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lilhealthybean · 7 months ago

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heartbreak girl

"But what's even more frustrating is knowing the fact that they treat you so bad and I am so good to you. It's unfair"

tags: haikyuu, kuroo

notes: i remade the remade version, lol, sorry if this appear to you again.

Kuroo wasn't enthusiastic about sharing his apartment with a stranger, until he met you. How could he not be? You were kind, gentle, and just as much of a nerd as him. The connection was instant, and before he knew it, he was deeply in love with you.

How you always prepared extra food for him, the way you talked to him, and how you started doing routines with him - like Thursdays of tacos or Sundays of skincare routine. You were his guardian angel, and he started to feel the need to make you as happy as you made him.

Unluckily for him, it was a difficult situation. When he found out from Kenma that you were not only single, but in a toxic relationship, his heart sank and all his hopes of being in a relationship with you disappeared.

The first time he became aware was while studying in his bedroom; he overheard your partner insulting you and complaining about how useless you were. When Kuroo heard the entrance door closing violently, he left his bedroom and took you out for dinner to make you feel better.

A week after the incident, you knocked on his bedroom door with tears streaming down your face. Your partner had broken up with you. Being the gentleman he was, Kuroo took care of you all week. Even though you tried to act like everything was fine, Kuroo's heart shattered every time he heard you sobbing in your room.

What could he do to mend your broken heart? Would he be able to offer his own? If he could, he would do it without hesitation. Kuroo couldn't bear to see you in such pain.

Days later, Kuroo came back early and planned to take you out for a meal to continue comforting you. To his surprise, upon opening the door, he found you cuddling with your ex on the couch in the apartment. Initially confused, he soon realized that you had reconciled with your ex. Despite his own emotions, he smiled and accepted it upon hearing your laughter, as your happiness was paramount to him.

If only he had known what was to come.

Your toxic partner would break up with you at least twice a month, and Kuroo, being the kind soul he was, would console and heal your heart. Just as you were beginning to recover, that despicable person would resurface in your life.

He understood he was trapped in an endless cycle, but Kuroo couldn't bring himself to abandon you. Ultimately, he was a fool for you. Nevertheless, everything has its limits, and Kuroo was no exception.

One day, as he was returning to the apartment, he encountered your partner in front of the entrance. Kuroo wasn't naive; he knew that both of you were fighting again. Tired of the mistreatment towards you, he gathered all the courage he had to grab your partner by the collar of their t-shirt. He could feel his whole body trembling; he had always preferred to avoid such confrontations with those kinds of people, but it was for you, so that you could live a better life.

It was now or never.

"Listen, I know we haven't properly met, but I have no intention of doing so. What I aim to do is mend your heart and mind. However, you, being the jerk you are, always mess everything up and leave as if nothing happened. If you fail to see how poorly you've treated someone, just go, loser," Kuroo said with a thin yet commanding voice as his gaze fixed on the filthy person in front of him. "Y/n deserves someone better."

Your parent remained silent, taken aback by Kuroo's words, then chuckled.

"Honestly? Yes, I truly believe it. You know why? Because I wouldn't want my partner to feel the way y/n has been feeling since you showed up. I am a real man and would do everything possible to be worthy of y/n. Unlike you, I genuinely love y/n and will do everything to make y/n smile," Kuroo said as he gently pushed your partner towards the elevator and gazed up at them. He then proceeded to open the door of his apartment, casting a disdainful look at your partner once more.

Upon entering the apartment, he spotted you on the couch. You looked at him, blushing. He swallowed nervously, realizing that you had overheard the previous exchange.

"This situation is messed up, I apologize for everything you heard…" Kuroo confessed, staring at the floor as he made his way to his bedroom. "I'm sorry, I got so frustrated with your partner's behavior… But what's even more frustrating is knowing the fact that they treat you so bad and I am so good to you. It's unfair" he added before disappearing into his bedroom and sinking onto his bed, feeling embarrassed by his actions.

What has he done?

Next morning Kuroo was holding a tray with your favorite breakfast on it, prepared to apologize. However, when he opened your door, he noticed most part of your things were gone. A letter rested on the mattress that used to be your bed. He quickly placed the trail on the living room's table and took the letter.

Apparently, Kuroo's confession made you realize that you were doing everything wrong, so you decided to uproot and start a new life in a new place.

You were truly gone.

You let Kuroo go out of guilt, knowing it wasn't fair for him to wait for you after all he had done for you.

After two years since that farewell, you couldn't believe you bumped into him in a random park in Miyagi. Your palms were sweating, how could he be there? In your hometown? And why was he chatting with your neighbor Hinata?

Your heartbeat raced, and you didn't know what to do. Thankfully, Kuroo and Hinata were turning their backs on you, giving you a moment to think. You would be lying if you said you hadn't been thinking of him in the last years, and how once you healed, you realized what a great guy he was.

Was life offering you another chance with him?

Excited, you began to approach them. This time it was going to be different; this time, you could be someone deserving of his affection. You were no longer a naive and easily influenced teenager unsure of what to do. Just as you were about to tap Kuroo's shoulder, they both started walking away. You smiled, sighed, and chose to let him go.

You let Kuroo slip through your fingers once again, but this time as a gesture of gratitude towards him.

#haikyu angst #haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #nekoma #haikyuu x y/n #haikyu x you #haikyuu x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #haikyuu imagines

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amvro · 1 year ago

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pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: he’s overworked and he needs some well deserved rest.

cw: none :)

It was as if he could do anything. He could start his day at the cafe and save a few people before coming that night, and because of this, it was terribly easy to forget that he too, is human like everyone else.

He was a little too good at pushing himself when he needed to most. When he needed some rest, but a call comes in asking for some extra help on a mission. Or the cafe suddenly asking him to open up the next morning because someone's unable to make their shift. He was always able to say yes and exceed everyone's expectations no matter the job.

For this exact reason, he was often given far more work than your average person, and this is not to mention he had three different faces he was juggling. Yet, even through all this work, it looked effortless to him. He never seemed to be struggling and he was always on task, so no one would suspect he actually was tired and a little rest was necessary for this hardworking man.

However, you would never miss it. Not the small eyebags that appeared just below his eyes and definitely not the sighs that he would let out every once in a while. He needed some rest, but you knew better than anyone that he wouldn't listen if you simply told him to, he would just push himself a little more. He's a little too good at that.

You knew when his next day off was, but you also knew he was planning to get all his household chores done and caught up with that day, and you weren't going to let that happen. He needed to rest. So there you were, two days before his day off, cleaning around to surprise him. You were absolutely ready to take the whole day and the next if you had to, but it was much better than you had expected. Of course, he still had most of his daily chores covered through all his work. Needless to say, you were excited about his day off.

Before long, his day off had finally come. He woke up bright and early like he always did, went out for a little jog, and did his little routine. He had gotten back home and he was ready to take out the garbage when he realized it was already done, which he found terribly skeptical. He then went to check the laundry which was also already done, not to mention everything seemed a lot cleaner than he had left it. Immediately, his eyes widened and he knew it was you, and he was ashamed he hadn't noticed earlier.

As if on cue, you rang the doorbell and he opened it up. You looked at his running wear and you realized he had already gone and ran.

"You're already done! Aw, that's too bad... I was going to tell you to sleep in some more first," you said and gave him a little kiss as you walked in.

"Thank you so much," he said, a little lost for words and you smiled.

"Oh, don't mention it. Go take a shower, I'll borrow your kitchen by the way," you said, pushing him towards his bathroom.

"I'm sorry, you just came but I think I will," he said, looking apologetic and you told him there was nothing for him to feel sorry for.

While he was in the shower, you decided to make a few mug cakes. Very simple 5-minute ones, because his showers were too short for anything special. Now, they took much longer than the five minutes they were advertised to take, but it was still done by the time he had gotten out of the shower.

You were sitting on the couch with a blanket and the mug cakes on the coffee table when he walked out of the shower. You had been dating for a while now, but gosh was he still so stunning with his wet hair.

"Come sit and eat while it's still warm!" you said. "I'll dry your hair."

"No, it's okay, you should relax," he said and you immediately looked at him, shocked.

"If anyone needs to relax it's you," you said and forced him to sit down so you could dry his hair, which he had no choice but to give into.

It was a lovely time, there were hardly any words said as the sound of the dryer was a little too loud, but it was comforting. He was eating your very quickly put-together mug cake while you were drying his silky hair. Every other bite he would feed you some as you were busy drying his hair, and you couldn't ask for more. Nothing could make you happier and the same went for him.

Once your mug cakes were finished and his hair was dry, you snuggled into his bed and pulled him in.

"We're going to sleep," you said, already comfortable under his blanket.

"No, we really don't have to. We finally have a day off together, we should go somewhere you want to," he said.

"Well, I want to be here right now. With you," you said, completely certain that that was what you wished for. "I really want some more sleep today and I can't sleep without you so you're going to have to tag along."

He couldn't help but smile. He slowly snuck in and you snuggled up right next to him as he kissed the top of your head. It was sweet, and that was it. It didn't have to be anything more and it was all he wanted for the past few weeks. He truly didn't know how you managed to notice and he couldn't imagine himself with anyone other than you. You had to be the one.

"Thank you so much," he said, again. "For noticing."

"Noticing what?" you said with a smile, playing dumb. "I just wanted some extra sleep with you. I hope you don't mind on your first day off in a while."

"There is nothing more I could possibly ask for," he said and wrapped his arms around you. Before long, he was fast asleep and you couldn't help but smile. You knew he was tired and you didn't know how to get him to rest.

You kissed him softly and whispered, "I am always here for you," before falling asleep as well, but you would never find out that he was awake to hear those words. Nor will you ever find out that he fell even more in love with you that day.

#furuya rei x reader #amuro tooru x reader #amuro x reader #furuya rei #amuro tōru #amuro tooru #detective conan x reader #i feel like genuinely nothing happened in this fic like i am trying to think back as to what happened through all this blabbering #and like 3 things happened MAX #VERY QUESTIONABLE AS A FIC.....#um not proofread but when have i ever proofread.... I WILL REREAD IT SOON AND FIX IT THEN IM SORRY #I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING IT BUT IDK IF ITS NEARLY AS FUN READING IT #TYSM FOR THE IDEA THOUGH I REALLY LOVED IT #request #AND THANK U FOR READING OMG I FORGOT TO MENTION IM SO BAD

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novaonhere · 1 year ago

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See You Later

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: Cal ends up being one of the causalities to the Ninth Sister.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Death, cussing, mention of blood, bullets

A/N: GET THE TISSUES, apologies,

Prompt: “Hey, at least I loved you till my very last breath, right? Like I had promised.”

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You sit beside Gabs, making small talk about dinner plans as you wait for Cal and Bode to finish interrogating the Senator. You and Gabs exchange many smiles and laughs, starting to share inside jokes.

You and Cal have been with this crew for a while, which happily surprised both of you. You haven't had a stable crew for a hot minute and were happy falling into a better routine with people you cared about and trusted.

This was the same crew that showed you and Cal how DESPERATELY in love you two were and finally just locked you in the ship's bathroom until you told each other. It was one of the twin's ideas, but they wouldn't tell you which one. Since then, you and Cal have been all over each other. It's been a few years since your first kiss, and things have been running smoothly, relationship-wise.

You fell in love with him more and more each day, especially since you both live a life-or-death type of lifestyle. You never know when your last day is with each other, so you make each one count.

Senator Daho Sejan sulks behind Cal and Bode, one smiling back at the girls and one giving a quick small grin. You nod to your boyfriend, knowing he isn't in realization mode just yet.

"I'm thinking we make your famous stew, (Y/N)," Gabs smiles, slinging an arm around you as you make your way toward the front of the ship. You laugh, reciprocating the friendly gesture. Cal's eyes lighten up by Gabs's words.

"Oh, we definitely should stop by the market then," Cal smiles, catching up to you. He slings an arm on your free shoulder, placing a kiss on your temple.

Of course, any nice moment in your life had to be interrupted by an explosion. Unfortunately, this one was too close for comfort. Boxes of ammo and weapons exploded in front of the crew, launching everyone backward. Everyone equips their weapons, waiting for disaster. A large ship lands just feet away from you as everyone branches themselves behind some intact boxes. Breathing heavily, you, Cal, and Gabs look at one another, the color leaving everyone's faces.

Bright lights shine down onto the crowd. You and Cal throw up your hands, trying to block the light, but keep a hand on your sabers, ready. Three ships enter your line of sight, one slowly lowering to land on the platform in front of you. The Senator takes this as a moment to shake his way in front of the crowd.

"What took you so long?" He cries out, stomping his way up towards the shadowy figure slowly emerging from the ship. "While you've been chasing shadows, I have been-" A burst of red light appears and in an instant, lands on the Senator. No, pierces through the Senator. Cal takes his free hand to push you behind him, watching the Senator slowly be dragged to the dark figure.

The figure grabs the Senator by the shoulder, hoisting him up. The red light from the saber illuminates their face.

"The Ninth Sister..." Gabs whispers out, pain and anger behind those words.

"You've been caught harboring a traitor," She says, clutching onto his shoulder harder. The Senator doesn't flinch, probably already dead. He retracts her saber back into her hand, flinging the corpse to the side. She turns to the group, both you and Cal in fighting stances.

"KESTIS!" She calls out to your boyfriend. He doesn't move a muscle but trying to Force you behind him. Confused, you try to push up next to him.

"Together," You state, making sure the rest of the crew was safe.

"Take care of everyone else," He frowns, glaring daggers at the beast. "She's mine." You nod, trusting your boyfriend.

"OPEN FIRE!" She calls out. In an instant, bullets are whizzing past your head as you duck for shelter. The twins call out and go charging before Cal can stop them. You turn to your right, reflecting bullets from one of the ships that were aimed at Gabs.

"GET INSIDE!" You call out to her. You dare peek to the ship seeing the boys trying to fire at the ship, but with the amount of armor, deemed a bit useless. As she stands up to move, she yells out. You don't hear what has been said, but feel her tackle over you. Two bullets graze way too close to your ear as you both fall onto the floor.

"Thanks G-" You choke. Gab's eyes aren't filled with light, the corner of her torso burnt and bloodied. You scream out, tears brimming your eyes.

Cal watches the scene play out as he also deflects bullets. In a fit a rage, he runs towards the Inquisitor. Everyone is screaming for him to get back, it's not worth it, yada yada. All you could hear was the two sabers bouncing off each other. Time seemed to have stopped, and this overwhelming coldness drifted over your body. Bullets flew past you, surprisingly, not hitting you at all. It wasn't until Bode pulled you back into him that you came back to reality.

The reality of a bright red light.

The reality of that light illuminating through Cal's chest.

Without much thought, you snatch Bode's gun and take two shots at the Inquisitor's head. Unfortunately, one bounces away, and one only skims her ear. She calls out in pain, retracting her saber and fleeing.

Cal's legs have yet to give out, but are so bent they're practically on the floor already. You drop the blaster and run. You've never ran so hard in your life, you thought your lungs were going to fly out of your back. Sliding up to your boyfriend, he collapses into your touch. You vision is blurred from tears as you brush his hair out of his face. It was wet with sweat.

His breathing is ragged and unsteady. His eyes are wide and staring up at yours. You look to his torso, but the sight only makes your cry out harder.

"(Y/N)," He whispers, shakingly reaching a hand up to your face. Tears pour down your face, watching the life slowly leave the redhead.

"No, Cal," You sob out, holding him tightly in your lap. "You can't leave, not now, not ever. I love you." Your lips quiver, your hands shake. His eyes start to roll back then focus on and off. "PLEASE!"

“Hey, at least I loved you till my very last breath, right? Like I had promised.” Cal smiles weakly, dibbles of blood coming out of the corners of his mouth. "I love you, do what needs to be done." And with that, he becomes cool to the touch.

Your sobs echo through the space. Your chest becomes heavy, your eyelids droopy, your face and lips chapped. You hold him tightly, bringing your face down to his, resting your forehead on his.

Bode and Bravo watch, arms crossed and winced. It took all of their willpower to start the dreaded walk over. To make it real, and not a shitty part of the show. Bode tried to separate you two but you kicked and screamed like a toddler. When he was finally able to separate you, you flung yourself into his embrace, wheezing and hiccuping from the lack of oxygen. Bravo picked up who used to be Cal, and followed you two to the ship.

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You place a singular petal on Cal's chest. Bode and Bravo helped you set up proper burials for those who had died, and they left you to be alone with Cal for one last time. You shakingly place his light saber across him, letting one of his hands rest ontop of it. You stare at him, his face abnormally white, the freckles stood out even more. His hair was pushed out of his face, and his nose seemed more crooked than ever before. His eye bags had sunken in, as if he was ready for the best sleep of his life.

Leaning down, you place a long kiss to his forehead. And with that, you took a match and lit underneath the table. You couldn't bear to watch.

"See you soon," You hiccup out, trying to hold it together. Slowly, you turn around and head back towards the ship.

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A/N: Great, now I'm depressed.

#cal kestis #cal kestis jedi survivor #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x y/n #cal kestis x you #jedi survivor #reader insert #star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #y/n

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keylovesstuff · 5 months ago

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Ok so @tiny-prom and @casual-derg 's Player One Luigi AUs has had in a chokehold for a minute and I had to write a little thing for Villainess Peach....cause I love her 👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾 and this little Idea has been on brain for a minute.

The final Hammer bro clutched its right arm and its trembling legs ultimately gave out collapsing on the ground. Struggling to maintain consciousness, it summoned what little strength was left to glance from the red boot to her blue.

"You ..won't get away... with this...Luigi…He'll stop you like always," it stammered out every word.

Princess Peach snorted with glee reverting her wand back to its battle axed state. She gave it a smirk and then her back before making her way to the throne room.

"Tell him I look forward to it." She said confidently.

Opening the doors to the chamber, as expected, she was met with an empty, bigger throne and a much smaller one beside it. Bowser made storming the place way too easy sometimes between leaving these goons he called as a defense and following his daily routine to a T. She might as well make herself comfortable for a bit, seeing as he wouldn't be back from his morning stroll for another hour. This Kingdom's so-called heroes must be out as well, seeing as no one came to the aid of the soldiers earlier. It was a special day, however, so it made some sense why they weren't around, she thought as she readjusted herself on the bigger throne. No more than ten minutes later did she hear the sound of footsteps approach the chamber, and in front of the opened door appeared her pride and joy.

"Dad, were you guys training the army again? I think you all went a little overboard." The prince commented in the direction of several laid out soldiers before letting out a surprise gasp."Mama Peach, " he yelled in excitement, running towards and jumping into her open arms as she stood up.

"Surprise," she said, pulling the koopaling into a tighter embrace. "Didn't I promise I'd come see you on your birthday?" She reminded him, smiling when she felt him nod in her neck.

"Thank you. Oh, Mama, " he pulled away to look at her."Were you the one who did that to everyone in the hallway? You should go easier on them next time, " Junior advised, looking back at the area once more.

"If I hold back, they'll never get stronger now, will they?" She asked, placing him down on the floor, giving him another smile as he sort of agreed. "I tell your dad that all the time, but I guess he's become rather complacent with those guys always around. Yes." Peach stated it as a fact more than a question.

"Luigi and Mario" The prince felt the need to clarify their names as he would always do. "They're the best fighters in the whole wide world," he praised, and she had to stop herself from outwardly grimacing.

"Yeah? Do you think they're even better than Mama?" She asked and giggled when he immediately went silent as he seemed to be thinking about it hard.

"Hmm, I can't decide who would win in a fight between you guys. Maybe a tie?" He concluded, not reaching a clear answer nor wanting to give it any more thought.

"A tie, huh? I'm glad you think so, son. " The Princess struggled a bit to maintain the calm and sweet demeanor in the presence of her child as she said that. It took her a few seconds to push the images of her losses to them into the back of her mind. "Well, you know mommy's can do anything, right? Even beat the best fighters in the world, " she told him, kneeling down to his eye level, and he nodded again.

The outcome would be different this time. Peach just knew that what she had planned would put an end to those guys once and for all. With them out of her way, Bowser would have no choice but to give into her demands. Finally, she would be able to raise her child how she wanted so that he could serve his purpose for the people. Letting her thoughts get ahead of her, she could feel a laugh undignified for a lady creeping up. Glancing at the clock, it appeared she only had about twenty minutes left till his Majesty would return if word hadn't reached him already about what went on not too long ago. If she didn't want her plans thwarted before having a chance to execute it, then it was probably best to get a move on.

"Junior, how about we -" she started and gasped, looking in every direction as if he had just vanished in thin air from where he was seconds ago. Switching from panic mode real quick, she once again reverted the battle axe to her wand mode just in case she ran into some minions daring to challenge her should they regain consciousness along her way.

Just as expected, Junior was in his mess of a room. Toys, crumpled up pieces of paper, bandana's, and art materials were scattered all over the floor while he was in the closet desperately searching for something. All she heard from him were "no's' ' , "not that", "how did this get in here" and saw the items being tossed out one after the other, She was starting to get antsy at Bowser returning and with those guys as well.

"Honey you shouldn't walk away when mama's deep in thought it's a little rude" she lectured "Oh but we simply must get going, I have a bunch of festivities planned for you back at the mushroom kingdom" Peach told him walking up to him at the closet.

"Found it!" He yelled in triumph, showing her a piece of paper with a drawing on it. Ignoring what she had just said, he pulled her arm so she'd lean down to look closer at the picture as he pointed to each figure. "That's Dad watching everyone from his seat, and that's Papa Luigi with huge muscles showing off his cool hammer. Right here, Kammy's fussing at Mario about something, I think he called her a funny name or something. Finally, me and you are over here holding hands and smiling. Do you like it?" He finished.

Peach focused on the image of the two of them for a little minute. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something was a little off about it. Then she caught it.

"Oh, what's that little thing on your head here?" She pointed to the picture of himself.

"That's your crown, can't you tell? You're not wearing it in the picture cause it's on me, " He told her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It reminds me of you since I don't see you all the time. At least on paper, I get to wear it just like you, Mama. Do you like it?" He repeated his question.

It took everything she had to hold back the tears of joy pricking at the corners of her eye. A son should never see his mother break down crying even if it is the happy sort. Winning the fight against her emotions, she took a deep breath before answering him.

"I love it. I'm happy to know you want to be just like mama sometimes. " She finished and started standing up before Juniors voice caught her attention midstand.

"You can have it. So whenever you miss me, you can look at the picture. " he handed it to her.

Peach held onto the paper with great care not to crease any of the already existing creases. Even with the addition of the four extra figures, Junior's art was perfect. So perfect, the thought of desecrating the portrait by cutting out the extra people as soon as she was alone with it exited her mind as soon as it entered. Yes, they could stay in pictured form she figured it'd be a good source to turn to should he find it difficult to produce some tears. Again, this plan is full proof, so he'd need many things to help him for the future.

"You're the sweetest." she placed her hand on top of his red hair and rubbed it softly. "But Mama's supposed to give you presents on your birthday." With a giggle, she stood up and reached for his hand. The boy took it, and she led him out of the room.

They walked a little ways outside the castle to the pipe she entered from. All while she promised him the best birthday cake and gifts he could dream of. The best part, though she reminded him, was that he was spending this special day with his mama.

#Super mario #Key posting #I'm so in love with this AU 😤😤 I can't wait to see more of it 😊😊😊#I hope I did the dynamics justice I kept looking back and forth at the concept art to make sure it felt just right #my favorite thing is Jr just being like oh time to hang out with Mama Peach yay 😄 and everyones like omg he's been kidnapped again 😨#anyways hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it and thank you for sharing your art and ideas with us

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arileartist · 2 years ago

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Fluffy Headcanons for Rin Matsuoka~

Best boy deserves best love❤️❤️

Wakes up VERY early, doesn't wake you up though. He knows you like to sleep a lot, so he'll let you awake up at your own comfort. He will kiss you a lot though, so if you are a light sleeper, get ready for random kiss attacks.

Makes breakfast for the two of you everyday before going for his morning jog. He doesn't cook a lot, but you still appreciate that he does this for you (also, his Australian style breakfast is just🤌🏻✨)

Not a big fan of cuddling. Only when you two are together in bed, he'll hug you as his "pillow". Cannot fall asleep without you otherwise.

Throughout your day, you'll be constantly having messages like, "yo!, Had lunch??/ I'm leaving early today, will come to pick you up. Wanna go somewhere after?/ Let's meet up with the others and go for a swim!"

You'd think he's the manly one, but he's just as scared of critters and other things as you are. One bumblebee and he's going to be moving out. You wonder how he lived in Sydney.

"Y/N NO. THERE'S A GIANT ASS SPIDER UNDER THE COUCH I'M NOT STAYING HERE, IT CAN KEEP THE HOUSE BYE"

PDA 10/10. Will throw an arm around your shoulders, random kisses on your hair, pinching your cheeks is all your daily routine now. He doesn't care if you're in public, he wants to make you feel loved, and he will. Just make sure to return his gestures with equal amounts of affection.

Clean boi. Self care and workouts with him ALWAYS. You go to the gym and do your workouts, advise each other on your figures, you two also take turns making each other feel relaxed and have massages. He knows how to get hair off, so you don't need to worry about spending $$$ for special salon waxing. You can rely on him and do it at home (mostly with him). His hands are gentle, and you barely feel any pain when he tears off the strips and blows on the area, smiling and asking you if it hurt.

He's so gentle with you :(

You'd think he's strict and would be just as tough as when he talks, but it's the opposite. He WILL make sure to handle you in the most careful way. If there's any arguments, he would wait out his frustration, but he'll come to terms with it and start treating you normally again (provided you also gave your efforts ofc). Your fights NEVER last over a day. If you're mad at him, he leaves you alone for some time, but he can't stay without talking to you. He'll come and sit besides you, randomly smother you with kisses, tickle you to get you to laugh, he'll lay on your lap and give you his puppy face (I 100% believe he does this). He'll be upset if he sees you hurt. He cannot bear to see it.

If you are the one who angered him, it wouldn't take long before he's calmed down, although he has a habit of being mean to push people away when he's upset at them, so you'll need to break through his barrier. Just give him lots of love and show that you're truly sorry, he'll be understanding, and will be back to normal.

Loves to watch romantic movies with you. Oftentimes, imagines the scenes with him and you as the main characters, and might get emotional. Cherish your romantic idiot, he'll be the one you're going to be spending the rest of your life with. Make sure every single moment counts...

Get him small gifts every once in a while. Celebrate his swimming victories, and take him out. He loves it when you surprise him, and he'll always appreciate it. "Thanks y/n..I love you sooo much". Encourage him when he's swimming. He loves your attention, especially when he's nervous and needs some assurance. You're in to fill that role~

You two cook together. It's one of those things you love to do with him. He's honestly a solid cook, could probably rival Haru's skills. You play with each other a lot while at it.

"Hey Reeeen~ catch!" *Throws a bottle of sauce*

"y/n there's something on your lips-" *kisses you*

"HEY!!"

"heheheh~"

Before sleeping, you two talk about your day, and share all the good things that happened to you. It acts as a good summary to remind you both how lucky you are.

"Goodnight Rin"

"Nighty night~"

Maybee someone's still a little energetic and wants to play with their boyfriend some more though....

"Hey-" *pokes Rin's arm*

"hm?"

"Wanna do something fun?"

*chuckles* "Alright, let me show you a sight you've never seen~"

You two proceed to spend the rest of the night getting wasted on your console. There's nothing more relaxing than a hard core gaming session.

What? Did you think something else was going to happen? Sheesh~ y/n... Naughty naughty :))

#fluff #free! dive to the future #free! eternal summer #free! headcanons #oneshot #free! rin #free! x reader #rin matsuoka #anime x reader

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sk8termikey · 7 months ago

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Chapter 3 of 21 Questions

(better interface on wattpad)

Matt had just been chilling in his room when he heard his phone. His brothers – triplets actually – and he were spending the evening alone on their own as they had spent the whole day together filming for their YouTube channel. It had only been two years and a half since they started making content but they were already quite popular on social media. As Matt thought it was either Chris or Nick asking him to drive them somewhere – Matt was the only one among them with a driver’s licence, he took his phone, mentally preparing himself to get dressed and leave the comfort of his bed.

With an obvious surprise on his face, Matt unlocked his phone and saw that it was actually an unknown number that had texted him.

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Heyy stranger, wanna play 21 questions? :)

Matt was confused because he wasn’t used to receiving actual texts from random people, except for an occasional wrong number which he would never respond to. As he thought about how he didn’t have anything to do at the moment, why not play.

And so, as Matt replied to the stranger, he learnt that the girl on the other side of a screen was almost the female version of his brother Nick: she loved autumn and had a nose ring – ok it’s not much but this was enough to compare the two. The conversation was nicely flowing between the two teenagers until Matt ended up being called by his youngest brother as Chris was in need of McDonald’s at ten o’clock. Therefore, he had to quickly find a way to leave the girl he was talking to on his phone and took the opportunity of discovering that she was a cat person to funnily exit the discussion, hoping not to appear rude to her – well he was a bit, mystery girl and her best friend had judged him a lot.

~~~

During the next couple of days, Matt actually forgot about the girl who had texted him on a random evening. To be fair, his brothers and he had been busy filming – they had come back from tour last month and settled back into their usual routine. This was the reason why Matt hadn’t responded to the girl. Of course, he wasn’t feeling guilty as they weren’t even friends – yet – but when he saw on the Messages application that he had unread texts from her, Matt remembered that he actually had a good time talking to the mysterious girl; and the fact that his day was sort of over – over in the sense that Chris already ate and thus wouldn't be interrupting Matt again – pushed the middle triplet to get back to know the cat person who he had suddenly abandoned. Now opening their conversation, Matt finally read the last messages from a few days ago.

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I’m not apologising tbh

Bc i love my cat with my whole heart

He’s the best

I hope you were joking bc our convo was fun

Anyways, bye then-

Hi stranger, our convo from yesterday was really nice so I hope you might still wanna play even tho I'm a cat person and you're a dog person but yk what they say: opposites attract :)

Matt had not expected her to re-engage the conversation the day following their first one but he hoped that it was not too late to come back to her.

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Good evening stranger, ig I’m a bit late to the party

Been a few busy days lately but if you’re still down it could be fun to continue our game

(dw ab the cat thing, it was maybe too much from me)

While Matt was waiting for the girl to reply – how long it would take, he had no idea as she could be living on the other side of the world and currently sleeping, he tried to make an effort of thinking about a couple of questions he could ask. Matt wanted to keep things engaging, even though they were just getting to know each other. In any case, it was either Saturday or Sunday for his chatmate so he would probably get an answer before the week-end was over.

Matt actually only had time to brush his teeth and change into his pyjamas after a short shower when he heard his phone. Curiosity took over him as he quickly grabbed his phone and a light smile appeared on his face when he saw the positive reply from the girl.

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Good evening stranger, ig I’m a bit late to the party

Been a few busy days lately but if you’re still down it could be fun to continue our game

(dw ab the cat thing, it was maybe too much from me)

Hiii!

No worries, we each have our life so you had some right to be occupied w smth else

(i think i can forgive you for that, we’ll see later)

Matt felt relieved in the sense that talking so light-heartedly to someone completely unknown was calming in a way. From the little conversation they had had a few days ago, he already knew that this would be a safe place where he wouldn’t be judged – apart from liking dogs more than cats. He decided to immediately write back for he wanted to get to know the girl better.

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Glad we’re ok now

By rereading our last messages, I see that it should be your turn to ask a question so I’ll wait for it

Ok ok lemme think quickly

We’re gonna start back w smth simple i hope

What’s your go-to comfort food?

My stomach needs to take over for this question

I feel like it’s an easy one but I have multiple choices rn

It’s ok, give me a top 3 ig

So I’d say tacos, nuggets and pasta

(in no particular order)

I want YOUR top 3 now

Yepp ofc

Mine would be pizza, sushi and fries maybe

No particular order as well

Yours are absolutely valid

I fuck with pizza and fries but not sushi sorryy

If I were fucking petty I would leave the convo like you did

But I’m not, soo :))

That’s low

I deserve it tho

Self-aware king!

We need to find common ground tho

Like a question we FULLY agree on

So much pressure on me rn

This is a serious question (like every other one honestly) so you can only choose the right answer

Damn pressure on ME now

It’s technically a double question if you answer negatively to the 1st one

Do you play pokemon? Or have you played as a child?

OMG

HAND IN MARRIAGE NOW

WHAT

WHY

(DO I NEED TO SCREAM TOO?)

BRO

I LOVE POKEMON

(AND YEAH WE SCREAMING RN)

REALLY???

YEAH OFC

MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD

Even nowadays i still play sometimes

Wow

I wasn’t expecting that

I mean I was hoping

But it’s really nice to know that you do

Which ones do you like?

My faves are probably X and sapphire alpha

Honestly just the ones on DS bc they slay

I don’t have the nintendo switch so I stopped buying the latest games

But i like to come back to them sometimes

And i also played a couple on game boy color as well

Ok ok good to know

I’m more of a pokemon go guy tbh

Like when I’m driving I have this thing that catches pokemon for me

That is so cool!!

I’ve never really been keen on pokemon go

But the whole universe in general has always looked amazing to me

Yeah I totally agree

See

This is common ground

Yayy you’re right :))

I thought of a next question but you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable

Go ahead dw I’ll tell you if I am :)

What’s your name?

I can even tell you mine first if you prefer

I just don’t wanna keep calling you the random guy I texted

And maybe putting a contact name would be nice😅

Matt unconsciously started typing his name when he paused to think about it: this was a stranger – a nice one though, there was no way she would find out who he was just from the information he had given her. How many Matts out there in the world have brothers, love pokemon and dogs? Quite a lot he hoped. This is fine, what are the odds? – turns out that the odds were actually pretty fucking huge from the beginning but let’s not spoil it and just keep the foreshadowing light.

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My name’s Matt

I don’t mind giving it out, it’s fine

Not like you asked for my fucking address lol

Bro I would never- this would be so messed up

I’m Lily btw

Nice to meet you Matt

Nice to meet you too Lily

As Matt and Lily were both finally able to change the contact name of the other, their faces were illuminated with genuine smiles due to the bond they were creating. And although it was simply the beginning of a blooming friendship, the door to a new chapter of their lives was about to open.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #matt #nick stuniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #nick

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thedo0zyslider · 10 months ago

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Today, The World Is Ours To Own - 5K Words

My @mcyt-valentines gift for @djpurple3!! I had so much fun writing them :]

Summary: Fwhip and Jimmy spend one of many lovely days together, for the first time in a while.

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Fwhip wakes with a yawn one sunny morning, gentle rays of light falling upon the bedroom. They shine down onto him softly, but still getting into his eyes. The wyvern turns in the covers, feeling for the familiar warmth that always lays next to him. He finds it still next to him, and smiles happily.

Jimmy sits up in the bed next to him, stretching his arms in the air. It seems the cod had just woken up as well, if the sluggishness of his movements indicated anything.The cod wakes up early every day, especially compared to his husband's sleeping schedule, and it is a routine the couple has grown used to over the years.

The two have been married for quite a few years now, a decade to be exact. Every morning goes something like this, like laying in bed for possibly far too long before starting the day. But Fwhip’s comfortable, so he never really cares, even if Jimmy does worry sometimes.

They're not married legally, no, there were a lot of laws and social rules and duties and what not preventing that. But eloping in a church one night never hurt anyone now, did it. If people had guessed what was going on already, well the ginger wouldn't be surprised. Just as long as this marriage stays relatively a secret, he won't mind.

Fwhip had first met Jimmy over ten years ago, when they were both younger and freshly in their twenties. The cod was from a nearby fishing village, one that sat on the Kingdom's largest river. It was full of fishfolk like him, many that would leave their homes for work elsewhere in the nearby cities.

Jimmy had done just that, not being too concerned about carrying on his family's fishing business. Plus, his older sister was already more than content in that job. Fwhip, who was born into noble life, had a newly rebuilt estate from his late father, after a fire had burned his childhood home. And killed his father and many of the estates staff in the process. He was looking for employees, and Jimmy was looking for a job. Plus he was pretty skilled at housework already.

He gave Jimmy some freedom, like he did to all his employees. The blonde visited his sister and brother-in-law back at home twice a week, and the rest of the time he stayed at the manor with the rest of the staff. Over time they got closer, Fwhip accompanied Jimmy on some of his visits, and well; the rest was history. Eventually, the cod’s housekeeping turned from taking care of someone else’s house, to their own, and Fwhip wouldn’t trade that for the world.

Lizzie, Jimmy’s sister, had been nothing but supportive of their…..politically controversial engagements. Her husband Joel was the same in that regard, thankfully. Fwhip knew how much it would’ve hurt for Jimmy to lie to them. His sister had been the one to encourage his job searching, actually, once her own wedding had happened and he had nothing tying him down to the village anymore. Joel, who was the cod’s best friend as well as brother in law, had been the one to push him into the job offer and finally proposing. Lizzie still worked at their home village, while Joel made clay creations. It kept them pretty close, which meant the two couples saw a lot of each other.

Fwhip’s own sister, Gem, had met his newest employee scarcely, but had listened to her brother's constant talks of how obsessed he was with the man. She was working on becoming a wizard, in one of the more magical towns up north. They didn’t get to see each other as much as they got to see Jimmy’s side of the family, but her visits were appreciated when they did happen.

The only ones who knew they were married were their families, in fact. And while no one had attended this little wedding besides a strangely named priest to officiate it, people had sent them congratulations. Fwhip’s sister, Gem, had been too busy with her wizarding to come visit them in person; But she had sent personal gifts to the new couple. They had dinner at Lizzie and Joel's the day after, and the other couple had made sure to shower the newlyweds in support and congratulations.

And now here they lay in bed, the wyvern sitting up after a few moments of waking up. He’s decided to reminisce about their story another day. Today he has stuff to do, and a wonderful husband he has yet to shower in nothing but pure affection.

“Good morning handsome~” Fwhip hummed, pressing his face into the crook of his partner's neck. He sneakily placed a kiss to the cod's skin while he was there, earning a chuckle or two for it. “Oh stop it!” Jimmy laughed, feeling arms snake around his waist and squeezing. He leans into the touch, finding one of his partner's hands and holding it in his.

“You know you love it~” The wyvern purred, placing another kiss into his neck. And maybe a few more, while he's there.

Jimmy gave a faux sigh, yet leans into him further despite his complaints. “Somehow.” Fwhip just laughs in response, and peppers his partner with even more kisses.

“Lay back down with me?’ He hummed, already starting to tug his partner back down. The wyvern wasn't quite ready to get up, not yet. At least twenty more minutes of cuddles where required before the day could truly start.

The blonde let a purr slip past his lips, and allowed himself to be tugged downwards and back onto the bed. So much for his morning stretches, it seemed. “How could I say no to that?” He mumbled, and maneuvered so that the two were in a more comfortable position. They were laid on top of each other basically, Fwhip’s head nestled comfortably into Jimmy’s chest. He snuggles into the warmth, much more than he already is, and mumbles something about how he wishes they could spend more nights like this, and that his husband wasn’t forced to sleep in a separate room half the time. The cod just sighs, but the sound has an undertone of fondness to it.

“You know I'm not supposed to be in here, right?” Jimmy mutters softly after a few minutes of quiet, lacing a few lazy fingers through his partner's messed up hair. His horrible (yet adorable) bed-head, as the cod often calls it.

“I know I know.” The ginger sighs, letting his eyes close a little, relaxed by the sensation of his hair being played with. A sensation his partner knew he loved. “I just miss you.”

“Aww darling.” The cod purred, giving his husband a scratch on his scalp; right around the base of his horns. Fwhip leans into the touch with a happy noise. “I miss you too.” His voice is all sweet and genuine, as if it was dripping with sugar itself. The ginger just lifted his head, making sure he stayed nuzzled into his husband’s touch.

“Could we stay together? Just for today?” Fwhip asks, fixing his husband with his best puppy dog eyes. Not that they were needed. The cod bent to whatever his husband wanted pretty easily, as long as it was something within reason. He was truly that smitten, yes, but it’s not like the wyvern was much better himself.

“Mm, yeah.” Jimmy gave a fond huff, and placed a kiss into his hair. There, he’d folded with him barely trying. The softie “Yeah I think I'd love that.” A pleased noise came from the wyvern’s throat and he lifted his head, until the two men were eye level. He hoped the look he gave his husband was as sweetened as he felt on the inside.

“Love you.” Fwhip muttered, leaning forward a little, until their noses bumped together. He hadn’t gotten his morning smooches yet, and couldn’t get up properly until he did. It was a required thing whenever they shared a bed together, you see.

“I love you, too.” The cod responded, closing the gap between them. Each of them smiled into the gentle kiss they shared, a hand going to cup the wyverns cheek. He leaned into it, and gave Jimmy a few more kisses every time they broke away. He missed their slow mornings like this, the ginger had to admit, and was currently drinking up every moment they could have together; like he was a drowning man.

“I think it’s time to get up, dear.” Fwhip mumbled, giving his partners lips one last peck when he finally moved back, for extra measure of course.

“Does it have to be?” Jimmy grumbled, pulling his face away. He wanted to fix his husband with his most pitiful look, it seemed, to try and convince him to stay in bed longer. But that wouldn’t work today! Nope! The wyvern actually had motivation to get up and do something, and he wasn’t keen on wasting it!

Fwhip giggled, already starting to move off his partner’s chest. “Yes! I have things to tinker with!” He said, sitting up properly for the first time in about twenty minutes. But right when he managed to swing his legs over the bedside, strong arms wrapped around his waist and held him firmly in place; even dragging the ginger back down little.

“Let go of me, I need to get dressed!” The wyvern laughed, half-heartedly trying to pry his husband off of him. In response the cod’s grip tightened what felt like tenfold, clearly determined and unwilling for the moment to end just yet.

“But Fwhipppp!” The blonde protested, making a small pout as he wrapped his arms around the wyvern's torso. A pout that was much cuter than it had any right to be. “I wanna cuddle you more!”

“What if I promise you cuddles this evening, huh?” He asked, going to hold Jimmy’s face between his hands. Fwhip squeezed his partner’s cheeks while he was at it, making the pout even cuter somehow. Dammit.

“Hmmmm, finee.” The cod hums after a moment of thinking, leaning into the contact. Kind of like a cat would; they both do a lot of cat-like mannerisms, actually, now that Fwhip thinks about it. “But you better keep your word.”

The wyvern makes a sound of faux offense, and makes a face to accompany it. “When have I ever broken my cuddle promises?”

“When you get too busy with working.” Jimmy pointed out with a huff, and a slight rolling of his eyes. To show he wasn’t truly mad by past instances, he entwined their tails the best he could at the angle they were at, and the ginger’s heart fluttered just a bit at the action.

“Touche. But I'm not that busy today!” Fwhip countered, knowing he would have to admit defeat on that one. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get so absorbed in his work that he forgot about everything else. He did feel bad whenever it happened though, always making it up to his husband the next day. The cod understood though, as a similar thing happened with his works and hobbies as well. It was a mutual flaw they were both shit at working on, basically.

“If you say so.” Jimmy grumbled lightly, finally letting go of him. Fwhip was now able to stand at the bedside, stretching his slightly cramped wings out after a long night's rest. His husband still laid on the bed, and would for a few minutes, content to stay snug under the covers for a few minutes longer. The ginger flashed an amused look in his direction, and walked over towards the closet. A few seconds later, and a shuffling sound indicated that the cod was following his lead, and finally starting their day.

Fwhip was quick to change out of his sleep garments, slipping his dress shirt over his head with practiced ease. His gloves were next to be put on. Wearing them everyday was another one of the necessities in Fwhip’s life, he never went a day without them. Jimmy was now in his more normal clothes as well, ones that reflected his home town’s unique style and culture. Their fashion sense included a lot of jewelry and flashy things, so it wasn’t unusual to see the cod walking around absolutely bedazzled. (Much to his husbands enjoyment! He liked seeing his partner feel all pretty-like!)

“Do you see my coat anywhere?” Fwhip called over his shoulder, unable to find the garment in its usual spot. He looked fine in a white dress shirt, but the coat was always another necessity of his.

“It’s draped over your desk chair, ruby.” Jimmy responded, nodding with his head towards the chair. He was putting on whatever assortment of accessories he decided to wear that day, the cod's wedding ring being the only consistent one. The only jewelry the wyvern ever wore was his wedding ring, and that was on a chain around his neck. He didn't want to ruin it in whatever mechanical work his hobbies involved.

“Thank you darling!” Fwhip purred sweetly, and got a kiss planted on the cheek as a response when the cod passed by.

“What’s first on the agenda for today?” He asked, opening the bedroom door. The wyvern followed after his partner quickly, shrugging his coat over his shoulders as he walked.

“Well, I said we could stay together, so you're gonna be my assistant today!” Fwhip declared, starting to head towards the kitchen. Jimmy, now behind the ginger, followed after him with mild curiosity.

“Are you sure?” He asked, sounding a little uncertain. That was expected, for it wasn’t often the cod strayed from his normal duties around the estate. Nor did he like doing so, much preferring the predictability of his days to the sometimes unpredictability of his husband’s own work life.

“You have to follow my orders, and that's what mine are for today!” Fwhip said decisively, lightly bumping the others legs with his tail as they walked, Jimmy now right next to him.

“Well, if you say so.” Jimmy shrugged, accepting his fate for the day without much more complaint. “What're your first orders then?”

“Help me make breakfast would you?” The wyvern asks, like he’s afraid such a mundane, and arguably adorable, offer would be rejected. Like Jimmy would rather starve than eat with him that morning, for some odd reason; even though they made sure to eat breakfast together everyday.

The cod makes a slightly curious sound, a statement slipping off his tongue. One rather close to what his husband had planned out, actually. “You literally have people being paid to do that.”

“The cooks have the day off for today!” Fwhip exclaims, finally reaching the kitchen. He starts heading towards the fridge, to pull out some of the morning’s ingredients. He was planning on making his husband’s favorite breakfast food that day, actually, and was glad he;d bought all the stuff for it in advance.

“Do they now…” Jimmy mumbled, already having caught on. Either he knew the wyvern very well, or Fwhip was horrible at surprises. It was probably a mixture of both. “You didn’t plan this, did you?”

“No! Of course not!” He exclaimed, already feeling his faux confidence about the lies slipping. And his partner hadn’t even asked too many questions yet, just asked the right one first. “They all just had vacation time!”

“Okay then.” Jimmy hummed easily, like that very bad answer cleared all his suspicions. The cod helped to cook breakfast, just like he was asked to, and was delighted to find out the meal was his favorite. And after their meal is done, Fwhip mentions that they’ll have to clean the plates and glass and what not as well. Because more people’s vacation time had just so conveniently overlapped us all. His husband gives him a knowing look, but doesn;t say anything more on the matter as he stands from their dining table

“What does my little ruby need help with now, huh?” The blonde asks, quickly scooping up the now dirty dishes. They’d already decided he was going to do them, mostly because Fwhip hates having to take his gloves off unless he absolutely has to. Jimmy doesn't get much time in the water either, not as much as he'd like, so he enjoyed washing things more than most people did.

“Some paperwork and what not, if that's not too much trouble for you.” The wyvern calls over his shoulder, grabbing whatever glasses and utensils Jimmy had not been able to stack on top of the other dishes or hold in his own hands. He stands next to him at the sink, and slowly slips them next to other dishes, so they can all be washed together.

“Please.” Jimmy snorts, placing a kiss on his husband's cheek. “I know your business just as well as you do.” He turns the water on, letting it start to fall over the dishes as he reaches over to where the sponges are kept.

“And that's why you're my second in command.” Fwhip smiles, wordlessly handing his partner the soap. He opens the drawer next to him as well, pulling out two towels. One to dry the dishes with, another to place them on as they are set aside and eventually put away.

“Unofficially.” The cod hums, already scrubbing down one of their plates with the sponge. He does a thorough yet quick job of it, like he always does, and soon enough the plate is being handed over to the ginger, so it can be put away in its rightful place.

“Still counts!” Fwhip says, taking the plate from his partner. He opens the cabinet above them, putting the dish in its proper place, then he turns to repeat the motion with whatever else he is handed next.

“It's strange that no one's here to cook, or clean. Other than me.” Jimmy mused suspiciously, handing his partner a now cleaned glass. “I didn't think they'd all take the same day off.”

“Well….” Fwhip squeaked out, putting the glass away a little too quickly and maybe almost dropping it in the process. “That's just how it fell?”

“Did you give all your staff the day off but me?” The cod asked, raising an eyebrow. Okay, yep, he already knew. The jig was up just as soon as it had started. Darn it.

“Maybeee~” The wyvern said, still trying to cover despite his fairly obvious defeat in this conversation. He wasn’t gonna give up that easily. “ Some servants are still here, just ones that won't interrupt us.”

“Like who?” Jimmy sassed, momentarily pausing from his work and placing his hands on his hips.

It took the ginger a moment, really it did, to run through all the people working for him in his head, and remember who would probably be hanging around today. Since he told them all they were free for the day or didn’t have to show up. But he did find one eventually, in the form of one of the gardeners he had. “Catie! She's still working the gardens!”

“What if we wanna have a garden date, hm?” His partner hummed, now washing the last dirty plate that was left in the sink.

Fwhip gave a weak protest, filing the now cleaned utensils away in their rightful places. “She wouldn't say anything!”

Jimmy snorted, drying his hands off as he now finished with his quick chore, and the only chore he would probably do that day. “You're making it harder to keep this whole marriage a secret, you know.”

“I know, but it's worth it if it's you.” Fwhip hummed, walking back over to his partner and wrapping his arms around him in a pueso-hug thingy. They might not be in bed anymore, but some morning cuddles in the kitchen never hurt anybody. It especially never hurt the two of them, that’s for sure.

“You’re too good to me.” The blonde says, the fins on the side of his face twitching in what has to be enjoyment. He always likes getting hugs and similar types of affection after all, which is why his husband grabs him from behind so much in the first place.

The ginger moves his head a little, so he can bump their noses together once again, maybe just a little pleadingly as well. “I think I treat you just right, actually.”

“You stupid sap.” The blonde giggles, and moves in to close the gap between them once more.

“I know~” Fwhip purrs into the kiss, relishing in the sweet taste of it. “C'mon, we have some paper to handle.” He mutters when he pulls away, taking the cod’s hand and starting to lead him down the short hallway to his main office. For all the paperwork stuff, not his other hobby, which is inventing little trinkets here and there.

Jimmy huffs fondly, allowing himself to be pulled around, almost like ragdoll if you think too hard about it. “Alright, whatever you say darling.”

“You know you like doing my job for me.”

“Yeah, maybe I do.” Jimmy says, opening the door to the study for him. Fwhip gives a silent thanks, and slips inside first. He shrugs his jacket off, knowing his coat sleeves will just annoy him when he tries to write with the ink, and sits down at his desk. The next few hours of that morning are spent hunched over a chair, Jimmy at his other side. The cod hums old childhood tunes to himself, organizing and handling any papers Fwhip can’t find the energy to deal with at the moment, or anything addressed to him and the other employees. The wyvern goes through a few requests for job raises himself, and makes a list of whatever parts he needs for his latest invention idea. It’s not the most productive day, but he’ll take it.

“How about we visit the river when I'm done?” Fwhip suggests, looking up from the papers for just a second. The one he'd just read over wasn’t keeping his attention at the moment. Probably from the amount of words he'd just processed. He glances over at the cod, and slips the paper into his stack.

“Really!?” Jimmy nearly yells, whipping his head up from the documents had been sorting. His tail gave an excited flick across the floor, and the wyvern let out an amused huff at the sight.

“Of course!” He hummed, looking through the papers that remained for the day. It was just a few letters, mainly from fellow noblemen. Sadly one from his sister wasn't buried in the stack this time. But there was some promising correspondence from one of his elven friends, so that was always a plus.

Excitement bubbled out of Jimmy like a fountain, now coming through in his movements and patterns of speech. “When are you gonna be done?” He asked, a smile now stretching across his face.

“In a few seconds, actually.” Fwhip informs him, making the remaining papers onto his desk into a neat little pile. He can read all those letters and what not at a later date. For now he is mainly excited to get out of this house and have a cute date with his husband. They never got to do that much, not anymore.

“You're the best husband ever , have I ever told you that?” Jimmy says, immediately abandoning whatever job he’d been doing previously. Like immediately .

“Mhm, no, I don't think you have.” Fwhup hums, reaching over to turn off the lamp in his study and make sure his desk is all neat and in order before he leaves. He would hate to come back to it all messy and unorganized after all.

“Well you are!” The cod says, quickly pecking him on the forehead before nearly sprinting out the study’s door and halfway down the damn hallway. ”Let's go!”

“Lemme get my coat back on, jeez!” Fwhip laughs, shrugging on his coat for the second time that day. Before he knows it, they have successfully snuck through the backroads of the town, and are following the river down to Jimmy’s home, a humble little fishing village. Fwhip liked visiting it a lot, since it was so quaint and cozy and out of the way. A sentiment his husband shared and a feature of it he often felt nostalgic for, especially compared to how busy and un-quaint their current town is, and will always be.

“Let's see Lizzie while we're here!” Jimmy suggests, slipping off his shoes and rolling up his pants legs, so he can wade through the shallow end of the river. A purr slips past the cod’s throat as he finally touches some real water again, and his husband knows he won’t be getting him out of that river, not until they reach their relatives house.

“Alright,” Fwhip agrees, his tail flicking happily as he watches his husband almost play around in the water, like a child might. “I guess I do miss her.”

“What about Joel?” Jimmy asks, glancing up at him with a cheeky little grin stretched across his face.

“Ehhh-”

The cod interrupts his stupid little act with a laugh, and the wyvern has to hold back one of his own. “You know you love him!”

“Whatever!” Fwhip retorts, picking up the pace a bit. “Let’s just get to their house! I can already see it from here!” He and Joel didn’t actually dislike each other, thankfully, it was just a stupid gag they shared. They actually got along quite well when it came down to it, both men being the creative type with their own passion projects. Their partners seem to think the bit is as funny as they do, which just makes the false rivalry live on longer.

Jimmy makes a sound in response, one of the ones unique to his species, and picks up the pace as well. The best he can when walking in the river, anyways. After that, it is not long before they are at the house, and Fwhip is knocking on the door. He waits a second before doing it though, letting him slip his shoes and stuff back on before they have to walk inside.

A minute later, some quick footsteps could be heard approaching the door from the inside. Lizzie opened it, and her whole face lit up upon seeing his brother and brother-in-law. “Jimmy! Fwhip!” She exclaimed, going to give each of them a hug in turn. “It's so good to see you!”

“Hi Liz!” Jimmy said, returning his sister's embrace. She then moved to give Fwhip his hug, and the wyvern muttered his own happy words of greeting as she did so. His sister-in-law had always given pretty good hugs, bone-crushing albeit, but good.

Not even a minute later, Joel has appeared in the doorway behind his wife. The brunette isn’t really the hugging type, not like Lizzie is, but he greets them in his own special way. Like he tends to do everything. “Jim! It was about time you dropped by.” He says, giving his best friend a light punch on the arm. The cod returns it, right as Joel spares a glance at his partner. “And you brought the blummin’ husband, too.”

“Yes, Joel, I brought my blummin’ husband again.” Jimmy says, returning the punch in the arm he was given. Though it looks like his punch was a little harder on purpose, by the way Joel winced and threw a playful glare at the blonde.

“I'm right here, ya know.” Fwhip said, crossing his arms over his chest. Really, the audacity of this guy.

Lizzie cut off her husband, already being able to sense the nonsense this conversation could devolve into. “Alright boys, get inside!” She says, shoving the three of them in her house the best she can. It’s a smart call, cutting off the bit before it becomes a thirty minute thing. Like it had done a few times before. They were here to spend some genuine time together, not playfight like teenagers after all. Even the play fighting was more than a little fun.

Fwhip and Jimmy stay for lunch, and a few hours after that. The two siblings take the time to catch up, spending most of their time cooped up together in the living room, sometimes wandering outside when they need to go look at whatever fishing stuff Lizzie starts to ramble about. On the other hand, Fwhip and Joel stay cooped up in the latter's work room, talking about their hobbies. Joel shows him all his paintings and sculptures of clay, while Fwhip info dumps about whatever mechanical stuff he had been up to since they last spoke. They exchange ideas as well, with only a few teasing remarks passed here and there.

Eventually though, the visiting couple takes their leave. They would both love to stay more, but Fwhip is well aware of something he would like to do before it gets dark. To make the day complete, in a sense. It was something he’d been planning for a while after all, and was sure Lizzie and Joel would understand. Which is the only reason he felt no guilt over the sudden departure.

“How about some time to ourselves, huh?” The wyvern mutters, closing the front door. He flicks in his tail a certain direction, hoping his partner gets the hint. And that he hasn’t forgotten what’s down that way.

“In our old meetup spot?” Jimmy asks, his eyes lighting up again. Fwhip feels absolutely giddy at the fact that he;s been able to cause that so often today.

“Yep.” He responds, quickly placing a sweet kiss to the side of his face, unable to help himself. A face that was that happy and nice-looking always deserved to be kissed a lot. “Just like we used too.”

“I think I’d love that~” Jimmy smiles, and gives him a kiss in return, on the lips this time. Fwhip smiles in it, and cannot wait to get to their old meetup spot from back in the day. Way back when, when the two had just been boyfriend and boyfriend.

And so they went, on their mostly hidden little path by the river, back to one of the couple’s favorite spots, probably in the whole stupid world as well.

“Still like you remember it?” Fwhip asked, looking over the small area. It was a nice one, too, plenty of flowers dotting along the grass. A small section of the river was visible, and the little grove was decently covered by a thick amount of trees and bushes. As if nature had given them, and any other couple that stumbled across this, the most perfect rendezvous spot in town.

Jimmy smiled, his tail flicking happily against the floor for what had to be the hundredth time that day, God, the ginger loved it when he did that. It was so damn cute . “Yeah, it's still perfect.”

“Remember when we used to make out here all the time~” The wyvern purred teasingly, moving their faces closer. He knew he certainly remembered, he didn't think he'd ever forget either. How sparse meetups and impulsive makeouts had turned into something much, much deeper.

“How could I forget?” Jimmy giggled, feeling a kiss be placed teasingly along his jawline. Yet despite that, he started to move them back where they had come from. It seemed a look at the old place had been enough for the cod, as opposed to the time the wyvern assumed they might be spending there that day. “We're not doing that though, you still have unread letters on your desk.”

The ginger snorted, placing a swift kiss directly on his partner's lips this time. There, he’d won. “What are you, my assistant?”

Jimmy gave a fond roll of his eyes, speaking again when they pulled away after a decently long few minutes. “Yes, actually, I am.”

“I should demote you back down to housekeeper.” Fwip grumbled, yet he reached over to hold his husband's hand. The ginger intertwined their fingers, contradicting his grumblings with every damn movement he was making.

“Then you wouldn't get half your stuff done, between your flightiness and all your tinkering.” Jimmy pointed out, squeezing his hand lightly. Fwhip squeezed back without even thinking about the action.

“Why'd you have to be so smart?” He asked with a pretty over dramatic sigh, leaning his head on the cod’s shoulder. It was quite a comfortable place to rest, he had to admit, even when it was jostled from walking every few seconds.

“Would you love me if I wasn't?” Jimmy asks, taking advantage of their positions. He managed to sneak a kiss into his partner's hair, and then what felt like a few dozen more every second after that.

“Duh!” Fwhip exclaimed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But it probably was to him, after all. “You're too wonderful not to love!”

“And you're my annoying little ruby.” Jimmy hummed, one last kiss being placed onto his head. It would be the last one of the night, but only until they returned home of course. The afternoon was only just ending, and they had a whole evening, night, and the next day after that to shower each other with their secret affections. Even if all the days couldn't be spent like this one had, it was still worth it in the end.

Fwhip hummed as they made their way back to the state, hand in hand, and knew he wouldn’t have it any other way at all.

#ron.fic #fwhimmy #jimmy solidarity #fwhip #mcyt valentines #empiresshipping #empires shipping

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missbabyjay · 2 years ago

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New Beginnings - Bill Hader x f Reader

Part 1

Warnings: language! just some fluff, I'd also like to point out that Bill was never married in this dimension lmao. I'm hoping to make this a very detailed multi part fan fic. There isn't too much in this first part... i just wanted to lay out some background details for the remainder of the story! I am feeling really nervous to post this but hey! why not!

Word Count: 2.1 k

You are new to the SNL writing team and you quickly learn that it is impossible to not fall for Bill Hader at a rapid speed.

Part 2

MASTERLIST

. . .

The rain gently trickled against your window as you laid in bed, desperately trying to draw out your time soaking in the comfort of your pillows before you began your first lengthy day at SNL.

Wow. I'm really doing this.

You were nervous, and you had to admit to yourself the affect your feelings had on the motivation you so badly lacked for the day. You let out a groan, and half-heartedly threw yourself out of bed and proceeded to make your way to your washroom.

You should be excited for this.

The thoughts were rushing through your head at a pace you felt were uncontrollable, yet you continued with your morning routine. As the cold water washed over your face you felt a sense of transparency, and for the first time in the past week you felt as though this first day might not be as bad as you anticipated.

. . .

Growing up in a small town made the move to New York much more difficult. You always had an interest in writing and hoped one day you would be able to make a career out of it. Sure, you did stand up, but it wouldn't be able to pay your bills forever. You hopped between serving and bartending as it was a good way for you to make money through tips. Your family undermined your skills and that was just more of a reason for you to push yourself out of your comfort zone, and prove them wrong.

Thankfully you had spent a large chunk of time working in stand up comedy. You had travelled to many places throughout the country and wrote for not only yourself, but a handful of other amateur comedians. You lucked out while working a gig at a comedy club in New York City with a couple of your stand up buddies; John Mulaney just so happened to be at the show with the intentions of possibly scouting out a new writer for this season of SNL, as they were expecting one of the current writers to be leaving only a few months into the season.

As you finished your gig, you felt happiness wash over you. You knew that was your best gig yet. The audience had an energy unlike any other audience you had performed for.

You quickly headed to the bar afterwards, wanting to have a celebratory drink. As you stood waiting at the bar you heard your name being called from behind you, "Y/N Y/L/N?". You turned around, confused, because people didn't typically approach you after your gigs. You were still an amateur after all, and who would want to take photos with someone like yourself? But too much surprise you were face to face with one of your biggest inspirations; John Fucking Mulaney.

You felt your stomach turn while you were frozen with shock, "Y/N, right?" he spoke again with a cheeky smile, clearly recognizing your feelings of anxiousness. "Sorry, yes! That's my name! Don't wear it out!" you mentally face-palmed yourself after the words left your mouth with instant regret. But John just laughed, he was the last to judge someone with a quirky sense of humour as he was just the same.

After chatting for some time, John invited you to audition for a writing position at SNL. He enjoyed your sense of humour and thought you would be a great fit in the team, especially as he saw potential for the two of you to write together.

You could say your audition went well, as not only a week later you were contacted with the wonderful news that you were accepted on to the team. You felt so proud of yourself, knowing this is an accomplishment that many people don't get the pleasure of experiencing.

. . .

And that is how you ended up where you were on this dreary New York Monday morning.

Your apartment was small, but enough for you. As you finished getting yourself ready you quickly made a coffee, although the caffeine would most likely make you even more nervous than you already were to begin with.

I've got this. John Mulaney liked me. I wouldn't have passed the audition if they didn't like me. Snap out of this.

You were within walking distance to 30 Rock, so you began your walk embracing the cool colourless weather along the way. It's almost like nature was curing your anxious nerves. As you breathed in the cool air you felt your heart rate slow, and your mind wander to exciting thoughts, rather than nervous thoughts.

Will the members like me? I can't wait to meet some of my favourite comedians... Maybe my sketch will make it this week...

You approached 30 Rock and made your way up to the studio, not sure where to go or who to talk to. As the elevator doors opened you were met with chaos. The floor was filled with people. You assumed majority of these people were the ones working behind the scenes as you were only met with a few familiar faces. Suddenly, your eyes locked with a tall blue eyed man. Your heart rate quickly raised and goosebumps covered your body

Bill Hader. Holy Shit. He's beautiful.

He quickly rushed over to your surprise, and extended his arm to shake your hand, "My names Bill, I'm going to assume you are Y/N? John was telling me you'd be joining the team!". You quickly shook his hand, not wanting him to feel the sweat that had accumulated on your palms since you locked eyes with him. But my God, your knees nearly buckled the second you made contact almost as though you were melting to the ground.

Of course I know who he is. He's Bill Hader. Who doesn't know who he is? Holy shit we just touched.

He flashed you a nervous smile, "Here, follow me. I just saw John a few minutes ago. We'll hunt him down together" he said, followed by a cute little wink.

Just as you thought you had your nerves under control, the world around you felt as though it was spinning. You followed behind Bill through the chaos while he would glance behind him periodically to make sure you were still tagging along.

You arrived at a door that was briefly opened. Bill gently knocked and proceeded to open the door where you were met with John propped up at a desk twiddling a pen between his fingers with a concentrated look washed upon his face; "Y/N! Welcome to your first day!", he said with a big smile while wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you.

. . .

You spent your first day working alongside John, shadowing his work and learning the typical Monday schedule; everyone would settle down at a table, including the host, and sketch ideas would be thrown around. You felt quite nervous to speak up, but you and John had done some chatting beforehand and he assured you that everyone was eager to hear your ideas.

You threw some ideas out, but nothing really stuck, and that took a toll on your spirit for the week. Lorne wrapped up the jam session, and you met Bill's eyes as you looked up from your papers, you flashed him a small smile. It was almost as if he could notice the stress that had consumed you throughout the meeting. As you were grabbing your things and getting ready to meet with John in his office, you felt a hand gently placed on your shoulder; it was Bill.

"Y/N, is everything okay?", he said with great concern. What a sweet soul he has. You sighed, "Yeah, yeah, I just wish I would have been able to get a sketch into the lineup but it's okay, I guess." you said with a soft smile, "You wanna come to John's office with me?".

The two of you began walking towards John's office when Bill wrapped his arm around your shoulders and leaned in, "Seriously, don't let today get you down. You can help John and I write the Stefon sketch for this week. It'll be great". You felt like you were on a cloud. The feeling of his warm breath against your neck; the closeness shared between the two of you in that moment was never something you thought would occur.

Holy Shit. He just put his arm around me. What the fuck is going on right now... Is this really happening?

The two of you entered Johns room and from that moment on you felt a sense of relief. Being around John and Bill just felt right. You felt like a missing puzzle piece that was finally discovered; you felt like you finally found your place in the world.

The three of you chatted for awhile, getting to know each other on a deeper level. John had been working on SNL for three years at this point, and Bill had been there for six years; no wonder these two seemed so content with the regular schedule of SNL, the process was as easy as riding a bike to them. Whereas you felt the process was like a big cloud hanging over you, you were eager for Sunday to arrive already.

You told you life story to the two of them, leaving both of them to be surprised by the experiences you've had in the industry at the ripe age of 25. You felt so young and naive compared to them though. But their lack of judgement on you made you feel even more comfortable to open up to them.

. . .

The three of you finished your conversation and you said your goodbyes. As you walked down the hallway towards the elevators you felt relieved. Today went okay, maybe not exactly how you planned it would go, but it was okay. Not only did it end on a good note but you couldn't believe the instant connection you made with Bill. You tried to not be consumed in your thoughts; keeping a sense of clarity. You couldn't deny the way Bill made you feel, but it was only your first day and you needed to slow your eager thoughts down.

As you stood waiting for the elevator you heard quick paced steps behind you. You turned around and saw Bill nearly out of breath with his hands placed on his knees. "Woah there buddy, you okay?" you said followed by a few giggles, "I didn't want to miss you before you left, I was wondering if you'd maybe wanna grab a coffee and chat a bit more?" he said with almost a flustered look plastered on his face. "Yeah, sure." you managed to get out while feeling your heart rate rise.

He wants to spend one on one time with me?

Bill lead the way, flagging down a cab where he gave the address of a beloved coffee shop he would swing by before a long day at the studio. Little did you know Bill was excited to take you to one of his special places. He felt the same as you, eager to build your friendship and possibly one day be more than just friends.

The two of you conversed for a few hours. At first you felt tense, was this a date? No, no don't get ahead of yourself Y/N. Bill wanted to know everything about your upbringing. He seemed so interested in you and that made you fall for him even more.

"Do you live near by? I would love to walk you home if you don't mind", he said with a sweet, nervous smile. You felt so enamoured by the moment, "Absolutely, I would love that."

The two of you walked shoulder to shoulder through the busy streets of New York. Moments of silence would occur, but at no point did it feel awkward. It was comfortable silence. You kept catching Bill glancing down at you and you'd meet his face with a soft smile. The evening had been everything and more. And as the two of you approached your apartment complex you felt a sense of sadness. You didn't want the evening to end. You had grown so fond of him over the last few hours, your mind wondered where your relationship could possibly end up. He made you excited to be back in the office tomorrow.

"Well! Here's my stop!" you said followed with a giggle. You turned to face him and your eyes met. The both of you enjoyed it for a few moments before you smiled at Bill, "I'll see you tomorrow morning, bright and early Hader" followed by a cheeky wink. "You betcha, Y/N".

You walked into your complex, shortly arriving at your front door. You entered your living room, placed your book bag down, and plopped yourself on the couch. It was time for you to get some rest before the frantic week that laid before you.

A new beginning, I cannot wait.

#bill hader x reader #bill hader smut #bill hader imagine #bill hader #bill hader fanfic #bill snl #snl imagine #snl fan ficiton #snl fanfic #bill hader one shot

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sovasbussy · 1 year ago

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red means i love you

Chapter 3

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Months have passed since your break up. You were happier. You had your friends back after losing them due to the toxic nature of your boyfriend and now, you could comfortably hang out with Sova without worrying. There was nothing holding you back now. You were free.

On the other hand, Sova was plotting. That boyfriend of yours was better off gone, eradicated from the world, for everything he had done to you. With his expertise, Sova knew exactly where he lived, his daily routine, basically everything about that piece of shit. And Sova was prepared to "hunt", to put it lightly.

The man had a little kit with him, a briefcase that contained pliers, rope and some other goodies to surprise your ex with. Sova was ready to give that man a piece of his mind. For all those times he had hurt you, physically and mentally, Sova knew just what buttons to push so that he would never dare to even look in your direction again. --

“And this is for kicking her out in the rain.” Sova grunted as he pulled Evan’s last fingernail out. The man’s muffled scream brought joy to Sova, feeding that primal hunger to hurt. The blonde bent forward to face Evan with his bloodied hand grabbing hold of his face, “You’ve done so much to hurt her, you know that?” Evan shook his head, trying to push himself away from Sova but it only resulted in the brunette getting a hard punch across the face, throwing him along with the chair he was bound to. Sova let out a gruff laugh as he approached Evan who was trying his best to get away from him. “You’re not running away, you piece of shit. You’re lucky that I’m not going to do anything more than this. I wouldn’t want my little fox to look at me like I’m a monster.” He huffed as he pulled the chair back to its normal position. He pulled another chair towards Evan, sitting on it before staring right into his eyes. “Look at her ever again and worse will come your way.” Sova threatened, his voice low. His eyes were dark, staring right into Evan’s soul with such anger that made the man quiver in his seat. He could only nod frantically, squeezing his eyes shut to escape Sova’s threatening gaze while praying to any god that would listen to his pleas of freedom.

Sova smirked and got up from his chair, packing his belongings before loosening Evan’s restraints, not enough to completely free him but just enough for him to struggle for his freedom. And as quickly as he came in, Sova left in a blink of an eye. He couldn’t be out for so long without seeing you. --

Sova sighed as he placed his briefcase down, content with how his little hangout went with Evan. He glanced at his computer and a smile crept to his face when he saw you on your bed, moving to his desk to watch you more intently. He slipped his earbuds in once he saw you calling someone, wanting to listen in on your conversation.

"No! There is no way I'm dating Sasha." You exclaimed, holding your phone close to your ear as you spoke to your friend.

"I mean... He is really hot and have you seen the eyes he makes at you whenever you're not looking? Other people would kill to be in your spot!" Your friend tried. You grumbled and covered your face with your freehand while flopping back onto your bed.

"I know but... what if he's just like that? I've never seen him with his other friends, so how would I know?" You sighed, not wanting to give yourself any hope. As much as your crush was growing on the blonde, you didn't want to let yourself down if he were to reject you.

Sova could only chuckle at how adorable you looked and sounded while arguing with your friend about your infatuation with him. "Oh, little fox..." He murmured as he listened on to your conversation.

"You could just confess to him. It wouldn't hurt at all to try, y/n!" Your friend continued. You shook your head, "No, unless there's a confirmation that he likes me too, I'm not going to do anything." You were firm with your decision. There was always a chance that Sova didn't like you in that way and you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

Sova raised his eyebrow a little. “Confirmation, hmm?” He muttered under his breath, thinking what he could do to show that to you. Was torturing that guy not enough? Of course, with his warped sense of love, he wasn’t too sure what you meant by that but he had his ways of figuring it out. Just to show his little bunny how much he wanted you.

#sova x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant sova #valorant x reader #reader insert #sova #x reader #fem reader #uni sucks bro i wanna stay home n write

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Icarus and Apollo

This post isn't exactly about Icarus and Apollo, but more about Apollo and myself and a particular story that I have to share from a point in my practice when things got hard. No hard trigger warnings - just vague illusions to SA and S/H. Nothing explicit

During COVID, I was locked indoors, as we all were. So, I turned to my online friends. My partner. And a new friend I had made who ended up being a stalker, an abuser, and a user.

My parents were also going through a rough patch, and one of my siblings was growing more and more problematic in the household and I was confronting trauma that I was put through at the hands of another family member. So, you could say things were intense.

But even with that, I still had to attend classes, care for the family dog, make time to do chores, and do homework, all while dealing with personal turmoil that ate at me the more I didn't address it. And when I did end up addressing a string of events that I faced at the hands of my brother, my family didn't believe me.

All I heard for a while was "why didn't you tell us when it happened," and "he's your brother, so you can't say anything. To anyone" and "what happens in this house stays in this house." A lack of support from my family, and a lack of support from my school. I told my guidance counselor that my parents didn't do anything upon being told about what happened. He didn't do anything despite being a mandated reporter.

I was at my wits end. Everything was pulling me in all sorts of different directions and I was getting closer to the point where I couldn't take it. I almost started harming myself, but didn't, I knew it was impractical in the sense that there was no way my household wouldn't find out about the behaviors.

So I turned to Apollo. I asked Apollo for help. I asked him to help me find comfort, find some way to get through this rut I was stuck in.

And he called me Icarus in a dream. I had flown far too close to the sun, there was so much on my plate and I had to downsize or else I was going to catch fire and burn as I fell, just like Icarus did.

So my partner and I cut off that abusive friend. I fought for my own room in the house so I could feel safer. I sort of fell off when it came to doing school work, I won't lie about that. But I could hardly get the work done, so I wasn't going to push myself. I worked slowly. I relaxed. I took my time. I quit burning the candle at both ends.

And I put more faith in Apollo during this time, too. He let me lean on him. Through one of my darkest and hardest times, he was there. My mom surprised me with a yellow candle from the dollar store and I knew immediately that it was his. It was from him, so I lit it for him. He became my lifeline for a while. And I love him for it.

Somewhere down the line, we became closer, and I decided to godspouse with him. Apollo means everything to me. He's the absolute light of my life. And I know that, on days when the sun beats down on my skin harder than others, it's a sign to slow down. Take a minute. Relax. Even if I'm overthinking it and it isn't a sign, there is nothing wrong with being in the moment and taking some time to breathe.

Even still, as I write this, I'm getting emotional simply thinking about him. Thinking about how much he cares about me, how fond he is of me, and I think, why, of all people, did he choose me to be fond of? And I know that, at some point in the near future, he'll send me a reminder of why, as is our little routine. Lord Apollo is delightful. And I will always, always speak highly of my sunshine. He has never done me wrong, not once.

Remember, even in your lowest moments, your deities are there for you. And they see you. And they care about you and they want to help you, you just need to let them in. Blessed be, and may the sun be your guide. A domani.

#witchblr #paganism #hellenic pagan #your witchy brother #paganblr #eclectic witch #deity work #apollo devotee #apollo deity

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loganwritesprobably · 6 months ago

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Hi, sorry in advance for things mostly about Teen Wolf (And specific characters/actors from it, I'm currently obsessing over Peter Hale and Chris Argent.).

What do you think of Peter (Or similar characters from whichever fandom you want), that subverts most expectations?

I, personally, feel Peter listens to 80's pop like Cyndi Lauper and Madonna and secretly has an Etsy store where he sells artwork and little charms he makes himself.

You've hit a gold mine - Peter is my favourite character 🩵

Peter had an emo phase as a teenager, you can't tell me he didn't. That now translates into a taste for dad rock, which he passed on to Cora

He loves interior design. Has a true passion for it, his taste always surpasses expectations. Sure, he dresses well, but the design of a home is a whole other ball game and he excells at it

He speaks several languages. English and Spanish are the typical Hale languages and he speaks both fluently, however he's also fluent in French, and can speak bits and pieces of Latin

Peter was a complete mamas boy. Maybe this one isn't unexpected but I just know it in my soul. His dad was fine, but his mother was everything.

Peter has autism. Again I'm not sure this is unexpected, but it's the little things. He strikes me as someone who likes having things just right and is a lover of routine. He's sensory seeking in most ways, but averse to touch and rather than struggling with social cues he took to studying them closely as a teen which is what makes him such an effective manipulator but he struggles with genuine connection

In another life, Peter would've been a teacher. Maybe not a very good one, in the sense that he wouldn't be the kindest, but he'd be a favourite of "mean gays" at the school and he'd be the voice of realism when needed. He'd push students only when he knew they were capable. I think he'd have taught high school, but maybe university level

Peter, if given the chance, would've pursued several degrees. He's not lazy, the Hales had money, and he's intelligent. What better to do with his time? And it gets him out of the house! Some of my favourite choices for him are Law, Philosophy, English, Business and History - he's definitely more of a humanities/essay writing guy than a science or maths guy

Peter was the most sensitive of his siblings when he was young. He was tender hearted, struggled with learning to control his shift, cried easy and often and needed tender handling. Partly because of his autism and predisposition to being overwhelmed and partly because.. that was just him. He didn't necessarily grow out of it, more so grew around it and learned to hide it, channelling a lot of those big feelings into helping to control his shift instead

Peter has anxiety. We see in the show that he's a run first ask later sort of guy, especially in the earlier seasons, I wouldn't be surprised if he was prone to anxiety as a teenager and it was revitalised post-fire. That is the attitude of a man who has had more than enough panic attacks in his life

Peter is the little spoon - especially post-fire. There's something very comforting about being held like that, being surrounded by something you know is safe

I'll save anything particularly dark or NSFW for a different post, if that's something people are interested in

#teen wolf #peter hale #loganwritesheadcanons #logananswers #peter hale headcanons

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stingslikeabee · 6 months ago

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The nurse couldn't help a soft smile blooming on her face (even if Daryl never saw it) when he promised he wouldn't hurt her. Truth to be told - as impressive as he was while hunting and guiding her off the well-trodden path for a nicer view or a hidden clearing - Melissa never thought he could harness that innate power to harm her. Perhaps other people would have called her mad to have accepted the invitation to go away from civilized society where phone reception was intermittent at best and with a guy she hadn't known for so long... But the woman thought otherwise.

Melissa was safer in the middle of nowhere with Daryl Dixon than she would be in downtown Atlanta.

There was just something about him that made the nurse feel content and warm; as strange as it was, Daryl felt a lot like home. His presence was a quiet comfort and that sort of tranquility was difficult to come by. But, for the moment, Melissa was unafraid to cause silence to break with his grunts and protests whenever a given spot on his back needed working on. The knots were (un)surprisingly plentiful - something to be expected when one had a great deal of physical exertion in their routine.

Melissa's angle also allowed her to use more than just fingers - sometimes the heel of a hand or even the tip of a folded arm worked wonders, channeling more strength than someone of her size would ordinarily be able to. Although the fabric of Daryl's clothes stood in the way, she was nonetheless able to cause considerable discomfort when working on the knots over his back, murmuring soft 'ahs' and 'ohs' whenever these were spotted.

"Yeah... I interned at this wellness clinic when I was younger and one of the masseuses that taught me was this tiny Japanese lady. She was half the size of some of the clients and I saw a lot of them leave with tears in their eyes... And they always came back," the nurse remarked with a cheerful tone, pausing to tuck lose strands of hair behind her ear. Although it didn't look like much, Melissa was working diligently on Daryl - enough to make sweat form on the forehead. Pushing her elbow down onto a place where the man's body had evidently resisted her near the lower end of his spine, the brunette went quiet for a bit until she felt the area responding better to the ministrations applied thereon.

"Chieko-san was a legend," Melissa murmured, softly sliding backwards and going to sit over Daryl's thighs, giving herself some more room to finish the lower back which really posed some challenges - it was expected, though. Given their climb and frequent bending, the nurse wasn't too surprised about the places where tension had gathered under his flesh. "And I can say you've won the Dixon challenge - either you're not ticklish or I haven't found that sweet spot yet. What would you like as a prize?" the nurse asked, looking up even if they didn't have the ability to talk face to face given the ongoing massage.

"If it's within my means, it's yours. And as a token of appreciation for letting me tag along, too."

For all that he'd felt some mild trepidation at being touched, the actual act of it isn't as bad as he thought it would be. Even Melissa's warning, though he knows she's teasing him, does little to make him feel nervous; all he does is snort and say I asked for it. To him, there's no use spouting any complaints when you're the one at fault for your own situation (and though he'll never admit it, there're more reasons for his agreeing to the whole thing to begin with than wanting to one-up his brother for the most immature reason on the planet).

The weight of Melissa on his back is neither unwelcome nor unpleasant. It is new, though, and he finds that that's what trips him up the most. He's never had someone this close, not even when he was younger and such things were commonplace among the other boys in his age group. He'd never found any point in it, really, and none of the girls in school thought him particularly interesting. To Daryl, when your hobbies involve literal hunting, chasing skirts is a small thing. Chasing friendship, too, was beyond his immediate scope of desires, more so when you were made to believe you didn't deserve it.

There's meaning, then, in the fact that he doesn't throw Melissa off as soon as she's settled atop him. And he's sincere when he utters a short, "I'd never hurt you."

The first dig of pressure surprises him, that said. He tenses in response, not used to the sensation without there being some sort of immediate threat. He feels Melissa's touch explore-- the warmth of her hands, the way they feel soft even through his clothes. The only hands Daryl has immediate memories of are his father's and brother's; Melissa's touch is unlike any he's felt before.

"Whoa...!" There's a knot in his back he doesn't expect, and though he grits his teeth as she works on it, the relief once it's free has him sinking into his sleeping bag. Already a quiet person to begin with, maybe it's no surprise that Daryl says nothing through the course of her work; at most all he does is twitch here and there, or grit his teeth, but he doesn't swear or yell or really do anything incriminating.

"What the fuck..." The groan, albeit tinged with relief, is breathed quietly into his folded arms. "So this is why people pay for this shit every month."

#backwaterscum #v: mending these broken wings #t: the beauty of the simple things #I am now offering this #as a treat for your breakfast like a hot mug of coffee haha #(I was writing this in my head while I was shopping for food tho)

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harcove · 3 years ago

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you uh. wouldn't mind an angst request would you haha because I have had this one scenario stuck in my head where leon (probably resi 6 leon) has been drinking a lot more and has been neglecting his s/o and they finally call him out on his shit

anyway ooga booga they fight and decide it's best they give leon his space and take a break and maybe he finds them at a bar he goes to to get wasted to already find them drunk off their ass

Angst is absolutely one of my most favourite things to write and to read like damn I do be out here making myself CRY. So I definitely don't mind angst like hell yeah!

I was gonna end this was a happier note- but uh, I really love angst so I left it semi-open ended but also pretty sad I think. Also not really dialogue-heavy, more like... I write too much detail-heavy :,) Also this isn't edited, I spent days on this cause I was overthinking it and felt it was just not good so oof I'm sorry!

Length: 2k

Request: in the ask

Warnings: angst, drinking, lowkey it's alcoholism on Leon's part, being drunk

Leon x Reader - "I know."

How long had it been since you had held your boyfriend's hand? Since the two of you had really sat together and done something together, fully, completely, involved, and focused on one another. You didn't even remember, which was agonizing to think about.

You had been through so much with Leon. And you knew where his deepest thought lay, but you could never truly know. And it didn't help that over the years the two of you had together, he had started to become more distant. And instead of finding his comfort in your arms, he found it in some glass bottle.

At first, you didn't really protest much, you didn't say much about it. A drink every once in a while couldn't hurt. Yet, it wasn't every once in a while. It was more often than you'd have liked. And he was using it to forget. To focus on anything else but his life and his memories. Your soft words trying to talk to him didn't do much to stop him or dissuade him. He brushed you off more often than not. It tore you up from the inside out that you couldn't help him, that at some point a bottle was his chosen form of comfort over you.

The guilt mixed with sadness, and then with anger. And in the end, those feelings came together and created an explosion between the two of you one night.

Your throat was hoarse as you swallowed as much air as you could. You couldn't exactly remember what the argument stemmed from but you knew it had to be related to him drinking.

"Will you just listen to me?!" You shouted, the words coming out uneven as your throat begged you to stop, "put that shit down Leon, and look at me!"

The man sitting at the aisle in your kitchen put the flask he had down in front of him, but still had his hands on it. He turned his head to look at you, barely even moving at all, and his eyes were looking at you like he was unimpressed or annoyed.

"I'm listening."

You wanted to pull on your hair and scream because he wasn't. He wasn't listening, and he hadn't been, at least not for a while.

"No you aren't, you are not listening to a word I say, you never do!"

He scoffed, turning back to his drink and taking another sip.

"Where am I going on Friday?"

"What?" He looked at you incredulously, completely lost as your voice went from yelling at him to speaking relatively peacefully, but there was no peace in your voice.

"I said, where am I going on Friday, Leon," you repeated with clenched fists, "if you listen to me if you even bother to pay attention to me, you would know the answer. So where am I going on Friday?"

The silence was your answer, as you expected it to be, you just hadn't expected it to be so painful.

"I'm going to visit my family in the town over," your voice was low and tired, and you wanted to cry but you couldn't even find it in you to do that, "I told you that a thousand times Leon I..."

Biting your lip hard, you felt yourself break skin, and the metallic taste of blood invaded your taste buds. You were so angry at him moments before, angry enough you had been yelling. But suddenly you weren't angry anymore. You were just so sad; sad for yourself and sad for him. He wasn't going to listen to you, not right now, that much was clear.

"I've been busy Y/N-" whatever he said was wasted on deaf ears as you drowned them out unintentionally, your eyes trained on the flask he nursed.

For once, you knew you had to let it be. You had to give him space, and give yourself space.

"I'm sleeping in the guest room," you offered lamely after the long silence between the two of you after he had finished whatever he had said. Leon looked up at you, with a look of surprise, and confusion, "we both need space. From each other. I just... Don't stay up drinking all night."

"Y/N-" his words once again fell upon deaf ears, and his fingers just missed your arm as you turned and went upstairs to the room usually used by people like Claire, or Chris, sometimes Sherry.

When morning came, you had gotten up later than usual, Leon was already gone as he usually was early in the morning with his job and everything. Your heart felt heavier as you walked into the empty kitchen and noted the vodka bottle you two had been given as a gift was half empty. Something in you asked if it was all worth it; did it really do so much that he drank more than he should've? Did it take away the feelings of hopelessness, like the one you were currently stuck in?

Those were the thoughts that followed you the entire day as you went about your routine. They followed you all the way to the spare bedroom of one of your old friend's homes as you decided you and Leon needed to take a break. If you didn't do that, you feared you would only lose him completely. Or lose yourself. It was exhausting.

But what was even more exhausting was not seeing him. You worried for him, and even if you sometimes felt like he didn't, he worried for you.

It would take about a week before something would crack, before the storm that had been brewing between you two, the one that laid dormant after you walked out to take from your relationship, would begin to thunder again, but in a much different way.

"We're here to have fun," your friend who had been letting you stay over said as she pushed a shot of... something into your hands, leaning against the bar from your side while you said on one of the barstools, "and loosen up. You specifically."

You rolled your eyes; this wasn't in your plan for the day, going to a bar. But it was more than you had done in the past week now. Your routine consisted of going to work and heading back to your friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

You wanted Leon. But you couldn't have him right now. You were still upset, and you didn't even know if he wanted you right now. Everything was a mess.

Things seemed to blur together over the course of the night in the bar, your friend insisting on you trying each new drink she got, some not new too. You had had one drink that you ordered of your own volition, and it had been a regular bottle of beer. But the shots your friend got for you two, and the sips of the drinks your friend ordered, culminated into more than you realized and you could say you were a bit more than just tipsy.

For some reason though, your friend seemed to be chugging along much better than you, you must've been a lightweight.

You hadn't even seen your friend in a while, but you also were so out of it that you couldn't exactly comprehend time properly at that current moment in time.

A hand on your arm and a familiar voice seemed to sober you a bit as your eyes met familiar blue, but they were clouded over with pain, with worry. Confusion too, and a bit of shock. Your fingers twitched, aching to touch his arm. His face. To smooth the furrow that seemed to be etching itself into his brow, threatening to become a new and permanent feature.

But the sober feeling you experienced also stopped you from doing any of the above. Rather, your body stiffened a bit and you pulled away from his touch, only barely missing the look of hurt that glided over his features as you did so.

"L-Leon?" the alcohol in your system made it sound more like you were questioning if he was real rather than saying his name, "What are you-"

The question you were going to ask didn't even need to be finished. It didn't even need an answer from him, because even if you were drunk, you knew Leon. And you knew why he was there.

"Oh," you couldn't help but scoff, "you want my drink? It'll start you off-"

Leon wasn't going to pretend that he hadn't come to the bar to drink away his sorrows; to forget all the pain he held onto and the nightmares he couldn't escape, and now the pain of not having you around. But when he walked in and saw you? Something in him stopped. Something in him twisted and he felt nauseous and for once it wasn't because of a hangover, but it was because of you.

You looked so miserable. Not that you realized you were wearing your heart on your sleeve at the bar, with the dejected look on your face and the limp hand holding onto a beverage you clearly didn't enjoy. Whilst at the same time, you looked empty.

Is that what you saw? Is that what he looked like to you when he was drinking? When he was at home or at a bar, focusing on anything but reality?

Leon didn't want a drink anymore, he wanted to get you out of a place that didn't suit you whatsoever. He wanted to take you home, he didn't want you to be him.

"You didn't come here alone, did you?" He cut off whatever you were trying to say as he looked into your eyes sternly.

"What? N-no I'm not stupid... I came here with a friend."

It didn't take long for Leon to figure out the friend because he spotted her coming near the bar, and recognized her.

"Hey, I'm taking Y/N home," Leon tried to not sound aggressive when he spoke, but it may have only made him sound more upset.

"Leon? Oh, ya, of course. Are you two...?"

"We'll be fine," Leon replied as he helped you stand up, "thanks for being with them."

He hadn't just meant in the bar but in the past week. It was left unsaid, but it was laid bare.

As much as you wanted to pull away from the man who gently wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist, and used the other to hold your arm behind his neck, you couldn't. You didn't have the strength to, and you missed him.

Leon was glad he had taken the car and not his motorcycle. There was no way in hell he would've been able to keep you on a motorcycle all the way back to your home that you shared, or well, you hadn't for the past week. But that wasn't the point.

"You're so mean Leon..." you mumbled as he helped you get into the passenger seat of the car. He all but carried you into it like a child and leaned across you to put your seat belt on. You leaned your face into his neck as he did so, breathing deeply.

"I just... Want you to be happy," you continued sloppily, "but you won't... Let me in..."

Leon's breathing stopped for a moment as he stilled, his hand still on the seatbelt he had just finished putting you in. He quickly pulled himself together and pulled back, adjusting the belt on your body so it wasn't digging into your lazy form, but it was still doing its job.

"I know."

There was so much more he could say, but he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he ever could.

He settled himself into the driver's seat and got ready to start the car up.

"I still love you though..." your words were slurred as you rested your head on the car window, feeling your eyes grow heavier.

"I..." Leon's hand was turning white at the knuckles from how hard he was holding the steering wheel. He didn't deserve you. And you didn't deserve this.

"I know..."

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