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the thing about the aew releases (and possibly more releases coming..) is that people arent mad that they are cutting talent in general; the part people are mad about is the talent thats being cut. so many on the list from yesterday were either prominent characters, really good workers, actually good and beloved wrestlers, THE BOYS WERE LITERALLY PART OF A STORYLINE that finishes this friday, slim j was severely fucked over with his character and not being let to wrestle, anthony henry is FUCKING INJURED (and they just released workhorsemen merch and kept his tag partner like. what?)...
meanwhile they continue to employ people who obviously dont want to be there or need to be there. we have no use for miro who keeps fucking things over by being a poor pissbaby about his booking (and tony being a spineless bitch just accepting it lmao), jericho who is all sorts of mcfucking problematic, nobody wants sammy guevara, honestly they should do something about max caster as well (as hilarious as i find some of his shit; the twitter stuff has gotten way out of control), among probably many others but i cant think right now
just. yeah. this isnt about talent cuts in general, we all know aew roster is bloated to hell and back with people and its to the detriment of the company. however they way they are handling it? not the solution
(also the fact that they made a comment about this being "budget cuts" makes no sense when they let go people who barely are featured and are paid peanuts. its just bullshit excuses, as per usual)
#im disabling reblogs dont test me today im having a really fucking bad day with all of this#im so fumingly mad about henry for example. and the boys. just. fucking hell man#im not calling for anyone to be fired or anything im just saying the way they work this shit is ridiculous#''budget cuts'' when they spend millions to bring in okada and ospreay. like yeah sure they bring in audience and eyes but still#its still bullshit#im mad and im upset dont fucking clown at me about this im not in the mood#im only posting this to get this out of my brain i contemplated on not but just fucking god#wrestling musing
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literally why the hell am i always so anxious to call out of work
#marine myths rambles#like... worst that could happen is they fire me for calling out too much. but then i get to find a new job (is not too fond of current job)#(mostly bc of how the higher ups treat their employees. i actually quite like most of my coworkers n the actual work isnt tht bad sometimes)#(i just think the owners dont fkn know how to properly compensate or take care of their employees. its kinda wack. anyways.)#i guess i just need more ways to say tht i cant come into work bc i feel like im repetitive#literally as i was typing the last tag i got a message asking abt when i can make up the hours. like...#i offered a day tht works for me but apparently not for them bc its too many hrs for me in one week?? idk but im just like.#what do u want me to say. im already working extra days bc i was asked to. n u want me to make up the hrs im missing??? huh???#imagine if i quit rn. (i wouldnt bc id rather have another job lined up before leaving my current job if possible. but the thought is There)#anyways off topic as all hell but im thinking abt changing my url should i just do it n not say anything? would anyone care even?? lmao#would love to hear any thoughts and opinions (abt both the url and my work sitch if uve got em tbh)
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Moe im absolutely DROOLING at capitano 😵 May I request yandere! capitano preeety plees with a cherry on too 😫😫 U CANT TELL ME HES NOT JUST AHHXJSNSNSN HES SO FINEEEE
im sorry it's been so long life is just UGH i think we all need a bit of capitano rn-
i think i made the yandere a little too subtle but I hope it's still okay-
When you first fell to this world, no one believed you to be an outsider. You were just crazy, a patient who escaped the asylum.
It happened when you were out on a job, your last year of med school and you were doing your practical part, following along in ambulances and assisting paramedics. There had been a building collapse, chaos everywhere, dust surrounding the scene. You weren't supposed to stray too far, it's only when you heard a young voice calling from help did you separate, calling out your intentions to your colleague before rushing through the door with your bag of equipment held tightly to your chest. As you began through the doorway, it was as if an earthquake struck, everything trembling and crumbling. You couldn't believe your eyes, the way the ground turned blocky, a red and black colour eating the sides of your world like an 8-bit transition. Gravity hit hard as you fell through, the broken, wooden floors turning into a faraway city, canopies of trees, rivers, mountains - before you fainted.
When you awoke you couldn't find any injuries that would result from a free fall from the atmosphere, namely death. If anything, you were a little tender in the muscles. You found your med bag not far from you before awkwardly making your way, searching for help.
One lonely night you had approached a group of soldier-like people. They were part of the 'Fatui', which people seemed to fear but what other option did you have? You told them your story, begged for food, and out of pity some had helped you. A lot of laughs came your way, but even so, you sat at a table with drunken fatui and got a nice bowl of stew and bread.
Just as everyone was leaving, you felt a large hand on your shoulder. It was their Captain, who the party under his command conveniently referred to him as 'Capitano'. He holds out a small, woven bag once he gets your attention, dropping it in her hands when you hold them out. It feels like coins - Mora, if you remember correctly, the currency of this world - and regards you with only a few words, "I believe you. However, I cannot help you."
It was the little glimmer of hope you needed. You stored some leftover bread in your paramedic jacket, running after him and calling him to wait, to have a conversation but, he was a busy man. He retreated into a nice looking motel on the outskirts of the city, leaving you to sit outside.
So you did. You waited all night on the side of the road, resting until he eventually came back out.
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Granted, following an 'evil' organisation wasn't the smartest thing, that's only if the words of the people you've met are to be believed. As of now, they're the only people who have reached out a helping hand, and Capitano, the only one to make you finally breathe and remember that you aren't insane; that this is real.
Still, you keep your distance, following diligently like a lost puppy. "Leave her be," Capitano had said when one of his men asked about you, "She is no threat." Later he would say he was hoping you would get the message to journey on your own, to find your own way.
On a cold night he had saved you, though to anyone it appeared as nothing more than an easy kill. Two hilichurls, you were half asleep, focused more on keeping warm than any dangers. It wasn't until you heard the slash of his blade did you even notice he was there, the monsters leaving behind blood and dust in their wake.
Capitano drapes a blanket over you, "Come." You follow him into the camp, beyond the guards and closer to a fire. He points to a sleeping mat, "If you're going to follow me then stay within the group." With that, he retreats to his tent. You can't help the tears of gratitude as you bathe in the warmth, your sleep the best it's been in weeks.
You make friends with the fatui, it's unanimously agreed that everyone in Capitano's ranks are morally... adequate, compared to other Harbingers. "Don't even get me started on Il Dottore's..." one mentions, and you think as a 'doctor' yourself, you couldn't handle hearing his horror stories.
Eventually, you become part of their medic team, showing them all the fun tools and medications from your world. Even if they don't believe you, they pretend to, and they show interest. You've only cried twice when reminiscing.
A few times you've seen Capitano enter the medic tent, he grabs some bandages and some ointment before retreating to his tent. "Would you like some help?" You ask, not for the first time, and it won't be the last.
His usual response is what comes, "No, thank you."
It's a routine, you like to think he appreciates it.
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You're not a stranger to violence. During your schooling you saw a lot of gore, it never phased you in the ways it would others. Of course, it was sad, seeing children who needed to have a leg amputated, people being victimised by a violent stranger, you could only do your best to give them the rest of their lives.
War, however, was another thing. Footage does nothing compared to witnessing it, the people you eat dinner with being ripped apart by monsters, other factions of the land getting burnt to death by the power of their gods, or frostbitten and forced to watch their comrades suffer until they themselves succumb.
Capitano scared you, in a way. He was always so strong, so willing to give his all to anyone who had the courage to fight back. It was his way in honour. You're lucky he had a sense of justice, apparently anyone else could have killed you and be done with it. Sometimes you imagine what it would be like if he drew his sword against you, or used his large hands and wrap them around your neck, suffocating you until he saw the whites of your eyes...
He was a monster, but maybe compared to the other, real monsters out there, he was the better option.
Tonight he got hurt, enough to show the blood spreading through his clothes. Wounds and scars were normal but this made your stomach churn. You see a glimpse of a monster claw that he's tried to hide with his cloak. There's a tear in his sleeve as well, showing his long glove underneath.
Nope. You can't just sit by as he struggles, you signed a contract saying that you would help anyone, no matter the circumstance. As he walks back to his tent, you follow him closely behind, your bag in hand. He stops, the flap partially open as he turns to you and says in a strained voice, "I'm fine. Go tend to the others."
You shake your head defiantly, staring into the dark abyss of his helmet with conviction.
He huffs, entering the tent and murmuring, "Do as you please."
His tent is much larger than any of the others, perhaps the medical one only being marginally bigger. There's a fireplace, a desk with a multitude of papers, scattered, used bandages and a large pile of bed wrapping and furs. He takes a seat on the chair near the desk, removing his coat and grabbing the claw, about to yank it out when you slap his hand away.
You waggle your finger at him, crouching to get a better look at the wound, "You're only going to make it worse. Honestly, if that's how you treat yourself it's a wonder you're still alive. Help me get your shirt off."
There's a hint of hesitation in him, though you're only a little sure you see it. Your focus is on pulling it over the claw without moving it too much, it had gone through bandages around his stomach as well, wrapping over his chest, the rest of his body... Look over him, taken aback. His flesh isn't normal, what you thought were gloves was actually the decay of his arms. No, decay doesn't seem right either but even so, there's no life. He lets you take it in, waiting until your eyes look to his mask. "My body is rotten, rotting, still," he clarifies, and you realise that perhaps decay is the right word, it's just a different meaning in this world. "I'm fine," he says again, as though expecting this to be too much for you, "You can leave."
You wonder why the smell isn't so bad, the sweet tinge mixing with a sour after scent. It wasn't the most pleasant but if you're being honest, it wasn't horrible. You put this aside and give him a dead stare, "You're so aggravating. Are you just allergic to help? Shut up and let tend to you."
He sits still after that, leaning back in the chair as you get to work. You tell him when it might hurt, he doesn't even flinch when you're prepared to extract the claw. Even the inside of his body isn't normal, his blood seeming to pulse out than continuously flow, the colour off in a blackish way. You had removed the bandages before, so the feeling of his leathery skin was odd, there was an odd sense to it that you couldn't describe. Darkness? How could you feel darkness?
You're priority is the claw wound, which you diligently tend to, cleaning and stitching it until you were satisfied with the result. You have a gauze left that you wrap onto him, sitting back on your heels to admire your work. "I'll have to check on it twice a day. If you need help bathing let me know, or I can instruct one of your men how to assist you without infecting the wound," you tell him, expecting him to blatantly deny any outside help.
Instead, he changes the topic entirely, speaking lowly, "I still can't help you."
"What?" You ask, mind still on the topic of his wellbeing.
He rolls his shoulders and looks to his tattered shirt, reaching to put it back on, though leaving it open, "To get back home, I still can't help you. You're wasting your time here."
Oh, so that's what he meant. You haven't spoken about it with him at all, and you did have questions you wanted to ask but you're not even sure if you have the mindset to discuss your fate immediately after learning the man you've been following is rotting before your eyes. It feels kinda shitty to bring up your trauma over his. You reach forward, fingertips grazing against the damaged skin above his stomach, wishing you could do something more than than bandage a wound, "Does it hurt?"
"I've had worse, at least it didn't come out the other side," he tilts his head to the claw, and you can imagine he might have a disinterested look by the sounds of his monotone voice.
You laugh, and you're not sure if he's saying that so you don't bring up his skin but you honestly can't believe what you're seeing, "No no, your body. Your flesh. Does it hurt?" You distantly wonder if that little vial of morphine you saved would alleviate it. Would it be a blessing of reprieve or a torture since it won't last?
Capitano sighs, probably the first sign of true emotion you've heard from him, "Yes, it's very painful. I'm used to it, however."
"Does the ointment help, the one you get from the medic tent? God I wish I could just," you frustratingly clench your fist before opening your palm to him, exhaling in sombre, "Take your pain away. I'm a medic in my world, but here I feel really useless sometimes."
You sit in comfortable silence, still crouched down before him. He hasn't removed your hand, you're not sure why but perhaps the cool touch it soothing to him? His muscles tense underneath you, and you only open your eyes when you feel him relax again. You're face-to-face with a strange light from your palm, a swirling breeze like a vortex coming inwards. You freaked out, retracting your hand fast but only getting a fraction of a distance before Capitano grasped your wrist, forcing you to press back against him. It's too late, whatever concentration you had fades, as does the light.
The way his shoulders sag gives a sense of disappointment. "What was that?" You practically whisper, a little scared of whatever just came from you.
He finally relents your hand, leaning back in his chair, "I believe... It's an ancient power. I shall do some research."
Capitano is curt, his head turned to the side and away from you. You get the hint, knees cracking loudly as you stand, causing you to laugh anxiously while you dust off the imaginary dirt from your thighs, "Y-Yeah, okay. Thank you. I'll check in on you in the morning."
Your goodnights are brief, the flap of the tent closing gently behind you.
There's a pyroslinger skirmisher standing guard at his tent, you give him a pointed finger and declare, "If you see him take off his bandages without me, you let me know! I won't tolerate my patients disrespecting my orders."
He gives you a salute, playing along, "Yes ma'am!"
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Capitano's body is corrupted by the abyss, he's been stuck in a torturous torment of decay for over 500 years. Your heart aches at this, a condition your mind struggles to comprehend but there is one saving grace you both had realised:
You have the power to ease his pain.
It's a form of light that counters his darkness, and whilst you can never truly cure him, you can certainly take the edge off and allow him to rest. Physical touch works the best, a few times now as you're focusing on his ailments has he fallen asleep. Now you provide mandatory rest, it had taken a lot of complaining and arguing but you finally managed to get him to take off his helmet.
"I've seen the aftermath of a person's skull from a violent car crash, I don't think it could be worse," you had told him.
To which he responded, "What is a car?"
Seamless to say, you were correct. If you were honest, you were expecting some sort of Freddy Krueger look, though he certainly didn't meet those expectations. What caught you off guard were the piercing blue of his eye. Sometimes, you had thought you'd caught a glimpse of them through the mask, whenever raw emotion truly shined from the Captain. Now, you know you weren't imagining things. One eyes was scarred shut, though he could open the lid, the eye itself was pale and sat naturally closed. The scar across it took up almost half of his face, his skin partially remained its true colour, though he says its faded over time. The blight that covers most of his body travels up his neck, like twisted vines growing along his cheeks and forehead. His long, black hair remained neat, only a few strands falling forward once the mask is removed.
The tent remains securely closed at the time, your back facing it as you both rest in the furs of his bed for extra security. You hum a song that doesn't exist here as you caress your fingers through his hair and down his neck, circling around his shoulders and along his spine. He rests comfortably in your lap while the light from you absorbs his pain. One of his hands reaches out, grasping your left hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, his own hand enveloping yours like a delicate treasure, "I'm not sure I could ever let you leave now. You should have turned around when you still had the chance."
You laugh, because you know Capitano and you know his values. Even as the alarm bells ring from the way he squeezes your hand, like he'll never let you go, you ignore them in favour of your naivety, "If I left then I would have been torn apart by monsters."
He grunts and rolls so he's on his back. Your smile is awkward from the position he's put himself in, your chin tilting up to lessen the double chin from looking down. His hand now reaches up to your face gently stroking your cheek as he thinks aloud, "So as long as I stay in dangerous areas, you won't run away."
His words are making you feel too uncomfortable, so you flick his forehead and scold him, "Stop being so weird. You've kept me safe this far along, right? As long as I'm here, I'm going to help you." You hold his hand against your cheek, hoping to comfort him with a smile, "Besides, who would I follow if not my Captain? Anyone else would just be a downgrade."
Capitano's stare is as piercing as ever. He takes his time sitting up, shirtless and uncaring of the cold temperature. You much prefer this angle, looking slightly up so you can still meet his gaze. True to Capitano fashion, he hits you with a curveball and says something that catches you off guard, "I want you to sleep with me tonight."
Your face goes red, eyes avoidant as you stammer, "F-For the comfort, right? To keep your pain at bay?"
You think this is the first time you've seen him smile and, if this is his joking tone then... What was everything else? "Of course, for the pain. Why, was there something else you had in mind?"
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little hell
finnick odair x reader
synopsis: you wished more than anything that he had left you to die in that arena, because nothing could hurt more than seeing him with her
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watching their ceremony had felt like you had drank poison. a burning fire had been brewing in your abdomen, and as they kissed, you had to swallow the bile that threatened to come out.
finnick had turned to face the onlookers, and smiled as he held annie’s hand. only you could notice the smile faltering as he gazed over you, and you looked down, not wanting to look at him any longer.
you had abandoned the wedding early, excusing yourself with the pain in your leg, that hadn’t bothered you since your days in the infirmary, but it was good enough.
you fought tears until you got behind closed doors, where with the commotion of the celebration, hid away the noises of your sobs. finnick knew, and you too had known, that annie would always hold a flame to his heart, but it was you who allowed yourself to fall in love, and it was him who gave you the hope.
days later, a soft knock on your door rang out and finally you had peeled yourself out of your bed to answer it. you couldn’t hide your surprise when you saw it was katniss, looking pale in her grey jumpsuit.
you let her in without question, and moved to sit on your bed, with katniss closing the door behind her.
you raised an eyebrow, “katniss. honestly you’re the last person i would expect to be here.”
katniss didn’t say anything for a moment, until finally, “i doubt you expected anyone at all.” you let out a bitter laugh, and nodded, “i suppose you are correct.”
katniss nodded, “but i’m not. finnick has been asking about you.”
you scoffed, “why does he even care? he’s a married man, he’s with her..” you trailed off, “im just here, the other woman..” you trailed off, and katniss swallowed thickly.
“i cant say anything for him,” she admitted, “but i will say that he is horrible for what he did- and how he lied to you both.” you nodded, forgetting completely about annie, who was oblivious to his indiscretions.
katniss had stayed with you for another moment, where she sat in a comforting silence.
finnick had been looking for you throughout the compound. he had hug onto annie as she did to him, but his eyes would still clear a room looking for you.
he had finally found you, and pulled himself away from annie with just a good enough excuse.
he made his way to you, and you turned to meet his eyes. you rolled your eyes, and sharply turned back on your heel, your feet carrying you to somewhere you didn’t even know you were going.
finnick called your name, desperation in his voice, you felt him hot on your feet. without thinking, he grabbed your arms, and threw you against the wall.
you gasped, and turned to see no one had even batted an eye at his slight aggression, but you were now in no position to ignore him.
finnick swallowed, looking down, “i’m sorry. for having to do this but you won’t talk to me otherwise.” you nodded your head slightly, and sighed, “and?” finnick inhaled, “i should have told you about annie. i- i don’t know what i was thinking.”
“i don’t either finnick. if you had any fucking brains, you would’ve left me to die out there, so you wouldn’t have to see my face around here, and feel that guilt.” you felt your eyes rim with tears, and you sniffled, “you should’ve killed me. done the mercy, finnick. and there’s not a day that goes by that i don’t hate you for what you didn’t do.”
finnick exhaled, and his voice felt shaky, as did his grip on your hands, “i know. i should’ve told you about annie, i should’ve stopped it but-“ he shrugged, “i love you.” he whispered.
you blinked and tears fell onto your cheeks, “you cant say that. you cant say that!” you pulled your arms free and threw him back. finnick fell back onto the wall and stared at you in shock, “you don’t get to fucking say that.” you yelled, and felt yourself heat with anger.
you shook your head, giving finnick one last look before you left him there.
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hii i am so happy you’re back! can you write something about carmy and reader being in a situationship/relationship but they’re co-workers and they are struggling to keep the tension between them a secret?
i am so so sorry this is so late but here it is!!
Tension
pairing -> carmen berzatto x y/n
trope -> tension. a good lot of tension. maybe some bad writing, i'm so rusty
word count -> 945 (again, im so so sorry for taking a whole week to write this)
summary -> every day it gets harder to hide that you and Carmen were a little more than friends...
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They say that if you can smell burning fish in the house when you aren’t cooking, there is probably an electrical fire somewhere in your house. Then of course, call emergency electrical services and make sure your house is safe.
There’s no sure fire way of telling if two people are messing around. The staff knows something is up. It’s obvious, but also there’s just a fog around it. Like if they just had one more clue, they could say hands down that you and Carmy were messing around. The way he looks at you. The way you give him small smiles. They could mean everything or they could mean absolutely nothing. You were a usually sweet and nice person, smiling at everyone. Sydney would trade theories with Tina and Marcus over if you and Carmen were together. Because on one hand, Carmen shouldn’t be in a relationship with literally anyone. Sydney couldn’t believe that a person as sane as you would date Carmen Berzatto aka the king of micromanaging. She couldn’t not see it happening but it was a little strange to see Carmen- allegedly- in love. Maybe love would change him. If you two were even together.
It was getting more and more obvious by the day. Carmen always went to the bakery section first. Totally just to check up on if anything had broken and if everything was running smoothly. Sydney would purposely walk by to see if you two had made some kind of slip up. But nada for weeks. That was, until Monday.
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Monday was not a good day for anyone. You were always pissed when Monday finally came, it meant that work started back up again. Swell. The only good part was seeing your Carmy. To be fair, you saw him every day. He looked better with bedhead and a smile, that’s for sure. But all you had to do was take a deep breath and not let anyone know that you spent basically every night in Carmy’s arms. Easy enough. Just continue doing the thing you were doing. Small smile. Take your break at different times. Don’t normally talk. Don’t fuck up.
The day started off fine. Carmy was a little more scatterbrained than usual but that was nothing new. You noticed that you were out of baking soda. Well, all you had to do was just get more. You pulled on your coat, told Marcus where you were going and walked out the front.
“Carmy, I’m going to the store to get more baking soda.” “Uh- Alright, babe.
You whipped around, wide eyed, hopefully no one had heard him. He realized what he had said and ran a hand through his hair. Dear god hoping no one had noticed. But Sydney had. She had started noticing it awhile ago. It was a pattern.
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The small looks. The strange niceness that Carmen sometimes showed you and only you. If you fucked up, there were the rare moments where Carmen wouldn’t immediately get mad. They snowballed. Each moment giving more reason for the others to suspect you. Every day it just got harder and harder. Wanting to be able to be even a little sweet to each other. You two talked about being able to say that you were together- in a way. You always get a little sad every time you can't be there for him. Every day it seemed that you were being more and more obvious, like someone knew. Like you wouldn’t have to hide soon enough.
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Closing time. Some would call it the best part of the day. You would call it the most dangerous. Everyone wanted out and was scrambling to get finished. This was the part of the day that tested both you and Carmen. You both knew that you couldn’t show it here but it was pent up. Hungry. You both wanted each other but you literally just couldn’t show it here. You knew that you would end up in his apartment. You knew it would happen but all you needed to do was pack up, look like you were walking home, then make a b-line for Carmen’s apartment.
You sighed, making sure everything was ready for tomorrow. Once you have made completely sure, you grab your bag and your coat. He was in his office, rifling through papers. Sydney was grabbing her stuff too, so you two couldn’t be as open as you wanted. It hurt. It was like a dull pain. Like all you wanted to do was feel but you couldn't.
“Hey…I’m packing up. I’ll see you later, I guess…” You both knew what that would mean. It would mean sloppy, tired, exhausted kisses and then fall asleep in each other's arms. Making up for lost time. Trying just to find some semblance of peace even if all you’re doing is running from it. A situationship can only be so fulfilling. Just coming to his apartment to eat dinner and roll around in the sheets. You wouldn’t be able to keep your secret forever.
“Yeah- Yeah, alright…See you…”
His voice was soft. It was only soft with you though, he gave you a tired smile. You knew that you would be wrapped in his arms later but as much as you wanted to be sweet and kind and caring but you knew that that would expose the two of you. You gave him a small smile as you walked out the back.
It wouldn’t happen today. It probably wouldn’t happen in a week. But as you left, and then subsequently as Carmen left, Sydney stayed behind.
She had her suspicions. Maybe you two weren’t so good at hiding it.
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tryin' his best ft. roronoa zoro!
i am once again thinking about zoro as a clueless boyfriend, completely new to the dating scene. no imagine, just imagine with me 😳😳
[modern au; zoro is a martial artist]
dont talk to me, im too busy thinking about the roronoa zoro as a confused husband boyfriend🤭 like can you imagine? the greatest martial artist of all time, the beast, the demon, the lord of the underworld. and yet, when you say, "i'm so tired, babe", he stands in all his 5'11 ft glory and goes blank. blank.
roronoa zoro was the sweetest man alive but holy fucking shit he was such an idiot clueless. for the past few days or so, the man had witnessed first hand how tired you were. your eyes were puffy, face dull and spirit broken. all those meetings at work; the relentless late-night calls, stay-backs and what nots had left you a mere husk of the woman you usually were. and so, he had decided to try his best to make sure his failing actions could comfort you when his words couldn't. and that started the chronicles of roronoa zoro's day of fuck-ups.
💚 zoro can't cook for shit. he knows that, you know that and your neighbour sanji (who is a chef by profession) knows that too. and yet one of these mornings, while the dew still clung helplessly onto the green leaves, he had gotten up and slipped into the kitchen. his plan was to surprise you with some breakfast. nothing too extravagant, maybe some easy mix pancakes? but all those plans came burning down when you were awoken with a shrill crash. hair knotted, face puffy, shirt slipping off of your shoulders and the first thing you see in the morning is zoro standing with flour on his chest and on the floor. and there lay an upside down steel bowl on the floor at the edge of his feet. "zoro?" you mumbled sleepily, assessing the damage, "what are you even upto? it's seven on a sunday." "yn- uh, you go back to sleep-i'll deal with this mess." if he was trying to appear nonchalant, he was failing. his eyes were blown out, forehead creased, lips pursed as if he had committed the worst atrocity mankind had witnessed. in a way, he had. he knew it was a sunday. he also knew it was your only day off so you should have been sleeping in instead of picking after his dumbass in the kitchen. "zoro?" you asked again but he refused to say anything more. when you gave him a look of steel, the moss-head carefully avoided your gaze before sheepishly admitting, "sorry. i was trying to figure out how to make you some pancakes." your gaze softened, "were you? that's so sweet of you, zo." you walked towards him, careful as to not step on the mess. your casual touched dusted off the flour from his navy shirt that had he slept in. once you were satisfied with the state of the shirt, you had resorted to an honest smile, "come on, let's clean this up first, yeah?" "but you should sleep-" "babe- with all due respect- if i leave you to clean this, i think you will set the kitchen on fire"
💚 on his next attempt to cheer you up in the afternoon, he planned on giving you a massage. you both had been dating a good few months and he had certainly touched you in more ways than just hand-holding but... this was new. he had never really done this for anyone before and so, what if you hated it or he did it wrong? but the man had put all his wayward thoughts aside. maybe his hands could knead away the stress from your aching muscles where his words failed to comfort you? and so, the bed dipped next to you as he came and sat down. you were lying on your stomach, scrolling on your phone. his fingers lightly skimmed your back and you jolted involuntarily at the intrusive touch. looking back, you muttered, "zoro? baby?" "just um, try to relax okay?" his palm flattened against your back. he applied some force, moving his hands up and down against your tank top, kneading the flesh underneath. you seemed to melt under his earnest touches, allowing your muscles to go slack under him. dropping your phone on the bed, you carefully had tucked your head under your arms and then, you yelped, "zoRO-" "yeah?!" he stopped all movements, panicked at your sudden reaction. "it hurt." you gave him a pained look before sighing, "you put too much force, babe." "did i? sorry" he chewed on the inside of his cheek, "sorry, really. do you want me to try again?" you gave him a kind smile before tucking your head back in under your arms and stuffing your face against the pillow. "it's okay, i am just gonna lay down for a while okay?"
💚 as truly a last resort, he called up nami and told her his problem (all grumbling and shit). after the red-head had laughed for five minutes at the martial artist's inculpabilities, she finally decided to help. she pondered for a second, staring at the screen intensely before saying "i dunno? me and vivi usually get like our favourite take out and just re-watch a comfort movie. it's pretty cozy and an easy way to deal with the general stress of life, you know?" "should i do that?" zoro mumbled, resting his head against the headrest of his car. he sighed, "did she tell you anything else if it's been bothering her? other than work i mean?" "she didn't say it out loud but having you as a boyfriend must be a pain in the ass anyways." "has anyone told you you're a royal bitch?" the words were harsh but his lips were pressed into a easy smile. "hah, yeah they have. but anyways, aren't you her boyfriend?" nami snapped back although she sported a smile of her own, "shouldn't you know what you should be doing to cheer her up? honestly she doesn't deserve an idiot like you." "hey, i've had a rough day okay? lay off of me." zoro bit back. "fine, whatever. just surprise her. i am sure she'd like it."
💚 and so, roronoa zoro's final mission had begun. he had picked up your favourite food from the chinese restaurant that you always ordered from. he had picked up a huge bouquet of flowers. and he had picked up a chocolate cake as desert. on the ride back home, he had even thought about what movie you both would watch. yes. yes. there's no way he could fuck it up now. he was ready to do his best. he opened the door with a wobbling right hand while his left held onto all the things. the cake carton was perched on his fingers, the takeout on another two fingers, the bouquet tucked between his bicep and chest. he wouldn't lie. it was a struggle to get everything in in one trip (especially with his level of patience when it comes to small, annoying things like this.) but it was all for you, so, it had to be worth it. tumbling in, he set everything on the coffee table in front of your tv. and then, he walked into the bedroom where you lay sleeping in the same position he had left you in the afternoon. it had been over three hours and you hadn't stirred even one inch. god, how tired were you? slowly closing the door behind him, he stepped back into the living room.
💚 your eyes were hazy and throat unusually dry when you stepped into the living room. your muscles were somehow even more tired and you were sure your body, mind and soul were incapable of doing anything but curling up and falling asleep again. on instinct, you searched for your boyfriend. "zoro?" you squinted at the man in front of you as he was in the process of setting down food on the table. and looking around, you noticed the huge bouquet perched on the sofa. "hey-" he turned towards you wide-eyed as if you had caught him doing something wrong, "uh- hi? hey? you're up already?" "whatcha doing? what's that?" you mumbled as you walked over to him, still not processing reality. as you stared down at the table, you wondered aloud, "food?" he sighed, defeated, "yeah." your brain fog cleared up and you looked up at his blushing face wide-eyed, "wait! you bought me food?" you turned on your heel to look at the bouquet and picked it up, "and this?" rubbing the back of his neck, he looked away from you, "it was actually meant to be a surprise cause i thought you were sleeping. but-" "zoroo!!" you practically lunged at him. your hands closed in around him as you rested your head against his well-built chest. hearing his quickened heart-beat, you eased even more against his familiar, scorching skin. you buried your face even deeper against him, "thank you!" his fingers danced over your scalp. his husky voiced was accompanied by calculated strumming of his finger over your hair, "i am sorry, it was meant to be a surprise, really." you pulled away from him to look at him in disbelief, "why are you sorry?!" he swallowed thickly, eyes scattering away from yours, "because- i dunno, i suck as a boyfriend?" he winced at his admission but continued nonetheless, "i tried making you breakfast, ruined it. i tried giving you a massage, ruined that too. i tried to set up a surprise date and fucked that shit up too." "zo." your fingers are delicate against his cheek, bringing his eyes back to yours. you gave him a small smile, "you tried. for me. that's what matters." although a smile blossomed on his lips, he washed it away with another sigh, "you're just saying that 'cause you don't wanna admit i'm a fuck-up in the boyfriend category." you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, "i am saying this because i love you. and you make me feel loved." "really?" you laughed, "i mean your massaging skills can use a bit of work but... yeah, other than that you're good. really." "i'm glad me being an idiot is endearing to you." he gave you a grin, "so, wanna eat? i'm kinda hungry." "yesss!!" you mirrored his smile. you paused for a second then wondered aloud, "you know what? i think i'm gonna call in sick tomorrow. we can hang out, just you and me." "oh, really?" he scrunched his nose up as if in deep thought, "then we gotta celebrate. you know there's cake in the fridge." "OMG I LOVE YOU!!" so, yeah, roronoa zoro might be kind of an idiot. but he was your idiot.
i wanna take domestic zoro and trap him in a bottle. i wanna just keep him like that. i really liked how this turned out lol. hope you guys did too <3
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to sweet ❣︎
❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!
❣︎ ➝ Tags:katsuki bakugou and super sweet fem reader! fluff and angst(?)
❣︎ ➝ A/n:hey guys!! another katsuki fic because why not also (^w^) i swear im going to write a fully happy fluffy fic soon i just need more angst practice (◞‸◟)so for now you guys will suffer ( `▽´ ) this is also kind of rushed anyways ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy ⁽˙³˙⁾
When katsuki came to UA he hated everyone especially you.He didnt know why nor did he question it,he knew he hated you since the day you introduced yourself to the class all smiles and laughter, oh he hated it loathed it even everything about was to sweet the way your laughter filled the whole classroom,the way your bracelets clunked together in a beautiful remedy everytime you talked about something interesting,the way your perfume smelled like a mix of flowers and fruits,how you were so kind to everyone even him oh he hated that the most.
So obviously he made it his mission to ruin you,to break that sweet and kind personality of yours to find the monster underneath.He picked on you day after day calling you more insults than anyone else,pushing you in hallways,he even ripped your homework on “accident” after he stepped on it, and all you could do was flash him a sweet smile and carry on about your day.he wanted nothing more than to break your sweet demeanor.
One day while doing a training exercise you and him had gotten partnered up the goal was for you to find him and capture him,his goal as a “villian” was to defeat you and put the capture cuffs on you.He was so eager to finally be able to take out frustration on you and you to fight back.When this battle was going down of course he antagonized you yelling at you to come out from hiding,his location easily being revealed.You had sneak attacked him from the back giving you an easy win that wasnt even the worst part,the worst part was the fact that you had barely used your quirk and when he fell you offered a hand to help him up.
yeah he really hated you now.
He hated you so much because no matter what he did you still saw the good in him.He didnt realize this until one evening in the common room in the dorms.He was on the couch in a black tank top,red pajama pants losely hanging on his legs,reading glasses on his nose.You were in the kitchen in your pajamas,hair slightly frizzled from sleep,once you had grabbed you glass of water and a snack you headed to the couch toward him sitting down on the opposite side of him watching whatever show on your phone.He didnt say anything he just kept reading his book a comfortable silence falling over the room.Until he finally spoke up.
“Nerd can i ask you something”
“mhm”
“Why are you so damn nice to me” he said closing his book to look at you.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
You said it like it didnt pain you to be nice to him,like everytime you talked to him you chest wasn’t on fire,or maybe that was just him.Everytime he saw you his chest started to hurt,his stomach bubbling with something unpleasant maybe thats why he hated you because you could so easily get under his skin with your kindness having no trouble at all to show it and how much you believed in him.
So after a couple of months you broke down his tough demeanor he began to love the way your laughter drew him in like a siren,the way your bracelets so beautifully clanged together when you talked about something that interested you,the way he could recognize the smell of your perfume,he loved it so much it made his chest burn.
While his tough exterior began to soften,yours began to grow rougher.Your smile being a rare sight,your personality becoming colder,your responses shorter.He noticed this one day and of course he had to confront you after class.
“Oi whats wrong with you nerd”he said standing in front of your desk.
“What do you mean”you glared at him your once so loving eyes filled with hatred
“You haven’t been your usual annoying self”
“Well excuse me for being tired of being treated like shit”
“What the hell has gotten into you”
“I dont katsuki why dont you tell me huh? this is what you wanted right? to make me hate you well you got what you wanted..you know i tried being nice to you because i saw good in you,i knew that you accepting kindness would take time but you dont get to treat me like scum on the bottom of your damn shoe…Leave me alone bakugou.” you grabbed your things and stormed off
This isnt how he want this to go down he just didnt know how to explain himself so he watched you storm off that pain in his chest again,that weird bubbling feeling in his stomach,he wanted to call out to you to grab your wrist and explain everything.But he couldn’t not with the overwhelming growing lump in his throat.
Just then he realized that he didnt hate you,he never has,in reality he liked you
No he loved you
#mha x reader#bnha#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki#mha#mha fluff#fluff#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo mha#katsuki x you#bnha bakugo katsuki#bnha x reader#boku no hero academia#katsuki x y/n#katsuki fluff#angst?#mha fanfiction#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#writes ❣︎
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you’re okay
summary - you’re anxious but harry will always be there
a/n: im so nervous about hslot tomorrow so i thought i’d write this <333
“There he is!”
An encore of cheers for Harry fill the room as he runs in all sweaty, taking a short ten minute break before his encore.
His all black outfit is something to make you melt from how hot he is. You don’t even think he actually understands how gorgeous he looks right now. His hair is disheveled from running around on stage and his clothes are sticky with sweat.
You want to go up to him and give him a hug and a kiss for the show so far, but your anxiety roots you to the sofa.
You don’t even think you have anything to really be anxious for, but sometimes your nerves and shakes come over you when you least expect them. Your chest feels like it’s hollowing and your stomach feels like it’s swimming with butterflies. They’re both horrible feelings and you can’t seem to stop them. The shake in your hands in your only tell, to other people, as well as your bouncing knee.
Harry hugs a couple of people and he’s passed a water bottle by Brad. He guzzles it down quick and thanks him afterwards.
He then spots you, sitting in the plush velvet couch that he brings on tour with him. A sofa you both picked out together and Harry can’t be apart from.
Harry is quick to crouch down in front of you, putting a ring-filled hand on your knee to control the nervous tremors.
“Baby, what’s got you all anxious?” He asks softly, trying to keep his volume low so people don’t start to listen in.
“I don’t know.” You say, teary eyed slightly. “No. I’m fine, i’m fine.” You shake your head defiantly, convincing yourself more than Harry.
“It would be okay if you weren’t fine, you know?”
You nod your head and notice your foot now bobbing away because your knee couldn’t.
Harry keeps his focus on you. He doesn’t deter for anyone or anything.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You begun shaking your head instead and look down at where your fingers are fiddling with each other. You furrow your eyebrows as you try to think of ways to keep your tears back.
“I don’t need an apology, baby. If you need to apologise to anyone, it’s yourself, because you should be kinder to yourself.”
He moves in a little further towards you, using another hand to cup over your smaller ones. He holds onto you tight, grounding you.
“Sorry.” You barely whisper.
“I have to give fifteen more minutes of myself to all those people out there and then i’m completely yours for the rest of the night, okay?”
“Completely?” You look at him with hopeful eyes.
Normally Harry is busy whisked away to complete various business tasks or music recordings after his shows, but his words carry hope that it’s just you and him tonight.
“Absolutely. We can do whatever you want. The Harry Potter movies are on Netflix now, we could do a marathon? Or just watch ‘Goblet of Fire’? I won’t even get jealous when you fawn over Cedric.” He giggles and you can’t help but give a small laugh back.
You take the time to notice your hands have stopped twitching now, thanks to his, and your leg bounces are a lot calmer.
“Can we get a Dominoes takeaway too?”
“I’ll ask Jeff to call it in now, so it’ll be ready for us at 10:30, okay?” He squeezes your hands for reassurance. “Just promise me you’ll be okay for another 15 minutes. I’ll be as quick as possible.”
“I promise. I feel better now anyway.” You smile genuinely.
“Good.” He leans over to kiss your hands softly.
“H? We need you back now.” A member of the crew calls for him across the room.
“Go be brilliant.” You tell him.
“Go be brave.” He replies.
He stands up and leans over to kiss you, promising a proper kiss when he returns. For now you just enjoy a little kiss with your sweaty boyfriend.
He kisses the top of your head before turning to leave the room, screaming as he leaves; “I love you Y/N!”
All because of Harry does your anxiety slowly disappear and the warmth spreads over your heart once more.
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Older Spencer and choking kink please im
begging you🙏
Stress Relief
In which… well… you know 😉
Warnings: smut!!! Choking kink, penetrative sex, oral (m rec), semi-public, slight degradation (slut is used twice), slight praise, hand kink??, age gap, dom!spencer, bratty!sub!reader, kinda like a no strings attached relationship??, He’s kinda mean in this, weed is mentioned… lmk if I missed anything!!
Professor!Spencer Reid x student!fem!reader
College was hard.
Sometimes all she needed was a helping hand to relieve her stress. She couldn’t find anyone who could actually satisfy her needs.
That was until she sat in professor Reid’s class. She saw him pacing around the stage, hands fidgeting with each other. She didn’t see a ring. She smiled and kissed her teeth.
They made eye contact every few minutes. It was safe to say that Professor Reid was distracted by her, entranced almost.
He asked her to stay after class, she did. He came on strong. She liked it. Then, she sucked his dick underneath his desk.
Long story short, she belonged to Professor Reid now. He made sure that she knew that. Every single time they had their little after class meet ups, he made sure that she knew she was his and no one else’s.
It was a peaceful Wednesday afternoon, Y/N had no plans of staying after class, she had too much work to get finished.
She listened to his lecture, took notes. He looked at her, she looked at him, the same thing as always.
He dismissed class and she almost got out but he called to her. He usually didn’t have to, she knew to come straight to him.
“Y/N,” She heard her name and sighed a bit. She turned around and made her way towards him.
"Good afternoon, Professor." She smiled, looking up at his tall figure.
He smiled at her. "Where were you going just now?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing.
She swallowed nervously and bit her lip, knowing it would drive him crazy on the inside. "I was going back to my dorm. I h-have a lot of stressful work so..."
Professor Reid tilted his head to the side and stuck his hands in his pockets, nodding a bit. "Have you been stressed for a while, Y/N?" He moved closer to her.
Her breath hitched and she blinked. "F-for a couple of weeks, yeah." She nodded, tongue grazing her lips.
He nodded, feigning sympathy. “Well, you know what we talked about, right?” He asked. “When you have too much to do and you just want… a break.” He moved closer, one hand coming out of his pocket to grab her hip harshly.
She bit her lip leaning into him. “Y-yeah.”
“Do you want a break, Y/N?” He asked, glancing at her parted lip. She started to not but he reached forward and grabbed her chin, thumb on her bottom lip. “Words.”
“Y-yes, please.”
His other hand came out of his pocket and he pulled her into him all the way, chest to chest. “All the little college boys would love to have a girl like you in their bed.” He said, tapping her lips.
She looked up at him, attitude in her eyes. “Yet, I’ve never been in yours.” She shrugged, looking to the side. “I could easily spend the night in someone else’s.” She teased.
He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, but you won’t.” He whispered almost sounding angry.
She was on fire in the places his hands were. One on her hip and one on the side of her face, moving down dangerously. “Yeah, why’s that?”
Professor Reid just smirked and raised his brows. “Are you gonna get on your knees or do I have to make you?” His words made her weak, wet. She loved it when he talked to her this way.
She smirked and bit her lip, her knees bending. She got down on them, the hard wood stinging at first and then becoming familiar. She looked up at his face and then eyed the tent that poked up through his pants.
“You’re such a brat.” He shook his head. He reached for his belt but she stopped him and did it herself.
She smiled innocently, pulling his belt through the loops. “Oh, but Professor, last week you said I was an Angel.” She looked up at him through her lashes.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Yeah, you were doing something else when I said that,” he gestured to her on her knees. “So do it and you just might be my angel again.”
She kissed her teeth and pulled his slacks down with his boxers, mouth watering at the sight of him. Yes, she had seen it before but it surprised her every single time.
Opening her mouth, she leaned forward and took the base of his length in her hand. She closed her eyes and licked the tip, shuffling impossibly closer to him.
His hand placed itself on the back of her head but gently; not forcing anything. She opened her eyes and made eye contact, winking at him before opening her mouth wider, taking what she could fit into her mouth. The rest she just pumped with her hand.
She watched his head fall back in pleasure, a low groan leaving his mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling his length. His hand fisted her hair, pulling slightly. “Fuck…”
Y/N moaned around his dick, her pace speeding up. “You look so good like that.” He groaned. “Something to keep you from talking— shit— yeah, I see you talking during my fucking class—“ He stopped speaking, tightening his fist around her hair. “Next time you wanna talk when I’m talking, think about this moment, right here.” He reached down, stopping her head from moving, hand dangerously close to the top of her throat. She nodded, almost gagging when she felt his cock slide deeper down her tongue.
He began to thrust inside her mouth. She looked up at him, tears of fucking joy pricking the corners of her eyes. Never had he ever met a woman who took pleasure in pleasuring him. “Your mouth was made for me.” He grunted. “This filthy little mouth is m-mine— fuck— Understand?” He asked, looking down at her.
She nodded almost immediately, opening her mouth and flattening her tongue, sticking it out as his dick slid back and forth against it. “You’re so sexy,”
Not even a minute later, he was ready to finish. Her mouth was truly magical. “Are you gonna let me fill this pretty mouth?” She nodded again, closing her mouth around him again, gripping his thighs, nails digging in subconsciously.
“Fuck— you do so good…” He said, biting his lip. He paused his movements, breathing heavily, chest heaving.
He came, hot liquid filling her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut tasting the salty liquid on her tongue. She opened her eyes when he was done and swallowed so he could see her. His hand was removed from the back of her head, he grabbed her chin, rubbing the corner of her mouth to get rid of a small spot of his come that spilled from her mouth.
“Stand up.” He ordered, his hand remained on the side of her face. She got off of her knees, eyes never leaving his. “Take off that pretty little skirt and go sit on my desk.”
Her cheeks burned. She couldn’t believe she was letting a man old enough to be her dad fuck her. She walked away from him, towards the door to his office and walked in.
She pulled off her skirt and laid it neatly on the top of his organized desk. She bit her lip and slid onto the cool surface, jolting a bit at the nice feeling of the smooth wood against her ass. Her underwear was beyond wet, she wondered if he still wanted her to wear them.
He walked in a few seconds later, eyes amused. A smirk played at his lips, his hair was wild. She liked it. “Last time we did this, you couldn’t take it.” He shook his head.
It was true. Last time, she was too overstimulated to let him continue.
“I had to get myself off with just your tiny little lace panties,” He leaned forward, arms on either side of her, trapping her almost. “Which I still have by the way.” He reached into the tiny drawer on the side of his desk and there they were. Pink lace underwear sat there all folded up and neat.
“I can take it this time, Professor.” She nodded, looking down at his lips. He raised his brows. “I swear I can.”
He nodded, tongue sweeping out to lick his lips. His hand trailed up her arms, nails scraping against her hot skin gently. “We’ll see.” He shrugged.
It took her by surprise when the hand that was tracing her collar bones reached down between her legs and literally tore her underwear off of her. She gasped and bit her lip, eyes glancing from the pile of fabric on the floor next to his foot to the smirk on his lips.
Her core quivered with anticipation. “Please… I’m ready professor.” She nodded.
He tilted his head. “You know it drives me crazy when you call me that, right?”
She nodded, her own smirk taking over. “I could tell.” She whispered. “I might talk in your class but I do pay attention, you know?”
He chuckled, one hand going between her legs again and rubbing softly. He watched her mouth drop open, mirroring her actions slightly. “So wet and I haven’t even touched you,” he shook his head and tapped her clit with his thumb.
“Please,” She whimpered.
He tilted his head. “Please what?” He asked, thumb circling her clit painfully slowly.
“I— fuck, I want you inside me.” Her face burned at her own words and at how he looked at her.
His finger teased her hole. “What? You want my fingers inside you?” He asked. He knew exactly what she wanted but he was going to make her specifically ask for it. She immediately grabbed his wrist and held it tightly.
“N-no… you know what I want, professor.” She said, narrowing her eyes.
“Say it.”
“No. Please,”
He tilted his head again. “You don’t say it, you leave and go back to your sad little dorm where all of your work is waiting for you.” She rolled her eyes and sharply inhaled when his fingers pressed against her clit again.
“Fine…” she swallowed her pride. “I want your dick inside me, professor.” She said. “Is that too much for me to ask for?” She spread her legs farther than before.
He pulled his pants down again, dropping them all the way to his ankles this time. He grabbed his dick and rubbed it through her folds. She whined quietly. His other hand began creeping up towards her neck again and she furrowed her brows.
“Are you holding back, professor?” She asked, pouty lips present.
He looked up from her dripping core at her face with a confused expression. “What?”
“You’ve place your hand near my neck a total of three times now.” She said. “It looks like you… want to choke me.”
His breath stuttered. “Oh wow, look at that. You actually have been paying attention.” He paused, still teasing her with the head of his cock.
“Please, professor.” He almost stopped breathing. “Choke. Me.”
His eyes popped a little, lit up almost. His hand slowly slid from the top of her collar bone to her throat. His large hand closed around it and she shut her eyes, mouth open.
Spencer pushed inside of her, eliciting a gasp and then a moan. She grabbed his wrist and opened her eyes for just a moment. “Harder.” Somehow he knew that she meant to choke her harder and tightened his grip on her. “Move, professor, please!”
He began to rock his hips slowly, lip caught between his teeth as he glanced from his hand around her neck to his dick disappearing inside of her over and over. “F-faster.” She stuttered, finding it quite hard to speak with him choking her.
“Do you like this? Huh, slut?” He asked, moving faster.
“Y…yours…” She whispered, tongue sliding over her lips. Her nails dug into his wrist.
Spencer tilted his head back a bit. “You’re my slut?” He asked. She nodded rapidly. “Damn right.”
She closed her eyes, moaning loudly. His other hand was gripping her hip so tight she might have been bruised by the end of it. “Fuck— feels so— g-good.” Her voice was quiet, broken. He found it sexy that she could barely speak.
“Am I squeezing too hard?” He asked, letting up the pressure just a bit.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she clenched around him, shaking her head. “Per-perfect.”
He groaned loudly and leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. His hand stayed on it place around her throat, loving how responsive she was.
She moaned into his mouth when his thrusts became harder and harder. “That feel good?” He asked, pulling away from her lips harshly. She nodded immediately and rapidly.
“S-so good.”
He could tell that she was close by the way her muscles were constricting. “Are you trying to hold back for me?” Her eyes opened slightly. She couldn’t find the words to say so she just nodded slightly. “Don’t fucking hold back, baby. I wanna see how good you can come for me.”
She let out a loud, high pitched moan as his dick moved faster inside of her. “Gonna c—“
“Shhhh.” He shook his head, his other hand came up to press his fingers against her lips. “Don’t talk, you’re gonna run out of air.” He said, giving her throat another squeeze to remind her of the situation she was in.
She sighed against his fingers and closed her eyes. Her legs began to shake, her chest heaved faster. Her muffled moans filled the room, she even bit down on his hand a bit to stop it from being so loud. She came hard, her eyes squeezed closed and her nails dug into his wrists.
She felt his cock pulse inside and spill into her. “Fuck!”
His hand left her mouth and he heard her heavy breaths. She laid back onto his desk, exhausted. He let go of her neck, both hands landing where her hips meet the tops of her thighs, he was still inside of her.
“Do you think you’ve have a good enough break?” He asked once both of their breaths slowed.
“Screw weed, this is the best stress reliever out there.”
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yuhhhhhh smut!!!!!
I feel like this is one of the best ones I’ve written— feel free to tell me otherwise—
Love whoever requested this!!!
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#spencer reid#spencer fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid smut#criminal minds imagine#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x original female character#criminal minds#spencer x oc#spencer x reader
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Percy doing a little bit (or a lot) of everything
i know everyone won’t agree with this future for him, but humor me
percy in college figuring out that he doesn’t want to be stuck in a lab, but he wants to make a difference. he can talk to animals. he wants to use that ability for good. he wants to help animals in some way
percy wanting to become a veterinarian for aquatic animals. he doubts himself, becasue it takes someone smart and hard-working, but annabeth has full faith in him. and he finds he actually really likes learning about how sea animals function, and how to help them. once he’s a vet, he knows he made the right choice. he loves going to work every day, wherever that is. an aquarium, a marine clinic, the ocean, it doesn’t matter. he listens to the animals and helps them in a way that no other vet on earth can. his co-workers call him the animal whisperer. (which he finds funny, because he’s not whispering, just having a normal semi-telepathic conversation)
while he’s preparing for vet school, percy has an experience that makes him begin to take notice of people and animals dying in fires. he figures “i’m fire resistant. i can control water. im strong. i think quick on my feet… i can help.” so throughout vet school, he’s a firefighter. he loves it. he gets to save people every day. he gets action. he thrives. he saves so many lives. he even takes ownership of the fire house’s new dog - a dalmatian-shepherd mix. he says it’s just for a bit, but the dog ends up as his and annabeth’s family pet (which annabeth totally knew would happen). but he loves being a firefighter. it makes him feel like he’s using his abilities to help people, not just kill endless amounts of monsters. he actually feels like a real hero this way.
percy becoming certified as a professional diver so he can do deep sea rescues, for animals mainly, but he ends up doing human rescues too. in tragedies like the thai cave rescue, he’s there. he’s the pro diver on call for an emergency - human or animal related. he’ll dive any depth to save a life. he’ll even just do it to help researchers, or historians, or anyone, really. and he never charges much, if anything at all.
percy volunteering as a marine wildlife rescuer. he’ll answer a call, day or night. he’ll help get a shark off the beach, cut rope off of a whale, save sea turtles caught in a net. it doesn’t matter, he’s there. and it’s nothing new for him.
percy maybe even writhing a book or two over the course of his life.
percy going on some boat expeditions, which he always leads.
percy maybe even one day teaching, when he’s older and his kids are grown. whether it’s 12 year olds with dyslexia or whether he’s teaching a college class on aquatic animals or greek history. he’d be good at it. he’s patient.
percy doing multiple great things throughout his life. percy using his experiences and abilities for good. percy not letting his past - being kicked out of every school, making bad grades, being thought of as stupid - define him. not letting his past stop him.
percy doing a little bit (or a lot) of everything. becasue he can. becasue he’s alive. becasue he’s talented. becasue he’s intelligent. and because he has a huge heart.
and he has the most supportive partner in the whole world.
percy thriving in life.
#people who say he’s too dumb to do anything other than teach surfing dont give him enough credit#percy jackson is incredible#he can do anything he wants#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#percabeth#pjo#chalice of the gods#annabeth chase
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Headcanons: The Ghoulettes + Mountain first meeting / Developing a crush on you
Part 1
Here's part 2 :p IM SO SORRY MOUNTAIN GHOUL ENJOYERS HERE'S YOUR FOOD
Cumulus
• She immediately stands out to you because of her long, curly, white hair. She flashed you a smile and welcomed you to the team.
• The more you got to know her, the more she stood out as the mom-friend of the group.
• Bascically adopts you into the ghoul-friend group. Anyone says anything bad about you will have the 'lioness' to deal with.
• You help her with practicing piano and keyboard. She likes to harmonize with your voice, and sometimes she sings along.
• Winter arrives and the fire ghouls are usually working to heat up the ministry. She invites you to cuddle, since that's what ghouls do to preserve body temperature.
• Presing your body close to hers, you tuck your head under her chin. She whispers an 'Oh my' as she feels her heart beat getting faster. She purred as you fell asleep in her arms.
• Swiss wanted to join, but she growled and swiped at him. "My bad"
• That's a thing that became more common between you two, even if it wasn't cold outside anymore.
• She starts to fuss over you more like she's your wife, which you jokingly call her.
Cirrus
• Is pretty similar to Mist, the only thing that's different is how quickly her mood changes. It's super scary
• At first she was stone faced like the previous Era of ghouls, but as soon as you said hi she was smiles and rainbows.
• Was the one who seemed the most trust worthy at the time, so she's your main ghoul to talk to.
• Pretty playful and flirty, like a mix of Aurora and Swiss. Loves it when you pet her or scratch under her chin.
• Started to feel more attracted to you once she realized her attraction to you wasn't just friendship. It was romantic. Pretty simple when she came to terms with it.
• Overthinks her crush. Is it real? Is it just ghoul hormones or your pheromones? Does she just want you, or does she want all of you?
• Gets jealous pretty easily. Doesn't like it when the Ghouls flirt with you, or you give them attention.
• Almost starts a fight with another ghoul because they stared little too long at you
Aurora
• Is bascically the stereotype of that one girl that wants/ is friends with everyone.
• Very excited to meet you, shakes your hand vigorously. Introduces you to the rest of the ghoulettes instead of letting them do it.
• "Yeah, Aurora's one of the newer ghouls" Cirrus tells you.
• Wants to hang out with you 24/7. You are her bestie afterall! Sleepovers, making friendship bracelets, gossip or shit talking. Her personality is heavily inspired by chickflicks.
• Her hair is naturally a very light green which fades into a dark blue at her roots. One day she decides she wants to dye some strands a neon pink. You help her ofc.
• You had changed into a shirt that was way too big on you, it slid down your shoulders and it took every ounce of her willpower not to shove her nose in her neck. The smell of a human was irresistible to a ghoul.
• "Shit, I can't get this one spot" you sit on her lap and hold her face while you use the brush to finish the bangs. Her ears turned red and her tail wrapped around your leg.
• "Uh, Rora. You good?" "Yeah totally!"
• Didn't keep it a secret that she had a crush on you when talking to the other Ghouls.
• "Ugh I want them so bad" "(Reader) and I already have 27 children in the scenario in my head" "I would kill for them ngl"
Mist
• The most imposing ghoulette, despite her stature.
• Doesn't say anything the first time you see eachother. She only stares you down, watching your every move.
• She's so serious at first, so you start teasing her. The Era 1-3 ghouls have darker skin, so a way you could tell she was blushing was when her cheeks turned a dark purple.
• Doesn't want to admit it, like it all. But she loves it when you tease her.
• "Where's (Reader)?" "They're in the left wing working today. Why?" "Nothing, if you tell (Reader) I asked about them I will end you"
• Not good at emotions. At all. Conflicted all the time because she fell in love so quickly. She has never been in love. Never.
• Refuses to talk about it with the others so she doesn't ruin her 'tough chick' persona.
• One time you snuck up behind her and poked her waist. She let out the cutest whine/yelp you had ever heard. She chased you around though.
• Also very protective
Mountain
• Oh where do I begin.
• Scares the living shit out of you because of how tall he is, by accident because bro just appeared out of the ground and dusted the dirt off his shoulders.
• Doesn't usually interact with the siblings of sin if at all. He's afraid of them
• Is actually very sweet though, he thinks you're a little weird at first. Not a bad weird, just very unusual.
• Stuff you say is usually hilarious. Your humor shocks him at first, but he gets used to it
• Mountain is usually very stressed, there's a lot going on in his head. Practice, more practice, duties, mental health. But for some reason, the loud thoughts in his head disappear when you say "hello"
• When you're not looking, he'll put flowers in your hair until you notice them.
• Ofcourse he knows he's in love, the earth ghouls at usually the ones most aware of emotion.
• When he follows you around the lawns and the gardens, a small patch of purple flowers are left in his footsteps
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls x reader#nameless ghouls#nameless ghoulettes#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#aurora ghoulette#mist ghoulette#mountain ghoul
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Jealous Clarisse has my heart, so could you do one where she's jealous of the reader with a new camper but she doesn't do anything because she thinks the reader doesn't like her and vice versa? with a happy ending please
Clarisse La Rue x Oblivious!FemReader
A/N- IM A JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS GIRLLL. If I can't have HER baby
Also sorry its a little short!!
Request are open
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Clarisse wasn't someone big on confronting their feelings, that is unless it's related to anger. So when she saw you standing with some other camper who was trying to be smitten. She scoffed and walked away.
She knew there was a chance you wouldn't like her, but the way that she finally got you to hang out with her, and how you were so cute near her, just gave her the impression that you did.
So she did what she usually did, which was go to the training field and punch a dummy. For the next few days, she was more aggressive toward others, If that's even possible …
Clarisse is just honestly someone who doesn't know how to react when her vulnerable side is declined because she never shows it to anyone. Her friend Selena (If that's what you call their relationship) told her that it wasn't fair to blame you, you had no idea.
But Clarisse thought she was being obvious, complimenting you, giving you extra portions of food, and lifting heavy things for you.
Along with being aggressive, or more sassy as some would say, she was constantly ignoring you. As much as she would hate to admit it she did feel a bit jealous, and now a part of her felt embarrassed and not good enough to keep trying.
This was the first time she had ever felt not good enough.
You, on the other hand, didn't know why she wasn’t speaking to you all of a sudden.
Every attempt to speak to her she’d scowl and walk in the other direction, trudging forward just like she did a year before when she didn't care for you at all.
You were stressed, not knowing what was wrong bothered you. You started to believe that she didn't like you, that maybe you said something that showed your interest and she got grossed out.
One day when you found her alone in the field you finally decided to confront her. At first she didn't notice you, throwing another punch at the dummy, but then when she did she turned away and walked towards the bench avoiding your gaze.
“Clarisse!” you called out, walking forward faster to get to her. “What do you want?” She asked sternly, which took you aback.
“What's with this?” you asked hinting at her attitude in a distressed voice which made her sign and turn to face you, you looked at her and truly saw nothing for a moment.
Even though Clarisse was upset, her hands still got slightly sweaty at the sight of you.
“What's with what?” She spoke up, her shoulders raising slightly with each heavy breath she took in. “This attitude, you’re like a completely different person.”
She rolled her eyes and turned back to the bench taking a sip from a water bottle, it was yours, the one you lent her when you got worried she wasn't drinking enough water.
Clarisse took it because she thought it was the closest thing she’d ever get to kissing your lips.
“I'm a different person? What about you, walking around talking to some kid who was clearly flirting with you! Don't you understand how much of a fool you made me feel?” she spoke, turning to look back at you, her eyebrows furrowed.
“Clarisse, what are you talking about!” you spoke up, “Stop playing dumb! That new kid.” She shouted at you, which made you take a step back away from her.
She never showed this side of her to you, the side that every Ares kid had, Anger.
Clarisse tried to calm down but a part of her felt like it was on fire. “That kid was a childhood friend … he's 5 years younger than me.” You spoke up with a disgusted look on your face, scoffing at her ignorance.
Clarisse could've sworn that kid was 6ft tall when she saw him.
You shook your head turning around to walk away “I’m such an idiot for liking you.” you spoke softly, but Clarisse heard you say it and her heart skipped a beat.
You liked her …
She wanted to run after you, she wanted to apologize and kiss you. But her embarrassment and realizing she was wrong made her stop and stay in place, her breathing deepening. When you were out of sight she threw the water bottle onto the ground in annoyance, and that's when she heard a yelp.
She turned to the side and saw Annabeth taking her hat off “Annabeth … get lost.” Clarisse would've been angry about Annabeth stalking, but she had bigger things to worry about.
“Talk to her.” Annabeth spoke up “One thing I know about Y/n is that she is a forgiving person … which is also a curse. She needs someone like you to help her make decisions like that.” Annabeth spoke before walking away.
And for once Clarisse agreed.
That night Clarisse walked up to your cabin and opened the door, it was late, and a lot of your siblings were giving her stares for going in the cabin at this time.
But she was on a mission.
She saw you propped up in your bunk with a small light shining behind your shoulder so you could read her book.
You looked so beautiful to her, she could take you right here if she could.
But she approached you, and when you finally noticed her you shut your book and turned the light off. “Y/n” Clarisse spoke softly, kneeling down “Please come outside.”
“I’m sleeping”
“No, you just talked.”
You sighed and turned to face her, sitting up in your bed, and Clarisse felt her heart skip another beat. “Fine … but make it quick,” you mumbled.
Clarisse smiled and took your hand, and you wrapped your fingers around hers. She brought you outside and turned to face her.
“Look I’m an idiot, I know but please forgive me. I can’t help being jealous and angry; it's just the way I am, and the way I always will be. I should've talked to you about it but I didn't, I just like you so much and seeing you smile at someone else made me hurt.”
You smiled at her and rolled your eyes as you looked to the side, but Clarisse didn't stop. She grabbed your hands and kissed them both as she looked at you “Princess please” she mumbled slightly and you could've sworn you saw a blush of embarrassment on her.
“Fine,” you said.
Clarisse was shocked, that was it? She was prepared to fight, do anything to win you back, but all she had to do was be truthful.
Her eyebrows slightly scrunched and she smiled “But just remember Clarisse, if you get jealous and decide to ignore me again I will end you.”
Clarisse nodded her head and placed her hands on your hips, hooking her fingers onto the inside of your pajama shorts and pulled you closer to her. She had a smirk on her face “Whatever you say ma’am”
And with that she kissed you softly, but eventually she depended on it as her hand went to the small of your back, pressing you against her.
#percy jackon and the olympians#x reader#clarisse la rue#clarisse x reader#wlw#percy jackson#camp half blood#wlw post#luke castellan#annabeth pjo
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> Mars in Houses < How you fight demons by becoming more demony ANd where others thirsty for yo Red-Bull-shit
Mars in First - Red bull gave you wings. your venom is oozing out yo teeth, but you still grinning at anything that moves. you act out a lot -and we let you - only because we don't wanna be the reason you lashed out - and you will justify your outbursts with any reason possible. because anything and everything makes you jump into a fist fight. and we don't wanna hear it was our fault later when we all know its your fault Mars in Second - Red bull made you sleep. you tired of fighting, but you will never surrender - so like what do you even want. your easily the most annoying person to get in a fight with because you never quit even if you lost the fight. passive in yo jabs but you a genius at pissing me off. and honestly the only reason i put up with it is because you so god damn sensual but your the definition of walking on egg shells Mars in Third - Red bull gave you intrusive thoughts. You are irrationally provocative and you don't even care that you just pissed everyone off with yo shit talking. you are able to have a conversation, but you must get the final word, and this final word, is why we all roll our eyes at you whenever you say yo 'piece.' notice how know one talks shit back to you? talk is cheap Mars in Fourth - Red bull gave you cancer - you hold in a lot, and we know your insides are boiling into a hot soup and thats why everyone so nice to you. we dont want to be the ones you vomit at. and we know its because yo mama made you bite yo tongue as a kid. and well we gotten used to it Mars in Fifth - Red bull gave you energy - get hyper - *dubstep**ksi appears** your dominant simply because your energy is overwhelming to others > you got the loudest laugh > the 'funniest' jokes > the biggest rawr xd > no one gonna step to you because you loud , and to extinguish yo flames we gotta call the fire brigade because you set the whole building on fire Mars in Sixth - Red bull gave you band aids/aids - you the most non combative person but can cut anyone so easily. you know exactly how to put someone down, and thats why you dont look for fights, because it feels like work at dis point. undercover freaks Mars in Seventh - Red bull gave you an erection - RED ROCKET RED ROCKET ummm do you really gotta show yo red rocket to everyone. seriously you working everyone as if you plan on sleeping with everyone. and the people you really wanna sleep with man, never seen a bigger simp, but keep pretending you a pimp, i mean i would too if i was as thirsty as you Mars in Eighth - Red bull gave you demon wings - scary. you can expose anyone by diggging into their psyche/secrets, and after you expose them, you console them, make them feel better about how you made them yo bitch. I mean its impressive how well you keep your secrets to yourself, but man do you exterminate everyone elses and its uncomfortable to be yo target Mars in Ninth - Red bull made you jump off something high - loud ambitions and a whole buncha energy. and well we know you have a grand plan to take over the world, but we done hearing about it we just waiting to see if you got the balls to do it. oh wow you actually jumped off the cliff and nearly died. was it as legendary as you thought it would be > i mean shit, imma talk about it so maybe? Mars in Tenth - Red bull made you put on a suit - Professionally a proffesional. a professional that proffeses they a profesional professionally like professionals who are proffesional. do you feel like i gave you the respect you deserved, or do you feeel im mocking you? they ask themselves this typa shit 24/7 because they dont wanna get spat on, but they so used to it - so they put themselves in only win win situations to avoid anything 'unprofessional'
Mars in Eleventh - Red bull gave you purpose - yall are kinda fearless but we all know its because you so afraid you wont get your way lol. but you masters at getting yo way, but that just means people dont wanna get in yo way... now ask yourself. how beneficial is this really. i mean at least nothing is an obstacle, but also no one helping you, becasue your attitude has convinced everyone you dont need help, and we also don't want to Mars in Twelfth - Red bull made you think he gave you wings - yall into infecting peoples minds; thats yo weapon. you know the exact right things to pull off to get people stuck in a thought loop of guessing what ifs of what is actually nothing at all. and this 'weapon' after a while, is completely useless after yo game is revealed, but yall are intriguing and are always shapeshifting into some new shit
#mars houses#astrology houses#astrology#astrology blog#astro community#astrology notes#astrology observations#astrology placements#house placements
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“no satoru! for the last time, no.”
“why not?” gojo whines, palms up from the other side of the kitchen island.
your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose and immediately try to calm down before dealing with your very worked up boyfriend.
“we are not going skinny dipping on campus! for the love of god, you just started teaching!” you huff out a tired laugh. “do you want to get fired?”
gojo opens his mouth to respond, but closes it soon after. you’re right, but he won’t admit that, not now.
“c’mon, nobody will be there after dark!” he pleads, damn near close to begging. he’s been asking for 3 days, and he’s not going to stop until you cave.
“you and i both know that doesn’t stop any students from leaving past curfew,” you remind him softly while you pour yourself a glass of water.
he thinks for a moment, twirling his glasses around by the arm.
“i guess that’s true,” he mumbles. “that was a few years ago though! don’t tell me that any ounce of fun left your body the second we left campus.”
you glare at him and he laughs. you know that it would be fun, sneaking around campus in the dark like giggling high schoolers once more. there is no way that the students know about the small lake anyway, they’ve only been there for a couple of days at this point.
you let out a sigh, and gojo knows he’s won.
“i’ll make it worth your while, trust me!” he waves you off with a smirk before waltzing into your shared room.
later that night, once the sun has just set, gojo warps the two of you onto campus. he does a once over of the halls to ensure the two of you won’t be followed, before walking with you towards the lake.
“i can’t believe i gave in again,” you look up towards the darkening sky as he snickers. “what are you going to say if you get caught? sorry, i know i just started teaching and need to be an example, but-“
“oh shut up,” he shakes his head and grabs your hand in his. the two of you walk for a few more moments before reaching your destination.
the water is completely still, almost glasslike in front of you. a couple birds sit on the dock, enjoying the cooler air together while the stars make their way into the sky. you feel comfortable, smiling slightly while you take in everything for a moment.
“you getting in or what?”
your mouth drops open as gojo appears in front of you, naked as the day he was born. clothes and glasses tossed by your feet in a pile and a wide smile playing at his lips.
“what, see somethin’ ya like? let’s get in!” gojo pats your bum before running towards the dock, laughing at the birds that scramble away before he leaps into the water with a splash.
you feel nervous all of a sudden. despite being with gojo for years, seeing him this way many times before, you feel nervous. thoughts of getting caught, costing him the job he started only days ago, just to do something reckless?
“it feels so good out here! you gotta get in, babe,” gojo waves at you, and you take a deep breath.
ignoring his whistles and faux cat-calls while you undress, you make quick work before shuffling towards the edge of the dock.
“want me to count to three?”
“im not 10, satoru,” you close your eyes for a second before leaping in, fully immersing yourself in the questionable behavior you’ve gotten yourself into tonight. you come to the surface with a gasp, and gojo looks at you with a joyful grin.
“i’m so glad i talked you into this,” he spins you around in the water for a moment. “isn’t this-“
the snap of a branch grabs your attention quickly, you and gojo both stiff as boards in the water. he frantically looks around, trying to see anything or anyone. your heart sinks.
just as gojo is about to get out of the water, a group of bunnies hop out of the bushes near the shore. gojo looks around once more before swimming back to you.
as soon as the two of you make eye contact, the laughing begins. both of you cracking up, laughing both in relief and at how ridiculous the entire thing is. gojo picks you up again, twirling you around before tossing you in the water. he smiles ear to ear and you giggle and splash around, just like teenagers again.
he will remember this forever, and will always talk you into all of his stupid ideas.
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x reader fluff#gojo fluff#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk fluff
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Shifting Timeframe? Pick A Pile
Welcome back to my bi-weekly pick a piles!! I was compelled by spirit to do a timeframe of when you will probably shift. Remember, general reading and YOU have the POWER to change it.
Also I've been seeing 325 a lot - 3/25 is actually my birthday SOOO if anyone knows what that means please tell me!
Everything comes with a grain of salt, I will also have a shufflemancy going on in the background.
So, take a deep breath in...
Now out...
What emoji is your third eye telling you to pick?
🥚|🍭|🍬|🍶
pile 1 -- egg
A Month and a half, your day to shine.
Cards: Strength reversed, The Tower, Temperance, Knight of Cups
BESTIE OMG UR SO CLOSE TO SHIFTING WTF IM SO PROUD OF YOU, I KNOW ITS BEEN HARD BECAUSE OF THE TOWER CARD BUT I KNOW YOU'RE PUSHING THROUGH! You may feel vulnerable in some way, like you're not good enough? You are! You are the universe, you are the most powerful being EVER!! You should also take a quick 1-2 day break from shifting - this will also help you shifthere will also be someone coming in *possibly a friend, witch, or spiritual person* helping you out on this journey - they might be the one to give that final push.
Possible Personality Traits: Loving, giving, annoying {To yourself}, confident {On the outside}
Shufflemancy :
"Don't be afraid of heights 'cause we flyin'" - Rebels Call Me Karizma
"The time is upon you to show them what you can do and soon they will know that the day has COMEEE" - The Day - From Boku no Hero Academia, NateWantsToBattle
"I'm a little faded" - Slumber Party - Ashnikko
"It's exactly the same, they say 'why do you dress that way?' 'why do you act that way?' 'why aren't you just like me?" - Fire Drill - Melanie Martinez
Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: 777, 666, Christmas, Bakugou, short tempered, Denki, Shinsou, shy, "You've got a friend in me", "Movie night!!", "Get in loser, we're going to the mall", "So you're obsessed?" Capricorn, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Taurus.
pile 2 -- lollipop
Within the next 48 hours, your dreams will come true.
(2 days to a week, actually)
Cards : 9 of Pentacles reversed, King of Pentacles reversed, 3 of Wands, The Fool reversed
OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW LONG HAVE YALL BEEN SHIFTING I FEEL LIKE UR JUST A VERY SPIRITUAL PERSON!! But I feel like to get to that point you have to be less dependent on the things outside around you, and more on yourself. YOU'RE the one who can shift, the signs mean NOTHING if you don't take action. Do you abuse your power to shift in one way or another? Like start denying it exists JUST so The Universe will let you shift? Approach shifting like a timid animal in your backyard that's hurt. But yes, you definitely are shifting within the week. Your child-like wonder inspires me btw
but keep your hopes up, you need more faith and hope that you will shift!
Possible Personality Traits: Softie on the inside, kind of shy?, risk taker, lover of music, goofy
Shufflemancy:
"Stupid boy think that I need him, I go cold like change the seasons, I go red hot like a demon, I go ghost for no damn reason, stupid boy think that I need him, stupid boy think that I need him." - Stupid - Ashinikko
"I'm not your friend, or anything damn, you think that you're the man, I think therefore I am" - Therefore I am - Billie Eilish
"You've got troubles, I've got em too, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." - You've Got A Friend In Me - Cavetown
"We bark alot" - GOODMORNINGTOKYO! - TOKYO'S REVENGE
"We can fill it up with grass and all the things that make it warm. When you leave to go fly across the sea, I'll be waiting here with Junior and the flowers that we've grown." - Things That Make It Warm - Cavetown
"We might hotwire this old car to drive" - Everything Is Temporary (Sticks and Stones) - Cavetown
"Look like I'm going for a swim" - Chun-Li Nicki Minaj
Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: Denki Kaminari, "I'm failing all my classes omg", 444, "Hey, a frown won't get you anywhere - SMILE MORE!", calming music, study sessions, sexually active, dirty-minded, lack of physical affection, "Rough around the edges", Cavetown, Air Signs, any dominant sign tbh, "Have high hopes but low expectation", UA traitor, villian
pile 3 -- candy
44 Days, but It feels like years.
TW: DRUGS, SMOKING, ETC.
Cards : 8 of Pentacles, King of Cups reversed, 6 of Cups, The Hierophant
If you've read any of my other tarot readings you KNOWWW the hierophant makes me feel like I'm being choked, but before you shift you're going to realize something new, something new will come to you I suppose? So it will be a new beginning, then shift, it will probably be a new hobby or a job you like. And, like pile one, you will get good advice from a friend. I know some of you guys are like 'im not attracted to people in this reality' but you might be soon?? it's probably someone you knew in your past life or something. It may just be a friendship though. But the hierophant is just emphasizing what I just said, a good friend is going to give you advice.
Possible Personality Traits: ignored, quiet, lonely, friendly, smart, emotional
Shufflemancy:
"The worlds a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes." - Ilomilo - Billie Eilish
"Maybe I'm too emotional, or maybe you never cared at alllll" - Good 4 U - Olivia Rodrigo
"I don't smoke, I just like how it smells" - Cigaratte Ahegao - Penelope Scott
Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: Senpai/teacher, "You sure do cry a lot.", "You shouldn't care so much", watching youtube, hbu?, ignorant accidently, 666, 999, 69, st0ner, dr!nking, first time
pile 4 -- drink
Anywhere from to day to the 29th of this month
Cards : Queen of Wands, The Lovers, Judgement, Page of Cups
CLEARLY YOU'RE SHIFTING FOR SOMEONE WITH THE LOVERS CARD COMING OUT I MEAN SAME BESTIE, you don't know when you will shift, and you def look to higher spirits. Try some shadow work - your inner child needs healing. The universe sees you and how much you have bene struggling and working towards this, and it thanks you deeply. Your hard work is going to pay off soon!
Possible Personality Traits: Disappointed often, violent, gay, dramatic ASF, popular, two face, probably on medication, has been hurt physically, emotionally, or some other way
Shufflemancy :
"She moves on pretty BLOODY QUICK" - Your New Boyfriend - Wilber Soot
Literally any MHA song
"Baby hotline, please hold me close to you!" - Baby Hotline - Jack Stauber
"She said you were a hero, you played the part. But you ruined her in a year, don't act like it was hard. And you swear you didn't know, I wonder why you didn't ask, she was sleeping in your clothes, but now she's got to get to class." - Your Power - Billie Eilish
I hope this pick - a pile resognated! I've been going through a lot this week and I don't know if my accuracy may have failed bc of the stress I'm experiencing but I'm so glad like NOBODY is shifting in a year+( like 2023) bc I know you all work SO HARD to shift.
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The chore. Part 2 (Sully family x reader)
this is part two of my first story! :) I decided to add the healing and growing of our character to ease the pain and panic that mayyyy or may not come in the next part 😭. I hope you enjoy it! 💕
Tuk had only just now fallen asleep since it’s been a couple of hours flying. I know that sooner or later she’s going to be hungry so I decided to take a break and go out hunting for our meal. I laid her down safely with my Ikran while I went to go hunt. It had only been an hour since I left so I whistled to see if Tuk was at least up, patiently waiting for a whistle back. She wasn’t thankfully but I was indeed so tired so I just decided to set our meal and future meals for the flight ahead.
I slept longer than expected not as much as Tuk though, I could only hope that the trip wasn’t taking a big hit on her. So I started preparing the meal that I hunted and started a fire, moved Tuk even closer in case she was cold. We ate and got back to flying. A couple of days passed and I can tell as much as Tuk tried to hide it, she was tired of flying and searching for “a place to settle”. She just constantly asked me “are we almost there?” All I had to give her was “We’ll see Tuk-Tuk! Just hold on goofball! :)” I don’t have a plan but I hope she doesn’t notice, she should be at peace and I can’t cause anymore trouble, especially since I’m the reason she wanted to leave the forest.
It wasn’t until a couple of hours I felt tears and a frustrated sob that I noticed Tuk was over hiding how she felt. “Im tired of flying. I want to go home. I want to settle wherever you said home would be. But we can settle another place can’t we? I just want a home.” I couldn’t do anything but hold her while she cried because I knew I had to keep going. I soon realized she was starting to catch a fever, a really bad one so I was in a hurry to find a clan to approach.
Her fever was only getting worse she was hanging on but I didn’t have much time. I feel tears build up, feeling like I let her down until I see huts I think we’re close to something. I hear calls, announcing a newcomers arrival, my arrival. I hold Tuk in my arms crying begging for help. “I do not come to harm anyone Please. Help my sister is sick and it’s only getting worse.” I see the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik coming towards us and I take a kneel to show some sort of my respects since I am holding Tuk in my arms.
“Why do you come here on our island for?” The woman speaks. “I seek a place to call home. A place to settle. I understand I am different but I will adapt. WE will adapt. We will learn your ways but please accept us. My sister is burning up and- please just heal her please.” The two turn to each other and discuss with their eyes as I wait and hold Tuk tight “Sister it hurts, everything hurts”
“I know Tuk, I know it’s ok just hang on” they turn back to me and the Tsahik says “Come with me child.” I follow quickly, hearing the Olo'eyktan urge everyone to return to the normal “Everyone go back to your duties!”
I stand by watching her do her work by the time she’s done Tuk is feelings better but quickly rested. The Olo'eyktan walks in as soon as she is done and she turns to me and says. “My name is Ronal, this is my husband Tonowari. How long have you been out flying?” I look up nervous to speak “M-my name is y/n. Who you just treated is Tuk. We have been flying for a couple of days now.” Silence is between us as she contemplates her next words “You seek a place to settle yes? Well you must learn our ways as you already stated. You must not fall behind.”
“Yes, yes I understand thank you. Thank you truly” She takes a moment to look at my face “Child, what is that scar?” I watch as she touches it. “Oh, it was from a fight I was in. Trust me I don’t do those anymore.” She laughs at how quick I was to cover it up. Then they decided that although we were newcomers, we shouldn’t have our own mauri since we were young. I couldn’t argue this since we are their guest, so they settled us comfortably into a far corner of their Mauri.
Finally a real sleep.
I woke up to a meal being cooked and settled on the table. I had greeted the leaders and introduced myself to their children. The girl, Tyseria lead the conversation asking about Tuk and I’s interests and hobbies and we all seemed to get along until it was time to clean up and I was asked to stay longer while the two siblings did chores. Tuk had walked away into our corner to start beading a bracelet with the new materials Tyseria gave her.
In a gentle voice Tonowari said “We do not mean to bring harm but we must know what went wrong seeing as you are a child taking care of a child. How has it come to this?” I looked down slightly saddened taking in what he said as it was true and seemingly sad. Although I had to be honest and stay true to my word, I told them everything, every detail, every word ever spoken about why I fled the forest.
“Well then y/n…we will take care of you and house you. It seems as though it is in your nature to protect the innocent, you have a strong heart. So I am sorry that on that day, the day you were once again shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others like Tuk into yours. No one cared for you the way you should’ve been taken care of then, so allow us to care for you now. It’s time to be at peace Y/n. ” and for the first time ever it was ok to cry, cry tears of happiness and comfort. I was finally going to be at peace.
So that’s what they did. We soon became daughters to them. I grew close with Tyseria, took care of Tuk and surprisingly got along with Aonung even if we seemed to always leave conversations with both of us blushing like crazy. At some point it was hard, to lose old habits. I was so used to being on my own and taking care of Tuk I sometimes lost sight of how others perceive me…just a kid.
*flashback*
I unknowingly over worked myself, fighting to show I can still stay on the island, a war nobody even knew was happening. Once Ronal told me to stop working as my hands were starting to bleed, I accidentally got upset and told her “I can’t stop I need to keep going, stopping means I don’t care anymore.” It wasn’t until then Tonowari and Ronal pulled me aside to talk is when I realized this isn’t like before, I’m not alone.
“All right, your not alone anymore and your not a bad person for leaving. You did not come out of the womb as a frustrated person Y/n. You. Y/n, came out of the womb a beautiful child who unbeknownst to her had a couple of wires crossed. So when you have finally received true love. The love you were always meant to have, it set something off in your brain that wants to deny it and keep fighting. You have been fighting a losing game since the first day you were in your other parents care. So you can sit here and continue looking me in the eye and say as calmly as can be, “I’m fine, it’s not big deal, I’m not thinking about it anymore and I am no longer upset at my past.” That. My child, is the disease of silent frustration. It is deadly. The hardest part about having this disease is that no one in the world can see it besides the ones that hold you close. And that is why we are here to show you we care, we are not leaving, we are not going to ignore your feelings, and we will go through this together. As long as we are here no one can hurt you” *
It was moment like those when I needed someone to pull me out of my old habits, even Tyseria and Aonung did.
*Flashback*
I was looking over Tuk while she slept, it had only been a couple of days since we arrived but I was still pondering over the fact that I could’ve lost her if I had no solution to her fever. “What are youuuu thinkin?” I heard Tyseria giggle and say. I stood quiet considering if I should even say anything with the two siblings in the room but I decided to anyways “I thought Tuk would be the one…finally.” Confusion was written on their faces until Aonung said “the one what y/n?” I looked back down “the one who’s life I didn’t harm.” I immediately feel their hugs as Aonung said “you didn’t do anything wrong y/n, you did the best for her.” *
So yes it was difficult, but I made sure we knew their ways and observed everything to show Tuk to be better. We got many eyes and compliments because we learned at a quicker rate and speed than anyone at the island ever did. I didn’t want to overwork Tuk, I could never do that to her so instead while we were doing extra practice I taught her in games, the same way we did in the forest. It was going good and she maintained a smile until we were entering our home and I mentioned us having to practice breathing techniques. That’s when she got frustrated.
“No Y/n I can’t do it. It’s hurts. I can’t practice breathing. It’s easier for you to do when you already know the ways. This is the only thing I can’t and won’t do.” I sigh contemplating my next words, this is about survival and if I need Tuk to be safe I need her to learn how to breath underwater especially since she is surrounded by it. “Tuk please I know it’s hard and trust me I don’t know the ways fully either but we will learn. Together.” She’s silent considering what I’ve said “You made it so that we don’t have to fly anymore Y/n, so we that we can be together still. We’re safe now.” I glance down and smile “yea I guess we are” we sit for a moment enjoying the view of the beach. “All this. It’s worth it. All those times you would ask me if we’d find a home, all I could ever tell you was “We’ll see” and your face would fall every single time.”
“It’s better than saying yes and lying to me.” Tuk admits. “That’s what I told myself. But you want to know something I didn’t tell you? I never had a plan, I never knew where we were going. I never knew anything. I just fought and fought and fought and hoped you didn’t notice. I hoped we’d find something before you did. Did I do a good job?” My voice cracks as I start to tear up hoping I didn’t ruin her. “Of course you did sister! Are you crazy?!” I laugh and continue “When I was about to leave and you swore that you didn’t want to stay. Tuk, I fully believe if you hadn’t come I’d probably be lost. I was right to hear you out back in the forest, you made a request and I just had to trust myself and you to make the hard call. To take you with me. How did I get so lucky?” Tuk smiles and says “You made it so we can so thank you. For everything” I take a moment to stare at her and hold in the morning before saying “your welcome, for everything.”
We clean up the Mauri for awhile and continues the night like normal instead this time I felt a small hand reach out to me. “Can I..? Could I maybe sleep with you tonight.” Something we hadn’t done it in what feels like years. “You know like I did when I was little.” I agreed inviting her in. “Yea I-I’m not scared, just tired.” I smiled at her trying to reassure me while she hugs me in silence “….Tuk you’re still little” I hear her laugh and sigh “yea I know” and we drifted off into sleep.
Hope you enjoyed my loves :)!!! 💕
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