#sleep... i crave rest but i'll save that for later

[wileys-russo]

as you would assume all alessia x reader 😭

getting into a fight with alessia, would she be stubborn or very apologetic

alessia not being able to sleep without physical touch, but you can't sleep because you're too hot

being up late studying but alessia is tired from training and just wants to cuddle up but you really can't yet

taking care of her after a rough day

you don't need to post this one, just a couple ideas :]

couldn't fit all of these into one blurb but did a lil clingy gf less moment bc we love a touch starved blondie

touch starved II a.russo

"i can clean up later baby you look shattered, please go to bed." you tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind your girlfriends ear, no denying you were positively infatuated with the striker.

"only if you come with me." alessia demanded with a pout, balling your top in her fists and tugging your body closer, your arms wrapping around her and playing with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, the italian a good half a foot taller than you.

"i'll be in later i have to finish this paper, its due by midnight." you bit your lip guiltily, admittedly having procrastinated your uni assignment just a little too long. "are you gonna be in the living room?" the blonde asked hopefully, assuming she could then at least lay down beside you as you worked.

"office, i need the scanner and printer." you shook your head, stomach lurching with guilt as the girls face visibly dropped at the answer she had hoped against hearing. "tomorrows my rest day i'll just stay up and wait for you, watch some more of my show." alessia decided, unwrapping herself from you and heading for the lounge.

"less you've been up since like four in the morning, just go to bed." you smiled at the stubborn nature of the older girl who shook her head, curling up into a ball on the lounge and flicking on the tv.

"i can't sleep without you there." alessia frowned and your heart melted at her words. "yes you can, you manage it on away games and camps." you smiled, cupping her face and tracing the frown lines on her forehead, smoothing them out with your thumbs.

"that's different!" alessia protested, though she visibly struggled in trying to explain how.

"fine but don't fall asleep in here, you'll hurt your neck again!" you cut in to save her further struggle and warned seriously as the striker rolled her eyes. you bent down to peck her lips before padding off to your office, which was really just the third bedroom of your shared flat. alessia often needing a quiet neutral space to do her media duties you'd both deemed it a more appropriate use of the space since you already had a guest bedroom set up.

around an hour and a half later you were tracking along well, you had another two hours until your paper was due and you were already halfway done.

craving something sweet to help your motivation levels you made your way toward the kitchen, though glancing over at the lounge you sighed noting the now dead asleep mop of blonde hair still curled up in a ball.

switching routes you made a beeline for your girlfriend, squatting down beside her and gently poking at the blonde who groaned and turned around to her other side as you turned off the tv.

"babe please go to bed!" you requested while shaking her as her bright blue eyes sleepily fluttered open and she stretched, the slight wince on her face as she moved her neck not going unnoticed by you.

"told you your neck would hurt you idiot." you remanded with a shake of your head, standing and offering her a hand up, a mistake on your behalf as the girl interlocked your fingers but instead pulled you to fall on top of her, long limbs wrapping tightly around you.

"alessia!" you laughed trying to squirm out of her grip but with the taller girls build much more muscular than your own, there really wasn't a point. "don't leave me i miss you, i haven't seen you all day." she mumbled into your shoulder as you rolled your eyes playfully.

"you were only at training for a few hours, we just had dinner together and i'm right here!" you rewarded her neediness with a kiss, alessia's large hands making their way under your top and caressing your bare back. her perfectly manicured nails gently scratched against your skin and your eyes fluttered closed in relief, a sense of calm settling over you, you could happily melt into the girl and never get up again.

but unfortunately you knew this was an option not available for the taking.

"do you not love me?" you asked rhetorically, snapping the half asleep girl to attention as she scoffed. "of course i do what sort of a question is that?" she accused only hugging you tighter as she pushed her legs to slot inbetween your own, your body now well and truly trapped in her iron clad grip.

"loving partners let their girlfriends do their assignments and further their education, do you not want to be able to brag that your girlfriends a fully qualified physiotherapist?" you challenged, admittedly now becoming quite uncomfortable in her grip, it was peak summer and without the luxury of air conditioning you were beginning to get quite hot tucked in so close together.

"actually no because then everyone's going to want your hands on them. don't pretend like you haven't already promised half the girls free massages and adjustments once you graduate!" alessia quipped, though the pride and adoration in her eyes betrayed the playful sarcasm of her statement.

"yeah these magic healers will sadly no longer only belong to you!" you grinned wiggling your hands in her face as she rolled her eyes and playfully bit the tip of your index finger, you flicking at her nose in retaliation.

"but seriously i need to finish my paper and though you are the hottest girl on the planet right now you are actually the hottest girl on the planet, i'm melting!" you whined, alessia allowing you to pull her hands off and untangling her legs from yours.

"go to bed my love, i'll be there in like an hour once i finish." you assured, alessia nodding with a defeated sigh as the two of you stood, exchanging a lingering hug and a goodnight kiss before you parted ways.

alessia headed off to the bathroom to get ready for bed and you back to the office, though not before a quick detour to the kitchen for something sweet.

"if you're not beside me in an hour i'm coming to get you!" alessia yelled from the bedroom before you heard a loud squeak and a thud which would have been the blonde belly flopping onto the mattress as she did every night, normally on top of you.

smiling at her words you zoned back into your paper, eyes flicking between your computer screen and your pile of messily scribbled notes which were spread everywhere all over the desk around you.

true to her word and being unable to fully fall asleep without you beside her in bed, alessia leant against the doorway exactly an hour later, clearing her throat as you spun around in your chair to face her.

giving her a brief look of both guilt and nerves you didn't have to say much more for alessia to catch on you still weren't finished. "i'll be back again in twenty minutes, and if you're still not done then i'll be back every ten minutes after that for a kiss." the blonde pouted as you couldn't help but smile at her clingy nature, this nothing new as the harder the striker was pushed in training the more she sought out your affections when she returned home, nodding in agreement.

"i'm trying." you assured seriously and your girlfriends face softened. "i know, and i want you to get it done so we can spend the day together tomorrow stress free. i've got plans!" alessia tilted up your chin, pecking your lips as you gave her a curious look.

"plans?" "for me to know, for you to eventually find out." "that's not a terrifying thought." "are you accusing me of being a bad planner?" "well...you did forget our-" "for the one hundreth time i didn't forget our anniversary, i just simply got the dates mixed up."

"do your paper, i love you." alessia stole another kiss, running a hand fondly through your hair before padding back off to the bedroom.

what felt like only minutes later, though you knew had been much longer due to your girlfriend popping in repeatedly to steal a kiss and try to hurry you into bed with her, you bit down on your bottom lip as your eyes glanced down at the time, seeing you suddenly had only five more minutes to finish your references index.

muttering to yourself your fingers flew curiously across the keyboard, and with what was surely seconds to spare you clicked submit, exhaling deeply and leaning back in your chair, burying your face tiredly in your hands.

closing your computer you darted quickly around the flat, locking up and flicking off lights and lamps, eventually stepping into your bedroom with a small sigh of relief, checking the window was cracked open to try and diffuse the heat of the sticky summer night.

alessia sent you a toothy smile as she scrolled through her phone, eyes occasionally flicking up to stare at you as you changed into an oversized shirt, tossing your shorts and bra into a corner to be dealt with tomorrow.

"hiii." alessia grinned and opened her arms as you finally made your way toward the bed, the girl laying on top of the covers due to the heat. "hello." you smiled tiredly and collapsed into her, reaching over to flick off the bedside lamp, engulfing the room into darkness as alessia placed her phone on charge.

sincere words of endearment whispered inbetween tender kisses and soft giggles, the two of you slowly began to doze off, though no sooner had alessias body relaxed did yours tense up, the combined body heat of the two of you making your brow line bead with sweat.

checking the italian was soundly sleeping you carefully shuffled away, placing a bit of distance between the two of you as your eyes shut, finally starting to drift off.

"c'mere." alessia mumbled tiredly, reaching blindly back out for you eventually grasping at your top, pulling you back toward her.

"baby i'm sweating its so hot, can we just have a little bit of space? we can still hold hands?" you tried to bargain softly, gently removing her hands from where they clenched tightly to your top and interlinking your fingers, alessia mumbling something incoherent but not making any move to argue as you let out a quiet sigh of relief.

though it couldn't have even been a few seconds later before there was rustling beside you and alessias body flopped on top of yours, the taller blonde burying her face in your neck and grabbing your arms, tiredly wrapping them around herself as she tangled her legs with yours and muttered something you again couldn't quite understand.

sighing in defeat you slid a hand up her top and began to absentmindedly trace patterns on her back, moving your other hand to tangle in her golden locks and scratching your nails against her scalp like you knew she loved, pressing a kiss to her warm forehead and accepting you simply weren't going to sleep well tonight.

but for the seemingly touch starved blonde sleeping soundly on top of you, it would always be worth it.

[todoroki-waifu]

Super late, but this is from the poll results! Thank you again to those who voted. :)

Itadori x Reader

Warning: Gender neutral reader, a small, slightly suggested part, and cursing.

Scenario: How Itadori shows he really cares for you.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,896

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You returned from your two day mission late that evening, exhausted and sore. You also didn't recover from the previous missions that were given to you prior to the one you just came back from. Because of your abilities and the rising numbers of high grade curses, you were needed more frequently. You either went solo or in a group, but lately it's just been you.

"Good morning, everyone." A yawn is laced with your greeting as you walk  towards the entrance of the dormitories. The others were training, but stopped when they saw you.

"Good morning? It's already evening!" Itadori straightens up from his defensive stance to rush over to you.

"__(y/n)! It's been forever!" Kugisaki beats Itadori and has her arms wrapped around your body.

"I know, I've been a bit busy with these assignments." You returned her embrace.

"I'm gonna yell at Gojo-sensei for taking you away from me. I'm getting hives from being around these two monkeys for so long." She jests as Fushiguro sends her a glare while Itadori raises a brow.

"You might have to hold on just a bit longer. I'm leaving again tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Already?" Itadori was starting to agree with Nobara about scolding their white haired sensei.

"Yeah, but it's at night! Hopefully it'll just be a one day kind of thing."

"I hope so! Anyway, go get settled. We're finished here then we're gonna make some hot pot."

You nod at the three of them, agreeing to join them later once you finish taking a shower and changing into comfortable and intact clothes. Yuji leaves Megumi and Kugisaki to walk with you back inside.

"You sure you're gonna be okay going tomorrow?" He then grabs your bag and belongings, offering to hold them for you. You attempt to get them back, but Yuji wants to help. Even if it's something as tiny as this.

"Yeah, I mean...I don't really have a choice, but even if I did, I'd still take it. There's people in danger so I want to do this."

"You're over exhausting yourself." He frowns at the consequences your body may potentially suffer.

"I'll be fine. Promise." You give him a smile as you make your way towards your room. Once in front of your dorm, that was when you both departed to get ready for dinner.

You're gathered on one table with a boiling pot of soup and various ingredients scattered around. You thanked those who prepared it since none of them allowed you to help and instead encouraged you to rest. A few minutes into dinner and your body was starting to crave sleep.

"Whoa, hey, you okay?" Itadori sees your head in an alternating up and down motion with your eyes fluttering and bowl almost tilting forward. He puts down his own bowl to stabilize yours as you finally lift your head up.

"Sorry! I just got so tired suddenly."

"We can save you some if you want to go to bed." Megumi suggests and you shake your head.

"I'm hungry, too. Wish there was a way I could both eat and sleep at the same time." You tried to rub the sleepiness from your eyes.

"Oi, why don't you feed them? They can barely hold their bowl. Help them out." Nobara points her chopsticks at Yuji.

"M-me?!" A red tint develops across his face.

"Duh, of course you! You're the one sitting next to them."

Itadori grabs your utensil and dish, picking up some noodles before telling you that he'd assist feeding you.

"You mean I can close my eyes and eat? Perfect!" You turn your body to face Itadori with your eyes shut and mouth open to accept some food. Itadori's blush only deepened and he could feel his blood was being directed elsewhere.

"Oh my God!" He shouts suddenly, earning confused stares from his friends.

"What happened?" You ask and Itadori shakes his head.

"No-nothing. Sukuna was just being...funny."

"Fuck you, kid. You know you were thinking the same thing." A toothy grin appears on his right cheek, making Itadori yell at the cursed spirit residing in him.

"He's having a moment...Fushiguro, you go feed __(y/n)." Your brown haired friend elbows the shikigami user and he starts to stand up.

"N-no! I got it. Just give me a sec." The pink haired boy was able to quiet a laughing Sukuna before focusing on you. You went back to your previous position and Itadori had to bite down on his tongue to fight off another blush. He thought back on how tired and hungry you were which redirected his concentration.

Yuji made sure that the food wasn't too hot or too big for you to bite on. He kept a steady pace and managed to find a way to feed himself in between. After a few more bites and enjoying being fed by your crush, you took back your bowl. It was fun to see his reaction, but found it sweet at how determined he was that you fulfilled your nutritional intake for the day.

Once everyone was satisfied with warm and full bellies, you attempted to wash the dishes. Again, none of them allowed you and Kugisaki sent Itadori to bring you upstairs.

"You should get some rest." He starts leading you to your room.

"Not yet! I've missed you!" You immediately swerve in front of him then your eyes widen at what you just said. "A-and Nobara! And Megumi, too! I haven't hung out with you guys in a long time."

"Well, Kugisaki and Fushiguro are gonna head to bed early since they leave for a mission in the morning. Mine isn't until the afternoon so I can hang out with you if you don't mind just me?"

"Of course, not! I love hanging out with you. C'mon." You grabbed his hand, dragging him to your room. You both occupied your bed, you leaning against the headboard while Itadori was laying sideways on the foot of your bed.

Within a few minutes while Itadori was catching you up on the past few weeks, you were nodding off again until you plopped on the bed. The pink haired vessel wasn't offended, instead was relieved that you finally accepted some sleep.

He carefully maneuvers you into a better position, covering you up to your shoulders with your blanket. As he adjusts the pillow under your head, he frowns at the number of bandages and bruises on your person. He then exits the room after turning off the lights, pulling out his phone to dial his teacher's number.

"Itadori? What's up?"

"Please let me take __(y/n)'s mission."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I know they have one tomorrow night. Let me take that instead and switch theirs with mine."

"Why?" Gojo asks after a brief pause.

"Be-because I...I just..they've been, you know and I just-" He stutters, face and ears becoming warm. "Just let us switch! Please, sensei."

The white haired male exhales loudly before explaining the details of the case. "This is going to be a difficult one for you, Itadori. Based on __(y/n)'s abilities and technique, they could finish the job in 3 days, but for you, 6 days. Are you prepared for that?"

He had no idea that there was such a difference between yours and his fighting levels. Itadori was going to need to catch up so you didn't leave him behind or worse, be a burden to you.

"Yes. I'll take it. Do I need to wait until tomorrow? Can't I just go now?" Itadori had the energy and resolve plus if it was going to take him 6 days, maybe he could cut it down if he starts now.

"I don't see why not, but be aware that even if you leave now, you're only shaving off maybe...half a day earlier. Anyway, pack your things. I'll send a ride for you in 20 minutes."

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It's been almost a week since you last saw Itadori and when you noticed the changes to your assignments. They've become lighter and you were able to finally work with Megumi and Nobara again. You also found out that Itadori had swapped missions with you and you were anxiously waiting for him to return so you could question why.

As you sit on the front steps of the dorm, you see a familiar white and pink haired teacher and student. You're the only one to greet them since Nobara went shopping and Megumi was visiting his sister.

"Yuji! You're all beat up." He sees concern swimming in your __(e/c) eyes.

"I'm okay, promise! That curse was a tough one, but I did it!"

"I heard what you did. Why did you switch our missions? Were you afraid that I couldn't handle it?"

"Wha-no! That's not it at all!" Itadori fidgets in his spot, trying to explain it in a way that doesn't devalue your sorcery skills. Behind Itadori, you see Gojo a few feet away, laughing quietly at the boy who was in love with you. Your teacher makes an outline of a heart with two fingers then points at Itadori.

Ah, now you understand.

"I didn't think that you couldn't handle it. I just felt like you were being overworked and I wanted to help you. I wanted to relieve at least a bit of your workload because you deserve some rest, too. And you know, teamwork makes the dream work...ahehe..."

Gojo slaps a hand over his blindfold, shaking his head at Itadori's missed opportunity to tell you exactly how he felt. But you already knew what he was trying to say. Maybe it was time for you to make yours a bit more obvious.

"Thank you, Yuji." You take one step towards him, aiming your lips to his cheek. Instead of feeling a soft, somewhat flat surface, another pair of lips touch yours. You gasped, pulling away as you realized that you had kissed Sukuna's mouth and not Yuji's cheek.

"Sukuna!! What the hell?!" Yuji places his hand over the side of his face, covering the cursed spirit.

"Hey now, I did most of the work so I should be getting some kind of reward, too."

"Well, thank you, Sukuna, for all your hard work." You cut off their bickering and you move to the other side of Yuji's cheek. However, a mouth and eye were staring at you, showing off a toothy grin. Before Yuji yells at the King of Curses, you press your lips to his, finding that it was a safe place where Sukuna couldn't appear.

You removed yourself after a few seconds, giving Yuji a sweet smile. "You should probably shower and change. I'll make you some food. It's tiring after a long mission."

"S-sure!" He nods then jogs to the dorm entrance, but immediately stops to turn back to you. He plants a quick kiss to your lips this time, a big grin decorating his face as he walks back to his room.

You giggle at the extra energy Yuji has in his stride, happy that he returned to you in one piece and with a surprise. Gojo comments about how both of them are going to be a handful, but you knew that already. You love all of Yuji, even the King of Curses that resides in him.

[foxes-that-run]

Wine, Drug and Antidote Haylor theme

Wine / Alcohol

Taylor

Clean “you’re still all over me like a wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore”

Death by a Thousand Cuts “my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust” and "I get drunk, but it's not enough ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby"

False God “got the wine for you”

Willow “lost in your current like a priceless wine”

Maroon “your roommate’s cheap ass screw top rose" and “The burgundy on my tshirt when you splashed your wine into me”

Paris “cheap wine make believe it’s champagne”

Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

The 1: Rosé flowing with your chosen family

August: August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'cause you were never mine

Ivy: Or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become, and drink my husband’s wine

Need "Desire is the sound of the whiskey / Telling me you miss me Can you come around?"

Gorgeous"Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine, you’ve ruined my life by not being mine"

“Slut!”: And if I’m gonna be drunk, might as well be drunk in love

End Game: I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna be drinking on a beach with you all over me

Delicate: We can’t make any promises now can we babe, but you can make me a drink

Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

Cruel Summer: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Cardigan: Dancing in your Levi’s, drunk under a streetlight

Harry

Olivia, “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”

Already Home “a bottle of wine, pretending it’s fine”

Changes “god bless the young hearts sippin cheap wine

Grapejuice "I'm so over whites and pinks", "A bottle of rouge” and “Just me and you 1982" and “grapejuice blues”

Little Freak “red wine and ginger ale”

Keep Driving “wine glass, puff pass”

Pick you up "We don't need wine, we need water"

Medicine "I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted"

From the Dining Table "Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon"

Satellite "Do you wanna talk? / We share the last line / Then we drink the wall"

Medicine, Anti-dote, drugs and addiction

Taylor

Clean "Ten months sober, I must admit / Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it / Ten months older, I won't give in / Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it"

Death by a thousand cuts "Gave up on me like I was a bad drug"

Don’t Blame Me: Lord, save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be using for the rest of my life

Illicit Affairs: A drug that only worked the first few hundred times

Bejewelled “some guy said my auras moonstone just cuz he was high” 

Harry

Muse as a drug/addiction

Meet me in the Hallway "I just left the bedroom Give me some morphine / Is there any more to do?"

Daylight - “ You got the antidote I'll take one to go, go, please”

Golden "I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) / Of who I am, and all I've ever known / Lovin' you's the antidote",

Ever Since New York "Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote"

End of the Day "Twenty minutes later, wound up in the hospital / The priest thinks it's the devil, my mum thinks it's the flu / But, girl, it's only you"

Medicine - "I'm here to take my medicine, take my medicine / Treat you like a gentleman / Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline"

Make my day "She asked me to choke her, I play along / Hit me like a ray of light, straight to my veins"

Complicated Freak "I still crave it, complicated freak"

Taking drugs / being high

Ophelia "Why don't we get a little high and crazy?"

Daylight "You were just doing cocaine In my kitchen, you never listen" and "I'm on the roof / You're in your airplane seat / I was nose bleedin'"

Keep Driving "Cocaine, side boob / Choke her with a sea view"

Pop tart "A coked up little Pop-Tart" (I think not Haylor)

Kiwi "Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up"

Cinema "I bring the pop to the cinema / You pop when we get intimate"

(See also @womanexile's post on Wine)

[rokirokiro]

Shuichi Saihara x reader (New Year Eve)

Gender not specified so Gender Neutral

Cw : no proofread, bad English I think, reader is bad at swimming because same

Tomorrow is New Year Eve, so your class decided to have a vacation near a beach and rented a big and nice cabin. It was pretty deep into the night, and you feel like having a stroll at the beach alone after hours of decorating the inside with your classmates. The cold breeze kissed your face, along with the sound of the waves coming from the ocean in front of you.

You spotted a wooden bench nearby and have a seat, relaxing after the hardwork. You rested your body and let out a satisfying breath, everything was too peaceful. You took it as a token of reward from God and you slowly closed your eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment.

"I don't think it's a great idea to sleep here, (name)."

A male voice greeted your ears, and you don't have to turn around to identify the voice owner. It was your best friend, Saihara.

"I'm not sleeping here. I'm just relaxing." you motioned your hand to the empty seat next to you "Care to join?" "Thanks." Saihara started walking to the side and sit beside you. You opened your eyes a bit and saw two glasses in his hands. Apple juice, you guessed. "Are you not going to hand me those goods?"

Saihara craved a small playful smile "I see you're enjoying your time here so I think I'll have to chug down both, since I don't want to bother you." he gave you the glass on his left hand and you took a sip of it "And you still gave me one." "Hehe."

The both of you stayed quiet for a while, staring into the ocean. It was reflecting the moonlight and the bright stars decorated the dark sky. It was beautiful.

"What if we go swimming and diving now and see who can hold their breath longer?" you joking suggested, now looking into his facial. He looked super pretty even in this dark setting, and you admire that a lot. He decided to play along, "You mean, me. You can't even swim, (name). I don't want to be jailed in New Year because I accidentally killed my best friend with silly ideas." the both of you laughed at the statement.

"Not to brag or anything but you'll save me." Saihara nodded and chuckled a bit. He then looked at his watch, it was almost midnight.

"Hey (name)?" he didn't look at you, and so do you. "Hm?"

"This year has been quite a trouble, right?"

"Mhm."

"But despite the trouble, I had fun. A lot."

"Hmm.. I don't really have anything to say about this year, but I think this year is pretty good."

"Why's that?"

"Because..," you turned your head, facing him. "You're here with me. And that's enough to make me feel good."

".. .. Same here. I think this year is good too, because (name) is here, being there for me at my hardest times." you're now both facing each other, smiling and satisfied with each answer. And blushed. Hard.

"Hey Saihara?"

"Hm?"

You raised your hand with the glass,

"Happy New Year."

He did the same,

"Happy New Year."

The both of you clinked the glasses, along with the sound of fireworks that filled the atmosphere behind you. You and Saihara turned around to see a showcase of many fireworks that were launched behind the cabin, probably played by Kokichi and the rest.

"Should we join them?"

"Mm.., maybe later." you took another sip, and followed by him.

"Thank you for supporting me."

AAH IT'S NEW YEAR! Thank you so much for reading my silly stories about Saihara, I promise I'll work hard to improve in my writing and serve you with my Shuichi Saihara x reader contents! (´∀｀)♡

[now-we-say-c0ral]

March 27, 2023

Woke up at 5.15am because Eddie's going to be climbing before working. Morning kisses and a brief cuddle and off he goes. Played Wordle before sleeping and the word today was one of the weirder ones in the game. Woke up again at around 11am and called mommy and Aira. Kind of told them off for not saving some of the money I send them. I told them that I'm not one to contact when some emergency happens because I barely have money for myself. I need to enjoy life and when you don't have money it's kind of hard, you feel me right fam? I mean I can't just work my ass off and not enjoy, right? I think telling them that now rather than later will save me and them from having problems.

Took a bath around 12pm and kind of underestimated the time that I have left to get to GOSH. Ran towards Custom House Station and thankfully got to the train in time otherwise it would have been another 11 minutes of waiting and my appointment was around 1.30pm. Got to Tottenham Court Road Station and took the eastbound Central Line to Holborn and walked my way to GOSH. It was a rather long walk. As I was walking I was thinking how this is going to be my life in the coming months. Waking up a bit early, taking 2 trains, and a 10 minute walk from the station to the hospital. Well, it's the development I want. I have to commit. I was also looking for a gym near work so I can go there after shifts to workout. No luck. The tour with Sam, my new manager, was very fascinating. He took me down and showed me 18 theatres and the cases that they did. It's definitely bigger than Kingston's. I'm pumped to say the least. Also scared, but I'm up for the challenge. After the tour, I went to Chinatown because I was craving for their pork buns and decided to buy Eddie some because well, I just like feeding him for some reason. If you date me, I'm definitely the sweet type. Everything I do, I'll definitely think of you. Went to UCLH to give Eddie his pork buns and I can tell he was smiling even when he was wearing a mask and he sent me the cutest text after. Got to Warren Street and took the Victoria Line to Vauxhall and missed the National Rail back home so I had to wait for another 13 minutes. Got home and sorted my BRP which is now scheduled to be delivered this Saturday so I have to cancel my waiting list. Went to the gym and did chest, some back because the equipments were being used, abs, and a 10 minute walk in the threadmill. Went to Aldi and bought some groceries. Cooked some air fried chicken and some rice with pease and bought some sandwiches and protein pudding for snacks tomorrow. Did the laundry and took a bath and now I'm rested. To end, I've ordered some clothes from Boohooman so I can feel better in the gym. I hope they arrive tomorrow.

I had such a productive day today. I had a lovely stroll around London today and to be honest I just want to see more. I'm excited to meet the people I'll be meeting very soon and I just know that things are going to turn up for me.

Today's thoughts are about being ambitious. I think it's time for me to dream. To want something more out of the mundane that I have right now. I'll make a list of the things I want to do and explore, like a bucketlist, and I'll make them happen.. It'll take most of what I have-- to outgrow my shell and go out of my comfort zone but I know I can do it. I have to.

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Midnight Snack

Warnings: fluff, Daddy Obanai Hour, Manga Spoilers?!

“What are you doing out here? It’s late and cold” You looked away from the rusting flowers, flowing with the wind that carved a path between the stalks. Your husband stood behind you, wrapped tightly in the thick quilt you kept on the bed. His black hair was a mess, pointing in every direction from tossing around in his sleep. Different colored eyes squinted down at you before he sat down next to you, tossing half the blanket around your shoulders so you squeezed in it with him, sharing the warmth. “Is it okay for you to be out here in the cold like this?” he gestured towards your stomach, the small bump that had been growing for 5 whole months. You chuckled.

“Of course, just because I'm pregnant doesn’t mean I'll freeze. I got too hot actually, and I'm hungry. I really want miso soup” He blinked, confused.

“You want miso soup before the sun has even begun to rise?” You nodded. Since you had learned that you were suddenly and very surprisingly carrying a child, your cravings had been keeping you up, almost weekly. Obanai had thankfully taken time off following the news of your pregnancy and has been at your side for every single craving, carefully easing you into pregnancy. With a sigh he moved to get up, sliding off the engawa to his feet. Holding a hand out he helped you to your feet, holding tightly to your hand and arm in case you lost balance with your ever-growing tummy. “Come on, Let’s get you the soup then” He pulled the dyed quilt tighter around your form, keeping you snug. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, scared face full of concentration as he made sure you were properly wrapped before he took your hand again, leading you back into the house.

Soft steps padded around the kitchen, accompanied by the steady bubbling of broth on the stovetop. Obanai was careful in his movements as he carried around the plate of diced tofu and cut onions, moving them closer to the stove to add to his simmering broth. You watched from the island, mouth salivating at the delicious smell that had been itching your taste buds since you first laid in bed hours earlier. You sat patiently as he bowled it up, wrapping it in a towel to prevent you from burning your fingers as he carried it over, setting a spoon down next to it.

“Here” he turned back to the stove, putting the leftovers in containers to save for later when your craving came back. You wasted no time before digging in, blowing on the hot soup for a few seconds before gulping it down, You let out a moan at the flavor, so warming and hearty, Hiroki enjoyed it too, flutters of movement, almost like a swarm of butterflies having a party in your stomach. The movement made you jump, letting out a

giggle at the feeling.

“Love?” you looked up, your husband's worried face greeting you as he looked down at your stomach. “Is everything okay?” You nodded.

“I can feel him sometimes, Shinobu said that I would be able to, too, I'm not used to it though. He likes the soup Obanai, thank you my dear” you let out another chuckle, running a loving hand over the curve of your stomach. If Obanai could engrain this image in his head for the rest of his life, he would. The image of his flawless wife, caressing the stomach that carried their child, one made from love and joy, from neverending happiness and utter bliss. He wanted to remember this until he took his last breath, the image of you. He never thought it was possible, to be able to be loved and love another like this, especially coming from his family. But you proved him very wrong.

"Of course, finish up so we can go back to bed" the scars that pulled on his lips stretched as he smiled, turning back to finish cleaning up.

~

The bed was still warm when you finally wandered back to it, kaburamaru was still fast asleep, cushioned underneath Obanais pillow to stay warm. You plopped into bed, having given up trying to be graceful with a growing baby bump. Obanai let out a snort of laughter, shaking his head as he wrapped himself back up in the blankets, moving his white snake out from under his pillow so they didn't get squished. Kaburamaru blinked awake, letting her tongue flick out a few times before she settled around his neck, giving him space to pull you close.

"Alright Hiroki, let us go to bed now" he scolded your stomach, patting your belly before resting his hand on the hump. You could feel his palms were warm, even through the fabric of your nightdress, the warmth he provided was a welcome comfort, one that lured you and your satiated cravings back to sleep.

[babylooneytoonz]

The Vessel [Pt. 3]

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem! Reader

Summary: While you are trying to figure out why the Witcher is so abhorrent towards you, he finally gives you a hint as to why he doesn't like you. Also, you realize something— Yennefer and her spells can never go wrong.

Warnings: Geralt being a dick is what.

[My Masterlist] [My Witcher Masterlist - Read the other parts here!]

It had been weeks since you slept with Geralt of Rivia, but you hadn't been feeling any different. If it were up to you to say, you would say that Yennefer's plan didn't work— although you couldn't muster the courage to ask her directly if it did.

What made you so sure that the plan hadn't worked was the fact that Geralt and Yennefer had been fighting about something since a few nights and you could feel the strain in their relationship starting to show up. This hunch that you had only strengthened when one day, you unknowingly stumbled upon an argument between the Witcher and the Mage.

It was almost a week after that night on the Great Mount. Geralt had been indifferent towards you since then— not even bothering to spare a glance in your direction when the four of you were in the same proximity.

You were now back at Redania— your home, but so were Yennefer , Geralt and Jaskier— staying at your place like unwanted guests who were exceeding their stay.

Jaskier held two heavy logs in either of his arms, while your own hands were stuffed with the eggs from your coop, that you were intending to cook up for dinner tonight, when you heard shouting from one of the rooms upstairs.

"It was you that said that the plan would work. It didn't work, clearly."

You could recognize Geralt's voice from afar; broody, low and devoid of any emotion.

"Aren't you going to go check in on them?" You turned towards Jaskier and frowned, your eyes shooting upwards, fixing on the topmost stair before you withdrew it and fixed it on him again.

"Me? Stuck between a broody Witcher and a scary Witch? God save my poor soul then." Jaskier commented back as he placed the logs by the fireplace and began to light it.

"Jaskier—" You couldn't help but smile at him, as you placed the eggs on the table and blinked, turning towards him, "Yennefer isn't a witch, she is a mage. Besides—"

Before you could complete your sentence, Yennefer's shaky voice reached the both of you, and you couldn't help but wonder what was actually going on between the two of them.

"I don't understand what's gotten into you, Geralt. These things take time. Why won't you let the spell take it's due course?"

"Yen, your spell failed. It's high time you realize that."

You shook your head to yourself as you busied yourself with trying to prepare the stew for dinner, but your ears were fixed on them.

"You don't question my spells, Witcher. I know what I'm doing. Besides— now to come to think of it, did you even fuck her right?"

Jaskier couldn't help but snort, but when he looked at how red you suddenly were, he immediately masked his expressions as he propped himself next to you.

"Did he, [Y/N]?"

"Jaskier, I'm not having this conversation with you," You shook your head at him, exasperated that he was still bugging you with this question, "Now can you please help me out? I need help with the stew, Jas'." Jaskier stood up, whistling to himself as he fixed himself next to the pot, stirring it while you began working on getting the bread ready when the door above slammed shut and heavy footsteps began descending down the stairs. Both you and Jaskier turned to see a very annoyed Yennefer walk towards the front door, without her Witcher in tow, just like he already was.

"I've got some business to attend to in Novigrad, Jaskier." She pointedly ignored you, and you couldn't help but bite back the words threatening to spill out of your mouth. Living under your roof, she was behaving like you were an outsider. Secretly, you were thrilled that she was leaving , even though it was for a short while.

You watched, through the window as a portal suddenly emerged just outside of your barn, and she disappeared through it, leaving you and Jaskier gawking at each other, Jaskier finally speaking, "I say, trouble in paradise?"

"It's none of your concern, Jaskier. You really need to stop meddling with other people's businesses. Now would you be kind enough and go ask your friend to come down? Dinner's almost read—"

"Jaskier, come on now. We're leaving." Geralt cut you off as he finally appeared, all dressed in his tunic and breeches, his sword peeking out from behind him. You parted your lips, ready to ask him where he was off to but it was like he had already anticipated that this was going to come, so finally he looked at you, but with the same indifference with which he had treated you so far.

"It's time we move on. Keep the coin. Seems like Yennefer's plan failed after all—"

The sheer coldness in his voice stung you like a thorn but you didn't let him realize that. Slowly, you lifted the cloth, wiping your hands with it, trying to act just as indifferent towards him— even though you felt like you had been betrayed, which you mentally cursed yourself for.

This was going to happen one day or the other— and wasn't it better that they were finally going to be out of your life now? And not later when they would mercilessly pull your babe away from a mother's breast and call it their own?

"Where are we going, Geralt? We can atleast stay for dinner, a man needs to eat—"

"We will roast a deer on our way, Jaskier." Geralt's irritation was evident from his tone, so the bard turned towards you, choosing now to ignore the Witcher with a sulk on his face.

"Oh Jaskier," you whispered, softly, "Don't you worry. I'll quickly pack some food for you, for the way."

"Oh hush, woman, don't go so soft on me, I would want to switch the roles with that broody gentleman over there."

Your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire; and you were sure you had turned a tomato red. You instinctively looked away, quickly finding yourself a distraction at the table as you began packing some bread and ham in a cloth satchel for him to take along with him— fighting back the smile that craved to break out.

"Jaskier, you are free to stay here for as long as you want, the minute I get on Roach, I leave," grumbling, the White Wolf slammed the front door shut as he walked off, your eyes suddenly widening, as the smile was quickly replaced by a lingering hurt upon listening to his words. Why did he hate you so much? Was it because you couldn't give him— them— the child they so desperately wanted?

"Okay thank you for the dinner, and don't, like DO NOT mind him, he has always been a grumpy ham."

Jaskier took the satchel, flinging it over his shoulder, whilst at the same time grabbed his lute and immediately darted out, and by that time, the Witcher was already trotting towards the main path. You fixed yourself by the front door, watching the poor bard struggle to catch up with him and once the two of them were out of sight, you went back inside.

If there was anything that turned a bright way for you after the three of them stepped out of your life for good was the fact that you had enough coin on you now to last for atleast a year. You bought three new goats so you could milk them and sell the milk in the village, along with the eggs.

But the void remained—

The night's were the most difficult, because there were nights when you woke up to a dream where a certain white haired, amber eyed man was laying in bed with you, his thick palm resting on your waist, your back pressed against him as he spooned you.

Maybe it was because you couldn't sleep that night too, that you did not miss the strangled groan that you heard from outside your window. You forced yourself to sit up, rubbing your eyes as you leaned over the window to look out but you couldn't see anything. Just then, someone began pounding on your front door, startling you.

It didn't take you long to run down the stairs, still dressed in your chemise, your arms wrapped around your arms as the knocking became frantic and urgent. When you opened the door, you felt like someone had kneed you in the gut—

"Jaskier?" The bard looked a mess, his clothes were bloody and dirty, his hair slick and sticking to his face.

"I didn't know who else to go to nearby. Geralt needs—" Jaskier began, and the two of you turned towards Roach. Geralt was although perched atop, he was now arching forward, his body almost limp, his head resting against the saddle.

"What happened, Jaskier?" You ran out towards Roach, who whinnied at you, perhaps having sensed that something was wrong with her owner. You placed your palm on Geralt's shoulder, but the minute your palm came in contact with him, he grunted and looked up, and you saw how weak and pale he looked, "I told J-Jaskier — I'm f-fine.. Jaskier.. Jaskier..fuck.. Novigrad.. I asked you to take us to ... Novigrad."

Geralt of Rivia was injured, the flesh on his side had almost been ripped apart by what looked like claws, and yet he was being a stubborn pig. You grabbed him by the fabric of his tunic, balling the fabric as you began literally dragging him off the horse, paying no heed to his annoying murmurs.

"Jaskier, can you help? I alone cannot get him off, you know?"

Helping Geralt walk into your home was a difficult task but somehow, you and Jaskier convinced Geralt to do it. You sat the very injured Geralt by the fire and knelt down in between the space of his legs, using gentle fingers as you rolled up the torn fabric of the tunic. He hissed when your fingers came in contact with his clawed flesh and that's when you saw how massive the claw marks were.

"Who did that to him, Jaskier?" You let go off the big man as you stood up, your hands now caked in Geralt's blood. You ran up to one of the wooden racks that stood by the fireplace with a dozen glass bottles on it. You grabbed the mortar and pestle, placing it on the table in front of you, as Jaskier lowered himself on a chair, now wiping the blood off his face with a washcloth.

"I swear you should have seen it, it was the tallest harpy I have ever seen— well technically, it's the first harpy I've ever seen," he mumbled, and you couldn't help but give him a weak smile as you began to look for the ingredients to make a paste for Geralt's wounds.

"What are you looking for?" Jaskier asked, intrigued, as he watched you fiddle with the glass containers.

"Turmeric, Jaskier. It will stop his bleeding, although had he been human, that injury would have killed him— instantly," you pointedly stared at Jaskier, and he gulped nervously when your words finally registered into the back of his mind. You quickly turned away, resuming your search for the other ingredients. You pulled out two containers; one with lotus petals and the other one containing chamomile, placing it on the table, next to the mortar and pestle.

"Jaskier, while I prepare the paste, can you get Geralt to lie down by the fire? And take off his—" You pointed towards his tunic that was already ripped apart, hanging loosely by his side. Jaskier immediately nodded, getting to work.

You knelt down next to Geralt. His eyes were open, but his face was sweaty and his breathing was uneven; his lips tightly pressed together as he stared at the fire. Your fingers delicately moved over the gashes on his side, and he didn't flinch as much now.

"Can you sit up, Geralt? I need to bandage your waist."

That's when he turned towards you, regarding you briefly as he grunted, pushing himself up slightly and you quickly bandaged his wound with a cloth, securely tying it around his waist before he fell back against the makeshift bedding you had created for him by the fireplace.

You were finally done tending to the man's wounds so you stood up, moving to wash your hands by the sink, when Geralt's voice reached you, startling you.

"I told Jaskier not to bother you. Yennefer could have fixed this."

Your head sharply turned towards him, and you parted your lips, but it was as if your words were lodged to your throat, refusing to come out.

"You can't put all the blame on Jaskier. He could have left you to rot, stolen your mare and left, but he stuck around to ensure you were brought back to safety. You need to learn to swallow that thick ego of yours and give the bard some credit," you intentionally chose not to talk of Yennefer.

He grunted in response, shifting slightly so he could get comfortable, his body tilted at an angle towards the fire that you could see more of his back— full of old scars— this one will be adding to it soon.

"Are you a healer?"

His question pulled you off track.

You shook your head, wiping your hands with a clean cloth, reaching out for one of the blankets that you had stored for yourself as a winter supply, placing it over Geralt's legs— with half a mind that you will have to fight him for this act too— but much to your surprise, Geralt of Rivia accepted the blanket, pulling it over his chest.

"No, not a healer, just a woman with a passion to know things. You see, living alone you need to know certain things as you never know what life is going to throw your way."

"Hm," he fell quiet, and all the two of you could now listen to were the embers erupting from the fire.

The next few minutes, Geralt was quiet, so assuming that he had fallen asleep, just like the bard had; already snoring away to glory, you pulled your chair closer to the fireplace, lowering yourself against it as you began working on another blanket for Jaskier.

"You should have said no."

Startled to hear the low broody voice again, you looked up but this time found Geralt sitting on the makeshift bedding, the pads of his feet resting against the floor, his back turned towards the fire but his face turned towards you.

"Geralt, you should lie down—"

"You should have said no to Yennefer, but you agreed although you knew what she wanted to make you do."

"Says the man who makes a living slaying monsters. Would you say no to a good bounty if that meant being paid enough to last you a year?" You snapped at him, not meeting his gaze.

"You needed coin, there were thousand other ways to do it."

"Like what, Geralt? Don't you think I tried all these ways you are talking about?" The half done blanket now lay forgotten at your feet, and you were standing, towering over Geralt, your lips trembling with rage. How dare he?

"There are many brothels in Redania that I know of that would have gladly taken you in."

"You know what, Witcher?" You spat, "I'm NOT having this conversation with you. I don't like you anymore than you like me, so there's no point in even speaking. Once you are well enough, I would gladly have you out of my home."

You turned away from him, and then blinked, for you couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, as a thick chunk of a tear rolled down your cheek. Swallowing bitterly, you began climbing up the stairs, rather loudly, when Geralt mumbled, "You won't see us when you wake up tomorrow, don't worry."

Ignoring him, you reached the topmost stair, but when Jaskier began speaking to Geralt in a low voice, you couldn't help but pause, inching your ear towards them so you could listen to what they were saying.

"Why do you insist on being like that with her, Geralt?"

Jaskier's words were followed by what sounded like a bitter laugh, and a cough.

"I knew you were awake. I wondered why you didn't jump in to defend her like you always do, Jaskier."

"That is not the point, Ger—"

"If you must know why I can't stop being the way I am around her is because every single time I see her, I'm reminded of the false hope that Yennefer gave me, Witchers are sterile, and that's how it is, I should have known than to fall into Yennefer's words."

He was hating for you something you hadn't even done. You gave him hope, or Yennefer did?

You would have stood there and continued listening to what more he had to say, but you couldn't help it— your face turning sour, when sudden nausea hit you. Your palm instinctively flew up to your lip; making you almost double over and your eyes lifted up, scanning the area for anything you could use to relieve yourself. Grabbing an empty basket that lay close by, you fell down on your knees, your knees scraping against the wood of your flooring and you began wretching out the contents of your stomach, sweat trickling down your forehead as dread filled you up. You were scared that Yennefer's spell had worked. Your palm flew to your flat belly and you pursed your lips together, blinking away the tears and wiping the corner of your lips.

Now that you had wished for the spell to fail, it had perhaps, worked. Maybe things weren't destined to go about the way you wanted them to— all you wanted was to watch Geralt of Rivia leave you alone for good and never come back [Wishful thinking]. But if, the spell had worked, it meant that you were probably carrying his Witcher baby, and that meant, you will have to see more of the white haired man with amber eyes, whether you liked it, or not.

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[sitp-recs]

Hii, love your recs! I was craving some angsty fics, got any recommendations? ✨

Hi anon, thank you! These are some top notch angst, hope you enjoy them. I tried to make a mix between old faves and recent reads. I also strongly suggest checking out this year’s HD Hurtfest!

Between Two Fires of Beltane by @secretsalex (2017, Explicit, 5k)

As the war drags on, Draco becomes a spy for Voldemort and works his way into Harry’s good graces—and his bed. When the Order prepares to invade Malfoy Manor, Draco is forced to examine his loyalties.

Powerful Men by Frayach (2012, Explicit, 8.5k) - major character death

They say the price of power is a sound night's sleep.

Kissed by @potteresque-ire (2015, Mature, 12k)

Draco Malfoy was attacked by a rogue Dementor on the night of his Azkaban release. He self-exiled to Muggle London and opened a late-night chocolate shop called Kissed.

Remember Me, As I Will You by alpha_exodus (2016, Mature, 13k) - major character death

Two weeks, Harry'd said, two weeks and he'd be done with the assignment. But the longer Draco waits, the harder it is to believe that Harry is going to return alive.

I'll never be your chosen one by @andithiel (2019, Explicit, 15k)

Draco doesn't know what exactly he’s doing with Potter, he doesn't know how their unspoken agreement even started, and doesn't know where it will end. The only thing he knows is: he's not in love.

Between Myth and Man by @slytherco (2020, Explicit, 16k)

Draco, lost and a little broken, navigates post-war reality convinced that people like him should not be allowed to make their own choices. To solve the problem of his self-sabotaging tendencies, he starts taking a few drops of Veritaserum every morning.

Poor Unfortunate Souls by DoubleApple (2019, Explicit, 19k)

Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

In His Nature by create_serenity (2015, Mature, 20k)

Harry agreed to have sex with Draco once a month in order to keep him alive, what he didn’t agree to was Draco popping up all over the place and disrupting his life in more ways than one.

you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (2018, Mature, 20k)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

Vortex by @xanthippe74 (2020, Teen and Up, 20k)

Ten years after that conversation, the idea of perfectly-matched soulmates feels more like a curse than a blessing to Draco. Who would want a soulmate who was a schoolyard bully, a Death Eater, and a convicted felon? Certainly not Harry Potter. And Draco is determined to take this secret to the grave.

Vale Sanare by RurouniHime (2011, Mature, 23k)

Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2016, Explicit, 24k)

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it. “You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

Exposure by Anonymous (2020, Mature, 27k)

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy's camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco's confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise... Self prompt: Draco is a camboy. Harry betrays him.

Stain of Silence by brummell (2013, Explicit, 28k)

After the war, Draco serves out his sentence in Harry Potter's house.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (2008, Explicit, 33k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

(Un)wanted by @aibidil (2020, Explicit, 36k)

Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy.

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) by @icmezzo (2013, Mature, 37k)

The Room of Requirement was severely damaged in the war, but not so much that it could not provide for one lost student and another young hero—especially when they needed each other most of all.

As Souls From Bodies Steal by @femmequixotic (2012, Explicit, 41k) - suicide of minor character, past non-con/rape

Hope may be found in the oddest of places, even in the bleakness of winter.

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) by @firethesound (2014, Explicit, 44k) - major character death

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

REVOLVEVLOVER by @firethesound and @lol-zeitgeistic (2014, Explicit, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for. It’s just that he’s never deciphered a kill sheet and seen Draco Malfoy’s name on it.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered (2012, Explicit, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

You open always (petal by petal) by birdsofshore (2017, Explicit, 65k)

Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (2019, Explicit, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (2019, Explicit, 100k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

Finally, I’d say these two fics are more gen drama than angst, but I think they fit this list!

Running on Air by @tinyhistory (2014, Teen and Up, 74k)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

In The Dark by @bixgirl1 (2020, Explicit, WIP)

In the aftermath of an apocalypse, Harry receives an order to find and bring Draco Malfoy nearly a thousand miles, to the tenuous safety of Hogwarts. But more than distance separates them from their goal. The world has fallen, and death is hungry.

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Polaroid

Han x Fem. Reader Soulmate au

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of sex, and Fluff that'll make you cry.

Masterlist

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Y/n's pov, November 27 2020

My mother once told me that I will know when I'm in love, she never specified what hints will cross my path... She just said I'll know.

As a young adult now, sharing an apartment with my close friend Yeji. I'm starting to become impatient with this whole game of love, why can't I just get told who is my perfect match. I'm so tired of having my hopes risen up and then crashed down onto my heart... Breaking it each time.

"Any plans today?" Yeji asked from the kitchen, making me cringe at the word plans.

I just was still recovering from a terrible break up, where I caught the supposedly love of my life slurping the life out of his assistants pussy. I won't forget the feeling of my heart completely stopping for a few seconds, as my mind told me to run and not look back.

"Yes actually, I have a date with Netflix and the leftovers in the fridge." I replied, slyly smirking as she stared at me like a worried mother.

"Well Netflix isn't going to have to wait for his turn. Because I have this guy who is really interested you and is a total sweetheart." She sighed, showing me a photo of the guy she was trying to set me up with.

"Yeah... No." I replied, beginning to retreat back to my room.

"Y/n! JISUNG TOLD ME!" Yeji announced, catching my attention from the front of my bedroom door.

"I-it's still a no Yeji." I whimpered, shutting the door harshly behind me as she sighed in defeat.

Yeji's pov

She needs to get out of this place, it's been two weeks now. All over a guy she barely even knew, I know the true reason she is hiding and she will never admit it.

Y/n is scared to see his face again, our best friend Han Jisung. The best friend that she happened to fall in love with, and moved away from after she got accepted into the university of her dreams.

They were never just best friends in anyone's eyes, not even there own. Yet they both tried to fill in the whole in their heart with other people, never realizing that all they had to do was just say three difficult words.

Y/n was in a hurry to find her perfect partner after I found mine, the man next door with the matching tattoo on his wrist. Your tattoo shows up when you are over the age of 19 and are near your soulmate, it shows up on your wrist, neck, or shoulder blade.

She didn't want to see Jisung in case that tattoo never came, they both wouldn't be able to handle the realization. But it is a part of life, and I'm not going to let my best friends live alone when they could have a chance to be in love and happy.

Han wanted to see us both while he was visiting the city, even though he knew the risk of utter devastation. That fake profile was just a set up so that she would finally meet up with Han, and she probably already knew about my plans.

I walked up to her door cautiously, gently brushing my knuckles against her door.

"Y/n... I know why you are actually upset."

Y/n pov

"Because of Han Jisung." I answered, brushing past the old childhood photos saved on my phone.

"I know that's what you were going to say Yeji, and you're right. I know I won't be able to take it if the guy I love isn't the one for me, and that all of those nights alone with him that are coded into my brain are worthless. I'm scared Yeji, I'm scared that I won't be able to think of most of my life without tearing up." I explained, as she plopped down on my bed next to me.

"You're fear will just get worse until you find out, you'll never know the result until you actually try." She replied, placing my head on her shoulder for comfort.

I let out a shaky breath as a couple tears streamed down my cheeks, she was right as usual. But I still needed at least one day to prepare myself.

"Fine, but let me rest today. I'm not going to fancy restraint with puffy eyes and bed head." I remarked, watching as a sly smile spread across her lips.

She slowly began to exit my bedroom, delighted that she finally got her way with me. Not even explaining who that fake date even was, probably just a random guy from Google. It was 11:30 at night, and all of my crying really wore the energy out of my body and mind.

So eventually sleep crossed paths with my mind and hooked up, completely losing consciousness as my memories flashed like a polaroid camera.

December 15th 2018

"I can't believe we're graduating this year, seems like we only started high school yesterday." Jisung sighed, carrying both of our bags while walking home together.

"Don't worry quokka, you'll still carry my bags for me even after high school." I teased, pinching the reddened skin of his cheeks.

"Oh very funny, and you'll still put crackers in your mouth and pretend to be a walrus." He remarked dodging the snowball that came his way.

He set my bags down on my front yard as he gathered his own army of cold fluff balls. I tackled him to the ground as we both drowned the silence in laughter, I traced my frosted mittens across his face. Gently crossing his lips as he brushed the snow chunks from my hair.

The close warmth of his breath against my face sent my heart into a frenzy, I secretly craved the closeness of him... But I never wanted to admit it in case I'd lose him.

His now glossed lips looked so kiss able, the way they pouted as he focused on my hair. And how they stretched into a warm smile that left a fuzzy feeling in my heart for years, made it only harder to stop myself from interlocking them with mine.

"I better get going bun bun. I'll see you tomorrow at school though." Jisung reassured, lightly booping my nose as he left his trail from my snowy front yard. Waving one last time to catch my attention as I was at the front door.

"Farewell loser!" He shouted, showing off that bright smile of his.

"Farewell to you as well, asshole!" I retorted, giggling as I walked into my empty house all alone.

November 28th 2020

Y/n pov

"Wake up! Time for bubble tea!" Yeji screamed, jumping on top of me as she consistently hit me with my own pillows.

"I thought we were meeting Jisung later." I sighed, looking at the red numbers of my alarm clock reading 7:30am.

"Yes we are, but I want bubble tea and to talk with you about some stuff I found out." Yeji replied, pulling me out of bed to soon push me into the washroom.

I complied to her excited energy, understanding it is pretty exciting for her.

The steaming water swallowed every inch of my skin, blocking out all of the noises outside. Only leaving me and the blank wall to stare at, droplets of water racing against each other. A flash of the mirror and sunlight clashing, sending the flash of a polaroid to my memories.

August 16th 2018

Yeji squealed as her boyfriend threw her into the pool, soon joining her in a large cannonball jump. All of his friends danced around with liquor drenching their breath, as their bodies clashed together in ways they didn't fully understand.

It wasn't my style of fun, it instead gave me a wave of fear and stress. Not recognizing any of these people, while they danced around half naked. Yeji's boyfriend decided that she had enough fun for one night, and took her home to rest.

I hurriedly gathered my belongings and rushed out the door, just as excited and horny shouts came from the pool. I was okay to walk home alone, it felt nice to be surrounded my silence for once. Even if my conscious tortured me about every bad possibility.

"Need a drive home party animal?" a familiar voice called from across the road, that voice of the man who has always had my back.

"I'd actually really like that." I replied, feeling a wave of comfort when I entered the car.

"I can tell your a bit freaked out." He sighed, throwing his bad into the backseat.

"That party was just... A lot. A lot more than I expected." I whimpered, still a bit overwhelmed from the experience.

"How about you stay at my place for the night. We'll even watch some American horror story..." Jisung suggested, even though he was shit terrified of anything remotely scary.

"I'm holding you to it quokka." I giggled, slapping his thigh teasingly.

We drove to his home as the car filled with a random playlist of songs, one landing on my favorite 'Turning Page'.

"I didn't know you liked this song." I commented, blushing softly at the tone of the song.

"I want this to be the song that represents me and my soulmate. It sounds cheesy, but it's true." He revealed, glancing my way as the car stopped in the from of his home.

The whole topic of soulmates use to be humorous to me, remembering when me and Han drew matching docks on our palms as 'our' symbol. Even taking a polaroid photo of the amazing art we drew, I still have it in my phone case.

Then it hit me, how much it would hurt to see him destined with someone other then me. That moment when he glanced back into my eyes with a shy smile, is when I admitted to myself for falling madly in love with my best friend.

November 28th 2020

I walked along the streets of our home town, hanging my mask off my chin when sipping my bubble tea.

"You know what's crazy." Yeji started, catching my focus immediately.

"I remember the moment you started crushing on Jisung. You didn't even have to tell me, I already knew." She admitted, gazing at me with only a soft warmth in her eyes.

"It was obvious by how many photos you had of him and you on your wall, and the way you looked at him as if he were your dream person." She continued, texting something on her phone that I couldn't quite see.

"Or how when he caught you staring he'd reply with 'take a picture it'll last longer'... And you always did to get revenge. I will never forget the day I saw you two as more then best friends, that was the same day when I bought you that polaroid camera for Christmas. " She replied, taking a short break as her hands nervously fidgeted with her skirt.

"That's why I want a 'thank you' later on." She mumbled, before running off and leaving me completely stunned on the bench.

"Y/n..."

September 14th 2018

"It's crazy that this is your last day here." I sighed, trying my best not to cry.

He nodded trying to smile the pain away like me, but soon caving in once his arms met my body. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hoping I could capture his scent one last time.

"I'll still visit. I can't cope without seeing your face, asshole." He chuckled lightly, sniffling quietly when he retracted his arms away.

He stared at my features for a few long seconds, as if he was contemplating on doing something. Jisung shook his head, smiling brightly once more as he pulled me into one last hug.

As he put his palm on the door knob, I shouted his name one last time. Running across the room towards him, he turned around immediately dropping his bangs on the ground.

He instantly knew what I was going to do, since his lips molded with mine without one ounce of hesitation. His hands lost in my hair, pulling me closer and closer until there was no space between us. Jisung's lips were so much sweeter and softer then any other kiss I've had.

The sweetness was sprinkled with the salty taste of our mixed tears. Only creating more as the kiss began to end, both of us realizing we should've told each other so much sooner.

"I love you." We both sighed at the same time, smiling sadly at the bittersweet sting in our hearts.

November 28th 2020

"Jisung..." I gasped, turning around quickly to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

"W-wow... You've really. Wow." He stuttered, cautiously inching closer towards me.

"You too." I chuckled airily, swallowing back my tears. I missed him so much, but it hurt too much to see him at the same time.

"Y/n... I know it's been a while. But I honestly came here because I needed to see you. I still love you, and I don't care if we're soul mates or not. I'll sharpie our own symbol on us everyday if I have to." He revealed, grasping my hands between his own.

"I'm sorry that I was being so selfish." I sighed, caving into my own tears. Regretting my fears of seeing him again, feeling terrible for torturing him just as much as I tortured myself.

"We are both scared. It's not our fault, but I just want us to accept that things may not go our way. But that won't stop us from being together." He reassured, lightly brushing frosted his mitten across my features. Glossing over my lips gently, his eyes warm and gentle as they fluttered shut.

I molded into his kiss immediately, lacing my fingers through his silky hair. Soon pulling him closer to my so there was no space between us, making sure no one could try and ruin this moment for us.

His lips still were as sweet as the first time they molded into mine, and his fingertips could still make my legs give out by how gentle they were against my skin. Every emotion flashed through my mind, all my regrets, confidence, love, lust... It all flashed just like a...

"Polaroid." He gasped, tugging my palm next to his as the ink slowly traced the same picture into my palm. The picture of the camera that captured all the moments I treasured with my soulmate, the soulmate that was everything I could've asked for.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 18

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TWs/Summary: We stan ✨women in science✨. Bruce uwu. Twitter social media AU nobody asked for. Stephen and Tony are dicks and I'm not talking about their anatomy. Setting up mood for Bruce smut, ngl. PTSD makes things spicy. I'm depressed so please be kind ✌🏻💀🙃

"I really do wonder how can you two fit those egos of yours in your pants," I kept my tone forcefully casual, cheerful even. "Why don't you just fuck already?"

I was met with stunned silence. Suddenly, the room seemed far too large and the people in much too quiet, staring at me with various expressions of horror obvious in their faces. As the strange friendship began developing between me and the team, my "outbursts" - how Steve liked to call them - lessened considerably. I had no need to provoke them into giving me attention, just striking up a casual chat was enough. The Avengers were great conversationalists, to my surprise.

Tony and Stephen, when paired, were the exception. I could count on one hand the amount of times they successfully came to a conclusion without fighting like cats and dogs. It was like each man had made it a personal mission to verbally top the other, more often than not resulting in a thirty-minute shitshow ending with one storming off in a dramatic flourish. It was mind-boggling how two supremely intelligent men could not find a way to communicate efficiently without infuriating the rest of the team.

Plus me. One way or another, I was almost always around. In the beginning, it was hilarious to see the free circus but it got old really quickly when they couldn't decide on dinner or a movie, leaving the rest of us starving and bored. Or the great Cloak debate - that one lasted days and the fussy thing was so upset, it point blank refused to part from Peter for a substantial amount of time. It's pretty fucking creepy that a semi-sentient, ancient piece of outerwear watches you when you sleep - just sayin'. I personally interjected with my own snark and sass whenever Tony and Stephen got too heated, successfully drawing the attention to myself. The fight broke up and I had amazing sex with Tony later, it was a win-win scenario.

Yet, Tony and Stephen didn't stop. To me, their way of "talking" (and I use that term loosely) looked a lot like unresolved sexual tension. Stephen frequently used his greater height to tower over Tony in a childish attempt to establish dominance; the engineer was no rookie and responded with extravagant peacocking such as "subtly" tapping the bracelet that hosted his nanotech suit or parading at dinner in a $30,000 custom made designer outfit. Because Tony could.

I was pleasantly surprised when Natasha started laughing at my remark. Full-blown, belly laugh. Those were rare, coming from the Widow, her usual mirth was quiet, sophisticated, just like her. Deadly (adorable). Bucky followed suit, snorting together with Clint and Loki.

Steve looked none too pleased with me. But then again, was he ever? "Doll, don't be rude."

"Brat," Bruce said at the same time, palming his face.

"People always call me a brat. And guess what, Steve?" I popped my hip, twirling a cotton candy pink coloured Dum-Dum between my fingers. "What can you do about it? Nothing," I shrugged, leaning my head against Bruce's shoulder affectionately.

Steve just shook his head in disappointment. "Can we get back on topic? Please?"

"Captain, I think that Stark..." Strange began talking with Tony dramatically groaning in the background and I instantly tuned out the useless babble. Steve should've been smarter and revoked speaking rights from Tony and Stephen. Or asked Loki to magically render them both mute for ten minutes.

"You're not wrong," Bruce quietly whispered next to my ear. "Ten bucks says Wanda meddles and those two finally work out their frustrations," The scientist hid a grin against my head. I felt the amused, giddy energy radiating off him like a plasma beam.

"I don't even have to bet," I rolled my eyes. "If she doesn't do it, I will."

Both Tony and Stephen were throwing me equally infuriated glances. One promised me a good, hard fucking and the other saw me a short, poisonous lecture on appropriate behaviour in the nearest future - you can guess which is which. If I had it my way, I'd skip the lecture and go straight to a hot, filthy threesome with two men twice my age. I wasn't blind, Strange was hot as hell and could be decent and even nice once in a blue moon.

He could, but he wouldn't be. I wanted that raw, unadulterated lust, tension so concentrated it walked the razor's edge between violent craving and repulsion. Ever since the incident with Clint, I had this ugly mess inside of me, like a live wire about to snap. My brain was constantly racing, darting between how utterly useless I am in a group of supers and embracing my normal-ness, amplifying it by hosting game nights and spending time trying to convince people to start a dungeons and dragons campaign. Or something.

My sleep was like Swiss cheese, riddled with holes where I stayed awake for one or two hours at a time in the middle of the night after waking up sweaty, with my heart hammering out of my chest. Sometimes I dreamt of Clint's lifeless, sickly white body, sometimes the whole room flooded with blood and I couldn't stop it no matter what, there was so much of it, I drowned in it, I startled up with the taste of it in my mouth. Rarely, the worst of it came - the one where Clint was alive as millions of millions of little fluorescent, poisonous jellyfish burst out of him and he screamed and screamed and screamed...

I had PTSD. Yay, me. As if my uselessness wasn't enough of a burden, my brain decided for me that it wasn't good enough that I saved Clint and now it was punishing me for being close to a group of people who routinely saved the WORLD.

I contemplated my usual habits - going to a party, getting trashed and dancing until my legs were numb. I just wanted to shut my brain off for a moment, give it a hard reset so-to-say, but with Tony on my back like a jet-pack, I didn't doubt he'd show up to the place and drag me out of there even if I was kicking and screaming. And he was a Stark, a billionaire, so visiting my dad in Cali wouldn't be possible on my own. Tony would gas up the jet and the rest of the team would find and excuse to tag along, too. As much as I loved being the baby menace who could get away with anything, I hated the way they all herded me, like I was an actual child. I couldn't get away from myself, not even for a moment.

I had the backup-backup plan and I was going to have to execute it. Desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't doubt y'all enjoy listening to Tony and Steph flirt," The nickname escaped unmoderated from my lips before I could catch myself. "But what are we doing for Halloween? I need to know if I gotta get a costume," Bruce chuckled next to me and wrapped an arm around me, happy for the distraction. Unlike me, the scientist was obligated to listen and participate in the avengers-themed discussion. Which was difficult because the engineer and the sorcerer constantly bickered, inadvertently taking over the talk.

"Halloween?" Steve groaned.

"We should do something," Bucky side-eyed his boyfriend. "For the children." Something told me he wasn't thinking of the children, at all. The man was positively leering, probably thinking about what kind of a tight suit he could convince Steve to squeeze into.

"A party!" Tony immediately exclaimed, interrupting Stephen mid-setence.

"Tony, no," Steve stated firmly.

"Tony, YES!" Clint perked up. "A snack bar. A bar-bar."

"I will not be helping you all if you get alcohol poisoning," Stephen crossed his arms.

"So it's a party," I stated firmly, throwing a contemplating look at Wanda and Pietro. The twins looked unsure but excited. I knew I could count on fellow young people to support my decision to have fun, dance a little, drink a little. Let loose. To nail my point, I turned to Bruce with a mischievous smirk. "Fifty bucks says Stephen is too stuck up to show up in costume."

"Beg pardon?!" The sorcerer exclaimed. His eyebrows threatened to meet his hairline.

"I think you give him too little credit, Princess," Bruce winked at me and we solemnly shook hands. It was great having a fellow partner in mischief. Loki's approving smirk just sealed the deal for me.

"It's not my fault you sometimes act like you have a stick up your butt," I gave in the way of explanation, shrugging my shoulders innocently in Stephen's direction. "I'm just pointing out the obvious."

"I don't dare to imagine what's been up yours," The sorcerer retorted dryly, in an uncharacteristically childish fashion, arms still crossed. It almost looked like he was pouting.

"Tony," I simply said, leering salaciously at the man.

"Ooh, kinky," Clint reached over and we promptly high-fived each other in the wake of multiple embarrassed groans emanating around the room. "Strange, you're a boring old man, get over it."

"And you regularly end up in dumpsters, Barton," Strange retorted quickly. "Not my idea of fun."

"You wouldn't know fun if it hit you in the face!" Tony grinned triumphantly, confident in his superiority over Strange. Look at that, the team was doing the work for me and I didn't even have to try.

"I'll show you fun," Stephen retorted darkly. It was obvious the man was planning something.

"Ok, boomer," I raised my eyebrows in muted satisfaction before turning around and grabbing Bruce to drag along with me. "I'm confiscating your best scientist to amuse myself. I am bored. We will go and do actual science whilst y'all argue. Bye."

My patience had run out. We were examining the parasites we found in the murder-anthropods-from-space, codename MAFS, courtesy of yours truly, and their amazing properties to penetrate cell membranes and feed on metals in organic life forms. Without Bruce's help I understood maybe half of it but he had the patience of a saint and dutifully and understandably explained to me the finer points of studying aliens. Signing half a dozen NDAs was never more worth it.

Steve's sigh consisted of 99% suffering and 2% disappointment. Natasha face-palmed silently in the corner, clutching a mug of coffee, a poster child for existential dread.

"Wait for me," Tony whined, going for the door and promptly being stopped by Steve pointing out the team needing his input on one mission or another. The engineer sighed. "Baby girl, don't let the green mean to start any experiments without me." Tony instructed, pointing an accusatory finger in our direction.

I clutched at Bruce dramatically, feigning hurt feelings and was rewarded with a swift motion of his arms. I shrieked delightfully at being thrown over the scientist's shoulder as he hastened his pace towards the elevator, hightailing it out of there. "I'd never snitch on science daddy," I wiggled my eyebrows in Tony's direction, sticking a hand down the back pocket of Bruce's pants, dangling over his shoulder like a happy sack of potatoes.

The lab smelled strongly of alcohol and bitter chemicals, the solution that Bruce developed to ensure the optimal state of the alien pathogens. The man's genius never ceased to amaze me: Bruce came up with the needed formula in the span of a few hours while running low on sleep, post a Hulk-out session.

We put on our protective gear - "science onesies" I called them - along with a respirator and goggles and set to the segregated part of the lab where the specimens were kept under a blue light. The glass wall between Bruce's and Tony's lab was dimmed; I reflected in it, looking positively futuristic in my double-stacked white platformed boots and white hazmat suit.

"Wait," I motioned to Bruce to come over.

"Oh, right, our music," He was already half-way to being in total Science Mode. "Friday, please put on the "Get Schwifty" playlist, 60% volume."

The playlist that me and Bruce came up with for our lab sessions. The man was such an adorable dork. Thirty percent my music, thirty percent of his indie rock shit and forty percent 00's bops. In other words, utter perfection.

I finally managed to fish out my phone from my pants. "No, let's take a selfie," I struck an impressive pose and pointed the camera as Avril Lavigne sung the first verse to Sk8r Boi.

Bruce laughed but abided by the request, giving me bunny ears in the photo, tapping the fingers of his other hand on my waist to the rhythm of the song.

"He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy!" I sang along, switching my Instagram to stories and posting the short clip of us just vibing with the caption #sciencetime, Bruce laughing openly behind his respirator. I looked cute and silly in my outfit.

"Send the video to me, I'll post it on my Twitter," Bruce requested. I indulged him then put my phone away, ready to conquer the world of microbiology. Or die trying. Science was calling...

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Second chance - Kensei Muguruma

Yes she knew Kensei was dead, yes she knew that Kensei would leave one day and yes she still allowed herself to get hurt by him.

"What's on your mind?" Kensei asks her one day as they laid on her bed. "It's nothing." She replied flatly back, afraid to show she was feeling down.

He grunts at her response and flips her body towards him. "Stop with the stubborn talk." His face filled with concern as she knits her brows at him.

"I just wanna sleep." (Your Name) argued back as Kensei clicks his tongue in annoyance before facing his back away from her. "Suit yourself then."

(Your Name) turned her back away as tears fell from her eyes. She tried her hardest not to make a noise but her body was shaking. Her sniffles made Kensei picked her body up so she was sitting on his lap.

Kensei demeanor now changed as he could see she was feeling down about something. "Hey baby what's wrong?" His voice showed no roughness as she covered her face with her hands.

"I'm fine." She replies not looking him in the eyes.

Gently he removes her hands away from her face as she looks down.

"(Your Name)." Kensei calls out moving the hair out of her face.

"You." (Your Name) started to say and continued. "You are going to leave me behind."

He let out a big sigh and brings her body to him in a big embrace. Although he wanted to comfort her Kensei knew every word she said were true.

Initially Kensei didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone let alone a human but he fell in love and it was crashing downhill fast. Every word he wanted to say were lies because he wanted to make her feel better, but he knew it would only hurt her more.

They lived in two different worlds. She would die as he stayed behind.

"Don't worry, I'll always be watching over you."

Those words were not enough for her.

"Go to sleep, it's been a long day." Kensei continues as she stayed silent. He lightly placed her down and switched to big spoon as he caresses her body. "Just relax and sleep."

The next morning he was gone, probably back at the base with his other friends. (Your Name) just got ready for the day and walked down the streets of Karakura town.

At first (Your Name) didn't believe Kensei was actually a spirit, but one day as they walked back from a date a hollow appeared from behind them.

(Your Name) knew about the shinigami and how they killed hollows to bring peace to the city. Most of the time she ignored them though because people often called her crazy for seeing spirits ever since she was a kid. Never did she expect Kensei to be one of them.

Kensei didn't waste a second as he crushed the hollow in seconds. At that moment (Your Name) noticed that no one could see him.

Ever since that day she had doubts about their relationship. Often times she felt bad because it affected the way she would act towards Kensei. He didn't need that from her.

Kensei left early morning because Shinji needed all of them at base to help that orange hair teenager with his hollowfication.

Honestly he didn't even want to help but Kensei knew it would benefit for the war to come.

The war.

Kensei hated to admit it but he was feeling a bit uneasy for what was to come. He wanted a good fight though, it had been decades so he wouldn't be surprise if he was a bit rough on the edges.

Then his mind wandered off to (Your Name) he constantly thought what would happen if they helped the Soul Society, would they allow them to come back? What would happen to their relationship?

He knew in a realistic point of view that he would have to leave her. She deserved someone that would grow old and die with her.

After training with the orange hair kid he walked to (Your Name) work place at a elementary school. He could see her smiling and helping all the innocent children.

Children.

Something he would never get to experience with her as Kensei hands turns to fist. The world was cruel at the moment for him. If only she could be with him for as long as he lived for.

Spotting Kensei (Your Name) smile brightly and wave. After letting the last child home with the parents she rushed to give him a big hug. "I didn't think I'd see you today."

"I left without saying goodbye, of course I'd come back."

Packing her things they walk back together hand in hand. "How was your day then?"

Kensei wanted to say good but all he had were thoughts about the future. "Interesting." He replied shortly as she raises an eyebrow.

"How so?"

As much as Kensei wanted to keep her out of the war and fighting he eventually told her all about it.

"When the times come I will be going to fight. I don't know what will happen though."

There was silence between the two, Kensei knew there was tension about their relationship, but he tried to make her happy in every way so she wouldn't feel any doubts.

"I see, I'm not worried. I know you will come back." She smiles trying to bring some positivity.

It was a sleepless night for the two as they hungrily craved each other bodies. This night was different, the love making was more passionate and raw.

Kensei made it about her that night, pleasing each sensitive area till she was off edge and screaming his name.

He didn't know what came across him that night, but he felt like this was the last time they were going to be this close together.

"I love you." He whispered to her ear.

Those very words hurt to hear as she smiled to herself sadly.

"This is the first time you've ever said that to me." she says to him as he embarrassingly turned the other way.

"Shut up, I'm learning." He sheepishly says as a blush formed on his face.

There was a silence before she got curious and leaned onto her elbow for support. "Have you ever.... you know. Loved anyone before?"

Kensei shakes his head and looks up to the ceiling. "This is my first and it will be my last."

(Your Name) didn't know what that meant but she could tell he was speaking the truth.

"(Your Name) you know I will always do what's best for us and for you. Promise me one thing." He looks at her as she nods her head slowly for him to continue. "If I leave you won't be sad."

"What do you mean by that? Aren't you staying here?"

Kensei doesn't answer her question as he kisses her forehead. "Just expect the unexpected."

(Your Name) didn't know what happen but she felt like she was asleep for ages, when she woke up Kensei was on the bed in bandages. He was asleep so peacefully. A warm feeling began to bloom in her chest.

"He survived the war, that means he's staying." A smile spreading across her face as she kissed his soft lips. Kensei lightly stirred around as he pulled her closer to him out of habit.

"(Your Name)." He murmured in his sleep.

"Sleep, you look rough." (Your Name) whispers to him as she caresses his face.

"I can't if you're going to baby me like this." Kensei says with his eyes closed as he groans and sits up from bed. (Your Name) notices that he is bandaged on most parts of his body.

"Are you okay? How did everything go?"

He silently pulls her body to sit on his lap. She nervously swallows her saliva, usually when Kensei pulled her onto his lap, its usually bad news or when they were having sex.

"We won the war but with a heavy cost."

(Your Name) didn't know why but her heart was aching, she knew something bad was about to happen. Kensei wasn't smiling, he looked tired, stressed and a wreck.

"I'm going back." He announced to her, as easy as he said those words they were heavy to bare. Kensei knew it would hurt her, but it would save them from the heart break later on in the future.

"But I thought everything was good?" (Your Name) hesitantly says hugging herself out of the habit of feeling insecure.

"(Your Name) it not that, we have always been good it's just we live in totally different worlds. I don't want to watch you disappearing from my eyes every living day you have. I would stay the same and it would torture both of us... I have to take the position as captain again."

(Your Name) felt ashamed and selfish at the moment. She wanted to yell at him that he didn't love her, but she knew this day would come. Although she could see him as a spirit he'd be gone in a different place and as time passed by he would forget her.

"So what now? When do leave?"

"Tonight." The air had heavy tension.

She whined in pain, he was leaving so fast. Kensei pulled her in a tight embrace as he rubbed her back as she cried.

It wasn't the break up that hurt her, it was the thought that they were being separated and she wouldn't be able to see him for the rest of her life.

"If you leave tonight please do it when I'm asleep. I'm afraid I won't let you go if I'm awake."

Kensei could only chuckle, he felt bitter.

"I love you (Your Name)."

Laying on top of him she let the tears fall "I love you too."

The world was going the same pace but (Your Name) had a hard time adjusting, she wanted it to stop completely because she didn't feel whole anymore. Kensei left no trace of himself, which pained her. At least a t shirt would make her happy. She knew he probably left nothing to make things easier.

Her life began a new routine, going to work and coming home. She didn't have much friends, nothing helped her mind. All she thought about was Kensei. Wondering what they would be doing if he was here or what he would be cooking.

"Stop, you promised him not to be sad." (Your Name) says grabbing her head lightly as she took the sleeping pills she had prescribed to her.

Going to bed was the worse part of the day, her mind would wander off to unless thoughts. Many of them were unpleasant, so she relied on the pills to sleep. It helped so she wouldn't have to think.

Kensei didn't smile anymore, he was neither sad or angry. He understood that was how their life was. So many times he wanted to leave and go see her, so many times he had to stay up in bed lost in his thoughts. He didn't like the feeling of heart ache, he realized that's why people never fell in love in the first place. They don't want to be hurt.

It effected his work environment at first, his grumpiness and being easily irritated made the place have tension. Kensei was a grown man and once he felt that the 9th divison was not a good place to be at the moment he changed his ways for the better.

It wasn't till night time where he tortured himself, he stole all the pictures they took with each other from her house, he was no selfish man but just for these precious moments they had together he was.

Kensei would rather torture himself with their memories rather her because he wanted her to have a normal life in a normal relationship with a normal person.

He would often dream about her, it was a unless cycle. With special permission he left to the world of living to see her one last time to ease his mind.

Walking to her house he noticed the lights were off, knocking on the doors for a few times there was no answer. Getting irritated he was about to break the door open when the landlord appeared from behind him.

"May I help you sir?"

"Um yeah, I'm looking for (Your Name)."

"You didn't hear?"

"Hear about what?" Kensei asks his eyes lowering down in suspicion as the landlord sadly smiles.

"(Your Name) died 5 years ago in a car accident, a drunk driver hit her."

Kensei eyes widen, how long has he been gone? He felt like it was only a few months since he left. His world was crashing down on him. Leaving the place quickly he looked around Karakura town for her soul. She was nowhere to be found.

Kensei wanted to wreck something, he was angry, angry for not checking up on her and angry how someones life could easily be lost.

She had no grave, her ashes sent with her parents. He couldn't even see that. Kensei let his frustration out as he hit the wall causing it to break in pieces.

Realizing she wasn't here anymore he went back in loss. Her soul was somewhere out there.

Years passed by and if Kensei thought the first time he tortured himself was bad this time around it was worse. He overworked himself, slept constantly to bring the guilt away. He got irritated a lot and became more cut throat than he would like. Of course he felt bad for Shuhei and Mashiro but it didn't change that he fell into depression.

Never did he think he would fall into depression, it was different for him. Kensei stopped yelling at Mashiro at one point. Shinji and everyone was concerned for him, but he assured them that he would pass over it.

Kensei even searched the Ryugongai district in his free time to find her. The place was so huge he never had luck. "Where are you?"

(Your Name) woke up one day in a barren area, she was still the same as when she died. The memories and everything still in place when she was human. At first she didn't know where she was till it it her. She was dead.

A part of her was happy but at the same time she didn't know what to do. There came many times where she had to fend for her life. This place was definitely not the heaven that she imaged it to be.

Determined to find Kensei she joined the academy. (Your Name) worked hard endlessly night and day to train her body. She wanted to see him again but not as the weak human she used to be. So she decided she wouldn't see him till she was strong enough.

Poor Kensei tortured himself not knowing her intention and how she was right under his nose.

(Your Name) finally understood everything about the Soul Society, being a seated officer was nearly impossible, but it was the only way for her to be close to him. They were treated like celebrities so seeing Kensei was not going to be easy.

After years of endless training she was finally getting some recognition and was offered a seat as vice captain to the 13th squad under the command of Rukia Kuchiki.

They placed a small ceremony for the vice captains to welcome her, everyone was so accepting. Till she saw Mashiro the tears fell from her eyes as they embraced each other in a sisterly hug. "Kensei would be so happy to see you!" The green haired girl exclaimed.

"I know, you don't know how hard I worked to get here. It's been so many years. I thought you would have forgetten me too."

"Nonsense we have to go see Kensei!"

(Your Name) wanted to see him now, knowing how close she was to him. She grew impatient. A older man with scars on his face introduced himself. The similar 69 tattoo on his face as he wore a bright look in his eyes.

"You must be (Your Name), my captain has been looking for you." He warmly smiles knowing Kensei would be at peace now.

With the help of Mashiro and Shuhei they guided her to the barracks where Kensei back was facing her. She can hear him yelling at other seated officer about a mission that was not completed and how it was Mashiro fault for not taking the lead.

"MASHIRO! I TOLD YOU THEY NEEDED GUIDANCE! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT BEING A SUPER LIUTE-"

Kensei turned around to see a familiar face he yearned to see everyday, all the yelling got his throat dry. No words came out.

Stepping forward (Your Name) ran into his arms as he shockingly looked down at her. "(Your Name)." Kensei breathlessly says.

"You don't know how much I've missed you Kensei." She sinks into his chest the happy tears falling down.

His squad stood in awe at the sight, they never seen their captain so vulnerable.

A wave of emotion came crashing over him as he tightly held her, a few tears fell from his eyes. Only visible to her as she wiped them away.

"Stupid, why didn't you come see me?!"

"Because I wanted to be strong when I saw you!" She argued back as Shuhei and Mashiro stood next to them happy to see their captain in a brighter mood.

The 9th division and the Soul Society knew about Kensei having a human lover in past, they also knew he fell into the dark for a long time. So seeing him smiling made them feel at ease.

"Tch, so your the newbie Kuchiki appointed as her Lieutenant."

(Your Name) proudly shows her badge on her arm. "That's right! And this time I'm not leaving."

Kensei chuckles with a bitter sweet feeling. A part of him wanted to be upset that she was dead but another part is relieved to be with her again.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving either." His toothy smile brought shivers down her spine. It was something she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Looks like we got a lot to catch up on (Your Name)."

A big grin on her face as she leaned her cheek on his hand.

"Yeah, we do."

(Author Note: Kensei is bae!)

[spencers-dria]

Instinct

Someone To Stay Ch. 11

Content/Trigger Warnings: violence/guns/blood

I close my eyes in an attempt to get any amount of sleep possible before the jet lands. After a night full of tossing and turning, we got called in on a case in Washington State. Of course this means delaying a talk with Y/N about last night. I tried to convince myself it was nothing, so why can't I stop thinking about it.

It was just alcohol right? People do and say all kinds of crazy things while they're drinking, things they usually regret the next day. Maybe she won't want to speak about it at all. Ugh, how am I supposed to focus on a serial killer when my mind is so clouded with personal drama. I'm going to have to find a way to compartmentalize. While I'm with the team, it will be all business. I can find time to sort through my personal issues at the hotel tonight.

Finally giving up on getting any extra sleep at all, I sit up from the bench and move to a window seat across from Morgan. He's the only one who seems to still be awake. His eyes are closed but he's tapping his hands to whatever music he's listening to on his headphones, so I decide to let him be.

I find myself staring out the window, at the city lights down below. There's something really magical about the way things look from up here. I snap my head up when I hear a noise beside me. Morgan slides over a fresh cup of coffee. I hadn't even noticed him getting up. I must really be out of it.

"Reid." I note the seriousness in his voice, the lack of nickname use. "What's going on with you? You hardly spoke during the case briefing?"

I simply shrug, continuing to stare out the window as I sip on the fresh cup of coffee. I can tell he put in extra sugar, the way I usually make it.

"Is this about last night? About Y/N?"

I set my coffee in my lap as I stare into it, almost as if waiting for it to give me answers.

"I don't... I don't really know." I sigh.

"We haven't talked about what happened. We pretty much just said goodnight and I left. Then we got called in on the case."

"Is there something going on between you two?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at me, in a typical Derek Morgan fashion.

I shake my head. "No, at least I don't think so. There wasn't but after last night...I don't know what to think."

"Do you want there to be?"

I feel nerves building up in my stomach, the same ones I had on the dance floor last night. My thoughts drift to how she looked, how I felt, how easy it was being around her, how I couldn't stop smiling.

I know my face is turning red again.

"I don't know. Maybe..."

Derek let's out a long sigh and leans over to pat my shoulder. "You'll figure it out, pretty boy. You are a genius after all."

I can't help but laugh. I feel a little better, knowing that someone else knows what I'm going through, without having to say more than a few words. That's the great thing about Derek, he gets me. He teases and jokes but at the end of the day. He's always there. Before I realize it, I've drifted off into the sleep I had so desperately been craving.

I wake to the jet finally entering descent. The sun has come up and the rest of the team is awake. I glance at my watch to see the clock read 7 AM. I decide to send Y/N a quick text. I don't need her thinking I ran off after what happened.

Y/N

Spencer: I got called in on a case. I'll let you know when we get back so we can have another movie night.

Y/N: Order of the Phoenix?

Spencer: Of Course! :)

After getting settled at the police station, I start to go through the files. It's a small town and they don't have much to give us. It shouldn't take me more than 30 minutes to read through any relevant information.

The rest of the team returns to the station later that evening with updates from the autopsy, the locations where the victims where taken and where their bodies were dumped.

It isn't long before we put together a solid profile: Male, late twenties to early thirties, confident online but incredibly insecure when speaking with women in person, feels emasculated by powerful women in his life, job requires extensive knowledge of the local wooded areas, takes his victims by surprise and knocks them out before making cuts and marks all over the bodies, leaving them in public places to be seen, shaming them the way he feels shamed.

We spend the next morning narrowing down the suspect list. I feel like I'm on the brink of a break through, when my thoughts are interrupted by Hotch.

"JJ, Morgan, go back to the site where our latest victim, Victoria, was taken off the hiking trail. See if you can figure out how he targets and approaches them. Blake and Reid, start questioning some of the friends of our most likely suspect, Mr. George Kelly. They may know where you can find him. Start with the ex girlfriend. Rossi and I are going to call the friends and families in to see how much they can remember."

Thirty minutes later, Agent Blake and I are pulling into the driveway of a small house, set a ways away from the road. We step out of the car to the sound of nothing but the wind in the trees. As we approach the front door, each of us keeps a hand tentatively on our holster, just in case.

After three sharp knocks, Blake announces herself.

"Ms. Hutchinson, This is Agent Blake with the FBI. We need to speak with you."

After a few moments, there is still nothing but silence. "Ms. Hutchinson, we are looking for your ex boyfriend Mr. Kelly. We just want to talk."

Dead silence.

Blake and I give each other a knowing nod as she stays at the front door, I approach the back, gun in hand. I make my way around the house, taking in all of my surroundings, looking and listening for anything out of the ordinary.

As soon as I turn the last corner, I lock eyes with George Kelly, standing on the back porch with a gun held to the head of his ex. I quickly swallow the lump on my throat and focus all possible energy on deescalating the situation.

"Mr. Kelly" I speak loud enough to alert Blake to the situation, knowing she may already be inside.

I slowly lower my gun into its holster. I see something in his eyes I have seen before. This man does not want to kill her.

"Mr. Kelly my name is Dr. Spencer Reid, and I'm here to help you. But I need you to put the gun down, okay? You see me putting mine down? I don't want to hurt you. I just want to talk."

"No! No you'll just kill me! You think I don't know what you'll do to me for what I've done! I hurt people! But I don't wanna die!"

Tears start to spill over from his eyes as the gun shakes in his hand.

"George, I know. I know you don't want to die. You don't have to. It's ok. Just let Anna go so we can talk about this. I know you don't want to hurt her. She never hurt you. She only appreciated you right? She made you feel special. She never belittled you or emasculated you like other women, did she?"

He starts to sob and shake but his hand never leaves the gun or the girl. Through the window, I see Blake making her way slowly through the house, trying not to alert him to her presence.

"Fine! Leave your gun! Leave it right there on the ground, and come get her!"

I know this is a bad idea. He's clearly unstable. All my FBI training is getting set aside, but I have to try right...I have to try to save her. I slowly remove my gun from the holster as a lower it to the ground. I start to take a couple steps away. I can see his grip loosening on her.

I take a couple more steps toward the porch and the girl is finally able to run toward me. She wraps her arms around me and begins to sob, and I quickly realize I've made a mistake. Seeing his ex cling to me has triggered something in the unsub. I see a fierce look enter his eyes as his hold on the gun steadies.

Out of instinct I turn the girl in my arms away, with my back to the gunman, shoving us both down on the ground, praying silently in my head that Blake will be able to react quick enough. Before I hit the ground I feel a sharp sting in my shoulder.

There's a ringing in my ears as I feel my head go fuzzy. I quickly scramble for my phone to call back up. I look up from where I'm laying in the dirt to see Blake handcuffing our unsub.

The girl and the killer, both still alive. And so am I. I let my head fall to the ground as a take in a deep breath of relief and exhaustion. Hotch finally answers as I update him on our current whereabouts and situation. Before the phone calls ends I can feel myself start to fade a bit. I look down to finally see just how much blood I have been losing. There's a puddle of red slowly spreading, running through the dirt and grass. I suppose the adrenaline numbed my awareness of what was going on. My eyelids are suddenly heavy as I struggle to stay awake. In the background I hear Hotch's voice on the phone fading, mixed with the growing sound of sirens.

"Reid? Reid? Reid are you okay? Reid what's happening?"

[gangrenados]

Midnight hurt

Warning mention of violenc and death

I missed writing about him 😭

The bright red and blue lights were echoing in the back of his head. As he crawled through the window Peter could feel how dizzy he was feeling.

He was lightheaded, maybe it was the blood lost, but in fact it couldn't be that because he make sure to return without any serious injuries since last month that you make him promise it.

It had to be something else.

He didn't even take off his suit, just removed his mask so he could breath better. The cool breeze of the night make him shiver a bit, it was refreshing.

He shaken his head like a dog to get ride of the extra sweat and then let it rest on the palm of his hands.

He felt empty, a bad night of patrol can cause this in any vigilante. After all, anything could go wrong in this kind of job.

"Peter, you ok?" A soothing voice made him look up. Seeing you standing up in front of him with a frowned face and with a bed hair.

"Hey, angel" he offered you a weakly smile that faded away too fast for his own likeness." Why are you up? It's like 3 a.m, you should be sleeping..."

You shake your head." Don't worry about that, it's more concerning that you're about to cry. What's wrong, Peter?"

Peter took a deep breath, his lower lip trembling as his eyes filled with tears. "It was a bad day on patrol...that's it." he murmured, wiping a tear with the back of his hand before you saw it.

You sat in front of him and took him by the chin, making him see your face. Peter avoided your gaze and made excuses to break free of your grip.

He looked haggard, pale, and with cuts all over his face. It broke your heart to see him this way. "Peter what happened" you asked again with a lump in the throat, that was the moment that broke Peter.

"I feel like a fraud." Peter brushed away more tears. "I ... I couldn't save him, he was counting on me and I let him down ... he died because of me."

Peter hung his head, he didn't want you to see him in that state, by God he shouldn't even have come in the first place, but it was the only place that came to mind when escaping the crime scene.

"I could have done something," Peter continued, "I could have helped that boy, but I was very slow, just like with Uncle Ben ..."

Those words craved deep into your chest, making sad and even start to tearing up.

You had known Peter since you were children; growing up side by side, being best friends and later partners in the end of senior year.

The night Uncle Ben died Peter called you, he was crying and he could barely make a sentence without sobbing. It was heartwrenching.

"Peter...." you muttered, putting him into a hug. His head was against your chest, soaking your tshirt with tears and sweat." Don't be so hard on yourself; you did your best..."

"It wasn't enough..." Peter choked into a sob. His arms surrounded you, putting you closer.

You ran your fingers through his hair while the other rubbed his back. Nothing you said will make him feel better at this moment, he was beyond reaching, to hurt for the memories and the sorrow.

So you stayed with him all night, comforting him, making sure he didn't blame himself and drown into self-loathing.

"I'm sorry, angel, you deserve better than hear me cry." Peter said each time you told him something soothing.

"I'll be here Peter, dosen't matter what." You reassured him with a kiss on his forehead everytime he excused himself.

[londonfog-chan]

The Trans!Reader x Jonathan Joestar That No One Asked For But is Getting Anyway Because Fuck Convention: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

This one goes out to all my people who requested a Trans!Reader insert on my other blogs, I’m trying to test the waters with this one to make sure I’m doing it justice. No one should ever have to feel bad about themselves and I want this to be my love letter to all of my trans folks out there.

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At first, she didn’t recognize the young man standing alone on the hill. Maybe you’d been chased off by him, and she worried when she saw your box in his hand. Heartbroken, thinking that your treasure had been commandeered by a brute. But the wind betrayed the boy, billowing locks of hair and instantly she broke out into a run, the turquoise fabric of her dress flaring out behind her as she hitched up her skirts, her blonde hair trailing behind her like a cape.

“I am here!” she called your name, and when the young man turned she saw the friend she’d known since infancy.

“Oh my!” the lightest dusting of pink tinges her cheeks as she skids to a halt directly in front of you. “You look… Dashing! Such fanciful clothes.”

“I had to make an impression darling.” You reply, smiling shyly and holding a hat box closely to your chest. “My brother won’t miss the trousers nor the blouse, but the shoes… They’re far too big for me. And… And I’m unsure how to tie the cravat...”

“Don’t fret, I can fix it for you! Look, I’ve even brought some things for you to pin up your hair. We’ll have you all primped in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

Like a mother, Erina Pendleton takes you between her knees on the grassy knoll. Armed with a brush and a coil of ribbon, she pulled and twisted your snarled tangles up and away from your face. You obediently pulled a man’s cap out of the hatbox and over your head as Erina finished with your hair and took your shoes off, pulling stockings from her basket and stuffing your shoes until they fit snugly when she tied the laces.

“Oh…” she smiles when she’s done, and for some reason it makes your heart tingle the slightest bit.

“What do you think?” you ask.

“I think… I think you’re positively handsome, and you seem to be less tightly wound. Especially around the eyes.”

You’re unsure of how you look, so you can’t say for certain that you feel the clothes have done anything to make you less of a wreck emotionally. Raising your arms over your head, you look at your shoes, the cravat Erina showed you how to tie around your neck, the tweed trousers. Everything is in muted colors, not a stitch of brightness to be seen save for the handkerchief peeping from your breast pocket. When you stole the clothes from the discarded trunk your brother left behind before he went to India, you felt exhilarated, frightened at the prospect of getting caught and possibly taking a switch for your boldness. Yet when your mother caught you taking them, she merely laughed and told you they wouldn't fit your brother even if you decided to fix them up, but if you wanted some play clothes they were more than adequate to serve that purpose. You decidedly felt deflated, a bit hurt she didn't really do anything and dismissed you as though you were an eccentric child playing at a game instead of a young man trying to come into his own. But you do feel something now that Erina has fixed you up… almost airy. And she is right, you don’t feel the strain around your eyes anymore. After a while however, you begin to squirm, indeed feeling something but not the freedom nor the personal acceptance you've been trying to achieve.

“My trousers chafe me so!” you complained. “Have they not managed to figure out a finer weave of fabric for the warmer months?!”

“Stop scratching! You’re being so vulgar!" Erina whines, but it does nothing to deter you from reaching into the band of your pants and scratching violently everywhere.

"Damn and blast!"

"Sophisticated gentlemen don't reach into their drawers and scratch in front of a lady!" she scolds, "You said you want to unleash the gentleman inside you, what would he say to this display?”

“Well right now the gentleman inside me wants me to tend to the war raging on my buttocks!”

Erina cries your name, begging you to stop scratching your rear end with a ferocity that nearly makes you roar in frustration. It does take quite a long time for you to relent, damning the conventions of polite society all the way and using rough language that the poor girl has unfortunately become accustomed to. For a while you complain some more about the clothes, the societal expectation to be covered at all times, the fact that neither gender is truly free of their own volition, and the revolution you wish to start for a society that is nothing short of anarchy.

"Everyone will be allowed to run stark naked if they wish to, or to be draped in silks and I'll make all these pompous aristocrats provide every necessity. I grow weary of hearing the necessities of decorum every five minutes when I simply wish to fulfill a human need!"

“Now, now…” Erina coos gently, brushing blades of grass from your trousers. “Look here, you’ve unsightly grass stains.

"If I must return to my flouncing hell I'll take care of it later." you told her. "Grass stains speak to a boy that craves adventure. An Odysseus!"

"I'm sure it does." she giggles. "But all this talk of treasure, we still haven’t taken care of the most important part.”

“… I’d nearly forgotten about that. Let me get her for you…”

You finally relinquish the tight hold you’ve been keeping on your hat box, slowly opening the lid and reaching in with both hands. Cradling your treasure as though it’s a child, you rock your precious doll back and forth, smoothing the cascading brown curls down and fixing her skirts. It takes a while for you to let go. You don’t want to let the poor thing go. She is far beyond a play thing, she was your bearer of the most heartfelt confessions and tears, the first to know of your beginning metamorphosis back when you feared Erina would call you horrific names if you told her your most guarded secret.

Now, when you look up at Erina, you know you’ve made the right decision to trust her. She scoots closer to you as you tremble, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and not once making a move to steal the doll from your grasp. In fact, she doesn’t presume to take it until you offer it to her, and then she treats it as though she is receiving a holy relic.

“Please…” you beseech your best friend, “Give her a good home, with plenty of love and affection. She likes to sleep beside your pillow in her box, and her favorite holiday is Easter, her favorite food is spice cake…”

“You can trust me, my dearest friend. I promise to take very good care of Aphrodite for you.”

Slender fingers reached forward to stroke your cheek, clearing away the tears that have fallen for the poor doll you relinquished. As she cleans your face, she tells you the doll will never leave her sight, fully prepared to cater to her every whim as though she's a princess and not made of wax. Yet Erina is right. You mustn’t cry. It’s only for a little while that Erina will have her, until you’re grown up and have a house of your own to keep your possessions. Unsure of your parent's reaction when you finally decide that they need to know they've lost a daughter and obtained a son, you told Erina it's better to keep Aphrodite away lest she is destroyed. You promised your dolly she'd be safer with Erina those nights you cuddled her, seeking reassurance from the persecution you knew you’d face from the rest of the world.

“When I’m a grown man, I’ll be a renowned physician.” You asserted aloud. “I’ll have a big house, millions of books, my piano, and I’ll play Aphrodite’s favorite songs for her every single day. If I am not accepted, then that will be fine. No family will be permitted to enter my abode except for you, my dearest Erina. We will have twenty dogs apiece, and I shall give them only the strongest names from Greco Roman literature.”

“Twenty apiece?!” Erina exclaimed. “Don’t you think that’s a mite excessive?”

“Not at all, in fact I think that’s hardly a proper minimum requirement for a house.”

All this talk of dogs and estates with room for a man and his doll makes you excited, and you cannot help but take your borrowed handkerchief from your pocket to wipe your face. The wind evidently shared your sentiments, as the minute you loosened your grip the scrap of fabric floated away on a gust that made you clutch your hat for fear of losing it.

“Oh no!” Erina whimpered. “I hand embroidered that handkerchief!”

“A thousand pardons darling! I’ll fetch it back!” you cried, and you’re up and running before she can stop you.

As you chased the scrap of fabric, you couldn’t help but feel elated. There was no tug at your waist that made your insides hurt and your breathing shallow, no skirts to trip you and confine you to a chair where you practiced the same stitch over and over until your fingers felt they would break. None of the insecurity and strangeness at inhabiting a body that did not feel like it belonged to you. You only felt the wind at your face, the hard earth below your brother’s shoes as you ran… No longer did you feel trapped, like a lion pacing a tiny cage in the circus.

You felt elated at last. As though finally, after all this time, you were living your truth.

It was Erina’s screams that finally snapped you from your euphoria. Pocketing the runaway handkerchief, you began your course back to the grassy knoll where you left her, fearing the worst when you heard her crying out “please! Please put her down!” Your heart sank. Not only was your dearest friend being assaulted, but her tormentor evidently had commandeered Aphrodite because there was only one other “her” that Erina could be referring to. She never referred to you in the old way anymore, not since your confession.

You made it just in time to see a young man being beaten to the ground, two other snot nosed brats, had commandeered Aphrodite and you heard talk of them going to lift up her skirts to see if she'd been made with all the right parts…

And the last thing you remembered was seeing red, absolutely seething with rage as you put a shoe up the ass of one of the boys and nearly launched Aphrodite into Erina’s arms. All the frustration, all the anger you felt your entire life of living a life that wasn’t yours, it came out in the form of an unchecked feral response that made the boys cry out for mercy as they left you, Erina, and the downtrodden young man alone. By the time you'd let them go, they could only hobble off pathetically. In your rage you vaguely recalled screaming to them that perhaps you'd check if they'd been given all the right parts, one of the boys had taken your brother's shoe to the groin and was being dragged along by his companion. Your face was dripping with sweat and tears, and your hands were sore and bloody. The blonde didn’t know who to comfort first, but when your eyes befell on the strapping young lad she too went to his aid.

“Don’t touch me!” he whined. “I didn’t do it for you, you know! A gentleman should always stand for a damsel in distress!”

“… then I suppose a thank you is in order for me?”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Even you're shocked at the personality you've assumed in your new clothes. With little effort your voice has become commanding, a general's voice that is full of conviction. Your stance is confident, centered, alone in your room you often perused illustrations in books of the matadores from Spain and admired the way they carried themselves in the charcoal drawings. Compared to the uptight men of this era, you swore to yourself you'd reject the stiffness of aristocracy and instead would carry yourself as unyielding as a man facing a bull. The young man looks up at you, crimson with rage, shaking and nose streaming carmine down his face. He and Erina have the same bewildered and intimidated expression, and he flinches but does not lash out when you heave him to his feet. He finally bolts from the clearing, insulting you as though you’re the one that beat him to a pulp, and for quite some time you and Erina stare after his retreating form.

"You brute!" he whimpers as he runs away.

“Who in the blue hell…” you begin, and you see Erina approaching with an unfamiliar handkerchief in hand to wrap your bloody knuckles.

Through the blood, the two of you manage to read the words “Jonathan Joestar”, looking back at the expanse of land where the boy had run off to even more confused and left with far more questions than answers.

But one thing is certain and you loathe it to be the first thought you have in your emergence into boyhood: this Jonathan Joestar fellow is the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life.

[r6shippingdelivery]

I'm craving for something sweet, so if you are free, how do each couple had their first kiss? I'll ask for Kapkan/Glaz, Rook/Doc, Thatcher/Thermite and Castle/Maverick. Thanks and sorry for the possible long ask... >_

You’re in luck cause I’m always craving sweet stuff as well, and I can’t resist those ships you put there the first and last ones are pure bait but I’m swalling it hook, line and sinker 😄

OKAY, so I know this was sent like ages ago, but I started to answer it, saved in my drafts… and then I kinda forgot it was there, sorry 😅

Kapkan/Glaz

They probably danced around each other for weeks, a never-ending cycle of getting closer and closer, then panicking and avoiding each other, then get closer again cause they missed each other’s company. 

No matter how inconspicuous they thought they were, nobody would miss the huge amounts of ust in the room when they were both in front of each other. The rest of the team was probably going crazy and just hoping one of them would do something else than just eye-fuck each other from across the room and pine like idiots. However, the more people pointed the very transparent chemistry between them, they would panic and avoid each other again. Absolutely maddening. 

It happened quite out of the blue. Kapkan went in search of Glaz to ask if he wanted to come with him to the firing range, and found the sniper painting. He pointed that Glaz had paint on his face, and after the sniper only managed to smudge the paint further, he tried to clean it for him. The moment he stepped towards the sniper, he ended up kissing Glaz and seconds later froze as he realized what he was doing. He only relaxed again when Glaz brought him closer and kissed back. He hadn’t expected Glaz would be such a good kisser, and ended up equal parts flustered and deliriously happy.

Doc/Rook

I always imagined Doc, while attracted to Rook, was wary of taking the first step, since there’s quite the age difference between them and he can’t shake the feeling that Rook wasn’t really interested in him. Sure, he spent an inordinate amount of time with Doc, but only because Rook was helping him and even learning some tricks to help as a back-up doc in an emergency. And he was always helpful and bringing him small gifts, but that’s because Rook was just a genuinely nice person. And Rook certainly was all of that, but he was also getting frustrated that Doc didn’t seem to notice his flirting and advances.

So one day, after noticing that Rook had been kinda clumsy in comparison to his usual demeanor, and he looked kinda nervous as well, Doc told him he was free to go and get some rest since he seemed tired. To which Rook smiled, told him to not stay up until too late either, and gave Doc a goodnight smooch. He was aiming for the corner of the mouth and cheek, but Doc turned his head to say something and instead it was a proper kiss and Rook might have even let out a little sigh of satisfaction. And next morning, both their besotted and beaming smiles were pretty telling of what had changed between them.

Thatcher/Thermite

Thatcher knew there was something else aside from their friendship down there, bubbling under the surfce, but most of the time he elected to ignore that. It was less complicated that way. However, he couldn’t deny having the American around was nice, and even with his goofy attitude, he was sharp and witty, and more than once Thatcher had gotten the impression Thermite acted way happier than he really felt. All in all, he was surprised to realise he considered the American to be a good friend.

Sometimes they went together to the pub, to drink and play pool. Bets were made, copious amounts of alcohol were had, and Thermite ended drunker than he had been in a long time. However, a drunk Thermite meant an extremely talkative Thermite, who wouldn’t shut up about how fucking wonderful his friend Thatcher was, how accomplished and amazing; and how handsome he was and Thermite hoped to be half as fit as he was when he reached Thatcher’s age; and how he dreamt more than once to kiss Thatcher cause he had a crush the size of a mountain and the other man sadly didn’t feel the same.

Next morning Thermite awoke with a hedache in Thatcher’s boat-home, and he tried to play the “can’t remember a thing” card. Thatcher was having none of it, he wanted the truth. And after Thermite admitted that everything he said was true, Thatcher went “it’s a fookin’ relief I wasn’t the only one thinking about kissing!”. Perhaps it wasn’t the most romantic setting, but neither of them would forget that first kiss in the deck of Thatcher’s boat, wind and sea spray hitting dramatically and forcing them to retreat inside.

Castle/Maverick

Maverick’s PTSD had been getting worse, nightmare keeping him from sleeping. He was quickly becoming another Jackal, always wandering the halls at night, and Castle was worried for him. He looked  drained and on the verge of a collapse. When Six said all of the Americans would be doing some teambuilding exercises, Castle was surprised to see interest in Maverick’s expression.

It turned out that a couple of days with his friends and teammates, away from their usual environment, was exactly what Maverick needed. He still had trouble sleeping, but Castle made up some bullshit about not being tired either and stayed with him, both reading and quietly talking and mixing different languages in their conversation through the night. Maverick would apologise from keeping Castle from sleep, but Castle laughed it off saying it had been a great night. Then they have a moment of looking at each other intensely, and when Castle quietly asks what would Maverick do if he kissed him, Maverick just goes for it. The moment may or may not be broken by a still half asleep Ash in search of a cup of coffee. She might had seen them, smile at lovely image, and quietly retreated to the kitchen tho.

(Completely unrelated to the first kiss thing, but I have the headcanon that Castle’s rescue dogs usually are very nervous meeting new people but they loved Maverick and were friendly with him from the first moment they met. And Maverick is the embodiment of “I love them and would kill to protect them and their owner)

[gracexbeck]

Señorita | Quentin Beck x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: implications of sex

A/N: the timeline here is a bit wonky because I’m going back and forth between when you meet and different parts of your relationship with Quentin

I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh-la-la-la It's true, la-la-la Ooh, I should be runnin' Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

After meeting Quentin Beck at a Stark Industries convention in Miami, you were infatuated with him. The moment you made eye contact, you fell hard for him. You and Quentin instantly connected and before you knew it, you were in a tumultuous relationship with him. His mood was erratic. Some days, he'd be the sweet Quentin you met. Other days he wouldn't even talk, and when he did, he would gripe about his work and Tony Stark. But you couldn't keep yourself away from him. Your friends told you to end things with him and there were times you were close to leaving him. But you craved his touch, you craved the taste of his lips on yours, you craved having his fingers tangled in your hair, and you craved the way he called you "honey." No matter what happened, you found yourself running back to Quentin.

Land in Miami The air was hot from summer rain Sweat drippin' off me Before I even knew her name, la-la-la It felt like ooh-la-la-la, yeah, no

When Quentin saw you, an aspiring engineer at the Stark Industries convention, he too was infatuated. The Florida heat was thick, causing him to sweat slightly in his lab coat. But he began to sweat even more when he laid his eyes on you. His stomach began to flip when you made eye contact and his heart beat faster when you began to walk towards him. When he talked to you for this first time, he started falling for you. He convinced Tony Stark to hire you so you could be Quentin's assistant and from there, a whirlwind romance began. Were things going too fast? He couldn't tell. He just knew he wanted to be with you.

Sapphire moonlight, we danced for hours in the sand Tequila sunrise, her body fit right in my hands, la-la-la It felt like ooh-la-la-la, yeah

After the convention, he took you to an outdoor bar on the beach where some of his co-workers were partying. He held you close the whole time as the two of you danced in the moonlight, only stopping to order some drinks. He knew Tony would disprove of his relationship with you, especially since he just hired you as his assistant, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. You fit perfectly in his hands and he never wanted to let you go.

Ooh, you know I love it when you call me señorita I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya But every touch is ooh-la-la-la It's true, la-la-la Ooh, I should be runnin' Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

Everyone said that your relationship with Quentin was going too fast. Your parents disproved of Quentin but you didn't care. And when Tony walked in on you and Quentin making out in Quentin's office, boy was he hot. He claimed he didn't want any "office relationships" but when Quentin brought up Tony's relationship with Pepper, Tony scowled and never brought it up again.

Eventually, you could tell Quentin was slowly spiraling. The day he was fired by Tony, he was pissed. You understood where Tony was coming from and but you knew Quentin would be planning something. When Quentin told you his plan with the drones, you didn't know how to react. You wanted to tell somebody like Nick Fury or even Tony Stark himself yet you didn't want to hurt Quentin even more. This caused you to hold your tongue and you wrapped your arms around Quentin. He leaned into your embrace and eventually fell asleep in your arms.

Quentin knew right away that you didn't approve of his plans, so he didn't force you to help. The last thing he wanted was for you to run away from him. His subconscious told him to run away from everything to make his plans successful, even if that meant leaving you behind. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave you. When you held him that night, memories from the night he met you floated around in his mind, making him decide to put his plans on hold so he wouldn't have to leave you.

Locked in the hotel There's just some things that never change You say we're just friends But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la'

The night you met Quentin seemed magical. He brought you to his hotel room where you spent the night tangled in his arms. When you woke up in the morning, he claimed that you and him would be better off as friends, especially for the sake of your career. And with that, he got dressed and left for day two of the convention, leaving you alone. But for the rest of the week, you ended up in his room or he was in yours. Either way, you found yourself in his arms and neither one of you couldn't bring yourselves to let go.

Cause you know it's been a long time coming Don't ya let me fall, oh Ooh, when your lips undress me Hooked on your tongue Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly, don't stop

When the convention was over and you moved to New York three days later and started your new job, Quentin couldn't let go of you. He admitted he couldn't do this "friends with benefits" thing and he wanted to make things official with you. You happily agreed and from there, your passionate relationship with Quentin took off. You loved it when he would pepper your face with kisses and he loved the feeling of your body against his. You never wanted to leave him, no matter what happened and he felt the same.

I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need you But every touch is ooh la la la It's true, la la la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you know I love it when you call me señorita I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya But every touch is ooh la la la It's true, la la la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you keep me coming for you 

After making things official with you, he convinced you to move into the empty apartment room that was just a few doors down. A few weeks passed and it seemed that you and Quentin were connected at the hip. About a year later, you finally moved into his apartment. You were both working on a groundbreaking project, Binary Augmented Retro Framing. Quentin worked relentlessly, never taking a break. You felt your relationship with him was very much strained and you urged him to slow down. Yet, he ignored your pleas, claiming he could save the world with his tech. He wanted his project to be a success, so you and him could eventually leave Stark Industries and have a happy life. If only that happened...

All along I've been coming for ya (For you) And I hope it means something to you Call my name, I'll be coming for ya (Coming for ya) Coming for ya (Coming for ya)For ya For ya (Oh, she loves it when I come) For ya

Quentin began to secretly work on his revenged on Tony Stark behind your back. When you found out, you were furious. You didn't want any innocent people to get harmed but Quentin insisted that his drones could change the way of life. You got in a heated argument with him that ended with him storming out of your shared apartment. You cried yourself to sleep, mainly because you didn't want your relationship with Quentin to end like this. You were torn between ratting him out and helping him. A few days passed with no sign of Quentin and you kept to yourself at work. But then the unthinkable happened. Half of the population on Earth disappeared into dust and you feared you lost Quentin forever. That night, you laid in your bed, praying Quentin wasn't gone. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt the bed dip from under you and you felt strong arms pull you close and you inhaled the familiar scent of Quentin.

"I'm sorry, honey," he whispered softly as he held you even tighter. He promised he would stop and that he would never leave you again. You had a feeling that he would break that promise yet you decided to stay with him. You still couldn't bring yourself to leave him and he never wanted to run away from you ever again.

Ooh, I should be runnin' Ooh, you keep me coming for ya