practiced it.

Without even bringing the rifle up to my shoulder I fire off a quick burst from my hip. The goal is to make them duck and stop shooting, not to hit them or anything. The rounds fire extra slowly, this must be the Nanites. After the third round discharges, I bring the rifle up to my shoulder and realize that everyone is still behind me.

I steal a glance back and in my high perception slow motion, I can see that nobody was hit from the shot. Ava has noticed and is moving so slowly to push Omar and Um'reli out of the way. Um'reli just noticed the shot and is ducking, and I don't think Omar noticed yet at all. He must have been distracted with something else.

There, off to the side on the second floor balcony. I catch a glint of something. I concentrate harder, and time slows further. I get the feeling this is going to hurt once I adjust my perception back to normal, but for now it's saving all of us. It's like my eyes are in maple syrup, but I can swing them up and see a sniper setting up a shot. I can't hold off the gunner in the barricade and the sniper up high.

What am I going to do? I wish I could just get them to stop shooting for a moment.

Oh wait, I'm an idiot.

I speed my perception back to normal, take a breath and shout as loud as I can,

S̵̢̛̝͎̀̐̍̈́̉͛̓̒̈́̍̌̄́͂̐̊̀͛̃̏͜͠Ţ̵̱̻͖̪̮͈̦̫̹̝̪̯͚͉̹͕̈́̓́̽̾̏̓͘͘ͅO̸̡̨̡̢̰̼̮͎͓͈̪̟̲̻͑͛͌͋̏̾̈́̎͋͂̇͋͛͆͌̓͐̔̃̆͐͋͑̕͜P̶̨̜͍͇͚̟̪̹̺͖̹̜͕̥̖̅͒̑͌̔͜

I catch my breath and look around. Looks like I'm not being shot at anymore. I turn back and make sure my friends are all right.

Uh oh.

Everyone around me is frozen.

I might have over done it.

They've all... stopped. Just like I told them, I guess. Omar, Ava and Um'reli are staring at me, unmoving.

"Oh! Sorry! Sorry! Um, ỳ̵̧͖o̷͉̩̊ŭ̷͕̂ ̶̨̤͝ẗ̶̩́ḧ̷̙͖͂r̸̻̈̀e̷͙͒è̴͍̞ can move, please."

All three of them fall over as they regain the ability to move again. Omar was the first to recover. "Melody, what the hell was that?"

"Well we had the shooter over in the barricade, and then I noticed a sniper up on the second floor balcony and I wasn't sure if there was another sniper that I didn't see and I just wanted everyone to stop so I could catch my breath and see what's going on."

He shook his head. "No, I mean, Melody, how did you do all that so fast? The first shot had barely fired when you grabbed your gun, returned fire, and used your Voice."

"Oh that. It turns out that I can adjust the rate that I perceive things. It's not like slowing or speeding up time, just my perception of it."

Um'reli looks at me. "Can we do that too?"

I shrug. "I don't know, but it's not the Voice and it is because of the Nanites so... probably?"

Ava looks at me and reaches into a pocket. She takes out a napkin she must have grabbed at the restaurant and dabs under my nose. "You're bleeding again hon. Is this going to happen every time you exert yourself?"

"I sure hope not." I manage weakly.

"Uh Melody, the shooter?" Omar is pointing at them.

Oh right! I walk over behind the barricade and check them out. It's an Aviens, I don't think I recognize them. They're frozen in the process of reloading. Hmm. I reach down and plug the magazine from their hands. Are they breathing? Looks like. Whew. Okay, so they just stopped moving but their bodily functions haven't ceased. I wonder if I can do that. Kill people by just telling them to stop breathing.

You can. Some Empresses preferred it as a method of execution.

Mentally, I make a face. That seems a bit much to me.

Dammit. The Administrators are forcing my hand. I don't want to have to order everyone around to get what I want, but I think I'm going to have at at least at first.

It makes sense. You represent a shift in the status quo. They hold the power now, and do not wish to relinquish it. You will have to make them do it. Melody, did you think that you could walk up to them, tell them you were Empress and they'd bow and let you take over?

When you say it that way, it sounds naïve!

Ugh. Fine. I take a breath. Now that I know what it feels like to integrate - at least partially - to the starbase, I wonder if there's anything I can control without being on the Throne.

I reach out and concentrate. Hmm. I can feel the systems, but it's almost like a read-only version. They're fainter, softer. There. That's the starbase public address system. Can I focus on a location, on a building. Ugh, this is hard, I wish I was on my Throne.

"Okay, can you hear me? Check Check Check?"

Ava gasps. "Yes! We can hear you Melody. You're speaking through the starbase? Can everyone hear you?"

"Ideally no. It's supposed to be just this building. But if more people hear it, that's fine. Okay, here goes..."

C̵̣̪̟͇̫̖͐͝ò̶̘̖̠͓̼͈̗́m̵̡͉̰̫̾͐e̵͙̝͕̣̘͋͒̚͠ ̸̛̫̝̳͔͊̅t̷̡̮̤̮̬͚́o̶̝͍̟͚̗͙͝ ̵̺͇̺̜͋̆m̶̧̛̺̮̗̅ȩ̷͙̲͔̦̲̘̍́̾.̴̡̀

Immediately, I see the change through my connection. Silently, people rise from where they are and bein walking towards the lobby where we are. Before long at all, a crow has formed, silent and staring. I glance through the crowd and I can't see the Administrators.

"Where are the Administrators?"

"They are not here, Empress" the crowd replies. Neat!

"Where are they"

Not everyone knows, so only those that do reply. Two Aviens reply in harmony. "They have retreated to a shelter. They hope that you will leave."

"They did not hear my order?"

Stony stares back. Nobody knows.

"I am your Empress, I rule here."

"This is self evident, Empress." they all reply.

"The Administrators' rule has ended. Does anyone dispute this?"

"No, Empress."

"No longer will I tolerate being shot at." I look up at the Sniper. "Any further attempts upon my life or the lives of any other builders will be seen as treason and will be punished severely."

"Yes, Empress."

"Find the Administrators. Bring them before me."

"Yes, Empress."

"Alive please."

"Yes, Empress."

Ava nudges me "the Hotel" she hisses.

"Oh yeah! Um, also where is the finest hotel on this Starbase? Me and my Builders need a place to sleep and rest."

One person only, an Azurian speaks. I wonder why? "The Royal Dawn is thought by some to be the finest hotel on this part of Reach of the Might of Vzzx. People make use of it when traveling around the starbase for holy pilgrimages and festival days."

"Why were you the only one who replied?"

"Some didn't know, others had different opinions about lodging. I had a strong conviction that I was right."

I concentrate and try and search for the name. There! I know where it is. I can even see it in my minds eye. Yes, this will do nicely.

"Thank you for your work. Complete your task. You are dismissed."

Everyone strides out of the lobby. Shrugging, I motion to Omar and Ava and Um'reli to follow.

The crowd from the Administrative offices silently walks down the promenade a short distance, crowds outside watching curiously. They reach a door somewhat hidden against a wall and one of them comes forward. It is an Aviens and in their clawed hand is a ring. Attached to the ring is a number of small dots on strings. Is it a key ring? They press one against the door, and it opens with a his of old seals.

A small group of people rush inside, and I can hear a commotion. Before not too long, Starlight on a Moonless Evening, The Smell Of The Ocean and Rapid River Roaring are dragged out. They struggle against the iron grip of the crowd."

I affect a sneer and snarl at them. "Where are the Mariens? Where are Vivvix and Zemmlin?"

"We don't know, Empress! We truly don't know! After we heard The Smell of Soil after Rain's damned congregation coming around and telling everyone to go to the Throne tomorrow, we set up the barricades, tried to set the trap and hid! It is the truth!"

I̶̞̗̽ ̶̨̤̉͂̔ͅą̵͉̥̃ṃ̷̱͈̓́̿ ̶̫̦̃̌̌Ȇ̶̢̱̜͘m̴̢̯̋̚p̶̙͔̪̓̕r̴̘̞͈͒̇͘ë̶̡͖̟́s̵̗̜͒̍s̵̬̆̆͑

"Yes, you are, Empress! You are a just and merciful Empress!" Rapid River Roaring is doing the majority of the talking here, cowering.

"Rapid River Roaring, The Smell of the Ocean, you have one chance. Find Vivvix and Zemmlin or find out where they have gone, and bring the news to me before the celebration tomorrow." They jump to their feet and take off at a run down the promenade. I turn to the last Aviens.

"Starlight, do you have a ship docked here?"

"Yes, Empress, High Line is our starship. It is where we do a majority of our decision making."

"It is spaceworthy?"

Even though my interrogation, Starlight on a Moonless Evening still lets some disappointment and disgust show through. "No, Empress. Our ship's drive failed quite some time ago, and none remain who know how to repair it."

Hmm. An opportunity.

"Starlight, an opportunity presents itself. I find myself without a starship, and you find yourself with a starship in need of repair. Prove your worth to me, and I shall take your ship as my flag carrier, repair it better than you've ever had it, and we shall open the Gate and begin the reconquering of my empire.

At this, Starlight looks up at me, eyes wide. Their body language is unbelieving. "Why would you do that Empress? We conspired to trick you and kill you."

I shrug "I mean, I get it. I don't like it, but I get it. I am choosing to be merciful." I bend down and meet their eyes. "Do not make me regret my choice. When I choose to not be merciful, you will not like it." I stand up tall and look down my nose at the Aviens.

"S̵̡̅̈́ẗ̷̯́̅ȁ̶̧̗͝r̴̨̠͋l̴̢͠í̵̢̮͑g̷̥̒̔͜ḫ̷̊̚ṱ̷̛̘͋ stop breathing."

Starlight looks at me confused, and then tries to take a breath.

And cannot.

Panic fills their eyes. They claw at their throat and thrash around. Their mouth opening and closing with nothing happening. They look up at me imploringly. Their mouth is making motions like they're trying to speak, but with no air they can't.

Omar glares at me "Melody! Let them breathe!"

"S̵̡̅̈́ẗ̷̯́̅ȁ̶̧̗͝r̴̨̠͋l̴̢͠í̵̢̮͑g̷̥̒̔͜ḫ̷̊̚ṱ̷̛̘͋. You may breathe."

Starlight takes huge shuddering gulps of air, panting, their face looking up at me with true fear.

"Remember this, Starlight. I rule here. Even the very air you breathe is under my command."

"Yes, Empress." they pant.

"Tomorrow, after the celebration, we shall visit High Line and see if we can work with it."

"Yes, Empress."

I look at the assembled crowd. "Do you see what I am capable of? I do not offer tricks or games. Serve me well and be rewarded. Fail me, and your very home will reject you bodily."

They reply as one. "Yes Empress."

"You are d̵̯̒̅į̴͗͊s̶̡͎̏m̷͍̆̌͜į̵̪̍s̸͖̓̈́s̶̜̓͝ḙ̶̞̽̈́d̶̯͈̂͗. Go back to work, and finish your tasks."

As the crowd is given back to themselves, they bink and stare at me in horrified fascination. They back away quickly, the people in the rear of the crowd breaking into a run.

After a moment, we're alone again. Um'reli looks at me oddly. "That was... awfully intense Melody. Is that how your rule will be?"

I sigh "I hope not Um'reli, but I think I'm going to have to throw my weight around at least a little to get people to actually believe that I'm in charge here."

She nods "I get it. I do have to admit, it was pretty cool how you did that."

Ava grins "It was SUPER cool. You looked so regal and intense. Very hot."

Omar looks at both of them and then back at me "Am I the only one who is a little freaked out that Melody can stop people from breathing with just a word?"

Ava looks over at Omar and shrugs. "She's the Empress, Omar. Her word is law."

Um'reli smiles "And we're friends with her."

Part 21

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