#like they could have easily just left that out and found a shorter way to lure lucy out of the room she was hiding in

[zevranunderstander]

just watched ballad of songbirds and snakes and I really liked it, my only tea is that I don't think the narrative really is made for a good movie adaptation and it kind of shows, it probably would have been better as a short 1 season show or a double feature because the pacing from part 2 to part 3 is a bit awkward and just because there is so much content to get into, a lot of moments felt pretty rushed. loved seeing the main setpiece of the capitol street be a roundabout I used to work 1 street away from tho & a lot of buildings being slightly edited famous berlin buildings was a huge banger.

[isak-dot-gov]

can you do a emily engstler x reader fluff were the reader and Emily act like a old married couple ( the reader and emily only been marry for a year ) when they go out to eat with emily teammates

can you also make it were the reader is short

Like an old married couple

Pairing: Emily Engstler x Reader

Word count: 1518

My masterlist :)

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The restaurant was buzzing with the usual Saturday night energy. Emily's teammates had all gathered for a post-game dinner, filling the large table with laughter and conversation. You and Emily had only been married for a year, but to anyone watching, it seemed like you’d been together for decades.

You were perched on your chair, feet dangling a few inches off the floor due to your shorter height, while Emily sat beside you, her long legs stretched comfortably under the table. You reached for the menu, but Emily was already handing it to you, knowing that you liked to check the specials first.

"Here, love," she said with a gentle smile, placing the menu in your hands.

"Thanks, sweetheart," you replied, your tone soft and affectionate.

Emily’s teammates, sitting across from you, exchanged amused glances. They were used to the way you two interacted, like a couple that had long since settled into each other's rhythms. But they still found it endearing.

As you skimmed the menu, Emily leaned closer to peek over your shoulder. "I think you'd like the grilled salmon. It’s not too heavy, and you always love the way they season it here."

You nodded, trusting her judgement. "Yeah, that sounds perfect. And you’re getting the steak, right? You always do."

Emily chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "You know me too well."

One of her teammates, Tori, smirked and leaned forward. "You guys really are like an old married couple. I mean, you've only been hitched for a year, but you act like it's been twenty."

You grinned, leaning into Emily’s side. "What can I say? We just fit."

Emily squeezed your shoulder, her voice teasing as she said, "Besides, it's not like I could let you go around ordering something you won’t like. You’d just end up stealing all of my fries."

You shot her a playful glare. "As if you don't love sharing them with me."

The table erupted in laughter, the banter flowing easily. Emily’s teammates teased you both relentlessly, but it was all in good fun. They admired the way you two interacted, the comfort and love that was so evident between you.

When the waiter came to take your orders, Emily didn’t hesitate to order for both of you, knowing exactly how you liked your food prepared. You didn’t even have to say a word, just nodding in agreement as she spoke.

After the waiter left, Emily turned back to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You okay? Not too tired, I hope."

You shook your head, smiling up at her. "Nope, I’m good. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy."

She kissed the top of your head, a simple gesture that made your heart swell. "Good. I want you to enjoy tonight."

As the evening went on, you and Emily continued to exchange little moments of affection—sharing bites of food, holding hands under the table, and occasionally leaning in to whisper something that would make the other laugh. Her teammates kept watching you both, some making playful comments, others just smiling at the way you two seemed so perfectly in sync.

At one point, you noticed one of her teammates struggling to decide what to order. Without missing a beat, you nudged Emily with your elbow, a knowing look on your face. Emily grinned, immediately catching on to your silent request.

"Hey, Aaliyah," Emily called out, "Y/N thinks you should try the chicken Alfredo. It’s her go-to when she’s feeling indecisive."

Aaliyah looked at you both with a raised eyebrow but smiled nonetheless. "You two really are in sync, huh?"

You shrugged, leaning against Emily as she draped an arm around your shoulders. "We just know each other well, I guess."

The food arrived, and as expected, Emily immediately offered you a bite of her steak, holding the fork out for you. You didn’t hesitate to lean forward and take the bite, savoring the flavor.

"Mmm, perfect as always," you said, licking your lips.

Emily chuckled, cutting another piece for herself. "You’re just saying that because it’s mine."

The playful banter continued throughout the meal, with Emily’s teammates throwing in their own comments and jokes about how you two were the epitome of relationship goals. It didn’t bother either of you; in fact, it only made you both feel more secure in what you had.

When the bill came, you reached for it out of habit, but Emily was quicker, already pulling out her wallet. "I've got it," she said firmly.

You pouted, crossing your arms. "I wanted to treat you this time."

Emily chuckled, handing the waiter her card. "Next time, darling. Tonight’s on me."

Her teammates watched this exchange with raised eyebrows, Tori speaking up again. "Seriously, you two are goals. I can’t even get my partner to text me back, and here you are fighting over who gets to pay."

You shrugged, leaning your head on Emily’s shoulder. "When you’ve found the right person, it just happens naturally."

Emily kissed your forehead, her eyes filled with warmth. "That’s right."

As the group started to gather their things to leave, Emily stood up and offered you her hand, helping you down from your chair. You smiled up at her, your height difference even more noticeable now that you were standing.

"You know, I could get used to this," you said, looping your arm through hers as you walked out of the restaurant.

Emily grinned, her voice playful. "You already have, my little love."

Her teammates walked behind you, still chuckling at the sight of you two. But all you could focus on was the warmth of Emily’s arm around you, the comfort of knowing that no matter how many years passed, you’d always have each other. Just like an old married couple—only better because this was just the beginning of your forever.

The drive home was quiet but comfortable, the city lights casting a warm glow inside the car. Emily’s hand rested on your thigh, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing small circles as she drove. You leaned your head against the window, a contented smile playing on your lips as you thought about the night.

"You know," you started, breaking the silence, "I really love nights like this."

Emily glanced over at you, her expression softening. "Me too. It’s nice to just relax and be with you without any distractions."

You nodded, feeling a surge of affection for her. "And your teammates are great. I love how they tease us, but you can tell they’re happy for us."

Emily smiled, her hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. "They are. They’ve seen how much happier I’ve been since we got together. You’ve been good for me, you know?"

You chuckled, reaching over to intertwine your fingers with hers. "You’re not so bad yourself, Engstler."

Emily’s laugh was warm and genuine, filling the car with a sense of peace. "Well, I’m glad you think so."

When you finally arrived home, you both moved through the familiar routine of kicking off your shoes, hanging up your coats, and heading into the living room. It was second nature at this point, the way you moved around each other with such ease, as if you’d been living together for years.

You collapsed onto the couch with a sigh, watching as Emily grabbed a couple of glasses and poured some water. She handed you one before sitting beside you, her arm naturally wrapping around your shoulders as you snuggled into her side.

"I’m really glad we did this tonight," you said, taking a sip of your water.

"Me too," Emily agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I love spending time with you, even if it’s just something simple like going out to dinner."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "We should do it more often. It’s nice to just be out with you, you know?"

Emily nodded, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. "Absolutely. But honestly, even just sitting here with you like this is perfect to me."

You tilted your head up to look at her, your heart swelling with affection. "You’re such a sap, you know that?"

Emily laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Only for you, my love."

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her lips. "Good, because I plan on keeping you around for a long time."

Emily returned the kiss, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity as she replied, "You’re stuck with me, little one. For now and forever."

As you settled back into her embrace, you realised that it didn’t matter how many years you’d been together or how many more were to come. What mattered was that you had each other, and that was more than enough.

In the quiet of your home, wrapped up in Emily’s arms, you knew that this was the kind of love that people searched for their entire lives. And you had found it, right here, in the person who made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

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Isak speaks: Low-key surprised I wrote something this cute wtf

[echantedtoon]

Caught Once Again

For those who were wondering what would happen IF Y/n got caught again. Sequel to my Yandere Demons And Brides posts and my Escaping Yandere Demons post. Some will be shorter than others.

Warnings for yandere themes, scars and illness mentioned, Douma/Enmu/Karaku ARE their own warnings, possibly some innuendos, kidnapping and entrapment mentions, death mentioned, etc.

Daki n Zohakutan are included with Hantengu's and Gyutaro's part but they're PLATONIC Yanderes.

KOKUSHIBO:

-The demon who had taken you hostage for weeks claiming you to be his wife's reincarnation had never left your mind after you escaped. It wasn't easy either. Kokushibo had heightened senses that were beyond human.

-You took the chance to escape one day after he left just before sunrise, making you hug him and greet him goodbye like a good wife should, before he left locking up the door behind him as he went. You took the chance to poke around trying to find any source of outage. A secret basement, the chimney, ANYTHING! Eventually you managed to find a weakened point on a boarded window. Clawing wildly you managed to tear away the wood, and smashing out the glass to freedom.

-You didn't look back. The small cuts you got were nothing as you ran and ran from that cursed house as far as you could until you collapsed from exhaustion. You made it. You were out but you weren't safe yet. You still moved away far away as you could before the sun sets. Kokushibo didn't come back every night so hopefully you'd have a few days to run. You couldn't go back home, that'd be the first place he looks for you so you decided to run along the river. Eventually coming along to and settling into a small fishing town.

-You decided to just lay low here. Getting a job as one of the net weavers and keeping to yourself in fear of being found out. Weeks passes. Months passed. And you were slowly letting your guard down, believing that perhaps you had hidden well enough to never be seen again. But you still didn't go out at night.

-One night though you allowed yourself to stay out, after all the small town was hosting a festival and you deserved to have fun after so long. You were playing a small game. Tossing a ball into a pit to win a prize when you saw it. Six eyes piercing through the darkness and staring at you. You didn't even have time to turn and flee when you smacked into the purple and black clothed chest and two strong hands pulled you against him in a possessive hold as you gaze up into half lidded eyes.

"You made a valiant effort to get away however I believe that it's time you come back home, Wife."

HANTENGU(+CLONES):

-You thanked the gods for how easily trickable the demon was, making it so easy for you to run far away. Right past town and towards the nearest safe point you knew which happened to be a grove of wild Wysteria trees. There's no way any of them would suspect that you'd be there and even if they did, what were they going to do? Demons couldn't survive Wysteria poisoning and avoided it like the plague.

-It wasn't bad really. It was a beautiful place. There was always beautiful trees surrounding you, a nice floral scent in the air, and you even found an old abandoned shack that you spruced up to make it livable. Overall it's not a bad life, but you wish it was more open like before. Your ease falters when fall comes and the leaves on the trees wither away and the flowers die. However they're still Wysteria trees so you don't think they'd dare come around your little grove and with each passing day that you never see then again, your mind believes that.

-Until winter comes to cover everything in snow. You're out one night with only the moonlight to see trying to shovel out snow from your front door, shivering in the cold and hair whipping in the wind. Perhaps that's why you couldn't hear the approaching wingbeats until it was too late. Two giant eagle like hands wrapped around your shoulders and in an instant you were sailing through the air. Shrieking as the ground disappeared beneath you and shrieking more as you looked up into the yellow eyes of an overjoyed harpy demon pulling him tightly against his chest with a loud happy chirping sound. "OH GOOD FUCK!! I'D THOUGHT WE'D NEVER FIND YOU, FEATHER! This game wasn't fun when you didn't come home you know!"

-No matter how hard you struggle, Urogi was too strong for you to break free from as he flies you all back to the others. All seven have varying reactions when Urogi just lands down with you struggling to get away and clawing at his arms. He was supposed to grab them someone for dinner but instead he brings back their missing wife. The first ones to react are Aizetsu and Sekido. The sorrow clone balling into your shoulder with a crushing hug making your shoulder wet. "I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE OK!! WE'RE NEVER GONNA LET YOU GET LOST AGAIN!!" Meanwhile Sekido is scowling relieved but still raged. "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MADE US FEEL?!"

-Urami and Karaku have similar reactions to Sekido and Aizetsu. Urami joins Sekido in scolding you. "DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE!? WHY DIDN'T YOU COME HOME ALREADY?! DID SOMEONE PUT YOU UP TO THIS?! YOU'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE!" Meanwhile Karaku is surprisingly calm actually apologizing if it's his actions made you so mad that you left but he was planning on making it all up to you now. "Don't worry, Baby. We got all the time in the world to make up for lost time."

-In the meantime Hantengu is sniveling alongside Aizetsu as both are crying into your terrified form making your dress soaked. "It's not my fault! It's not my fault!" Is all he can say in defense. Zohakutan is the most annoyed at all. It'll take hours for him to be able to have a moment to talk to you because of how much everyone else is crowding you for their turn but once he does be prepared for the longest lecture of your life. "Sit down! We are going to have a V E R Y long talk!"

DOUMA:

-If Douma's irratic emotional state wasn't enough to scare you away then his cannibalistic demon nature was. From his sudden mood swings to the unstable bout of love declarations he'd give you out of no where, dropping to his knees to shout out it all or just kissing you unprompted. It was all too much but with so many people surrounding you and a powerful demon how did you get away?

-Simple. You hid inside one of the supply crates. Once and a while some of the cult members would leave to try and recruit more members, on these trips they'd take a crate or two of supplies like pamphlets and food. Well Douma had been busy attending to whatever Muzan wanted and there wasn't anyone guarding the crates, so you emptied one out and snuck yourself inside. No one suspected you were inside when they moved the crates outside and down the mountainside for the long trip to one of the nearby towns. And no one saw it coming when you busted out of the crate once you were placed down and RAN. Disappearing into the crowd of people and using the cover of people to get far away from the demon and crazy cult!

-Thankfully the town they happened to stop by had a train station. It was easy to trade one of the many stupid, overpriced pieces of Jewelry Douma always made you wear for a ticket and easier for you to hop on the train and get outta dodge. Relief flooding your systems as the mountain side got farther and farther away from you. And compared to your other Y/n counterparts, it was easier for you to start over. Cutting your hair and dying it, going by a sub version of your name, and selling off what was left of the jewelry on you to gain enough money to buy you a nice warm apartment somewhere random in Asakusa city. Hiding in plain sight sounded like the best idea. And eventually getting a job as a seamtress in a random shop.

-A whole year passed on since the day you escaped and it was almost like it never happened. Never once did you hear about the stupid cult or have people worshipping you weirdly or worst of all having the threat of a demon over your shoulders. All you did was keep your head down and minded your own business. It was good. Life was good. It wasn't until your boss mentioned getting a brand new extremely handsome and rich customer coming in that day did things change. You knew what to do so you already prepared yourself to take measurements and the silk fabric he requested for. Not even paying attention to who it was as you prepared your scissors and measuring tape as your boss guided him into the room with just the two of you with a- "Just let me know if you need anything else!"

-You still don't look up at the frozen figure staring down at you as you just instruct him to stand on the stool and hold his arms up so you can measure his waistline instead you're met with a thud as whoever it was drops to his knees and two strong arms ensnare you in a tight hug. You shout whirling around at the inappropriate behavior but freeze as two rainbow eyes filled with anger, sadness, mad love, and tears spear you straight into the soul.

"Lotus Blossom, I thought I lost you forever there! Good thing we're fated to never be separated. A R E N T W E?"

NAKIME:

-(Apologies if her part is short.) Whelp. You made it out. Running and running and running through the woods to get away from the terrible castle and the woman who self proclaimed to be your 'wife'. You almost made it out of there...Almost. Just before your feet hit the dirt road, a door opens up under you and you fall in. Landing face first with a thud in front of the frowning woman.

"Are you quite done with your childish games?"

ENMU:

-You didn't go back anywhere near trains or stations now that you were free. Screw that mess! You were done with stupid trains and their dumb cars and crazy perverted demons who think that's it's flirting when he let's you punch and kick him out of frustration.

-Nope! You stayed FAR AWAY from tracks in general and just kept yourself at home from now on. So how did he find you again? Turns out HE COULD leave the train body. Not very far away just just far enough to get to your house and wake you up during one of the few times you could actually sleep and then squeal in delight again as you curse him out in his grip and kick him to no avail.

"Oh dear.~ You have no idea how lonely it was to not have you in my arms again.~"

AKAZA:

-With your bad leg limping as you ran for your freedom hearing Akaza's concerned voice shriek out before PLEADING with you to come back. "YOU COULD GET KILLED OUT THERE?! PLEASE COME BACK!! YOU'RE NOT WELL ENOUGH TO BE ON YOUR OWN!!" You don't care. You didn't ask him to 'help you'! You never even wanted him to be near you in the first place.

-Instead of turning back you continue to leg it down the hill you were on cursing the demons that put you in this permanent hurt state. You managed to limp half way back to your family's home before your exhaustion and pain makes you collapse against a nearby tree to rest. It was almost nighttime and yet you were still no closer to home. Panting and heaving, you break off a study stick nearby and use it as a crutch to hop along on your good leg trying to get as far as you can before Akaza can come back for you. If you can make it to the town's temple then you'd be safe at least until the next morning then you can get farther away from him and everything else that could lead him to you.

-You make it to the top of another hill overlooking the town just as it darkens and you can see the first few lights of the houses. Relief floods your being as you hobble towards the town until your stick ends up slipping and you fall over. The wind being knocked out of your body by the first hit before your body starts turning, rolling down the hill painfully as you fall. Hitting rocks and sticks and everything in between until two strong hands grabbed you by the sides. Stopping you just in time before your head could crack against a rock with jagged points. Dizzy you glance up with your spinning vision and feel your stomach drop as worried yellow orbs stare back to you.

"It's too dangerous for you to be without me! Don't you see that?!

GYUTARO(+PLATONIC UME/DAKI):

-You made it out of that gods forsaken hole in the ground. Coughing and in bad shape but alive and well however escaping was another much harder thing to do with your bad sight. Everything looked the same. Blurs, and colors smashed together. Everyone walking bad blobs of color. No one seeming to care about what happened to you as you stumbled around all dirted from climbing out of the hole and begging anyone around you for help only being met with dirty looks and shouted insults at you.

-if no one was going to help you, then you had to make your way out of the E District. You wondered aimlessly. Bumping into everything and anyone. Flinching as people just plain pushed you out of the way knocking you over or leaving you stumbling for balance. Night fell sooner than your terrified mind thought it would. The crowd's became worse, more crowded and so blurry it made your head spin. It made you cry in fear and frustration the longer you stood there in the middle of the street. Eventually turning to leave until you're pulled into an alleyway by a harsh hand. Screaming out before a hand silences you already fearing the worst until a loud familiar yell pierces your ears.

"Helpless without me aren't you?! I hoped you learnt your lesson because this isn't going to happen again. Do you hear me?"

"DO YOU HEAR HIM?! THAT WAS THE STUPIDEST THING ANYONE'S EVER DONE! YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE MY FRIEND AND BROTHER LIKES YOU SO MUCH!!"

HAIROU:

-You had one shot and you blew it. It was a long shot anyways. You knew you couldn't get away from him unless you fled in the middle of one of the episodes he had caused by his PTSD hoping that the hours head start you had would be enough to escape him and his hellish hounds. No such luck. You flinch hearing the sounds of gunshots behind you(Hairou shooting himself to clear his panicked mind) but you still don't stop. Just continuing to run and run and not look back.

-As you run through the darkness, you hear them. Howls and the sounds of dogs running behind you catching up to your terrified form to run on either side of you until you're forced to stop as at least five shadow hounds emerge from nowhere in front of your panting form. Growling and barking at your forms getting closer and closer. Backing you up more and more making you scream with every jolt they gave you until your back ran into a chest and an arm suddenly wrapped around yourself.

"That was a cheap trick. Too bad you won't be able to do it again."

GYOKKO:

-You made it out. It was almost impossible for you to escape but you managed to do it. Delayed only by the fact that his vase was turned upside down and it was daylight outside when you ran away. You knew you couldn't return home, that'd be the first place he looked for you. So without any idea of where to go or what to do,you decided to start traveling. Walking down along the road and picking up scraps here and there, stealing a random few dresses off someone's laundry line, and a burlap sack filled with some veggies from a farmer's barn. Now equiped with the items you needed in one bag, you began moving from place to place. Never staying in one place for too long, only traveling during the day and hiding away during the night. This worked out quite well for avoiding him... temporarily.

-You were miserable. Missing the comforts of your home. Missing being able to use your skills and making things. You want to go home, but you can't in fear of the demon still lurking about. Eventually your travels eventually leads you to the dreaded E District. With nothing else to do, you beg the first house master you see for a job any job at wits end. Eventually he does. As a servant. It's not the worst job. You don't have to entertain any guests, only clean floors, bring the ladies food, and help the girls with their clothes and make up if they need it. In exchange you're paid with a small room to sleep in and and one free meal a day. Definitely not the worst outcome. Beats being a demon's 'muse'.

-One day an oirans favorite kimono is ruined. Right before she was to see a special customer too. Well you use your former skills as a kimono maker and offer to fix said oirans dress for free. She's skeptical about it but agrees to let you fix it and is surprised that not only did you fix it but it looked like it wasn't even torn. She's so impressed with it that it starts up a conversation between you two about your skill. You mention used to having a store and making kimonos before misfortune made you lose your job(leaving out the demon art of course). Well she decides that she wants one and so orders you and the house master to get her one that matches her demands specifically.

-You happily agree missing your old job and happily make her one in a few weeks time. She's in love with the beautiful blue kimono with waves stitched on so beautifully that it looks almost real. You're so happy that you don't even realize that the oirans is actually a demon in dequise and she wears her new kimono to a demon meeting. Or that another demon instantly recognizes the work she's wearing. Gyokko compliments and flatters Daki into telling him where exactly she got the kimono and she has no problems bragging about how her new girl made it just for her and no one else. You really shouldn't have been horrified when you retire to your room later that night and is met with a beautiful vade in the middle of the room.

"Really I thought you would've known how tasteless it was to think that you could outsmart me."

KAIGAKU:

-Your first instinct after getting out was to make for the first demon slayer you could find but the problem with that was that you had no idea where you were or where the Haishiras were training. You just dove through the first door you saw leading to the outside and ran. Ran until light peeked into the skies and still you kept going until you came to the first town. Taking shelter in the nearest public room which happened to be a library.

-Naively you thought you were safe there. You were just a healer after all, you didn't know that demons could track by scent. So when you fall asleep amongst the books as night falls, and you wake up two angry hands yanking you up to him bridal style. You can't help but scream.

"Do I look like a dam idiot to you?! You're going to regret being so dumb!"

KYOGAI:

-You had one shot at it. When Kyogai's distracted by an intruder in his house, you make for the nearest room with a window you can find. Opening doors in a panic, eyes looking around wildly for any way you can leave until you see it. A window that's right in front of you and it's open! Without hesitation you run towards it and jumped out. However what you didn't know was that you were on the second floor so when you jumped out, you had a painful landing.

-You didn't break your leg but it was either severely sprained or fractured from the pain you felt. Your pained scream alerting Kyogai to the nearest window to where he looked on in horror as you struggled to get up. It burnt him badly, but he immediately ran out in the sunlight to get you and drag you back inside. He can regenerate in a few minutes, your leg would take much longer.

"That was incredibly stupid of you,Water Beetle."

[readsaboutreid]

Aaaa!!! Lavender roses is so fucking sweet!!!

Absolutely adorable!

If I could request something where the reader works at the BAU, but in like the last week the reader has cone in with allergy symptoms, red itchy eyes and nose. And she's just feeling terrible, eventually Gideon or Hotch dismisses her fot a couple days, and Spencer's been worried as hell and goes to check up on her but it turns out she was given a cat by her friend, (the cat got dumped and the friend caught take care of it) but the reader is allergic but doesn't wanna give up the cat, sorta "I'll get used to it, it sucks nie but he's just a baby!!!" Vibes?

tysm! and Absolutely! I've lived this scenario out myself in slightly different settings so I can easily put myself into the situation lol I think one may be a bit shorter though if that's oki?

contains: fluff, concerned Spencer, kitties!, bau!reader

"Achoo!" Spencer heard the sneeze from the desk adjacent to his, the sixth sneeze he's heard in the past half hour. He looked over to (Y/N), who was sitting at her desk with a box of tissues she had opened just that morning, already now half empty.

"You, uh, you feeling okay, (Y/N)?" He tentatively asked her, his inner germaphobe screaming at the proximity he shared with her. Sure, she was very good about covering her nose and mouth each time she sneezed but the anxiety still raced through his veins, exacerbated by his concern for his friend's wellbeing.

"I'm fine, Spencer, nothing to worry about!" She attempted to sound chipper, but instead just sounded congested.

"You've sneezed 6 times in 28 minutes, 36 seconds! I'd say that's a little less than 'fine', if you ask me," he retorted, raising his eyebrows as he spoke.

"Well, it's a good thing you asked me, then, and not the other way around, isn't it?" She shot back with a light (but still congested) tone.

"Well if you ask me," interrupted the voice of Derek Morgan, loudly, "you're sick and you need to go home before we all end up sick."

"I'm not sick, it's just allergies, I swear—,"

"That's what people say in movies before big deadly disease outbreaks occur!" Penelope Garcia piped in from her spot leaning up against Morgan's desk.

"Well it's a good thing this is real life and not a movie, isn't it?" (Y/N) quipped before quickly reaching for a tissue before her next sneeze.

"Go home, (Y/L/N)," everyone's head turned as Hotch walked out of his office and called down to them. "You're sick and I don't need the entire team coming down with it. That's an order."

Defeated, (Y/N) sighed and gathered her things and left the bullpen.

Spencer walked out of the pharmacy with bags full of cold medicine, water bottles, Gatorade and Powerade (just in case she preferred one to the other), and underneath it all a container of warm chicken soup that he had made (he wasn't sure if it was any good, but he followed the recipe exactly as it was written so he hoped it was okay, at the very least). He knocked on (Y/N)'s door and nervously waited. He hoped he wasn't overstepping, it wasn't like they were dating or anything (although the two had been on one date about a month ago, the job getting in the way every time they'd try to arrange a second date, much to his chagrin).

The sound of the door unlocking pulled him out of his head and the door opened enough for (Y/N) to poke her head out, as if trying to keep him from seeing inside. "Oh, hey, Spencer! No, you little demon, shoo!"

"O-oh! Sorry," he began, "I was just gonna bring you some medicine and food but I can go if you're not feeling up to having anyone—"

"Oh god, no! I wasn't talking about you! I'm so sorry!" Her eyes widened in panic before she said, "here, why don't you come in and you'll see."

She opened the door a little wider and stepped back as he slid inside. And was immediately greeted with two small pairs of yellow eyes. "I, uh, I had a friend who found two kittens but couldn't afford to take them in." Her eyes were red and watery and she sniffled slightly. "Turns out I'm allergic to cats!"

"Oh! Do you need help finding someone to take them?" Spencer asked, recalling something Emily had said about maybe getting a cat. "Because Emily recently—"

"What?" She asked quickly. "Never! Why would I give them up?"

"Because you're clearly suffering?" He reasoned, a smile tugging at his lips at her (admittedly adorable) pout.

"I have an appointment with a doctor about allergy shots," she argued, "come on, you can't say you don't already love them!" She whined.

As they both began rubbing up against his legs he couldn't deny that maybe she had a point.

[suplicyy]

Hii!

Could you please write some hcs of Kenma, and Nishinoya plus maybe anyone else you want with a gf who's like a tiny bit younger than them, shorter and is like really clingy. She's like constantly texting them, and takes every chance she can to hug them or just talk to them and is there even at their practices.

Haikyuu boys w/ a clingy gf

— Summary: Relationship hcs about them having a clingy girlfriend.

— Characters: Nishinoya, Kenma

— Fluff

— Fem!Reader

You're only a year younger than him, so it wasn't so difficult to make friends with him!! Little by little you would meet each other by chance during breaks or during free time in class, and these moments made you get closer and closer, until you started dating.

But as time went by, you opened up to him more and had the courage to be who you really are, as he has always made it clear that he likes you for who you are. And after that, you felt more confident to be more loving with him: with lots of physical touches, words of affirmation and lots of quality time!

You love your boyfriend very much and want to show it in the most affectionate way possible!

Nishinoya

The way you met is always told as a story at family lunches. You were passing by the gym by chance, and a ball he received flew out of the place and ended up in your face. He apologized a million times and even offered to buy you a popsicle for a whole week.

But after that you understood each other and became friends, until you got to where you are now!

He simply LOVES you to be clingy with him, as he returns your affections with the same intensity as you. People on the outside assume you were meant for each other since your personalities match up so well.

Anywhere and anytime you are always together in some way, whether it's clasping hands, hugging, kissing; you are rarely separated from each other.

But unfortunately there are times when you aren't always together, after all you don't live in the same house and you have your own clubs to go to. So you guys are always messaging each other on your cell phone!

If someone doesn't ask him to stop using his cell phone to talk to you, he could easily spend the whole day just sending you silly audios of him singing a random song he heard somewhere.

Kenma

One day, you saw him playing one of your favorite games, so you started talking to him. And you spent a few days talking until you had the courage to ask for his phone number, which he gave you almost immediately (but he would never admit he was excited about it for you)

Kenma spoke more freely through messages than in person, so you almost always talked about various things: games you're playing at the moment, movies, series, about your day. And with that you ended up becoming closer, until you started dating.

You know that Kenma is someone who is quite shy, so at the beginning of the relationship you weren't so clingy in public with him. But when the two of you were alone, you loosened up a little and became much more affectionate.

At first he was always very shy when you initiated physical affection with him, but after a while he relaxed more and managed to adapt to your way of showing affection to him.

You would from time to time be seen literally clinging to each other, with him playing on his console and with his head resting on your shoulder, and you hugging him. As much as he doesn't like PDA that much, he finds your presence and your touches so comforting that he ends up giving in a little.

Kuroo once went to Kenma's house to get something he had left there the last time he went there, and when he entered he found him hugging you with his face buried in the crook of your neck. After some deadly glares from the boy, Kuroo promised he wouldn't tell anyone.

A/N — Tysm for your request!! I wish I had added more characters, but recently I've been very busy so I was afraid it would take too long for me to do this one.💔💔

I hope you enjoyed it!

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hi! I love your stuff I saw requests were open 😁

Could you Write a fem human reader x thorin who’s shorter than him, and she’s new to the quest meeting the company in Bilbos house, Gandalf already knows her and is like a farther figure.

Thorins a bit skeptical of her at first but those feelings die down as he realises she’s his one. Basically Thorin being a dick at first but warms up to the reader, some confessions are made and some fluffy/little-very tame nsfw stuff occurs when they reach Rivendell?

Thank you!! ☺️

(oh I love this so much! I hope this does your idea justice, there isn't smut in this one since it got quite long by itself, but I'd be happy to make a part 2 where they get to Rivendell if you'd like :) hope you enjoy :D)

(link for part 2!)

An Unexpected Guest (Thorin x female!human!reader)

Thorin watched you from across the campfire and tried to ignore the familiar tugging in his chest. You were too busy laughing alongside Fili and Kili to notice his probing stare, and seeing how easily you'd integrated into the group only made him more perplexed by your presence. He quickly averted his gaze though when he caught the look Balin sent him. The older dwarf simply chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, reminding Thorin of the evening he had met you.

The dwarves had been gathered at Bilbo's house for some time now, and evening had fallen by the time another, relatively quiet, knock sounded at the door. The hobbit almost seemed to be seething at the idea of more people showing up, but this time it was Gandalf who rose to answer.

"It seems our final guest has arrived." At this, Thorin shot him a glare that went unnoticed as Gandalf left the room.

"Gandalf! It's wonderful to see you again."

"Likewise, my dear. Come in, I shall introduce you to the company."

After you had hung your cloak up, you closed the door and followed Gandalf into the room where the dwarves sat. Thorin could only watch in disbelief as you politely thanked Mr Baggins for hosting the event and shook his hand (which appeared to at least partially dispel the hobbit's bad spirits). The wizard had really invited another without his consent - and a human woman at that.

With a gentle hand on your shoulder, Gandalf said, "It is my pleasure to introduce to you Y/n L/n, a student of mine. I have decided that she will accompany you along this journey."

Thorin rose from his chair abruptly, and all eyes turned to him.

"When were you going to tell me about this decision?" His voice was quiet, but his rage was betrayed by his clenched fists. "You do not have the right to-"

"Thorin, I have said she will go with you, and you should be wise to respect that." The wizard's face was dark, and Thorin paused before he reluctantly stepped forward to look at you. "I can assure you that she will be of use. She has studied under me for some time and is a rather excellent navigator, which I suspect will come in handy."

You bowed respectfully. "It is an honour to meet you, Thorin." You made brief eye contact with him as you rose and he felt something in his chest tighten, but he chose to ignore it.

"Don't get in the way," He muttered and returned to the table.

Later in the evening, he found himself stealing glances at you as you chatted merrily with some of the others. He couldn't quite figure you out - you seemed an intelligent young woman, but he couldn't risk compromising the quest, and he didn't trust humans in general, but just maybe there was a small part of him that wanted you to come, and there was this odd pulling feeling deep within him...

His train of thought was interrupted by Balin's hand on his shoulder, and he quickly realized he'd been staring for longer than he intended.

"Your feelings are written on your forehead, laddie."

Thorin cleared his throat and looked anywhere but where you sat. "I feel nothing for her. She's a liability."

Balin chuckled and patted his shoulder. "If you say so."

Balin had moved to sit next to Thorin in the time he was stuck in his own head, and spoke quietly with a smile on his face.

"You can't stare at her forever laddie." The glare he was sent did not deter him. "It's been the same with her since she first arrived, and I've never seen you like this before with any other lass." The two dwarves both looked at you, still teasing Kili over something or other.

Feeling the eyes on you, you looked across the fire and waved shyly with a smile when you saw Thorin watching you. And as much as he tried to resist, he couldn't help but give you a smile in return.

Now that he thought about it, maybe he had warmed up to you a little more than he'd like to admit. Something had drawn him to you and he couldn't quite place why.

"Lad, I haven't seen you smile like that since we started this journey. She makes you happy, and you'd be a fool to deny yourself that."

Thorin sighed. As if he was trying to pretend he wasn't saying it out loud, he murmured, "What if she doesn't feel the same?"

"She does, I'm sure of it. She has the same look in her eyes as you do." Balin put a comforting hand on his knee. "Y/n is your One, Thorin. You know it better than I do."

Oh. That... actually made a lot of sense.

Before he could respond, Kili ran over to them. "Uncle! Can you come and stand next to Y/n? She's making fun of me and you're the only one taller than her!"

Balin laughed and clapped him on the back. "Go on laddie."

Trying to settle his beating heart, Thorin stood and let Kili lead him over to his One (even if she didn't know it yet).

Fili pushed her lightly in Thorin's direction. "She thinks she's better than us because she's two inches taller than me."

"Is that so?" Seeing the slight blush on your cheeks, Thorin realized that Balin may not have been exaggerating, so with a subtle smirk on his face he looked down at you. He was only a few inches taller but it felt like he towered over you in that moment. "I don't appreciate the torment of my nephews, Miss Y/n."

You looked up at him and smiled with a teasing tone. "Well, they started it. I can't take all the blame, your majesty."

If his heart was beating too fast before, he was pretty sure it just stopped completely.

The two of you maintained eye contact for just longer than necessary, before he stepped away and cleared his throat. Fili seemed to have caught on to his uncle's unusual behavior, and with a wink in your direction he subtly directed Kili back over to Balin.

"May..." He paused, still uncertain. "May I speak with you, Y/n? Somewhere a little more private."

"Of course." Mahal, your smile was almost enough for him to forget he was nervous in the first place.

He led you a little further into the woods, just far enough from the group that they couldn't eavesdrop, and took a deep breath.

You smiled anxiously. "You're making me nervous, Thorin. What is it?"

In an uncharacteristically quiet voice, he said, "I think you're my One."

"Your One?"

"I..." He tried to calm the shake in his voice, to no avail. "I suppose you might call it a soulmate."

The blush on your face spread as you processed his words. "O-oh. I see."

"I must apologize for my behavior when we first met. I was skeptical of you, but you have shown yourself to be not only a valued member of the company, but also a caring and wonderful person." Thorin looked up from the ground to meet your eyes. "I have grown fond of you, Y/n, and I feel a connection with you that I have never experienced before. Something has been drawing me towards you every time I see you, and I can't pretend it isn't there anymore."

"Thorin, I-"

"If you do not feel the same then we need never discuss it again, but I-"

He was interrupted with your finger over his lips. You giggled at his confused expression and took his hands. "Thorin, of course I feel the same." You smiled sheepishly. "I was hoping to hide it for a little longer but Kili saw right through me."

"He is more perceptive than he looks," he chuckled, tracing his fingers over yours.

You lifted one hand to softly cup Thorin's cheek. "Either way, I'm glad the feeling is mutual."

Feeling your fingers in his hair when you tugged him down to kiss you, he had never been so glad for Balin's prying in his life.

[changetyre]

Not like this (P2) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: This one's a little short but I really don't wanna rush this story and write as much as I can when I feel inspired and sometimes that means shorter parts ;)

Once again Charles was woken up by rattling in his apartment.

"Agh fuck." His initial fight response was calmed as soon as he heard your voice.

He got up not bothering to change and simply put a gun in his pocket before walking out.

"Did you just come here to trash my place? is that it?" Charles asked as soon as he spotted you in the kitchen.

"hmm I would've set fire to the place if I had it my way but I guess this'll do for now." you smiled cockily as you took a sip of the coffee you had prepared yourself.

"You couldn't have made me one?" Charles asked as he shoved past you not caring about the fact that he hurt you and your fresh wound in the process.

"I told you to kill me yesterday and you chose not to so it's your own fault you're having to deal with me." You shrugged unbothered as you proceeded to shove him out of the way too looking for something to eat.

"Can you stop destroying my kitchen?!" Charles asked loudly. "Get lost for a second I'll call you when the food is ready," Charles instructed.

"Damn, you are grumpy in the morning." You laughed only moving to a stool on the kitchen island and watching him move with ease through the space.

"I'm not exactly happy about having you around so that might have something to do with it." He spoke as he continued with his task.

"You know I thought you'd have someone doing this for you, I know I did and why isn't your place bigger?" You asked not caring if you were bothering the man.

"Less people, more control. Less space, less possibility of someone entering without me noticing...more control." He explained.

"Hmm, obviously that logic didn't work, did it? I'm here." You laughed earning a glare from Charles which only made you feel prouder.

"I shouldn't be talking to you anyway, how do I know you're not lying and this is all just bullshit?" Charles asked.

"So what do you think I just shot myself and came to your apartment as part of some plan or something?" You asked in a mock tone.

"Wouldn't put it past you." He quickly replied.

"Yeah...although smart that's not what happened. And If that had been the plan I would've just killed you easily." You shrugged.

"Easily?" Charles laughed this time.

"Yeah." Charles turned when he heard the cock of a gun. "Easily." He looked stunned as you pointed his own gun at him.

He felt in his pocket noticing his gun wasn't there and in fact in your hands.

"If I really wanted to kill you, Charles...I would've already." You put the gun down on the counter and tossed it to him.

"So why haven't you?" Charles took his gun back now redirecting your own question from last night back to you.

This time you were left silenced. "If I kill you...it'll be after a fair fight." You stole his own answer.

"Huh." Charles found humor in it.

"I'm going back to my place tonight...If you're not gonna kill me then I need to find answers." Your smile dropped, thinking about what you could possibly find.

"How do you know they won't still be there?" Charles asked as he plated yours and his breakfast but once he looked up at where you sat you were no longer there.

"I don't." He jumped suddenly hearing you behind him grabbing a knife...and fork from his cupboard. "But I know the place...and I'm the best at moving through a space unnoticed." You winked trying to get in his head.

[aylasology]

God I’m thinking roommate Robin Buckley who’s down bad thoughts :((

Who’s been crushing on reader for the longest time but can’t seem to get the words out. Who’s been trying to flirt but keeps getting too shy about it :(( Little does Robin know that Reader has been flirting back all along. That the lingering touches and the curling up against her while watching a scary movie weren’t just coincidental!

Well that’s until Reader walks in on Robin touching herself and moaning Reader’s name…(Maybe even humping Reader’s “missing” pillow )

-🪷

Picture You

"I'm too scared to say, half of the things I do, when I picture you..."

A/N : anon, you have made me gone feral over this req.

TW : She spicy!

Divider by @miuji

You met Robin a few months back when you had just moved in to your new apartment. She had helped you bring in your things, though it really were just two boxes of clothes and other belongings, she still took the initiative to.

She was always this open book to you. Always finding ways to talk to you, tell you things about her work whilst she asked about yours. She was so easy to talk to, and ever since then you had been inseparable since.

You hadn't known her for more than three months, and yet you've picked up a few things or so. Like how her eyes linger at your thighs when they press flush against each other. How her hand would always find a way to grip onto your waist. How she always treated you so sweet and delicately, like you were a precious little thing that could break so easily. You were no saint, but for her you were willing to play the part.

You didn't know how to express it - show her you wanted her attention and all. So you decided to give little hints, a batch of her favorite cookies freshly baked on the counter as she got home. Spending your saturday nights at home snuggled up against her as you two watched a horror movie. Buying matching fuzzy socks like a cute little couple would. 

But until then, it wasn't enough. You needed the confirmation. The confirmation that those little hints weren't left unnoticed.

You started by leaving your laundry basket by the door of your bedroom, a small gift for her waiting atop the pile of clothes.

The first time you walked into her life, Robin was convinced you were sent from above. In your relaxed graphic tee and cargo shorts, you were magnetic. Magnetic in the sense that she couldn't put herself away from you.

Ever since you became her roommate, she had taken shorter shifts, sneaking a movie tape in her bag before she left. She couldn't help herself stare when you're in your little cotton shorts, can't help herself hold you when you're so scared. But how could you blame her? You weren't just beautiful but so awfully caring. You'd let her ramble, you'd laugh at her jokes, you were a nerd - multiple things kept Robin going.

And as much as she believed you were made to be hers, not a single bone in her body believed in her. She wasn't like Steve, she wasn't smooth or confident when it came to women. She was awkward, and stiff, and would melt to putty if she even thought of asking you out.

Since then, she had found substitutes to the real thing, substitutes to the actual you.

It was the first of a few incidents, minding her own business as she grabbed your laundry basket, eyes focused as she gave it a glance.

Sitting on top of the pile, was a pair of your underwear, the crotch flipped up. It didn't matter that she saw your underwear - what mattered was the freshly wet patch of your releases on it.

She lifted it up, and without thinking straight, shoved it into her pockets and touched herself to the smell of your release later that night. It was perverted, it was disgusting, it had the scent of you. And that was enough excuse for Robin to keep it.

After that incident, she couldn't help herself. Thursday shifts at your job was longer than usual, so Robin used that to her advantage. Coming home early, flunking into her bed, and giving in to all her perverted fantasies of you. Stealing polaroids of you in bikinis and fingering herself raw in her room. Stealing your shirts and drowning in the scent of you. Stealing your pillow and moaning your name when she's sure she's alone.

You had probably gone a little insane by now. Patiently waiting for Robin to take a hint and realize all of it was planned. The panties, the polaroids...why hasn't she taken a hint that you wanted her?! The plan was working but the final step wouldn't come too soon and it frustrated you. Frustrated you so badly you had to come home early on a Thursday night to calm yourself down and sleep early. 

Robin had always complimented how quiet you are, always pointing out how you were such a small and delicate little thing that even you unlocking the door and slamming it would be inaudible. Which was probably why she couldn't hear you enter the apartment as you stepped inside.

You put your shoes by the door, your coat on a hanger. You didn't have much of a thought was going onto your head-

"Y/N~" A strangled moan had slipped from Robin's room.

Your eyes widen slightly, you weren't surprised about the thought of her actually touching herself to the thought of you. But more of actually getting to hear her touch herself.

You had stepped closer to her bedroom door, of course she left it wide open.

You were a vision in her head. Imagining you, or more of your pillow, underneath her. Your entrance wet and throbbing as it met hers. Her eyes hungry and needy as she slumped against the pillow. Humping and moaning your name as she gripped against the silk case of your pillow.

Maybe all this time you had to be more upfront. Maybe all this time all you needed to do was give her the real thing.

"Robin?"

She had flinched upon hearing your voice, practically jumping off the pillow as her cheeks flushed red. "Y/N, I..." She panted. "Angel, I can explain, I..."

"Shh.." You mumbled, crawling onto her bed. Slowly approaching her. "I've known all this time, baby.."

"You've.." her eyes widened. "You've known?!"

"Mhm.." You replied, chewing on your lip slightly. "Ever since you took my panties..." You continued, your hand caressing her cheek.

"And you didn't call me out on it? The things I did, I...it was perverted, it was disgusting..it-"

Before she could finish her ramble, you had pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Her eyes fluttering shut as her hand moved to bury itself in your hair, just the way she did in all her fantasies.

"You can never be disgusting to me, baby.." You cooed in between kisses, a hand on your hips pulling you closer to her.

"Angel, I want you so bad..." Robin whined as you kissed down her neck, the girl was stiff in her movements, unsure of what to do. "I don't know how to...I..."

You had pulled the edge of her shirt as you lay down on her bed, pushing the pillow to support your head as you guided her on top of you.

"Relive every fantasy, Robin..."

[samcvrpenters]

word count:  1.2k+

pairing:  joe goldberg x fem! reader (season four)

summary:  he’s always been suspicious of you, and now he’s hoping to get those thoughts cleared up. and who best to go than you?

warnings:  mentions of murder, violence, stalking, attempted murder, i was half asleep when i wrote this so it is significantly shorter than it could be

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he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about you. was it your eyes? maybe could say that it was your eyes that he was truly suspicious about. the way they darkened when the wrong thing was said, or the way they lit up with joy in the most unusual of situations. to be honest, he wasn’t sure himself. 

but there was something about you that caused him to think over and over again that you were the eat-the-rich killer. his mind was plagued with the fact that you were the one going round and brutally murdering everyone because of the fact they were rich. a little well-off.

the motive was hard to decipher though. 

were you doing it for the act of fame? maybe you wanted to bring yourself up to the throne by getting rid of the people standing in your way— but if you really wanted to go through with that, you would have to kill rhys montrose and lady phoebe.

were you doing it because they had something against you? malcom was a scheming piece of work, and the possibility of him doing something against you was high, even if he was impulsive. simon, however, he couldn’t work out. what would he have done to you to make you kill him?

was it purely for fun? maybe you had truly lost your mind after reading about some true crime and wanted to experience it for yourself. maybe you just felt like doing that. maybe it was because it was calling out to you and you decided it would be a game for you.

or was it love? it was the most basic excuse that it could be but the possibility was certainly high. maybe you were doing it for someone else in the group. maybe you were doing it for someone out of the group. he still couldn’t put his finger on it.

joe’s— no, jonathan’s lips purse together as he watches you walk through the garden with lady phoebe, his eyes on your hands at all times.

he was still confused about his own situation with his name, but he did quite like it. that private investigator was right to give him the passport that he so desperately needed for an escape. 

his eyes followed your body as you pull yourself around the corner, now heading in his direction, a smile present on your face as you were talking to lady phoebe. why were you so happy after multiple of your friends had died?

what if he would watch you kill her? then that would be all of the evidence he needed to finally put a stop to it— to you. 

he was always a calculating person. always. he would wait and plan out his moves, but at this moment in time, he really felt like just pouncing on you and letting your breath leave your lips.

the way you stepped forward in those heels? all he wanted to do was knock you off them and let the blood run freely from your head.

give you a taste of your own medicine.

but then that small bit of doubt— the fact that you could easily not be the killer and just emotional about the situation was strong in his mind.

at the dinner, his eyes were purely on you.

maybe you thought by now that he was staring because he liked you. but you had hardly noticed. you were too busy chatting away to gemma or whatever her name was. he didn’t really care for other people at the moment. only you.

to be a killer, a calculated one, you had to be observant. but you weren’t really putting those skills into play really, were you?

his conviction was definitely starting to crumble.

but now he just found himself watching you. the way you slipped the fork into your mouth as you pushed down that small salad leaf that was on your plate, courtesy of lady phoebe.

when you left the table, he allowed himself to do the same shortly after.

watching you navigate the hallways of hampsie was great. like you know exactly where you were going. and then when you glanced around your shoulder once hearing the slight shuffle of his shoes? that was fantastic too.

but he decided to act now.

what if it was too late by the time that he was able to get there? what if you had already made another kill? he could no longer just sit and watch, even if he wasn’t sure if you were the killer anymore.

the hand in his pocket twitched slightly as he could feel his hand wrapping around the switchblade that was present in it. for emergencies.

and this felt like an emergency.

he watches you as you round the corner, basically heading to your room already. 

he approaches fairly fast, his hand gripping into your shoulder, pushing you up against the wall with your back against his chest, face against the wall. he raises the blade up to your neck.

you let out a gasp— one that he’s heard from his own victims in the past. 

“you’re the eat-the-rich killer.” his voice was cold. unnervingly cold. not something that jonathan would necessarily do if he got the chance. “you killed malcom. and simon.” confrontation was always a good thing, but was this truly the best that he could go for?

“no— no i didn’t—“ you struggle in his grip, causing him to turn you around so that you were facing him, the switchblade moving to the front of your neck.

his grip was so harsh on your shoulder. you could almost swear that he was going to break it.

“jonathan— stop. before you do anything stupid—“ definitely sounded like a signature line from a killer, didn’t it? ‘before you do anything stupid’. what does that mean? that you’ll haunt him in the afterlife after getting killed by him.

“no. i know that you’re the killer.” his voice was surprisingly quiet. like nothing you have ever heard before. it was sinister, in some way. eerie.

but he didn’t have any evidence.

he only possessed a gut feeling.

“i swear to god i’m not the killer!” your voice rises unsteadily as he pushes the blade further into your throat, almost threatening to open it before pulling it away from you.

why the hell did he change his mind all of a sudden?

why the hell did he suddenly bring away the blade that was about to impale you if he was dead set on you being the killer?

“i’m willing to believe you.” or maybe it was something else deep within him that was stopping him from killing you. because he simply couldn’t. “but i’ll be watching you the next few days.” he takes a step back, away from you.

you were glad, in some sense. sure, the entire concept of privacy would be forgotten if he was watching you but at least he wasn’t trying to kill you anymore. that’s what mattered.

and now? now he would have some sort of justification watching you. it was all going according to plan, wasn’t it? 

[khunyuki]

"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"

ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛ: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢?

Synopsis: Kafka was so used to calling Kagami as Platoon Leader Hoshina that he was confused when she ran away after mentioning that in front of his Vice Captain. Part 2 of this post.

Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Fiancee!OC

Note/s: I was undecided if I should choose detailed or not but for now i'm writing it in the way I knew how to write. Shorter but better i guess hahahah

Warning/s: Minors below 18+ is NOT ALLOWED

Genre: NSFW

Masterlist: TOC

↓↓↓ PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AS THIS CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT ↓↓↓

"My wife, why are you hiding here all by yourself?"

As if her body took a screenshot, Kagami was so startled by the sudden voice whispering in her ears that she jumped and lost her balance only to bump into the person she's hiding from.

"S-Soshiro! H-how did you get here?! Since when??"

Kagami wanted to run away but the sheer strength of his grip overpowers her easily. She didn't know how he got behind her undetected or how he found her but she knew... She's already screwed...

"I-i'm not hiding I swear! I just have work to do!"

Kagami made an excuse with whatever comes to her mind first. Her brain already in a mush despite him not doing anything and just holding her in his arms. Her face turning red by the second as she remember her crimes.

"Is that so~ I wonder what kind of work does Platoon Leader Hoshina have to do in the storage room?"

Hoshina Soshiro licked his lips as his fiancee gulped at having been caught. He lifted her body to sit her down on the empty table, then pressing close enough between her legs to meet her private parts with his own. Her legs unconsciously wrapping around his hips and her arms on his neck.

"That's... Ummm... Well..."

Kagami couldn't move nor could she think. Especially when he was grinding his hips in a sensual way, making her aroused while he's just looking at her with his usual foxy face like he isn't doing anything to her at all.

"Tell me... Do you really want to take my last name that badly, my dear wife?"

Soshiro took his left hand from her hips to the base of her cheeks and jaw, cupping and supporting it. His thumb rubbing her plump lips, playing with it. He urged her to open her mouth and made her suck on it. He couldn't help but bit his own lips in delight as she easily gave him access to her mouth, her tongue playing with it as she sucked it like a baby. He could feel her sanity leaving out of her body as he removed his hand away from her face.

"Yes. I do"

As if possessed, Kagami gave her answer as if she's out of breath. Staring at him with those bedroom eyes full of need, she pulled him down so their lips could meet with each other.

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Soshiro ripped her tights and moved her panties aside, pushing her uniform's skirt upwards. He inserted his digits on her needy cunt while he kissed her hungrily, drowning out the moans she's letting out.

"Be quiet. You wouldn't want anyone to hear you, right?"

He whispered in her ear while pumping in and out of her. His free right hand brushing her hair back, moving her braids to the back. She placed her hands on her mouth in an attempt to drown out her moans.

"Remove your buttons but don't take your clothes off"

She did as she was told, undoing the buttons of her uniform clumsily. The standard formal uniform for women is made like a dress with a belt so despite what she's doing, the uniform still clings to her with only her chest exposed. He licked his lips at the show.

"That's right. Good girl"

He removed his right hand from her head to slipped it inside her bra. Cupping her left breast and squeezing it in the confines of restrictive clothing. He pushed it upwards while he played with her erect nipples and bit her neck.

"Soshi--"

His actions left her breathless that she almost forgot to keep quiet. Just the mere thought of doing such vulgar act at work made her wet and tight, even more so if someone hears her loud noises during it.

"Shhhh~"

The soft shushing he let out brought shivers down her spine, making her bite her bottom lip in ecstasy. Never in her life did she thought of something like this happening to her yet it gives her with so much delight because she's doing it with her lover.

She was close, so so close with the way her pussy became even tighter and how her silent moans became more erratic. Then he stopped all of his work, removing his fingers from her cunt and breast making her feel so empty and whine as he interrupted her high.

"Tell me what do you want me to do?"

He knew just how much she wants him but he can't let her get what she wants so easily. Even if she stares at him with those eyes, begging him to make her cum and put it inside.

"I-"

She knew he was teasing her with that twisted smile on his face. He wants her to beg him but she's too embarrassed to do so. She couldn't even close her legs and squirm as he's standing in between them.

"What does my dearest wife want me to do?"

He asked her as he removed his own member from its own confines, stroking it with his hands then slapping it against her pussy. She tried so hard to contain her moans but the way he rubs it upside down her folds, pressing on her hole yet not entering it fully, she was going crazy.

"Please! Put it in plea-Ahhh"

She begged him in a whisper shout as she couldn't handle it any longer. He didn't even let her finish before he pushed himself all the way inside producing a smack of their skins meeting each other. He was pounding on her so roughly and fast, she couldn't even produce a sound as her mouth hangs open.

"Who am I?"

He asked her, not once stopping his fast pace. His hands now on her bottom bringing her closer to him as their hips met.

"Soshiro~"

She could only call his name in response at the pure ecstasy she's feeling.

"Not that, the other one"

This confused Kagami as she suddenly looked at him for clarification. Only the smile on his face was his answer. Then she thought back to what he keeps on calling her the entire time, not that she could thinking properly with him rearranging her guts at the moment.

"H-husband?"

She guessed having recalled him calling her wife over and over again, and how she got into this situation in the first place.

"That's right"

His pace became even rougher, constantly hitting her g-spot as reward for her correct answer.

"My husband~"

"My wife~"

They called out to each other with their newfound endearments feeling even more vigorous as they feel their climaxes coming. He could feel his member getting harder at her every mention.

"I'm the only one who can make you and see you like this hmm"

"Yes! You're the only one!"

They momentarily forgot to be silent as they released at the same time. As always, he rode her still releasing all of his semen inside her womb then finally removes it with a satisfying pop. They pant heavily at the sudden workout as they he held her in his arms.

"How about a second round?"

He gave her an expecting grin before he got slapped on the shoulder.

"We're still at work..."

Not as exhausted as before, the fog on her mind instantly cleared as soon as she came, remembering where they are.

"Hmmm... What a shame. I wanted to show you more how this husband of yours will treat you"

He helped her stand up, fixing her bra and buttoning her uniform. He purposely didn't wipe up their juices but instead pushed something inside instead, earning a gasp from her. The liquid dripping on her ruined panties was forcefully pushed back by an object.

"What did you do??"

Confused, Kagami wanted to know what he did. Sure she trusts him but this was the first time he's done something weird to her like this.

"You can't remove it"

She could feel that thing vibrating inside making her really uncomfortable. She's also so full yet this object was shaking on her insides. She once again looked at his face to ask if he's sure about this but was only greeted by a smirk.

"If you make it until you get home then I'll give you a reward"

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[thewulf]

My Girl || Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Summary: Request! Hello!! I saw that your requests are open, and was wondering if you could do a beau "cyclone" Simpson or a tom "iceman" Kazansky one shot, where cyclone/iceman are in an established relationship w a doctor and dagger squad/1986 top gun squad find out about the reader?

A/N: This one was so fun to write, although a bit shorter than my normal one shots. It just came so easily. I went with Tom in the Original 1986 version! There’s lots of flipping back and forth between names and callsigns, just a warning!

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+

Once you parked your car in the driveway you took a moment to collect your thoughts. The residency was tough, kicking your ass even. You had opted to go into pediatric surgery which wasn’t for the faint of heart. More often than not things did go your way but today was one of those days where you lost a baby right at the end of the surgery, shattering you. These cases always felt worse than the best cases made you feel happy.

Tom was home you noted. His truck sitting in the driveway next to your much smaller car. He had moved into your condo after three years of dating. Things between the two of you were great. More than great. The both of you understood how demanding each other’s careers were so when you did get time together you loved to just relax with each other. You were rather looking forward to falling asleep on Tom’s shoulder or lap in a few hours.

Walking through the front door you found him sitting on the couch reading through what looked like a manual. Tom had just gotten into Top Gun with his RIO Slider, or as you knew him, Ron. Luckily, Top Gun wasn’t far from where you he was already stationed in San Diego so selfishly you got to have him home for a little while longer. That was the hardest of it all when Tom was deployed on a mission. You knew just how good he was in the air but there was that fear that always sat in the back of your mind when he left. You always just prayed he’d make it home safe. He hadn’t let you down yet.

“Hi baby,” Leaning down you kissed his cheek. Breaking him right of the trance he was in, “Everything okay?”

“Y/N.” He smiled pulling your neck down for an actual kiss, “I’m great sweetheart. Just making sure I’ve got everything before our practical tomorrow. Viper wasn’t happy we shot him down today, so I think he wants to prove a point.”

“Pete giving you any trouble today?” You asked while plopping yourself down next to him. Cuddling into him you took a deep breath finding immense comfort in his scent.

He grinned pulling you right on top of him, throwing the manual off to the side, “Mav’s always giving me trouble. But I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about you. How was your day?”

You sighed placing your head onto his chest, “Not good T. Lost an infant. Another five-year-old isn’t doing great either.” You didn’t feel like elaborating. Tom already knew how you felt. Completely and utterly defeated.

Rubbing your head he squeezed you with his other hand, “I’m sorry baby.”

“It’s okay,” You whispered, “Occupational hazard I suppose.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier.” He placed his chin on top of your head, “It’s okay to be sad.”

“I know, you make it easier though.” Mumbling you closed your eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of your boyfriend’s heart. Always finding comfort in him.

“You can’t fall asleep yet sweetheart.” His vibrations of the laughing coming from his chest only soothing you further.

“And why not?” You pouted while still keeping your eyes closed.

He paused, not sure if he wanted to bring up his plan anymore. See, the guys at Top Gun didn’t believe Ice the last time they were all at the Hard Deck. They didn’t believe he had a doctor girlfriend. Ice refused to even look at another woman knowing you were working late that night. Really the only reason he ever went out was if you were stuck at the hospital. He’d much rather spend his nights in with you on the couch watching some dumb show neither of you paid attention to.

Mav and Goose teased that he had no game. Not accepting that he had a girlfriend. Nonetheless one that was literally smarter than all of them combined. Claiming that Ice was far too cold of a person to ever get a girlfriend like that. Let alone keep one for four years. But your Tom was a whole lot different than the Iceman that all the aviators knew.

They really didn’t believe him when he described you. Even a few other aviators had to agree with the pair. Not believing Iceman was emotionally capable of obtaining somebody like you for that amount of time. You sounded way too grounded, smart, and beautiful to be wrapped up in the life of an aviator’s girlfriend. But the two of you made it work. You always made it a point to communicate as much as you could, even when things were tough.

The whole group all about lost it when Ice showed off the engagement ring he carried around with him. He didn’t know when he was going to propose to you, but he wanted to have the ring ready to go for when it felt right. He’d bought it a few months ago, the longer he lived with you the more it reinforced that he knew you were it for him. He saw himself starting a family with you. Being forever happy with you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to babe.” He kissed the top of your head, “I was thinking we go to the Hard Deck tonight?”

You looked up at him turning your head in confusion. He never invited you to the Hard Deck. Not that you minded, at all. That was his place with the guys. You trusted Tom with your life. Of course, you’d let him have his place, “The Hard Deck?”

“Mhmm,” He rubbed circles on your back, “Maybe you could grab a few drinks, not think about the day?”

“Did you say the Hard Deck?” You asked again, making sure you heard him right.

“Yes.” He smiled, “There something wrong with it?”

You shook your head quickly, “No! I just haven’t been with you before.”

He frowned almost instantly, “Really?”

“Yeah, but it never bothered me. I promise. I know it’s your place.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No wonder they don’t believe me.” Tom sighed leaning back into the couch, pulling you right along with him.

Over time you found that Tom’s love language was physical touch and quality time. He always pulled you into him or onto him. He found solace in your touch, loving every single second of it.

“What are you talking about?” You laughed, “You’re confusing me tonight, T.”

He smiled at his favorite nickname, “The guys don’t believe that you exist. That I’m making you up.”

“Ahh, now you’re making some more sense my love.” You giggled, “You want to show them that I exist then?”

He smirked pinching your side, “I want to show you off baby.”

“I’ve got a lot of work to do if you want to show me off.” You sighed feeling the ugliness of the day consuming the way you felt as well.

“Hardly. You’re so beautiful.”

Blushing lightly, you never got tired of the shower of compliments he always gave you, “Shush you cheese.”

“Only for you.” He bopped your nose.

“Let me shower really quick and then we can go.”

“Yeah?” He smiled knowing you would do anything for him, “We don’t have to go if you’re tired and just want to relax.”

You shook your head, “And miss my chance to meet Maverick? The only human whose ever made you angry. Never.” You giggled hopping right off him and running upstairs before he could protest.

You opted for a nice floral sundress. One because it was over a hundred damn degrees in San Diego during the summer and two you had to dress to impress. Tom wanted to show you off and you wanted to try your best. Hopefully you weren’t as awkward as you normally felt you were.

“Baby, you look amazing. As always.” Tom winked pulled you into his side, “I’m so lucky.”

“Always such a mush.” You cooed wrapping an arm around his side.

“What? I can’t fawn over my beautiful girl.”

Blushing you rolled your eyes, “Shush, you know what you’re doing.”

He shrugged, “I love seeing you blush.” Chucking he gave you a squeeze before going to open the door for you. The ride to the Hard Deck was short, you lived close to the base. You didn’t work at the Naval hospital but the civilian one down the road.

Before he let you hop out, he stopped you, “I might act a little different than normal.”

“Like what?” You smiled seeing him so nervous.

“A bit of an asshole.”

Your turn to laugh, “I expected that, Tom. I do pay attention to your stories you know.”

He returned your smile with one of his own, “God, I love you. You know that?”

Nodding your head, you leaned in for a kiss, “I do. I love you to pieces too.”

Breaking the kiss, he quickly got out to open the door for you. Four years later and you never grew tired of his gestures. He always thought of you in everything that he did. How could you not be madly in love with a man like that?

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you close into him as you both entered the bar. Whether he was staking his claim on you or what you didn’t care, you loved being close to him. You loved it even more when he wasn’t afraid to show it. Who knew a bunch of Naval aviators would push him to do something so wildly out of his comfort zone. Tom at home was lovey and mushy always. Tom in public was sweet but never got too affectionate. Nothing like what he was doing right now.

Tom quickly spotted Slider pulling you along with him. He let you take the seat next to him white he stood behind you.

“I’ll be damned. Is this Y/N really out at the Hard Deck.” Ron put his aviators on top of his head eyeing the pair curiously. You adored Tom’s RIO. You guys often had him over for dinner once you moved in. He was good company and saw the rare soft side that Tom really only reserved for you on occasion.

“Your eyes don’t deceive you, Ronny.” You grinned using your favorite nickname for him. It still felt odd calling him Slider even though that’s exclusively how Tom referred to him as.

Ron looked up towards Ice waiting for his response, “What?” Ice questioned his RIO.

“Mav and Goose get under your skin that bad?”

Tom scoffed, “Hardly. I just wanted to go out with my girl. Is that such a crime?”

Ron smirked up at his friend knowing he was bullshitting him hard. Ever since Ice heard what happened to Cougar with the MIG’s and dropping out of the Navy as a whole pissed him off. Mav took Cougar’s spot. His rightful spot that he worked years for. Of course, he held resentment. Then he met the guy. He had to admit that you were right. There weren’t many people who could agitate Tom, Mav ended up being one.

Tom spotted him just as he was thinking of him sitting across the bar. Smirking Tom decided to lean down and give you a long kiss on the cheek hoping Mav would see before whispering, “Mav, 2 o’clock.” To you.

You looked over in that general direction and had to have spotted the man that seemed to torture your Tom. He looked a little shocked before replacing it was a cocky façade you were sure most aviators wore.

It wasn’t a moment later the man made his way over to where the three of you were.

“Your girl actually exists Ice?” Pete asked Tom but looked at you. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you.

Taking a long sip of your cocktail you eyed him up and down, “That’s it?” You looked back up at Tom curiously.

“What hon?” He asked you quizzically. Not having a clue what you were getting at.

“I was just expecting more that’s all.” You smiled sweetly at the man. Ron up and started laughing. Tom’s mouth almost completely dropped, and Pete looked a little pissed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pete questioned you with a confused expression garnering his face.

You shrugged, “For such a dominant callsign of Maverick I was just expecting more. That’s all.”

“What are you doing?” Tom whispered in your ear albeit with a small smile forming on his face.

“Pissing him off baby.” You kissed his cheek slowly.

“Why?”

“Because he pisses you off. Fair is fair.” You giggled before grabbing for your cocktail again. You weren’t sure what was coming over you. You weren’t overly attention seeking but when somebody wound up your boyfriend like that you just had to do the same back. Tom protected you fiercely it was your turn to do the same. Even if it was all just in good fun.

Pete stood there confused. You decided to rub salt on the wound, “Would you like a drink or?”

“Are you paying?” He smirked getting his confidence back.

“Ha!” You let out an obnoxious laugh earning the attention of a few more aviators unbeknownst to you, “You wish hot shot. Your boyfriend down there is paying.” You pointed straight to the blonde who was avidly watching what was going down between the group.

You looked up at Tom who looked pleasantly surprised. His girlfriend more than holding her own against the arrogant asshole that drove him mad.

“Goose.” Mav sighed rolling his eyes before darting off to go find him.

You smiled up to your boyfriend feeling the buzz start to take over as you downed your first drink a little too quickly.

“Ice! That’s your girl?” A group of aviators in uniform came over. Turning towards the group you smiled kindly to the trio that made their way over.

“No shit, you actually exist. How do you stand him?”

“Hollywood shut it.” Tom nearly growled stepping closer to your barstool.

“Easily.” You continued after Tom interjected.

“Really?” The one standing next to Hollywood spoke up.

Tom looked like he was going to explode on them if they didn’t back off soon, “Really Wolfman?”

“Just surprising.” He muttered looking away from the gaze that could kill.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You attempted to break the tension between all the men that happened out of nowhere, “Tom says great things about you all.”

“You too!” Hollywood clapped walking over to you, “Now I need to pick your brain on Iceman over here.”

“No way Hollywood.” Tom laughed blocking him from taking a seat next to you. He had his mask for work for a reason. He had to build up his reputation to be called Iceman, he didn’t want that to be ruined. He was cool calm collected Iceman who never broke in the air. Flew cold as ice. There is no way in hell he’d ever let one of them learn about the other side of himself. The soft side of him. The truer side where he felt his best when he was with you. He knew he was weak for you, but he always knew you were just as weak for him.

Tom never really believed in soul mates before he met you. But when he accidentally ran into you, literally, at the hospital you worked at his heart nearly stopped right then and there. He knocked you flat on your ass, but you were nothing but gracious. You started laughing, likely in embarrassment but it was a better reaction than anger. Tom insisted he buy you a coffee for the trouble and you accepted. You were on hour fourteen of a hell shift and a coffee sounded more than wonderful. From that moment on Tom believed. He was so thankful he literally ran you over.

Little did the two of you know that would kick off the world wind romance you found yourself in, but you couldn’t be more grateful. Tom was everything to you. You quickly fell in love with him, and it terrified you. You were so useed to shitty men and shitty relationships this relationship made you constantly on edge. Waiting on the other shoe to drop. But it never did. Tom just kept treating you better and better the longer you two dated. It was month four that you knew you loved him deeply. Luckily, he told you first which negated any fear you had in the relationship.

“Come on Ice!” Hollywood attempted to pout earning a laugh from Slider and Wolfman.

“Like I said. No fucking way.”

Smiling you loved watching the interaction between all of the aviators. He was different but he was still your Tom. He just threw that mask up to protect himself. You understood. You had to do the same thing at work. Feeling like you had to be a stone-cold bitch many times to prove yourself to your attending because you were a woman. There weren’t many woman surgeons let alone ones that specialized in pediatrics in the 80’s. You were sure that Tom would hardly recognize you at work, an almost heartless version of yourself.

A few more aviators came over seeing a crowd forming around you. Tom viscerally groaned knowing this was likely going to happen. He brought it upon himself but now the guys were picking on him by giving you so much attention. Tom wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and take you home away from all of them.

“Ice! She’s pretty. How in the hell did you manage that?”

Tom rolled his eyes knowing you heard the comment, “Shut up Merlin.”

Slider started cracking up seeing the irritation grow on his pilot’s face, “Hey Merlin, ever thought it was because he’s amazing in the sack?”

Your face grew bright red at the comment. He surely wasn’t wrong, but you certainly weren’t going to admit it to the now group of pilots that surrounded you and Ron at the bar.

Ice slapped the back of his head, “The hell is wrong with you?”

“Her face is bright red! It must be true!”

You shrugged grabbing your refreshed cocktail instead of answering.

“Oh, shut the hell up Goose!” Tom groaned flipping him off earning a roar of laughter from the Top Gun group.

“I always knew you were a legend man.” Slider commented while winking over at him making sure to dig his hole deeper.

“You’re on my shit list.” Tom tried to keep a straight face before joining in the group laughing at the situation.

For the next few hours, you chatted with random pilots finding the best conversation with Nick Bradshaw. He reminded you of your brother finding an easy casual conversation with him. You still made sure to give Pete a hard time, for the sake of Tom.

Tom pulled you aside when he had enough, “Ready to go home? I want some time with you sweetheart.”

You nodded finding it so attractive he wanted you to himself, “Let’s go.”

He helped you up from your stool waving the crowd of aviators off. The two of you blaming your work for your early departure. One perk of being a doctor is being able to use that as an excuse to leave anything you didn’t want to be at.

“For the record, I’m not only with you because you’re good in bed. But it’s a perk.”

He smirked, “Let’s utilize that perk when we get home, yeah?”

You looped your arm in his, “Hell yeah.”

“That’s my girl.”

@wildellaa I hope you enjoy!

[bigassmoonchild]

Nine

Pairing: Captain John Price x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: An intel mission gone wrong, you and Price are stuck in a safehouse before Ghost finally responds to you guys through the radio. Why were the people outside getting closer?

Content Tags: Teasing, Fluff, Angst, No Use of Y/N

A/N: This one is definitely shorter than I was expecting, and it keeps most of the same elements. I just re-wrote it for storyline purposes. I won't be home for a while, so Maple Syrup will be updated later tonight when I get the chance to write. As always, content under the cut and asks are open <3

"It was just an intel mission," you mocked Price, giving a high-pitched and whiny voice. "We'll be in and out, minimal fighting," he scoffed beside you, giving you an annoyed look.

"I don't sound like that,"

"That's what you got out of what I said?" You responded quickly. "I'm sitting in a literal puddle beneath a bush because there are people out there and we don't know who or what they are," you reached out to slap his arm playfully, but he pulled away before you could with a laugh.

To say your relationship with the Captain was professional would be a complete lie. You have been in and out of touch with him since he was initially a Lieutenant, and each time you found yourself in a new position. Today? Brand new, you've never had to hide from a group of people in a bush in a puddle.

As you switched on the night-vision on your goggles, you could see a few different legs staggering around. Were they injured? Why the hell were they staggering, you wouldn't find out. Price was playing with one of the radios, trying to find the frequency that Ghost, Soap, Gaz and the others would be on.

You'd long since lost the group of soldiers you were supposed to be with, maybe they'd been blazed down by the soldiers shooting at you, maybe they'd been attacked by the people who were now wandering about. You didn't know, and you'd probably never find out.

Price dropped the radio with a huff, tilting his head towards you. He gave a single shrug, shaking his head. "Can't find them," he told you. You shook your own head, trying to think.

If they weren't using the radios, was it for a reason? Had someone hacked into the frequency that you'd been using? Whatever it was, you'd thought, it didn't matter enough right now.

"Where's the nearest safehouse?" He checked a few things, looking at a map to try and figure it out. You watched him count clicks, trying to figure it out for yourself, but it was too dark to be able to find it out.

Price shook his head at you, giving you a grim look. "Not for a few clicks, it's just outside of the forest we're in," he told you, pointing slightly to your left. "That way," and you nodded, trying to look at the map yourself to figure it out.

What you could decipher was a lot of trees between you and safety.

"Make a run for it, you think?" You watched him heave a deep sigh, furrowing his brows in thought. You could hear grunts and groans from the people above you, small huffs of different words. Your radio echoed with static before you could shut it off and you could see some feet turn in your direction.

"Run!" Price grabbed you and dragged you up, making a break for it while lowering his own night-vision goggles. There was little hesitation in the way you held onto his hand just as tightly as he seemed to hold yours.

For a moment, his hand let go and he staggered before coming back to full speed, just behind you while giving you more ushers of 'Run!' and 'Don't look back!' Sometimes, you had to listen to your captain and not snark off to him.

You could almost feel the limp in the way that he ran as his hand found yours again. He let go to split around a tree before finding your hand again, nearly tugging you to move quicker. It seemed that, even through the darkness that enveloped the forest, the people around you could see oh so easily.

It was terrifying. Running from an enemy you didn't know, with your teammates somewhere you didn't know.

You could see a building, looming in the distance, blocking all of the limited light in front of you and shining a dark black in the goggles. As you grew closer, you staggered up a hill and realized it wasn't as looming as you'd initially thought. Just a simple cement building, a few doors and windows only on the second floor.

Price was able to get just ahead of you, his longer legs helping to push up the hill. 'His ass is nice' was your only thought, switching between ogling him and watching for things you could trip over.

Staggering up the stairs, he flipped a floorboard on the porch up and picked up a key, slotting it in and sending the door opening. It was dark in the house, quite obviously, but it smelled dusty. Unused.

As you walked in, Price shut the door quietly behind you, moving quickly to block the area around the door before turning a light on. You moved into the kitchen area, checking for anything you could eat that was still good. You could see Price slightly limping to the bathroom, walking out with a first-aide kit.

Giving up on the search for food, you walked out and grabbed the kit from Price.

"We both know your tendency to fuck up anything medical," you told him, sitting down beside him. "What's hurt?"

He sighed, kicking his leg up on the table and pulling the pant leg up too. "I don't know what happened, a scratch or something biting me," you snorted, shifting a little closer to the edge of the couch, pulling out items you'll need to fix him up.

As you did so, Price tried to reach out to the team. He hissed once when you pressed a little too hard. You listened to the static, hearing hums and hisses coming from the little radio. Yours was still silent.

An alert perked you both up, your hands pulling away from Price's leg and you two watched the radio as voices finally started to come through.

One in particular made you both look at each other. "-ere are you?" Ghost was asking, and you both sighed a deep breath. They're okay.

"A few clicks east of Berlin, at the safehouse that's in the woods there," Price told them and you could hear the grunting and groaning growing closer. Price moved to open the door a little, glancing out before spinning around.

"They're growing closer, we need to-" the door started shaking with bangs. Price moved back, hand finding you and pushing you with him. "If anything happens, our code-word is nine," he whispered to you and you groaned.

"Seriously, why is our code word the same as-" he turned to look at you sharply and you looked away, going silent. Price turned and pushed you into the bedroom of the area, pointing down at the bed.

"There's a crawl-space down there. I need you to get in there and stay there, I'll be back soon," you nodded with his words, crawling under the bed and sliding the door leading to the crawl space to the side. As you slid into it, you could hear the door groaning and eventually break in.

Price shouted at them, and gunshots echoed around the small room. You could hear the grunts and groans, you could see Price's legs stumble back and eventually you could see them lift as he fell. The thud made you panic and you almost moved to help.

You could hear the sliding of a body on the floor, his shouting having gone silent and you could see his body disappear from your line of sight.

For the next few minutes, it was silent. You were terrified, beyond scared and worried about what was happening. Where was Price? Why had Ghost called and suddenly all the things had known exactly where you were?

Did Ghost rat you out?

Crawling out of the space under the bed, you stood and looked around. Bodies littered the floor around the living room, and you walked out of the bedroom to get the full scope of it. Bullets scattered the ground, you could see blood pooling in different areas.

They all had milky eyes, staring through the ceiling or wherever they had been looking. You moved through the broken-through door, glancing around at the bodies that littered the area outside as well. They all had the same milky eyes.

Pulling your radio from its pocket, you glanced around with wide-eyes. You attempted the radio, trying to talk into it and calling out. You could hear the radio start to spit out noises, static before a voice came through.

"-ere are you?"

[garf-lover96]

Vesuvia Weekly; Baby Fever (Rowan and Julian)

so, excluding my one single moment of weakness, they would definitely remain childless since Rowan doesn't find the idea of having a full human child of his own all that appealing. so i kind of worked around it?? there's less than 1k words here and a little bonus!

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"Rowan, dear, do you recall if we have any apples at home? We could make that pie together-" Julian moves his hand to place it on his partner's shoulder and stumbles when his palm doesn't meet anything solid.

Has Rowan just wandered off somewhere? Or was it Julian that accidentally left him behind? He stops in the middle of the street as his grey eye darts around, scanning the marketplace for any sign of the tattletale braid. Rowan really couldn't have gone that far. He probably just zoned out by a stall with some trinkets...

After taking just a few steps back the way he came from, he notices the magician hunched over something very small in a narrow alley. At the sound of steps, Rowan gets to his feet and turns around to face Julian. He's seemingly cradling something in his vest.

"There you are! You know, I was worried you've abandoned me..." Julian exclaims with a cheeky grin and his eyes fall on the small thing being cradled by Rowan. Oh, wow, it looks bald...

"What in the world... You have an infant in your hands-" Julian starts with a mortified expression—the implications of an infant being left alone in an alley obviously being disturbing—only to get cut off by Rowan's instant cackle.

"Don't worry, it's a cat!", he reassures with some tears of laughter lingering in his eyes, "Well, still a kitten, really. She waddled right up to me a moment ago." he gets the kitty out of his vest to present her to Julian. She mews happily, seeming in good health and well fed, despite her present alley situation. Julian relaxes visibly, exhaling softly.

"As for her baldness or why was she in an alley..." Rowan shrugs a little, not knowing how to continue.

"...I can't say I've ever seen a bald cat in Vesuvia, particularly. It's kind of a rare breed..." he brings his hand up to stroke his chin in confused contemplation.

"That's why you assumed she was an infant..." Rowan snorts softly.

"It's not like a bald cat is that much more likely to find in an alley! I've only ever seen a handful of them, even with all of my travelling experience."

"Do you think someone abandoned her?"

"I doubt someone would want to abandon a beauty like her. Look at all those wrinkles! She kind of does look like an infant." Julian reaches a gloved finger out to the kitty and she catches it immediately, which makes both men widen their eyes in a moment of pure adoration for the little creature. Now Rowan isn't so sure if he'll be able to let her go so easily if the time comes.

"That said, I think you would look radiant with an actual infant in your arms." Julian looks up at Rowan with a teasing smirk.

"Well, the concept of caring for something so tiny, raising it, watching it grow..." Rowan trails off and his face scrunches up in a small smile as he keeps looking down at the kitten.

"Ah, then again, if nobody comes looking for her, we could just adopt this little baldie...", Julian says, but then quickly dismisses the thought "But to my knowledge, her breed is quite expensive. There's no way someone would just leave her like that. I'll bet she just wandered off from her owner and they're looking for her right now."

As if on command, two figures come rushing through the marketplace, asking every person in their way about something and gesticulating wildly a kitten-sized shape with their hands. Noticing them, Julian takes Rowan's hand and pulls him out of the alley, the kitty still happily cradled on his forearm. The moment he locks eyes with the pair, they come running up with looks of extreme relief on their faces.

"You found our little troublemaker! Damn it, she's been like this ever since she first opened her eyes, that one.", the shorter figure remarks while the taller one fetches a coin pouch from their coat and practically shoves it into Julian's face, "You have to accept our thanks, we don't know what would we do if she got lost for good!"

Rowan and Julian look at each other, wanting to check if they're on the same page. The kitten is already squirming her way out of Rowan's grasp to get to the pair so there isn't any doubt about them telling the truth. But should they take the gold...?

"Ehhh, it's fine, really... She was a treat to babysit anyway, even if for just a short while..." Rowan plucks the coin pouch from Julian's hands and gives it back along with the squirming kitten, with a slightly somber expression on his face.

"But we very much would like to know the story behind this! What's a kitten of this... Bald sort doing in a place like this?" Julian asks with a smile, obviously already making small talk.

"Ha, we rescued her mother from a poacher! Though, we had no idea what we were truly signing up for. We assumed she was just fat..."

As Julian chats with the pair cheerfully, Rowan just listens with an intrigued smile, gazing at the little kitty longingly from time to time. The conversation continues until Julian manages to remember that they still have shopping to do. They all say goodbye to each other and the owners of the kitten walk off back the way they came from.

"Damn it, we didn't even ask for any of their names..." Rowan mumbles sadly and leans against Julian with a huff.

"And so the cat is gone... Now who's going to be the pregnant one, you or me?" Julian nudges his partner with a snort.

"Gah, you just ruined it for me..." he smacks him back with a flustered smile.

and the bald kitty herself. in italian

[suckerforcate]

Dancing in the Dark

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1419

Warnings: none

Summary: You ask Brienne out for a dance. She doesn't take it very well.

A/n: So now that I've got that draft posted, I can start working on your request @pastanest!!

Yet again you sat on a rock just by the training ground. You were mesmerised by the way Brienne fought the men, by the way she held the sword and made the fighting look like a dance. It was a special dance, one that no one else could dance with such grace, with such beauty. You knew not many thought of Brienne as beautiful, because she didn’t fit the beauty standard of Westeros. She was taller than any woman you had ever laid eyes on, and she didn’t exactly stand for femininity. But that didn’t matter to you. The way you felt about her, it was something you had never felt before with anyone.

As you looked up from the book you were reading to look at her, you found her eyes already on you. She smiled at you, it was a smile most people probably wouldn’t understand as one. But you did, it was reserved just for you. You smiled back at her and suddenly felt enough courage to ask her what you had wanted to ask her for the last week.

You packed your book away and walked over to her.

“Brienne, do you have a moment?“ she looked up at you and put her sword back into her scabbard. You walked a few steps past her and turned around to look at her.

„Come, walk a bit with me.“ she followed you, and quietly you walked to your favourite tree. You had seen it grow since you were little, and slowly it became a big tree, that was a great source of shadow on a hot summer day. You stopped and leaned on the tree.

“How can I help you, my princess?” You smirked at her stubbornness. Whatever you did, she never called you by your name. It annoyed you, yes. But it was cute, so you didn’t mind.

“Your princess,”, you mocked her, “would like to ask you something.” Brienne nodded slightly.

“Have you heard about the dance my father is hosting?”

“Yes, I have heard of it. But I don’t plan to attend it.” You were sad to hear that, but were sure that you could change her mind.

“Why not?”

“I don’t have a partner for it and I know that no one wants me there.” It broke your heart to hear her say something like that.

“Well, I would want you there. Will you go to the dance with me?”

Brienne took a step back and her face suddenly changed from relaxed to pure discomfort. Her posture stiffened, and she looked down at you with shock in her face.

“(Y/n) I really thought you were different. I won’t fall for this, you’re just gonna stand me up.” With that Brienne turned around and left.

“Brienne, wait. I don’t…” she ignored you and honestly you didn't have the energy to follow after her. Your legs were much shorter and it would have taken all your energy.

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It had been three days since you asked Brienne to the dance, the dance which was today. You had decided, much to your sisters despair, that you wouldn’t go. Brienne was the only one you would have gone with. If you went alone, all the princes your dad had invited would try to seduce you, and it would be unbearable. So, you just didn’t go. You stayed in your room the whole day, not wanting to meet your sister. Knowing that she would just try to get you to going to the dance, you could easily do without that conversation.

In the evening after everyone had left for the ball, and you felt that you could wander through the halls without meeting people all the time, you left your room. For about half an hour you just walked around until you sat down in the courtyard. It was a clear night and there were many stars in the sky. They probably formed all sorts of star signs, but that was your brother's speciality not yours. You were better with books and knew a lot about different flowers and their effects.

Suddenly someone sat down next to you, you hadn’t even heard them coming.

“You’re not at the dance, my lady.” You recognised the voice as Brienne’s. She had such a calm and soothing voice, you would recognise it everywhere. Normally it brought you comfort, but now it felt like a stab in the heart.

“No, I’m not.” Your voice was cold. Colder than you had wanted it to be.

“Why not, my lady? I assume there were plenty of suitors for you.” You looked at her and chuckled. But it was not out of amusement but rather out of disbelieve. She really didn’t get it. “Well, the only person I would have gone with said no. So I didn’t feel like going on my own.”

Brienne looked at you for a second, and then she looked into the stars again. Even if you were hurt and even a little pissed at her behaviour you had to admit that she looked beautiful in the moonlight. And the sight of her here, not in armour but simply in her most natural form, reminded you again why you had fallen in love with her.

"I'm sorry, that he did that to you."

"You really don't get it, do you?"

She looked at you, utterly confused.

"I don't think I can follow my lady."

"My god, Brienne. Stop calling me that. I've told you so many times."

You jumped up on your feet and just stared at Brienne for a second, not really knowing what you actually wanted to tell her now. The truth, yes. But she would never believe you.

“Ah, Brienne. I'm sick of this dancing around each other and ignoring each other. I’m very well aware of the fact that you will probably not believe a word of what I’m about to say. But I don’t know how to make you believe. So I’ll just spit it out. I’m in love with you. There, now you know it. This is most definitely not how I wanted to tell you, but I can’t do this anymore. You were the only person I would have attended the ball with and you let me standing under that tree like an idiot because you can’t believe that anyone could ever love you. I understand that you’ve been hurt in your life, many times. But I thought we trusted each other, enough for you to know that I would never joke about you like that. And I could have lived with you not wanting to go with me and ignoring me afterwards, if I knew that you didn’t like me. But you do. I know you do.” Brienne was blushing like an idiot and was quite happy for the darkness around her for covering it up a bit.

“How…”

“Oh come on, I’m not an Idiot. I see the way you look at me, the way you smile when I enter the room and the way your voice softens when you talk to me, the way you visibly relax, when around me.”

Brienne saw a lonely tear fall down your cheek. You had never seen her stand up and rush towards you so fast. She dried the tear and looked at you apologetic.

“I’m sorry I brought you so much hurt and sadness.”

“Oh stop, you have brought me so much more. So much joy, laughter, love and memories. I will always thank you for that. And even if you don’t see it. I see so much beauty in you. To me there is no one like you.”

“But you’re the princess, I’m a female knight, neither am I what people expect a knight to be like nor am I what people expect a lady to be like. No one would accept it.”

“You said it yourself. I’m a princess. I do whatever I want. Now, will you dance with me?”

You laid your arms around her neck and gently put your head on her breast. You melted in to her touch and let her lead you.

She placed a kiss on your hair and whispered something in your ear:

“I love you (Y/n).”

With a smile on your face you danced around the courtyard and didn’t stop until your feet started to hurt because of the heels. But even then you didn’t stop, you just took them off, making you even smaller next to Brienne, and kept on dancing in the dark.

[dontneedhair]

Using Something Other Than An Epilator - Ears, Nose And Lashes

Now that we‘ve got the scariest thing out of the way (because tweezing the scalp hurts), we‘ve still got more to cover, because there are other areas on my head where hair can grow.

I had a phase where I experimented a lot with hot wax, mostly on my scalp. In the end, I found it nearly impossible to make it work on the back of my head. With a helping hand that would have been different, I suppose, but on my own there was just no way I could manage to apply the wax evenly there. Which is why the results left a lot to be desired, and things ended also in a bit of a mess quite easily. There are still wax spots all over my bathroom that can testify to that.

However, it turned out that I could still make very good use of the equipment I had bought for that purpose, because hot wax turned out to be ideal for two areas that tend to get very hairy once you get a little older.

The first one are the ears. Applying the wax with a wood spatula on and even just slightly in my ears was no problem at all (I guess you would have assumed that much), plus ripping it off proved to be very bearable as far as the pain level is concerned, and also rather effective. I do the ears once a week now; unfortunately, there is no reduced regrowth that I would have noticed, but the now smooth ears look so much better than they did in the days when I only trimmed the hair on them.

The nose belongs to the same *gets hairier with age* category and, here again, getting the wax in there even without blocking the airflow (again with a spatula) was not an issue. Unlike the ears though, in the beginning I found it to be rather painful to rip the wax out again. I knew that was likely to be the case since most of my efforts of plucking individual hairs from in there ended with my eyes tearing up in an instant. If my memory serves me well, it did feel a little easier to rip them out at the same time using wax.

Again, I follow that procedure once a week and find that it makes a huge difference that not only no hair sticks out of the nostrils, but there is equally none to be seen when you get a glimpse inside there.

But let‘s move on to something way more interesting than hairy ears and nostrils - the lashes. The first time I ended up removing them was when I had just shaved off my eyebrows for the very first time. Mostly out of curiosity, I tried to use my wet shaver even below the brows and ended up doing some downward passes over my eyelids, not thinking much of it (I had enough on my mind with the eyebrow situation…).

The next morning, to my surprise, I noticed that on one eye I had managed to shave off a big chunk of the lashes. That in turn lead me to take my shaver and try to get rid of all of them. It also seemed necessary to even out the mess I had created.

The downward passes were very effective for the longer, upper lashes. But for the shorter, lower ones, I had to change direction and go upwards, slightly lifting the eyelid with every single attempt. That was a lot scarier than the other way round, though it worked and I never hurt myself. Still, I wanted to find another way.

(Me in 2018, just minutes after the very first time I shaved of my lashes with my Gillette shaver. There is some irritation around the eyes due to all the upward passes I needed to do to get all of the lower lashes.)

Believe it or not, one thing I really tried was to apply hot wax on my eyes - it first happened through a bit of an accident, but in the end I would cover the entire eyes and then slowly take the wax off again. That also worked, but the real problem turned out to be the temperature of the wax which was just too high for applying it directly on the lids. Not that it was too painful, but I was worried that I could cause harm to the eyes that way.

In the end, I discovered that the easiest way to get rid of my lashes was to just pluck them with tweezers. It‘s harmless and very effective when done the right way. Yes, it happens that I pinch the delicate skin around the lashes, but I‘ve never hurt myself by doing that. Plus, when you literally pull out all lashes entirely with virtually nothing left, the eyes look so different in a way that is hard to describe unless you see it for yourself. Let‘s just say I felt/feel even balder than when I when I was „only“ browless.

[ghostofskywalker]

Hi I know this is a weird ask but could you please possibly do a one shot with will turner x a short fem reader who isn't the greatest at being a pirate but she tries (I'm like 5'1)

hi! here is the promised fic, i hope it wasn't too much of a wait :) today's fictober fic is also for will turner, and it can be found on my will turner masterlist. as someone who is also on the shorter side i was happy to write this for you!

words: 1,674

summary: You quickly learned that the life of a pirate is so much more difficult to those who are shorter than the others on their crew, so you'll do anything to try and prove yourself. After a dangerous accident, the first mate of the crew talks some sense into you.

Will Turner Masterlist

Already Enough

The rope you had been trying to toss up to the crow’s nest flopped pitifully onto the ground, and you just sighed before reaching down to try again. You tried to ignore the stares of the others on the deck, and especially the first mate, who was (in your humble opinion) way too attractive to be a pirate. It certainly didn’t help your nerves that you had no experience with this kind of life, and you weren’t even sure why you were accepted into the crew in the first place.

It took three more attempts, but you finally managed to toss the coil of rope high enough that the man in the crow’s nest could catch it, and even then it was because you had to resort to standing on a nearby crate in order to give a little bit more height to the throw. Of all the challenges you expected to face when you first joined a pirate crew, you didn’t expect so many of them to come from the fact that you were much shorter than many of the others on the ship.

You wanted to be considered one of the crew, to no longer feel isolated and lonely as the ship sailed the clear Caribbean waters. It wasn’t that anyone was unkind to you, but you had yet to truly feel like you belonged because you were such a new addition to this lifestyle. And of course, you wanted to no longer feel the gripping anxiety that you always felt when talking to the first mate, Will Turner.

The captain of the ship was nice enough (if not a little eccentric), but you couldn’t help but feel captivated by his first mate. Will was extraordinarily attractive, and every time the two of you spoke you had managed to embarrass yourself in some way. Which of course, led to you pulling away and simply observing him (and many of the other crew members) from afar rather than getting involved in conversations or seeking out the company of anyone in particular.

Of course some things were difficult because of your height, like summoning enough power to throw or lift something that the others had advantage with because of their height, but there were other things that you simply couldn’t do.

The worse experience of all happened to come later that day, and if you hadn’t been in the middle of the ocean with no sense of when you might come upon land again, you may have left and never returned after the day was done. It was always the job of those who were the newest on the crew to handle the chores that no one else wanted to do, that you expected. But it was clear that no one had thought things through when they told you what you were supposed to be doing that day.

At least they’re treating me like I’m one of them, you thought as you climbed up onto the railing of the ship and began to pull yourself to a standing position. Fixing this rope in particular was a dangerous job, but you were determined to prove yourself as one of the crew, especially because you hadn’t yet made an impression on most of the people here, and you wanted to prove yourself.

For a few moments, you were fully convinced that you could reach the hanging rope and easily re-tie it, but your arms were just a little too short for you to grasp anything. The distance was not so large that you had to turn back and admit your failure, so you felt yourself rise on your toes as you reached your hand farther and farther out.

This would be the thing that would get them to accept you, you thought. It was silly to think this, because you had technically already been accepted onto the crew (when you were allowed to board in the first place), but you were absolutely determined to show your worth and begin to contribute more than just failed rope tosses.

It was just a hand’s length away, and you pushed yourself to close the distance. But of course, it was just too far for you to reach.

The feeling of falling goes by much quicker than one would expect, because the first thing you truly registered was the frigid feeling of the sea, the waves enveloping you and pulling your body down as far as it would go.

Your mind was empty as you attempted to pull yourself to the surface, fighting the waterlogged clothes you were wearing and using every ounce of strength you had to try and stay somewhat afloat. You were not succeeding.

Or at least, you weren’t until you saw something dark move in the water beside you. Terrified of the mythical beasts and bloodthirsty creatures that you knew called the ocean’s depths home, you fought as hard as you could to swim to the sunlight-dappled surface. Finally, your head broke the top of the waves and you stared at the imposing ship in front of you, wondering how the hell you were going to actually get back to the deck, if you even wanted to.

The sound of your name pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned (partially terrified that a shark had somehow learned to talk) to see Will Turner beside you, treading water as he looked at you with a concerned expression.

“What are you doing?” you asked, completely shocked.

“I saw you go overboard,” he said. “I was going to pull you up if you needed.”

The fact that he cared enough to jump in after you made your heart swell. “Thank you,” you said, not sure how else to handle the situation. You had barely exchanged two sentences worth of words with him, and now he was jumping to your rescue?

“You’re welcome,” he said, just as you watched a lifeboat descend from the side of the boat for the two of you.

No more words were exchanged between you until you had set foot on the deck, and even then, you had taken off for the lower level of the ship the moment you had two feet on the wood.

You fully expected that everyone would leave you alone, hoping that you had made it clear you had no desire to spend time around anyone else at the moment, so it was a little shocking to you when you heard the sound of footsteps descending down to the lower decks. You had thankfully just finished changing into clothes that were a little warmer than your previous ones, and you turned around to see Will standing at the foot of the stairs.

There was a rough-looking blanket in his hands, and he held it out to you. “I know it’s not the softest thing, but it’s what we have.” You smiled politely as you accepted it, partially wondering if he was going to turn around and leave after that.

But much to your surprise, he made no movement after you had wrapped the blanket around yourself. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” was your response. “I simply lost my balance, that’s all.”

You turned away from him, but no footsteps sounded. Will said your name, which caused you to look at him once more. “Why didn’t you ask for help?”

A soft snort left your body as you looked at him. “I rather like it here,” you said, hoping that he would leave and let you wallow in your inaptitude alone.

He moved closer to you. If you wanted, you could reach out and take his hand. “I like you here too,” he said. “So why did you put your life at risk?”

You stopped. The expression on his face was so earnest, and you barely even registered the implication of his words. “You really don’t know?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“I’m the newest person here,” you said, as if he should know what you were thinking already. “If anything goes wrong I’m the first to get kicked out, and it doesn’t help that I can barely do some of the more physical jobs around here because everyone else is so much taller than me. I just wanted to prove that I could be part of the crew.” Your voice quieted down as you spoke that final sentence.

“But you are part of the crew,” Will said, right as he reached out and took your hand. “We don’t allow just anyone to travel with us, you know. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone, especially not to me.”

You had to be dreaming. This just didn’t seem like it was real. “I thought-”

But before you could finish speaking, he cut you off, squeezing your hand lightly at the same time. “I would rather see any member of my crew ask for help when they know they’re out of their depths than potentially put themselves in danger.” You nodded and looked to the floor, now feeling a little bit stupid for this whole situation in the first place, but it didn’t seem like Will was reprimanding you.

He must have seen the shift in your facial expression, because he once more squeezed your hand, causing you to look up at him. “Never forget that you’re part of the crew, because you may not realize how much you mean to us yet, but in time you will.”

He turned and left before you had a chance to respond, and you stared at the spot where he had stood for a little while before you actually moved again. You certainly had a lot to think about, but you couldn’t help the way your heart swelled by the fact that Will cared about you, and that he already saw you as part of the crew.

With him to help you along the way, you might be able to grow into a good pirate. And it certainly wouldn’t hurt that your teacher had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen.

- the end -

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