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Iâm obsessed with the sister!hotch and Reid fics. I canât stop imagining that scene where Rossi goes to Garciaâs house and sheâs fresh from the shower with Kevin. But instead is Hotch at readers house and Spencer is there.
âyou and Spencer are in the midst of a long weekend together when your brother shows up unannounced. fem, 1.3k
âYouâre really handsome.âÂ
Spencer laughs as you drag your hands back over his ears and through his sopping wet hair. The shower water is blissfully warm and soaking your front as it rains down on his head. You shield his eyes but otherwise have your fun. His hair is softer than anything youâve ever felt.Â
He holds your hands flat to his head. âYouâre handsomer.âÂ
âAm I supposed to take that in a good way or a bad way?â you ask.Â
âA good way!â he says, forgetting your hands in favour of guiding you under the water. âHandsome has nearly always been used for men more than women, but it didnât fall out of fashion for girls until the fifties.â He tilts your head upward and to one side as his own begins to fall the other way. âYouâre beautiful.â His voice is warm on your lips, âyouâre soââ
His kiss is ridiculous; he kisses like heâs starving. You didnât realise men could actually kiss like this until you met him. Itâs not just in the movies, itâs right now, his hand at the back of your neck, unbothered by your laughing or your hand slipping down his wet t-shirt.Â
âThis is the stupidest thing Iâve ever done,â you say.Â
âWe were covered in mud.âÂ
âWe shouldâve just got naked.âÂ
âWeâre taking things slow,â he says, laughing, âitâs fun. But what are we gonna do about our wet clothes?â
âYou got the most of the mud on you,â you say. Spencer had performed a valiant rescue in that when you fell, he was straight down into the grass after you in an attempt to save your jeans. It didnât work, obviously, but the thought was there, and heâs such a good kisser in the shower that you donât mind the loss. âIâm gonna get out and get changed, you can have a real shower, okay? Iâll get you a towel and your pyjamas and stuff.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
âYeah, itâs fine. I think all the mud from my top half is gone.âÂ
Spencer takes your face into his hand. His thumb rubs a line along your jaw. âNow itâs gone.âÂ
You beam. Who knew Dr. Spencer Reid was such a tender guy? You could sort of guess from looking at him that heâd touch you like that, but itâs a contrast, too, to be kissed as though youâre some irresistible siren and to have your face held like fragile glass.Â
You step out of the shower still sodden, clothes heavy, and close the frosted door between you and Spencer to strip down. Separated but still shy, you hurry out of your clothes and into a towel, wrapping yourself tightly to head into your bedroom.Â
You put on blissfully dry underwear and blot your face. Next is loose pyjama pants and a big t-shirt: youâve never worried about being sexy for Spencer and youâre not about to start. Your first date was a walk in the park, your second date at the bowling alley. Heâs not concerned with that stuff. Itâs why his frankness about wanting to take things slow isnât scary, because when he holds your face and tells you youâre pretty, you believe it.Â
âY/N?âÂ
You flinch so hard your neck cracks. âOw,â you whine.Â
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You walk forward before Aaron can let himself into your bedroom. Sure enough, your older brother is in your apartment (as heâs allowed, given that he furnished the entire place and paid the security deposit, and, also, awfully, is a very nice big brother). Heâs smiling, carrying two pizza boxes and a carton atop it that smells like French fries. âWhat have you done now?â he asks fondly.Â
âI hurt my neck, you scared me.âÂ
âIf you answered your phone, youâd know I was here.âÂ
âI was in the shower!âÂ
âI can see that. Youâre getting slovenly, itâs almost midday.âÂ
Youâre so genuinely happy to see him that you forget for a moment your predicament. âItâs the weekend, I can do what I want.â Youâre gonna have to let him down, which wonât be easy. âIâm not feeling the best, actually.âÂ
Aaron lets the pizza boxes rest against his stomach. âHow come?âÂ
âI donât know, I just feel tired. Maybe we can do something tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney,â Aaron says, with all the cadence of someone whoâs used to rubbing your back when youâre sick, âwhatâs wrong? Letâs go sit down, I can make you something less greasy.âÂ
âI think you should just go home, actually. I might be contagious.âÂ
He looks less concerned and more gutted. âWhat? I donât care if youâre contagious. When has that stuff ever bothered me?â Aaron takes another step toward you, his gaze flitting past you toward your bathroom. âWhatâs really going on?âÂ
The age gap between you and Aaron is expansive. Your being adopted is another gap, and neither have ever bothered him. The moment you showed up in his life he gave you everything he could manage, which has manifested in long phone calls, in hugs, in homemade soup and delivery when he couldnât be there. Asking him not to look after you is like telling him you donât want him to, and it isnât true.Â
He means a lot more to you than whatever awkwardness your confession will inspire.Â
âAaron,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest. âSpencerâs in the shower.âÂ
He squeezes his pizza boxes. âSorry?âÂ
âWe went to the park and I fell by the lake. Heâs in the shower.âÂ
âBut you were just in the shower,â Aaron says.Â
âWell, we werenât in there at the same time,â you drag.Â
Your lie is obvious to him, not just as a profiler but as your brother. His brow pinches and his nose wrinkles, not disgusted with you or anything so cruelly stupid, but dissatisfied, at least. âDid you have to tell me that?â he asks, pained.
âI didnât tell you that, you profiled that, and itâs sort of not what you think anyways! We didnât do anythingââ
âHoney.âÂ
âIâm really sorry, but itâs not what you think.âÂ
âListen to me.â The shower turns off and Aaronâs cheek twitches. âYou are a grown up. You can do what you like with who you like. Itâs my fault for coming here unannounced, I keep thinking of you as younger than you are.â Says the adult. Then, the more friendly part of being a sibling emerges, âCould you send him home?â he whispers. âI got your favourite.âÂ
You laugh at his proposition. âThatâs kinda rude, isnât it? Canât he stay? Heâs cool.âÂ
âIâm having trouble coalescing the two of you as more than acquaintances in my mind,â he says, as though he has much more to say about it, even if heâs smiling.Â
Spencer chooses that moment to walk from the en-suite bathroom and out of your room, a t-shirt stuck to his chest with damp, his own pyjama pants baggy at the ankles.
âHey, are you okay?â Spencer grabs your hand impulsively, twining his fingers in yours. Then he sees Aaron and does a double take. âHotch?â
You give Aaron a sorry smile. âDoes that make it easier?âÂ
âIâll wait in the kitchen.âÂ
You and Spencer watch Aaron retreat. His hand stays in yours, but he squeezes you too tightly. âWait for what?â Spencer whispers fervently.Â
You lean up on tiptoes to kiss his eyebrow. âYouâre about to get the shovel talk, I think.âÂ
âOh. Great.â He drops his forehead against your shoulder, wet hair dripping a path down your shirt. âThis is really bad.âÂ
âHe brought pizza.âÂ
âI donât think thatâs going to help me.âÂ
You crane your head and kiss-kiss-kiss the top of his ear. âYouâre really pretty when your hair is wet.âÂ
Spencer murmurs to you reluctantly. âYouâre really pretty all the time.âÂ
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction
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could you write about Robbyâs gf/fiance coming into the ER and the residents donât know theyâre dating but theyâre blown away by how beautiful/kind she is đđ
Pairing: Dr Michael 'Robby" Rabinovitch x younger! Langdon's little sister! reader
The sun was shining in Pittsburgh today and the last thing you felt like doing was going to work and dealing with emails and co-workers and the general panic of having a job that your body thinks is a war zone but really it's just not calling Brenda from Marketing a âdickheadâ. So after a couple of fake coughs down the phone and a promise to check your emails as the day progresses you earn yourself a âsnowâ day.
But it wasnât so much fun having a day off in the middle of the week when your boyfriend was at work, and by the messages coming through it was a hectic day filled with unhelpful meetings with admin and too many beds filled with people that should be elsewhere.
So as the sun beats down on the city, you slip on shorts and your favourite shirt, a slightly small tank top from a long closed Irish bar and head into the hospital via the local donut shop.
The donut shop was your boyfriend's favourite new spot, he was always finding an excuse to swing by there almost daily for a pistachio creme for himself and a simple cinnamon glaze for you. So with your hands now filled with most of the shop you wandered the four blocks from your apartment to the hospital, smiling at the admin desk before gesturing with more your shoulders then hands for Danaâs attention.
No one really knew you at the Hospital, which was fine, both you and he kept your work lives pretty separate after an almost disastrous Christmas party at your work, where someone compared your job to his as the same high stakes. You had almost thrown your wine in your colleagues face, and your boyfriend had tried to defend your work before you laughed at the absurdity of it all.
It also didnât help that your brother worked with your boyfriend and that made life always a little more challenging.
The charge nurse Dana ran to the door and helped you with the boxes, laughing as she glanced down at the absurd amount of sugar.
âWhat do we owe for this wonderful surprise?â She asked as you both made your way to the staff room.
âI took a sick day and thought I would give everyone a little treat.â
âEveryone or just-â
âThere may be one or two pistachio cremeâs in there for him, but really it's for everyone.â
Dana had been there when life had gotten a little too hard about a year ago and you had had to put everything on hold to help your big brother, Frank. Everyone at this hospital had been so kind and helpful as you managed work, your niece and nephew and then a love life. No one more than your boyfriend.
âYou are a sight for sore eyes!â A familiar voice said as they almost fell through the break room doors, Frank was all limbs as he pulled you into a hug. He was clean for 13 months now, and was back at work under strict watch of his seniors but he was good, healthy and back to his normal over the top ways.
âIf my work calls you, Iâm terribly ill and may never recover.â you joke.
âDeathbed and all that?â
âIt's sad and I want roses and frangipanis on my coffin.â
âFrangipanis?â
âI don't know theyâre pretty.â
You both bantered, his arm around your shoulder as people started milling into the room, no matter the workplace, free food was a beacon to all.
Frank wandered off, his attention span failing him again as he went to talk to another doctor while you looked around. With your overly comfortable clothing you stood out like a sore thumb compared to the staff in scrubs.
You settle closer to the door about to make your leave in the way you loved, without a goodbye. Your boyfriend was obviously busy but Dana had hidden his treats away so you knew it was time to go and enjoy the rest of the sun filled day.
As you gathered your bag you heard the whispers.
âWho is she?â
âI saw her with Langdon? Maybe his new girlfriend?â
âNah, I think they are related.â
âSeriously?â
âSame nose?â Which made you immediately grab your nose to check it was nothing like your brothers.
âWhy else would she bring him donuts?â
âI thought he was not dating at the moment?â
âPlus she is way too nice for him!â
âAnd too pretty!â
âDana knew her, maybe she's her friend?â
âHer daughter?â
âDonât let Dana hear you say that!â
âDoes Princess know?â
âNope, just told us to mind our own business and eat the treats.â
âIf there are no pistachio cremes left I will be very disappointed.â a gruff voice whispered into your ear sending a shiver down your spine as you smiled broadly.
âYouâll have to check with Dana, she is in charge.â You smile turning to the tall figure who had just entered.
All the whispering stopped as broad hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close.
âI thought I was in charge.â
You smile against his lips as he kisses you deeply. His fingers almost bruise against your skin, as your shirt rides up and you lean further into the kiss, standing now on your tiptoes as you kiss him back.
âWe let you think that, Dr Michael Rabinovitch.â you whisper to him as cat calls are heard around the room.
You canât help but grin brighter as his beard bristles against your neck as he hides his face. You knew he had forgotten where he was the moment he saw you in the tiny shorts and tank top and you knew his colleagues would not let him forget it anytime soon.
âGet your hands off my sister!â Frank yelled before throwing his napkin at Robbys head.
#fanfiction#the pitt#michael robinavitch#dana evans#dr michael robinavitch#dr robby x reader#dr robby x you#frank langdon
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boynextdoor when their s/o is on their period
pairing. ot6 x afab!reader warnings. period mention , therefore reader has a uterus but other than that no other terms are used to specify gender , period cramps & cravings mentions , jaehyun has women in his life ? , and woonhak is a feminist ( LMAO PLS DONâT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY ITâS A JOKE ) notes. gave up on my constipated leehan x constipated reader fic and decided to write this banger on a whim more under the cut !
sungho :Â
he 100% tracks your cycle with you. if you donât have him added to your tracking app, he has his own where he makes note of your different symptoms (safe to say you were deeply impressed and got emotional when you found out). also does a lot of research about menstruation and your cycle. he wants to know everything there is to know so that he can be there for you throughout all four phases of your cycle. genuinely becomes concerned sometimes when youâre doubled over in pain and you canât get out of bed. sungho also has a tendency to stock up on hot packs/water bottles because he absolutely hates to see the love of his life struggling. always willing to wrap you up in his armsÂ
riwoo :Â
says âmiss bitch is backâ when youâre on your period. yes, he has nicknamed your period âmiss bitchâ (mostly because itâs a bitch to you whenever itâs that time of the month). letâs you do anything and everything you want to do. if you feel like going to the nearest convenience store at 2 in the morning because you want to eat three bowls of buldak, heâs right behind you. if you feel like crying while watching âThe Notebookâ for the thousandth time, heâs holding the box of tissues for you. to be frank, he enjoys it when youâre on your period (not when youâre in pain ofc) because that means he can bring home the gazillion different desserts heâs been meaning to try. the two of you have a taste testing on the bed, taking bites from different tarts, cakes, donuts (duh), and other sweets to your silly little heartsâ content.Â
myung jaehyun :Â
gets upset that you have to be in pain for a week every month. curses the menstruation gods and begs for the pain to be transferred to him (half joking, half serious). so, to prove his solidarity, he bought one of those period cramp simulators and tried it on himself. afterwards, he apologized to every single woman in his life. twice. he likes to cuddle up with you and pretend to punch your abdomen, saying heâs fighting the period cramps for your honor. itâs silly but youâre too tired to say anything. will immediately fix up any absurd cravings you have because if his baby is craving bacon and chocolate, his baby will be eating bacon and chocolate!Â
taesan :Â
he can recognize your period before you do, without the help of a tracking app (sungho is seething with jealousy). youâre impressed, but taesan doesnât think much of it; he just notices the slight changes in your diet and attitude, and acts accordingly. wordlessly stocks up on snacks and junk food a couple days prior. once itâs leak week, taesan refuses to let you do anything. youâre basically in bed arrest. if he catches you waddling out of the bedroom with the hot water bottle pressed to your abdomen, heâs ushering you right back to bed. likes to push your hair back and kiss you on the forehead. itâs weird and random, but itâs something he only does when youâre on your period. otherwise, heâs back to usual kissing regimen.Â
leehan :Â
clueless #1. he doesnât know much about periods or menstruation cycles so he does his best to research on it. he does know a thing or two about mood swings though, so if youâre ever in a mood, he just lets himself be yelled at until youâre feeling better. afterwards, heâll give you a kiss and swaddle you with blankets to help you unwind and relax. you noticed that leehan liked to be the little spoon when you were on your period, which is weird because he usually likes spooning you. turns out, he liked the warmth of your hot water bottle and used cuddling as an excuse to warm himself up. likes to cozy up with you in bed and do netflix marathons, re-watching all your favorite rom-coms and tv shows.Â
woonhak :Â
clueless #2. woonhak cried the first time you cried when you were on your period. you werenât even crying because of him, you were crying because you remembered cheesepuff, your pet hamster from the third grade, was dead. regardless, he was freaking out! researches and asks around a lot, especially his hyungs, about periods and what he can do to help. steals sweets from riwoo, hot packs from taesan, and uses leehanâs netflix account. oh he also stole borrowed jaehyunâs period cramp simulator and almost cried a second time that week. becomes a feminist whenever youâre on your period and whips out his copies of Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and The Awakening to prove that he stands with you. ig itâs the thought that counts ?
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Reverse Arranged Marriage
Colonel!König x Recruit!Reader
The Colonel.
Your Colonel.
König.
You looked at him, twisting a strand of hair around your finger, big eyes shining adorably up at him, hanging on his every word...
So you can imagine the shattering feeling you felt when he arrived back to the base after a short sabbatical back home in Austria with a woman at his side.
His fiancé.
König has no experience when it comes to women. No previous relationships, no dates, not even an attempt at obtaining one... and his parents to be quite frank were worried.
Their little boy... their not so little boy... turning 30 and not so much as an interaction with a women to their knowledge.
When he had returned to Austria for his birthday, they decided to surprise him. Waiting back home was a woman, Katharina, 'a good Austrian woman' his mother had described her as.
König, well, he didn't say anything. His parents took this as a good sign. They had everything already arranged, the two of them would stay in KorTac military housing, Katharina would work as a nurse at the local hospital and they would return to Austria for the wedding in June.
Katharina was nice enough, there was nothing explicitly wrong with her... but König felt nothing. He didn't even try to feel anything. He didn't kiss her, he didn't hug her, he didn't even speak to her.
Since their meeting they simply just walked together, around his parent's house in Austria, through the airport and now through their house on base.
It didn't take long for König to move his things over, he wasn't a very materialistic person, he helped Katharina unload her boxes from the lorry, still, wordlessly.
That's when she heard it for the first time. You.
"Colonel, do you need help with that?"
And it just progressed from there, like a high pitched drone in her ears, annoying, inescapable.
"Colonel please help me with..."
"Colonel can I show you..."
"Colonel do you want to maybe..."
"Colonel this..."
"Colonel that..."
She was sick of it, and she was sick of you.
How come he would pay attention to you? You were just some dumb little recruit, she was his fiancé and he didn't even give her a word most days.
He didn't even take that stupid mask off in front of her, but he lifted it up for you to kiss the grazes on your knees, the tiniest scratches on your arms, even a frickin' paper cut. He couldn't have his little recruit get hurt in his training sessions and not kiss it better!
They slept in their bed, on opposite sides, untouching, rigid, mask on. But if you had a nightmare, he was there in an instant, tucking you up tight in your covers only to stay and hold you when you said...
"Please, Colonel, I'm scared..."
The final straw was when you had come round to their house one evening, uninvited, to give them some Topfenstrudel you'd baked... because you just so happened you made too much... yeah right.
She didn't buy it, not for a second, you just so happened to make too much of this dessert, an Austrian dessert, an Austrian dessert that just so happened to be the Colonel's favourite.
She was seething with she had one and it was... well, delicious.
As the Colonel showered you with praises, saying what a good young lady you were, how you'd make a man very happy one day, how you know the way to people's hearts. She glared daggers into your very soul, a glare that you answered with a sweet, innocent smile.
I mean who comes round, uninvited, in their little silky pyjamas, acting all innocent and cute, she could see right through you... but the Colonel couldn't.
"It was lovely chatting with you two, see you at training tomorrow Colonel!"
And with that the door shut and you walked with a skip in your step back to the recruit's barracks.
If you hadn't been so all consumed in your own little world you just might have heard the arguing that ensured as soon as you had left...
That next morning the Colonel came in with a smile under his mask, not that you'd have known, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, looking down. After a pause, he eventually spoke.
"Katharina had to go back to Austria."
"Oh, how come?" you say feigning worry, as though your heart didn't skip a beat.
"It seems we were not a good fit for each other."
You hold back a smile, instead putting on a look of concern. "Aw that's such a shame! I hope she finds who she's looking for."
He chuckles at your sweetness, you were always thinking of other people in his eyes.
"I'm sure she will." He said with a little sigh.
"You know, I was thinking, I still have the military housing until the end of the season, how about you come over and show me how to make that Topfenstrudel, ja?"
You smile up at him, nodding profusely.
"For sure! It'll be cool me teaching you for once." You giggle.
The Colonel may not have a fiancé but he was more than fine with that...
Besides, perhaps his parents wouldn't need to cancel the wedding plans set for June...
#WinterTime#könig fluff#konig fluff#konig x y/n#konig x you#könig x y/n#könig x you#cod konig#konig call of duty#konig cod#konig mw2#konig x reader#könig call of duty#könig x reader#könig cod#konig modern warfare#könig mw2
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never leave me


[đȘ] gojo has a very realistic dream about you leaving him and he goes insane
pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader
genre: angsty with confort <3
warnings: established relationship; there is a lot of angst; but also a lot of confort; fluff; insecure!gojo; clingy!gojo; a bit possessive!gojo; again me breaking down gojo's character bc im tired of the mischaracterization (hope im not doing it or ill kms); not thoroughly beta-read but ill do it asap;
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it felt real. way too real.
the setting was gloomy, as the clouds concealed thoroughly the warm sun rays, making the environment appear more grayish as it was unusual for the hot summer season that enveloped the vivid city of tokyo. you and satoru were walking down the streets, making time before the sumida river fireworks festival that was held late in July. however it was still the middle of June. was this timing correct?
you were wearing the newest sundress satoru had proudly bought you with the biggest grin. you looked great in it, certainly making satoru blush each time he glanced down at you. but wait, wasn't the sundress white? why is it all of the sudden a cooler shade of blue?
the ice cream you were holding changed to a box, which was immediately recognized by satoru. it was the jewelry box that contained the most precious purchase he had recently made: the engagement ring you weren't supposed to seeâor even know the existence ofâ. satoru is still thinking about the perfect place and time to ask you the question he considered the most important of all his life.
his blue eyes were too focused on the ring box that he completely missed your words. as he shifted his gaze on you to listen carefully, he still couldn't make out your words. your voice pitch was totally off.
and as he blinked, now you were standing in front of him at least ten meters away. your whole frame in sight. you no longer wore the color-changing sundress. dark ambivalent shades decorated your figure, being unable to even determine your legs and arms. your face being the only clear piece of you.
satoru panicked. the cold sweat he felt running down his neck and arms felt too real. he knew the view in front of him could beâto one pointâfalse; however his feelings were genuine.
one of his arms reached out to you, as if to grab your form, only for you to grow further. but as if there were amplifiers all around his head, your voice buzzed through his external auditory canal, stimulating his eighth cranial nerve.
"i dont want to be with you."
"you always act like a child, ive been putting up with you for years. im tired now."
"ive found someone else. someone who has time for me and our relationship."
"this isn't exactly your fault. you can't control being the strongest and everyone needing you. but can't you see I need you too?"
"you leave me alone too much."
"are you seriously planning to marry me? you dont even have time for me as a boyfriend and you want to be my husband?"
"haven't you noticed im slowly drifting away? I dont want this anymore."
"im tired of your nonexistent time for me."
"im tired of this relationship."
"im tired of you."
it was your voice declaring all those statements. but satoru knew where they were coming from. the island full of insecurities that was deep in the back of his consciousness was expressing the most oppressed feelings he had. his easy going facade did an excellent job concealing his self-doubt in real life, making difficult for someone to accept the fact the strongest sorcerer had insecurities.
even so, he was a natural emotionally-closed person. the long months of attempting to open up to you at the beginning of your relationship were very difficult to him. even with his former best friend, suguru geto, satoru wasn't completely frank.
he knew he was a good boyfriend, at least acceptable, to you. once he bestowed his heart to you, he was yours, giving you his all.
still he felt insufficient.
the time dedicated to your relationship took a sharp turned when he started attending his obligations as the strongest sorcerer. he wanted to give you more of his honored time. he wanted to be fully devoted to you. however his status in the sorcery society fell in between you two.
satoru was afraid one day you would finally snap, disregarding completely of your relationship with him.
your voice materialized in front of him in the form of your figure again, your limps now distinguished. he couldn't exactly make out your expression as it was drawn between sorrow, tiredness, and frustration. your hand spanned toward him, handing him the ring box you were still holding.
"I won't," was all you said as you turned away, no other words following your unmoving lips. it was the answer for a question satoru had been picturing himself asking you: will you marry me?.
he only caught a glimpse of your face, emotions unchanged, until you departed. your hair was the last thing he identified as literal darkness danced around you, metaphorical darkness invading his heart and soul.
the setting was back to the bleak tokyo. the pitch black sky lacked its most trusted companions: the stars, as the new moon was merged within the loneliness of the murky sky. faceless pedestrians walked mindlessly around the lone tall man while others stared at the sky where the fireworks were being displayed, though their bright colors were absent and the blast was silent.

the innate technique limitless has always been a wall between satoru gojo and the rest of the world. even when he mastered it as a teen to be able to use it automatically instead of manually, satoru has been isolating himself. sometimes deliberately, other times unconsciously.
he knows what his dream means. he knows he is afraid of losing you, the person he loves the most. after witnessing at first instance the departure of what used to be his best friend into immorality and radical idealisms, going through a bitter break up of his friendship, satoru realizes he fears you would do the same.
as blackness coats what he thinks is his range of vision and light passes through the slim skin of his eyelids, satoru regains consciousness. his body feels cramped, as if he would have fought a special grade curse without stretching his limbs first. his neck is sore from the awkward position he is in.
the tall manÂŽs strong body is facing the wall, placed in a fetal position, almost hugging himself. his high cheekbones feel wet. the soft touch of his lifted hand confirms he had cried during his dreamâactually, nightmare.
the visions of his nightmare still present in his mindfulness, recreations of the pictures he sawâlivedâso vividly in the dream play at the back of his mind whenever he tries to close his sensitive eyes. then he realizes.
you.
where is she? is she still with me? she hasn't gone to any place? she didn't leave? anxiety and panic rush through his body as he hastily turns to face the other side of the marital bed.
oh.
you are still there, stirring slightly at the sudden wave movements satoru caused. you are still sound sleep, your chest meeting the soft mattress below you, arms spangled plastered on the pillow you were pleasantly drooling over.
satoru feels his heartbeat decrease to a normal rate, his lungs no longer burning with the sensation of a upcoming panic attack. was he seriously going to have a panic attack over thinking you would leave him? yes. ten thousand yes.
even when he has you, his students, and his coworkers who sometimes seem to not be entirely fond of the tall man, satoru still feels alone. alone in this world of sorcery. he is in another level even as a living organism. no other human being and sorcerer can compare to him. not right now when he thinks he isn't over discovering more of his honorable traits.
but he is over that strength moral compass his best friend had doubted some years ago. he got over it when he met you. satoru was convinced he was satoru gojo because he was the strongest. but you proved him wrong when you started loving him for being just satoru gojo, not for being the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, the head of the gojo clan, or the supreme entity he was supposed to reach. you love him for the person he is, his personality, and his heart.
he knew that, right?
maybe he needed a bit of assurance.
strong arms envelop around your smaller form, your boyfriend getting on top of you without crushing you. soft lips dance around your ear and neck, tickling you to awareness.
your gentle giggles and whimpers fill satoru's brain of serotonin, a big toothy grin flashing his pretty face.
"good morning, my queen."
you stir in your place as you try to pull the over 180-pound weight off you. however, satoru clings his arms around you even more, his hands going to your mid area, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. you are on your side with your back brushing his hard chest.
"don't leave my arms, please," he shares in one single exhale, his breath caressing your neck. you just know there is a lot more behind those words. you have learned to read your boyfriend like a book.
still, you don't want to disturb him. you know his book doesn't like being forcefully opened, because his pages are stuck to each other and are difficult to separate. you let him absorb your presence and wait patiently for him to uncover his feelings to you.

it has been out of routine, actuallyâthe way satoru has been acting around you and only you lately.
if you have to word it out, it would be clingy, clingier, clingier than ever, though you have caught him acting his usual same with his students and coworkers. not once wanting to leave your presence, almost as his atoms would undergo unconventional transformations if he isn't breathing the same air within your range.
you were buying groceries and your boyfriend decided to tag along. of course you didn't mind, but it definitely took you out since it wasn't his day off and he had an appointment to train his students. satoru completely disregarded of said students which was such very strange situation since he loved them. guess he loves me more? you questioned. he couldn't keep his hands off you, almost as if you were to run away at any given chance. your boyfriend was usually handsy, but it surprised you when you passed through the candy hall that satoru's touch on you didn't even budge. he would usually go running and pick his favorite sweet provisions.
when you were called to a meeting, satoru followed you. it was shocking seeing satoru gojoâthe progressive sorcerer who hated the higher upsâin such meeting. but it was to be with you, holding your arm tightly as his mind drifted away in other thoughts, not hearing a single word of the meeting. his ears would only spiked at the sound of your voice or the call of your name, listening in for a few second to make sure those old geezers were respecting your living form.
satoru would ask vigorously to be of company during your missions. you thought it was cute. maybe he wants to make up for the wasted time, you would assume. and you were partially right, considering that satoru also did it to protect you with his mere presenceâit being his innate technique wrapping around you, or his strong cursed energy forcing the curses to escape and hide pitifully.
satoru's existence has been constant around you lately: not leaving you unattended for more than five minutes when going out, going everywhere with you along him, always having an arm securely attached to your waist or shoulders, his limitless isolating you from the world. it was almost becoming overwhelming to say the least. you loved satoru with all your life and the remaining lives left for you, but his persistent company was a bit too much.
you knew this wasn't some jealousy attack he had, proving everyone his possession over you. no, that wasn't characteristic of the man. perhaps satoru was having some resentment over leaving you alone so much? or perhaps he was having a fit of insecurities? it didn't happen often, but it had happened before.
a mush of white hair adorns your chest as you two are plastered on you shared bed, watching a reality show about a family of overly successful women. well, it is actually just you watching, since your boyfriend has his sensitive eyes closed. one of your hands underneath his shirt and the other is caressing his scalp at such low pace, satoru was almost drifting to sleep. your fingers are tangled in his mess of hair. your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around your tightly, as well as his long legs.
he isn't focused on the tv show, his mind picturing you leaving him, making his heart race abruptly and his breathing catch in his throat. his traitorous head has been torturing him over and over for the past three weeks. after that super realistic dream, no, nightmare, satoru has been anything but calm. anxiety plotting against him, making him believe the longer you are aloneâwithout himâthe more chances of you living him.
"oh my, I can't believe they didn't invite her ex-boyfriend to their family reunion. he is the father of the baby anyway!" you exclaim as the tv screen turns black showing the end credits, a rectangular button displaying at the right lower corner to go to the next episode. you moved your hand off your boyfriend's head to grab the remote. you immediately hear a low mumble coming from him.
"sorry, baby what did you say?" your eyes scan his face as you question him. the unmistakable pout and frown on his face goes noticed by you. "what's going on, toru?" you ask as softly as possible, both hands now grabbing his soft cheeks, making him look at you.
a groan now escapes from his lips as he moves his neck to position his chin on your sternum, facing you. satoru opens his eyes, bloodshot and glassy.
"satoru, are you okay my love?" tenderness paints your voice as you speak, a delicate finger whisking off the small eye crust on his left eye. "where you crying? is there something you want to tell me?" you try as hard as possible to linger the softness in your voice.
the sorcerer says your name in a whisper, suddenly feeling smaller under your constant gaze, eyes minding his surroundings. his blue orbs return again to you after a few seconds of thinking his response. "i... had a nightmare," you stay quiet to let him continue. "im sorry for not telling you earlier and acting so... irritating over the past weeks."
satoru sounds genuinely troubled, as in asking for forgiveness after committing the most atrocious crime of all time. your hands on his cheeks hold him tighter to bring his face close to yours, brushing your lips with his in a chaste but loving kiss.
"you dont have to apologize for that, toru," your lips graze his as you speak. "I just want to know why, if you want to, of course." you propose sheepishly, you still dont want to push him.
his concerned blue eyes look away once more, finding the correct words. "i... dreamed about you leaving me, after saying things that... were hurtful..." satoru actually sounded distressed and devastated. you immediately dismiss this as one of his tricks to be clingier to you and make you baby him. he is slowly opening up.
"we were in a festival and then everything went pitch black as you told me I wasn't good enough to be your boyfriend," he continues, his arms losing a bit of their grip on you. "I actually felt... anxious, and stressed about you actually leaving, so I guess I made myself... believe that if im with you all the time you wouldn't think that."
"think what satoru?"
"well..." the tall man is a bit uncomfortable, not because he was with you, but because he was opening his locked heart. "you said you were tired of me leaving you alone so much, that you were seeking someone elseâsomeone better. you said you were tired of our relationship..." his gloomy voice saddens your ears. "you said you didn't even want to marrâ" satoru cuts his words before completing his sentence. it comes out as a mumble so you luckily dont hear it.
"oh my big baby..." you sing as you hug him with all your mighty force. satoru almost feels his bones crackling at your demonstration of love. he then realizes he doesn't need to say more. you have understood him. the thing he craved the most.
he didn't need someone to match his strength, he was happy living as the strongest, he was proud of the title, sometimes even filling up his overly boosted ego. but he wantedâneededâsomeone to understand him, his feelings, his emotions, his position. he learns you dont need to be as strong as him, as powerful as him, as inhuman as him, to understand him, since your mere and pure love for him is sufficient to empathize with him.
satoru is lucky to have you, he knows that. he can be all of him to youâthe strongest, satoru gojo, the head of the gojo clan, the beholder of the legendary six eyes and limitless, gojo-sensei. he can be all of himself to you or even a portion of him. and you would still receive him with open arms and a loving heart.
even when it took him almost three weeks to open up, you still waited and listened to him. you understood that he wanted more physical assurance than verbal assurance, your big bear hug becoming more meaningful than the thousand words you could have told him.
satoru comprehends he loves you just as much when he realizes and comes to his senses that he does not want to leave you and he fears the idea of you leaving him. he suffered lost once with his best friend, he got through it, but he doesn't believe he will be able to do it again if this time it is you who drifts away.
if it were up to him, you would be with him covered up in his limitless technique, isolating you both from the word. but he can't be that selfish and insecure about your commitment and devotion to him.
satoru then realizes his choice of marrying you is the correct one. as your long hug continues, your hands caressing his back and his rubbing your sides, satoru thinks of the pretty ring sitting in the box of his sorcery uniform, ready to be pulled out and worn by your pretty finger.

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You know Lea, I was having such a bad day at work yesterday and I just found myself daydreaming about your THUYW series and it honestly made my shift so much more bearable đđ
I couldn't help but fantasize about Billy + Frankie absolutely WRECKING Reader. It'd be SO delicious in this verse holy shit.
You seriously got me daydreaming about THUYW to cope with work WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME LEAAAA
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okay, so, imagine Billy inviting you into his room while youâre waiting for Steve to get back from the boxing gym
then he leaves you alone for a second to go get you a glass of water
but as you wait for him to return, you spot something curious on his bedside table and itâs not till youâve scooted closer that you realise itâs sex toys that he has just left laying around as if it wasnât something utterly scandalous
I mean, the drawer is even open! Itâs so stuffed full of toys that it almost canât be pushed back closed!
but then when Billy does return, glass of water in his hand and now also his best buddy Frank at his side, your curiosity has gotten the best of you as they catch right when you had picked up one of the toys you werenât sure what was.
you, of course, drop it immediately when you notice that theyâre back, and as soon as it hits the ground, it turns on and starts buzzing against the floorboards.Â
probably one of the top most embarrassing moments of your life at that pointâŠÂ
but then, when they finally get their laughter under control (or maybe Frank is a total sweetheart about it and elbows Billy to quit teasing you) they fish out of you how you donât really know what any of the toys are and itâs only because you recognised a few of them as dildoes (because your rich stepbrother bought you a few purely for slutty training purposes) that you realised they were objects of a sexual nature
so, naturally, they then treat it as a fun little teaching moment
they go through the whole drawer, one by one, first making you take a guess before they explain them all to you.Â
now, Billy is a hoe, so his collection is stocked.
thereâs everything from all sorts of dildoes (realistic, glass, cute curved ones, double-ended, fantastical monster ones), various vibrators (wands, rabbits, app-controlled, those amazing clit suction stimulators), butt plugs, fleshlights, all of the lube you could ever dream of, cock rings, nipple clamps, ben wa balls, paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, blindfolds, ballgags
and with each toy that they get through and explain to you, the worse the tingles between your thighs getâŠ
do they end up trying a few of them on you?
of course they do!!Â
though I think youâre still a bit of a scaredy cat at that time, so you donât wanna be too adventurous yet
Iâm thinking, in that moment, youâre the most curious about the vibrators because youâve never played around with that before, and just feeling them switch one on against your fingertips makes your brain melt simply imagining what it would feel like against your pussy
when they do press it against your pretty clit for the first time, you nearly fall off of the bed from the way the unfamiliar and intense sensation makes you jump (which of course just makes them giggle because holy fuck youâre so adorable to them)
maybe theyâre both laying on their stomachs, between your parted thighs, Frank holding the vibrator against your puffy pearl, grinning at the way it makes your pussy weep before them like a fucking leaky faucet to quench their thirsts
perhaps then Billy gets out some of the dildoes⊠one for him to play with your cunt and one for him to stuff in your mouth and watch you drool aroundâŠÂ

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Hi! Can I please request a poly!Marauders x reader where the reader has a secret admirer? The reader is receiving anonymous gifts and letters, making the boys anxious and jealous. If not, it's okay! Thank you, author-san!
omg i love this! thank you so much, baby, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders
cw: jealousy and possessiveness, borderline harassment and stalking, hickey
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You groaned loudly when you opened the front door only to be greeted by yet another bouquet of flowers. You begrudgingly brought the arrangement into the house, setting it on the countertop.Â
"Again? Thatâs like the third this week, and itâs only Wednesday." Sirius said, exasperated and (almost) as annoyed as you.Â
"Fifth, actually." You hated that you were complaining, you knew you were technically very lucky to receive all these gifts, it was just distressing. And to be frank, getting very old.
"Christ, this person is thirsty." Siriusâ voice was strained, clearly more anxious than he was wanting to let on.Â
"At least it seems they donât have much of a chance, anyone worth their salt knows that you hate roses, angel." James said, between mouthfuls of his sandwich.Â
"I know," You cringed. "Who should I give these to this time? Lily has enough flowers to open a shop" You rolled your eyes. "Speaking of," You reached into your work bag and pulled out two boxes. "There were chocolates at my work when I got there yesterday, and a pair of earrings on monday." You walked over to where Remus and Sirius were cuddled on the couch.Â
âGeez, dove. Are we gonna have to step up our game?â Remus said, voice tinged with jealousy.Â
"No, this person needs to step down. Or at least give me a return address or something. All the notes say is âfrom someone who appreciates you, xx.â Itâs actually kind of distressing." You handed the smaller box of earrings to Sirius, "Are these your style, honey?"Â
"What? You donât want them?" He sounded surprised. Of course you didnât! Why would you need presents from a random person when you have three boys who give you all the love you could ever need? (and in the way you like it)
"No, I would feel weird wearing them." You cringed, handing the larger box to Remus. "You can have these, I donât even like cherry chocolate." Remus took the box like it was filled with poison, a disgusted tilt to his lips, just as Sirius dramatically dropped the jewelry box onto the coffee table.Â
"I donât know whose grubby paws have been on this box." He sneered. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, looking over to James who was still in the kitchen. He had set his sandwich down and was looking like a kicked puppy. It made your heart crack.
"Jamie, whatâs wrong baby? Come here." You beckoned him over. He rushed to your side, placing his hand protectively on your shoulder and gripping you tight. You looked at your other two boyfriends, Remusâ jaw was clenched tight and Srius was still looking at the box and scowling.Â
"I jusâ donât like it." James said from your side, his voice was small like a child's.Â
"Wait, hold on," You said, "Are you all actually worried about this?"
"Define âworriedâ lovely," Remus said, his voice an awful mix of venomous and depressed. âI donât think any of us like knowing thereâs someone out there fighting for your affections.â His eyes had an angry glint to them.Â
âGuys,â You said, your heart only breaking further. âYou have nothing to be worried about, okay?â Jamesâ grip tightened on you. âThere is absolutely no competition here, Iâm not even giving these the time of day. I donât want anything to do with the gifts or the person sending them.âÂ
âBut you would if we werenât in the picture.â Sirius said quietly, all too insecure for your liking. You wormed your way out of Jamesâ grasp, resulting in a whine being pulled from his throat, to crouch in front of Sirius. You grabbed his pretty face in your hands, looking into his sad eyes.Â
âNo, I wouldnât. Iâm not impressed by these gifts.â You took a deep breath, not wanting to confess the next part and worry your boyfriends worse. âThey actually kind of scare me.â You admitted, making all their eyes snap to you.Â
âScared? Of what, darlinâ?â James piped up.Â
âI just,â You cringed. âI donât like knowing that there is someone this obsessed with me and I donât know who they are. And that they know where I live and where I work. I mean, who knows how much they know?âÂ
âWell now I feel like an arse.â Sirius grabbed you from the floor and hauled you onto the couch with him and Remus, wrapping himself tightly around you. âHere I was thinking this person was gonna get you away from us, not knowing they were worrying you.âÂ
âYouâre not, I promise!â You reassured. âHonestly, if there was someone doing all this for you three I would be really jealous too.â You placed a hand on two of your boyfriendsâ thighs, looking over at James, who was still sulking, now sitting on the coffee table in front of you. âBut I can assure you, even if I found out who this person was, they, and no one else, would be able to take me from you three. You arenât getting rid of me that easy. Besides, I donât like stalkers.â You joked.Â
Remus pulled you closer to him, gentle but still much more aggressive than usual. Your other two boyfriends had settled, but he was still heated.Â
âRemmy,â You turned to face him. âI promise, you have nothing to worry about.âÂ
âI know,â He grunted, burying his face into your neck. You wanted to shrink at the ticklish feeling but you allowed him to stay there, knowing he needed it. Remus had a jealous streak, perhaps the most of all your boyfriends. James and Sirius were more subtle in their protectiveness, but Remus started marking you all like a wolf anytime someone let their gaze linger too long. You buried your fingers in his hair and scratched his scalp, trying to relax him.Â
âAs soon as I find out who this is I will get them to stop, I promise.â You said vehemently. You looked guiltily at all your boyfriends, âIâm sorry this is happening, it isnât fair to you all.âÂ
âItâs not your fault, dolly.â Sirius placed his hand on your back. âYou donât have anything to be sorry for, you arenât asking for this.â You were about to hug him, but Remus held fast around your waist, you started to protest, but you felt Remusâ lips latch to a spot on your neck, nibbling and sucking hard enough to sting, but not hurt. The sound you let out was half giggle and half moan.
âChrist, Moons!â James barked, âYou trying to brand them or something?â The three of you started giggling like children. Remus released your skin from his teeth, observing the red and purple splotch that was left in his wake.Â
âGotta make sure they know whatâs mine.â He said, possessively. âDonât worry," His eyes glinted furiously at your two other boyfriends, "you two are next.âÂ
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bucky barnes deserves baby reg reader!!!!
i completely agree!! i saw a tiktok of a mom who brought her kid to a martial arts gym so she could practice and her kid had a little set up in the corner and one comment said: âYou watch Bluey while momma chokes the life outta someone, k pumpkin?â and i thought that was hilarious, so that's the inspo for this
notes: cg!bucky, cg!nat and reader live together but buck and nat are not in a relationship (i think they're both super gay)
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You enter the boxing gym on Buckyâs hip, head resting on his shoulder. A group of you planned to spar together in a gym that you have access to. Peter had saved the ownerâs daughter from getting robbed one night and now he could use the gym whenever he wanted. At least once a month you, Peter, Natasha, Bucky, Matt, Frank and Wade (sometimes a few other vigilantes) sparred together. You had planned on sparring but when you woke up feeling smaller than usual, Bucky decided it would be best if you didnât participate (you were a little disappointed but still happy to come).Â
Matt, Frank and Peter are already there when the three of you arrive. Natasha trails behind Bucky, holding two gym bags and your backpack. You squeal when you see the others, slapping your hand against Buckyâs chest in excitement. He laughs and bounces you a bit before letting you down. You run to Peter and give him a big hug.Â
âHey Petey!â
âHi bug! No sparring for you today?âÂ
âNu uh, papa says âm too small.â You look beside him where Matt and Frank are watching the interaction. Matt greets you with a small wave and you give him a quick hug before turning your attention to Frank. You raise your arms, requesting to be picked up, and try to give him a convincing look.Â
âPlease Frankie?â He tries to keep his hard expression but everyone knows he has a soft spot for you anyway, so he lifts you into his arms. When you snuggle into him, he smiles a little bit, but enough for Peter, Matt, and Wade (who just came over) to notice. They give him teasing looks and Frank just rolls his eyes.
Natasha sets down your backpack, and pulls out a blanket to spread out beside it. Frank carries you over to your area, in a spot close to all the action. He places you down on the blanket and then hands you your sketchbook and markers from your bag. You smile up at him gratefully, and he gives you a pat on the head before heading towards the ring. Nat crouches down in front of you, a soft look on her face.Â
âYou sit here and watch mama kick these boyâs asses, alright pumpkin?â
âYeah!â
Theyâre right over there, you can literally see all of them, and yet you feel left out and needy. Colouring inside the lines is too frustrating but you canât let go enough to scribble like you want. You tear up, getting overwhelmed by your confusing emotions. As it happened, you are in the presence of people trained to be observant, so it doesnât take long for someone to notice your tears. Nat is fighting Matt in the ring, so Wade nudges Bucky, who stands beside him as they watch the match.
âBuck, your kidâs crying.â Bucky looks over his shoulder to where you are on your blanket with wide, wet eyes, and your bottom lip wobbling. He jogs over to you, and carefully picks you up.Â
âWhatâs up baby?â He looks concerned as he wipes your tears with his thumb and then softly brushes your hair out of your face.Â
âI dunno, jusâ feel sad ân miss you.âÂ
âAww kid, you can keep me company while I watch the others spar ok?â You nod, sniff, and rest your head on his shoulder. He makes sure youâre secure in the crook of his arm before rifling through your bag and grabs your pacifier. He taps it against your lips and you open your mouth slightly to accept it. He walks back over to the others who are watching by the sidelines, and you hear Peter coo when you get close.Â
âWe got a gym baby with us?â
Bucky bounces you a bit and then turns his body so you can see Peter. You look spaced out and cozy as you rest against Bucky. The group only stays about 10 minutes longer, and the whole time youâre attached to Bucky.Â
When you get back to the apartment, you lie on the bed, waiting for Bucky to get out of the shower. You play with the ring on your pacifier and roll around on the duvet. You perk up when you hear the bathroom door open, and reach out for him as he comes out.Â
âIâll be right there cutie, let me get something quick.â You grumble and watch him as he walks over to the closet and pulls fabric out of a box.Â
It was Buckyâs birthday recently and Peter gifted him a special fabric that he can use to carry you around the house. There hasnât been an opportunity to try it yet, but youâre currently clingy and tiny, and dinner needs to be made, so itâs the perfect time.Â
You watch with curiosity as Bucky wraps the fabric around his stomach and then pulls it over his shoulders.Â
âAlright come here baby.â He reaches his hands out and you crawl over to him. He picks you up under your armpits and rests you against his chest. Youâre squished against him so you canât see what heâs doing but you feel the fabric wrap around you, making you nice and snug. You take a moment to shift around, getting used to the new position.Â
Bucky watches as you wiggle a bit before closing your eyes and relaxing fully. When he walks into the kitchen, where Nat is chopping carrots, she coos when she sees you and pauses her cutting to brush her hand over your head lovingly.Â
âWe got a little snug bug hm?â
âI think we gotta get this soup started so this one can eat. That sound good baby?â With your eyes closed, you respond with a quiet âmhmâ and Bucky kisses the top of your head.Â
i've been meaning to write for bucky so thanks for the push anon!
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LOVER'S ROCK [h.o.o. characters in love]
percy jackson
memorizes your fast-food/gas station order. even if you didnât ask, percyâs still gonna get you a lil something from wherever he goes. he has a shoe box that holds every single thing youâve ever given him. may or may not still have the receipt from the restaurant after your first date. listens to the music you recommend him. usually, percyâs very opinionated about the music he listens to but he always gives yours a try. embarasses himself solely to see you laugh. yes, the time he dropped his ice cream cone into the hudson was on purpose.
annabeth chase
waits for you to watch the latest episode of your favorite show. annabeth will wait for you no matter what, even if it pains her to not know whether or not her favorite character just died. eases up around you. she appreciates not having to be completely on guard all the time. paints your nails for you. annabeth always finds it funny when she sees your non-dominant hand perfectly manicured while your dominant hand looks as if you did it blindfolded.
jason grace
annotates his favorite books for you to read. when itâs the occasional romance novel, jason writes âus <3â in the margin everytime the love interests do anything remotely romantic. gifts you a necklace with his initial. he smiles everytime he sees it resting against your chest. jasonâs phone is entirely made up of you. his lockscreen, his home screen, his widgetsâŠeverything is you. jason randomly gives you massages. if youâre working on some school assignment heâd come up behind you and start massaging your neck and shoulders, getting out the knots you didnât even know you had.
piper mclean
allows you to bypass her dnd. most of the time, piperâs on dnd so she made it so that only your notifications could bypass it. she does the chores you hate the most. even if she hates it just as much, sheâll do it just to see you happy. piper loves making those cheesy couple videos with you on tiktok. every day sheâll tell you how you two are basically tiktok famous?? piper only listens to you when it comes to fashion advice. yeah, sheâll acknowledge what others have to say about her outfits, but she truly only cares about what you think.Â
leo valdez
loves you to the point of invention. you canât even count the amount of gadgets leoâs made for you. he also comes home with little knicknacks made from spare parts of his projects. flowers made of metal scraps >> regular flowers. lets down his guard for you. leo doesnât feel the need to keep up his happy, humorous persona when heâs with you. he lets you take whatever side of the bed you want. even if leo likes to sleep against the wall, heâll let you because he knows it makes you happy.
hazel levesque
buys matching couple outfits. you two have your own pinterest board dedicated to your matching outfits. takes care of your hair. considering her own hair, hazel knows a lot about hair care. date nights where she oils your hair and washes it for you over anything else. ties your bows for you. she laughs when you finish tying the bow in your hair only to realize that the loops and tails are different sizes. wears matching jewelry. you two have lockets with photos from your first date.Â
frank zhang
never the first one to let go from hugs. frank can and will stand there and hug you for the entire day if you want to. ties your shoes for you. whenever he notices your shoes are untied he entirely stops what heâs doing and drops to the floor, propping your foot on his knee to tie it. always gives you his food. even if you had said you didnât want any, frank still shares some with you.
#ooooohh was cleaning out the drafts and found this lol#percy jackson#annabeth chase#jason grace#piper mclean#leo valdez#hazel levesque#frank zhang#percy jackson x reader#heroes of olympus x reader#heroes of olympus#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson fic#percy jackson fluff#pjo x reader#percy jackson x you#percy jackson fanfiction#pjo fic#pjo fanfic
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Once upon a time, everything came with an instruction manual. You'd open the box and immediately chuck that manual into the trash, because recycling wasn't popular back then, and you could still make a living cutting down trees to print more manuals with. Nowadays, the humble instruction manual is gone altogether, replaced with â at best â an interactive electronic instruction manual. I still don't read them, but now it's because I can't.
You see, "having a working computer" is a lifestyle that is simply incompatible with my existence. Despite the fact that our civilization has produced approximately 171.3 computers per person, I somehow have no ability to make them work. So I'm at the public library, where they get really mad if you take a transmission apart over their keyboard. Look, people, the keyboard catches the spring clips when they go flying out. Would you rather have this or me crawling around on the carpet?
When I'm on the side of the road because my futuristic garbage exploded, I can't always use my dumpster-dove flip phone to look up the manual, either. That would require me to buy cellular service, instead of just calling 911 and asking the firefighters to transfer my call every time (don't ask the cops to do it.) The only way forward is to assume there was no manual at all. Doing so also prevents me from receiving additional frustration, when I jump through all these hoops to find out that the fancy online manual does not have a chapter for "this product is now 37 years old and has corroded its entire wiring harness, here's your diagram on where 'purple' goes." Why even bother writing one, assholes?
Sometimes I call up the Haynes service manual people, and yell at them, telling them to make a print manual again. Then I tell them what I had to go through because of the eternal obsolescence cycle of all things electronic. Then they make me a job offer, which I refuse because it would mess with my unemployment payments. I'm holding out for an offer from Chilton. If it was good enough for Frank Herbert, it's good enough for me.
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while i do think itâs partially true that transformers is kinda weak right now in terms of direction, media presence and largely as a franchise, i think Transformers One did more for the average person that people say it did. That filmâs drama between the robotsâwhich was sorely missing in all the Bay filmsâmade regular people understand that Transformers are characters with emotions, lives, and meaningful conflict. And that also made people understand the fandom moreâthat the drama between the robots, as characters, is a crucial element to what gets people engrossed in Transformersâit is what some people truly care about, not just Cool Robot Turn Into Thing, but the glue that holds it all together.
Transformers One made Transfomers click for average people. Not many, (since it financially underperformed like hell for those unaware) but it did that for more people than just about any other piece of TF media.
I definitely think there's some truth to this. TF One didn't do crazy box office numbers, but box office numbers aren't everything. General audiences might not have cared, but a good number of animation and/or sci-fi nerds definitely saw the movie due to positive word of mouth. I've seen more than a few people on social media have their Frank Reynolds "oh my god, I get it" moment upon seeing the robot melodrama and the political themes in the movie, and then decide to get into the comics and cartoons from there. This is the most people have been talking about the IDW comics in years! And frankly that's way more meaningful to me than if it had been another billion-dollar smash hit that everyone stopped thinking about the second the credits rolled
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It is March 18th, 1975: the Vietnam War is a month away from officially ending, Towering Inferno is top of the Box Office Charts, and like every Tuesday night you tune into CBS to watch your favorite evening TV shows. Only tonight is the season finale of the 3rd season of M*A*S*H, and it is an episode that will drastically change the course of the series; an episode that will touch its viewers so deeply that it will stay with them for decades after. Or, as my mom puts it, one that âimpacted a generation.â Needless to say, heavy spoilers ahead for the episode and the show.
Season 3, episode 24, âAbyssinia Henryâ aired at 8:30pm on Tuesday March 18th, 1975. The episode followed the M*A*S*H crew bidding a fond farewell to lovable Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake, who had finally received his long-awaited discharge. Over the course of 3 critically acclaimed seasons, M*A*S*H carved a place for itself in the weekly rituals of millions of Americans. Many of these viewers were children, who watched such shows as M*A*S*H, Happy Days, and All in the Family, alongside their parents and older siblings. The characters they saw weekly on the TV became not only a part of their routine, but members of the family. Grandparents, cousins, aunts and unclesâ most children see such relatives a few times a year at holidays and family gatherings; but Hawkeye, Trapper, Margaret, Radar, Klinger, Frank, Father Mulcahy, and of course Colonel Blakeâthey were in your home, laughing along with you and your loved ones, weekly.
But again, tonightâs episode is different.
A tearfully fond farewell to Henry at the chopper pad is followed by the episodeâs final scene. It is set in the operating room where, as always, the laugh track is silenced. Even writing this, I can feel my heart sink into my stomach as I picture Radar OâReilly pushing through the doors of the O.R.
The camera holds on Radar as he delivers the news that Henry Blakeâs plane was shot down over the Sea of Japan. And like millions of other Americans, the final words of the episode ring in my ears: âThere were no survivors.â
Radar exhales to the silent room, the camera pans around to the shocked faces of the other characters; the sound of sniffles and their shining eyes the only expressions of grief visible over their masked faces. During the post-fade tag a montage of Henry plays; not that many people remember this partâ I certainly didnât until I forced myself to rewatch the episode on a full rewatch of the series. And like those shocked viewers in 1975, the sweet montage of our beloved Colonel does little to soothe the brutality of the preceding scene.
I was aware that letters were sent into CBS addressed to the M*A*S*H producers after the airing. In his 1998 interview for the Television Academy, creator Larry Gelbart discussed the reception of the episode and the letters that followed. He also mentioned his reasoning behind the choice, and why it was done. Actor McLean Stevenson (Henry Blake) wanted to move on to other things, and Gelbart, along with producer Gene Reynolds, felt that the death of a beloved character would be a poignant reminder that the show takes place during a war; and in war, people who are loved die.
In his interview, Gelbart explained that he and Reynolds responded, by hand, to the letters with this reasoning. He also said that to some he mentioned the recent news story of a plane of Vietnamese refugee children that crashed after leaving Saigon [the first flight of Operation Babylift, as it was known, crashed in early April, not that week in March. But memory is elusive, and the point still stands]. Gelbart and Reynolds invoked this association to have people consider the mechanisms that made them care so deeply for a fictional character, but not for real victims of war.
I remember sitting in the quiet archives center reading room in the basement of the National Museum of American History, opening up the manila folder and beginning to read through the letters. I set up my appointment to see the M*A*S*H Collection over a month earlier, as the collection is housed off site and had to be delivered to the archives center. The archives team was more than gracious to me, and I would not be doing this project without their help.
Now early July, I began to flip through the letters, hand-written on various stationary, until the unmistakable sight of a childâs handwriting came into view. I think Brianâs letter was the 4th or 5th in the first folder (folder 22), and reading it stopped me in my tracks. I know Iâm not the only one who would react that way after reading âI am really sadâ and âage 11â in such short succession. It had never occurred to me that these letters, of course, would also have been written by children.
I was 17 when I watched the episode, and even going into it with Henryâs fate pre-known to me (the follies of the digital age where spoilers are readily available, as well, I suppose, as the nearly half a century of cultural consciousness on the topic) it was still devastating to the point of heavy tears. How then, must a child of 11 have felt? Not only in watching a beloved (if fictional) friend die so suddenly, but then having to wait until the next season (which would not air until September, perish the thought!) These were questions I found myself asking, and though the idea of tracking down these children (now adults) would not occur to me until a few letters later, I figured this letterâs author would be a perfect narrative start for this project...
Credits: Screenshots from The New York Times Timesmachine, 03/18/1975, page 1 & 75. Script photo by @mashhistorian, whose article is very good: https://themashhistorian.com/2025/03/03/script-spotlight-42/ Larry Gelbartâs interview with the Television Academy: https://interviews.televisionacademy.com/interviews/larry-gelbart?clip=21088#about NPR Article: âRemembering the Doomed First Flight of Operation Babylift.â https://www.npr.org/2015/04/26/402208267/remembering-the-doomed-first-flight-of-operation-babylift Smithsonian Online Virtual Archives (SOVA): âM*A*S*H Television Show Collection, 1950-1984, undated, Archives Center, National Museum of American History.â https://sova.si.edu/record/nmah.ac.0117?s=0&n=10&t=C&q=NMAH.AC.0117&i=0#summary
#mash#mash history#mash 4077#m*a*s*h#dearmash1975project#abyssinia henry#Mash 3x24#mash season 3 spoilers#MASH spoilers#henry blake#mclean stevenson#larry gelbart#gene reynolds#television history#1970s
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Tailored Encounters
Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader Warnings: implied age gap, fluff, light romantic tension, no major triggers Word count: 659 Summary: As the daughter of Frank the tailor, youâve always been surrounded by impeccable suits and high-end clients. But none quite as captivating as Harvey Specter. When he starts making regular visits for minor suit "adjustments," you begin to notice a pattern: itâs not just the clothes heâs interested in.
The bell above the door chimed softly, and you didnât even need to look up to know who it was. Youâd recognize that confident stride anywhere.
 âHarvey,â you greeted, glancing up from the workbench where you were adjusting a hem. âBack so soon?âÂ
âFrank in?â he asked, his tone casual.
 You gestured toward the back room. âHeâs on a delivery run. Youâre early, though. The suit isnât ready until Thursday.â
 âActuallyâŠâ Harvey adjusted his already-perfect tie, his gaze sweeping the shop. âI think the cuffs on my last suit might be a little tight. Thought Iâd stop by and have them checked.â
 You raised an eyebrow. âTight cuffs?â Youâd measured that suit down to the millimeter, and you knew it was flawless.Â
âYeah,â he replied, with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âSnug.âÂ
âUh-huh.â You fought back a grin, setting your tools down. âIâll get the measuring tape.âÂ
He didnât seem particularly concerned about the supposed cuff issue. Instead, he wandered around the shop, casually running a finger along the fabric bolts stacked neatly on the shelves. He lingered by the counter, watching as you prepared.Â
âYouâre good at this,â he said suddenly.Â
You blinked, startled. âAt tailoring?âÂ
âAt everything,â he clarified, with a glint of something you couldnât quite place in his eyes.
 The next day, the bell jingled again, and there he wasâHarvey Specter, sharp as ever, holding an accessory box in his hand.Â
âForgot to pick up a tie pin yesterday,â he announced, setting the box on the counter.Â
You gave him a look. âYou donât usually forget things.âÂ
He shrugged. âEven Iâm not perfect.â
 You opened the box to inspect the pin. âThis is the one you ordered last week. Whatâs wrong with it?âÂ
âNothing.â He leaned against the counter, his smirk firmly in place. âBut maybe you can suggest something better.â
 You rolled your eyes but humored him, pulling out a few alternatives. As you showed them, he asked, âSo, are you always here, or do you take time off?âÂ
You tilted your head at the sudden change in topic. âDepends. Why?â
 âJust curious.âÂ
Later that evening, as you were locking up, Harvey strolled in again, no excuses this time. âYouâre late,â you teased, holding the door open for him.Â
âHad a meeting,â he replied smoothly. âI was hoping to catch you.âÂ
You let him in, flicking the lights back on. âDonât tell meâanother cuff issue?â
 âNo,â he admitted, his voice softer than usual. âJust wanted to see how youâre doing.âÂ
You paused, caught off-guard by the sincerity in his tone. âIâm fine. Why do you ask?âÂ
âBecause youâre always busy in here,â he said, gesturing to the shop. âDo you ever take time for yourself?âÂ
You shrugged, fiddling with a stray thread on your sleeve. âItâs a family business. Thereâs always something to do.âÂ
âMaybe you should let someone else handle it for a night.âÂ
âAnd do what instead?âÂ
He smiled, but this time it wasnât his usual smug grin. It was softer, warmer. âLet me take you out to dinner.âÂ
The next day, he returnedâbecause of course he did. This time, there were no pretenses, no accessories to inspect.Â
âI meant what I said last night,â he began, leaning on the counter. âDinner. Just you and me.â
You crossed your arms, feigning skepticism. âIs this another one of your deals? Butter up the tailorâs daughter for a discount?âÂ
He chuckled. âNo deals. Just an honest invitation.âÂ
You hesitated, trying to ignore the way your heart raced. âI donât know, Harvey. You seem like the kind of guy who always has an angle.â
 âNot this time,â he said, his voice steady. âIâll even let you pick the place. No strings attached.â You studied him for a moment, searching for the catch, but all you saw was sincerity. Finally, you relented.
 âFine,â you said. âBut donât expect me to go easy on you.âÂ
âI wouldnât dream of it,â he replied, his grin widening.
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James Sunderland Headcanons/Analysis! (SFW) Stuff about his job, dad, music, tidbits
These are based on Remake James! It's a little easier to come up with headcanons for remake James, since he's a bit more expressive here than the OG. Job:
James is an office clerk (this is confirmed canon), which means he has a job revolving around paying attention to detail. He keeps track of financial records, transactions, orders, supplies, and various other things that an office needs to run smoothly. He's messy, but he's good at his job and has a careful eye for detail. It makes sense for him since he's able to notice small things in Silent Hill that help him progress.
James is well-versed in using office software and spreadsheets, and sometimes is tasked with doing minor trouble-shooting for coworkers. James has an ongoing battle with a faulty office printer.
James prefers this kind of work, even if it doesn't exactly fill him with joy. He's definitely an introvert, but doesn't mind helping others if needed.
James does NOT participate in casual Friday. He always wears his button-down shirt and tie. Prefers not to get too casual about work; he likes to keep those spheres separate. Dad:
James sold his car to help with medical bills that weren't covered by his insurance. His father gave him his old 1977 Pontiac Ventura for free. It's the car his dad drove when he was growing up.
The car barely ran and James taught himself how to fix it. It was his only distraction from Mary's illness.
James has a strained relationship with his father, because he's just super weird. He's caught his dad saying and doing strange things, for instance, holding the box with Walter Sullivan's umbilical cord and just staring at it. One night, James came home from hanging out with his friends, and saw his dad in the kitchen, holding up a knife and staring at the wall as if in a trance. James was freaked out and decided to just come back home in the morning.
This might be dumb and random but I feel like Frank Sunderland doesn't have the best hygiene and his apartment smells. James is probably used to gross stuff. He doesn't like it, but he can deal with it.
James's mom left because she couldn't handle being around Frank anymore. James ended up growing up through his teen years with just his dad. Music:
James strikes me as the kind of guy who listens to The Police, Hall & Oates, maybe REM. Enjoys music with prominent bass lines. He probably listens mainly to hits from different bands as well.
Tends to prefer light rock. Metal isn't really his thing.
James's guilty pleasures are Duran Duran and Cocteau Twins.
I have his shuffle here!:
Tidbits:
James doesn't seem to laugh much, but he does have a sense of humor somewhere in there. Usually it's pretty dry and sarcastic. He appreciates observational humor.
Mary was fond of puns. He always pretended to hate them and roll his eyes, but would end up smiling or chuckling anyway.
James isn't much of a sweets guy, but his favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla. His favorite soda is Coke. He liked Coke floats as a kid. Favorite dessert is apple pie.
Drinks his coffee black.
Tried to tend to Mary's garden when she was sick, but he was overwhelmed by it and being unable to regrow the plants just made him feel worse. He didn't have her green thumb.
#silent hill 2#silent hill#sh2#james sunderland#sh2r#sh2 remake#silent hill 2 remake#james sunderland headcanons#james headcanon#mary sheperd-sunderland#mary sunderland#james and mary
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Be My Valentine - Alastor x Female Reader

â„ïžHAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Also I know Alastor is AroAce, but lets just assume in this fic he is not. Enjoyâ„ïž
It was finally Valentineâs Day in Hell, a little holiday that some demons enjoy doing with their partners and others that find it absolutely ridiculous, like a certain deer demon. Alastor didnât much care for a silly little festivity like this. He found romance a bit ridiculous, but he wouldnât go as far as to make fun of someone else in a relationship, it wasnât who he was. He did find Charlie and Vaggieâs relationship adorable, since he saw how happy the two of them were together. The little sparks between Husker and Angel were easy for him to spot, and it led to lot of teasing at the hands of Alastor, which earned him a middle finger from a certain cat on occasions.
Since it was Valentineâs Day, Charlie thought it would be a great idea to decorate the hotel. Heart paper strings were hanging from the ceiling, along with XOXO and heart balloons on the walls. It wouldnât be Valentineâs Day without some sweets, so Charlie along with Niffty made some chocolate covered strawberries and pretzels for everyone else to enjoy. You were trying to figure out how to help liven the mood. âMusic would be niceâ you thought. Heading over to the record player, you skimmed for any good songs to play. Frank Sinatra was what you picked, and you decided to play that. The melody began to carry out all throughout the lobby, catching everyone ears, causing them to sway. âAh! Excellent choice my dear!â You heard Alâs voice call out from behind you. He was sitting on one of the chairs, with a hot cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a pleasing smile. Smiling back, you made your way over to the couch and took a seat, listening to the tunes.
Soon Charlie came running back, âOkay everyone! Ready to start the Valentine gift exchange!â Before the decorations were put up, Charlie suggested that everyone pitch in and do a Valentine gift exchange. The gifts would be exchanged between two individuals: Charlie + Vaggie, Angel Dust + Husk, Niffty + Sir Pentious, and You + Alastor. Everyone got together and presented the gifts. Charlie had given a bottle of perfume and new hair bow for Vaggie. Vaggie gave Charlie a unicorn plushie and T-shirt with their faces on them. Angel got Husk a fancy bottle of Italian wine. Husk gave Angel a popular perfume from the Lust ring plus some mini outfits for Fat Nuggets. Niffty had actually handmade mini plushies of Sir Pentious and his egg bois. Sir Pentious got Niffty some roses plus a new sewing kit.
Now it was time for you and Alastor to exchange gifts. While you did have something for Al, there was something else you wanted to give him, but it was a surprise. Alastor was smiling down at you, hands behind his back, holding a mini box and bouquet. âHere you are my dear!â He handed you the box and flowers. Ahh he remembered how much you loved (your favorite flowers). Thanking Alastor, you opened the box, which contained a beautiful ruby necklace

âW-ow Al! This is beautiful! Thank you.â Holding the necklace up, you looked up at Alastor, face flushed. âYouâre welcome, my dear! Allow me!â Grabbing the necklace from your hands, he motioned his body behind you, helping to place the necklace around your neck. Turning back around, you pulled out your gift and presented it to Al, âHappy Valentines Day Alâ Grabbing the black box with red ribbon from your hand, he opened it, revealing a new rose tinted monocle. He had broken the one he had before, and didnât have the time to replace it. âAh I needed a new monocle. Thank you kindly, y/n!â Smiling you nodded your head and faced back towards the others
Al looked into the box again and saw a little piece of paper that was placed underneath the monocle. Turning away, he took the paper out and read it:
âáŽáŽáŽáŽ áŽáŽ áŽÊᎠÊáŽáŽê°áŽáŽáŽ áŽáŽ 8 áŽáŽâ
Well well, what was this? Another surprise, perhaps? Smile widening on his face, He placed the paper in his suit pocket, before turning back to everyone like nothing happened. The day continued as normal, with everyone chatting about random topics and participating in some bonding activities like board games and watching some random romance movies. It soon gotten late and it was time for everyone to head to bed, or so you thought. The glances you saw between Charlie and Vaggie hinted that they were going to be doing something else. Even Husk and Angel dust, especially since you saw Angel dragging Husk into his bedroom, well good for them, they make a cute couple. Going to head up and finish your plans, your eyes caught Al who had looked right at you. You smiled and walked away.
**8 PM- Alastors POV**
"Hmm I wonder what the little darling has planned for me?â Al thought to himself, as he made his way to the location you told him in the note. Ascending up the stairs, Al arrived at the door that led to the rooftop and opened it slowly. His eye widen at what he saw. In front of him was a small dinner table with chairs, decorated with candles and roses.

He was left stunned by what he saw. Walking closer to where the table is, he admired the little set-up. "Do you like it?" Turning his head around, Al saw you standing there, wearing a flowy black dress, bright smile place on your face. Alastor looked back at the table, then at you, "Was this the little surprise you had planned for me? If you wanted to have dinner with me, all you had to do was ask, my dear." Alastor gave a soft smile, making his way to you, lifting your chin, "You look positively radiant, darling." His words caused you to flush, "T-thank you. Go and take a seat Al. I'll be right back," Alastor smiled and let you go, heading over to the chair to take a seat.
Soon, you came back holding two plates, the aroma wafting off of them was mouth-watering. Placing them down, the smile on Al's face had widen. In front of him was a tender venison steak, his favorite, along with a side of salad and baked potatoes.

After that, you had grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and poured it into the wine glasses for both you and Al. Once everything was set in place, you slowly took a seat on the other side of the table. "This is my first time cooking venison, so I hope you like it." You fidgeted with your fingers under the table. "This looks spectacular! Thank you my dear!" He grabbed his wine glass and held it up in front of you, "Cheers, my dear!" Smiling, you grabbed your glass, bumping it against Al's, letting out a small clink. The both of you started to eat the meal you prepared, well you were watching Al more than eating, monitoring his reaction. You knew about his diet and what he mainly ate, so last thing you wanted was for him to try the venison you prepared and do a spit-take. The fork in Al's hand, held a piece of steak, and slowly it made its way into his mouth. The whole time you were sitting there, gazing at his reaction to see if he liked it. His expression didn't change, but he went back in for another bite, and another, and another. Heaving a sigh of relief, you were happy that he liked the meal, letting you go back to your meal.
Soon the both of you had finished eating, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Delicious!" Al said, wearing a pleasant smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you in the mood for some dessert?" You said as you got up from the table, and made your way over to grab the dessert that was hidden. Walking back, you placed a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries on the table.

"My dear, you know I'm not a fan of sweets." Al said to you, while looking at the bowl with strained face. "I made these myself using dark chocolate, so they won't be as sweet, trust me." Grabbing one of the strawberries, you held it up towards all, "Say ahh." Al raised an eyebrow at that, but he shook his head, amused at your actions, before taking a bite. Looking at him, you were expecting him to spit it out, but surprisingly he swallowed, "Not bad!"
Whew, glad he liked them. Now it was time to tell him what you were thinking/feeling. "Um Al? Can I ask you something?" Alastor looked at you, smiling like the joker. "Of course my dear! What is it?" He leaned in, placing his elbows on the table, lifting his head up with his hands. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and your palms were sweating. Your eyes looked down at your hands, until you turned your head back up to look at Al. "W-will you be my valentine?" Alastor eyes widen at that statement, but he continued to gaze at you. Feeling nervous, you looked back down to your hands, "Y-you don't have to answer, I understand you find romance and stuff a hindrance." you said. The two of you were sitting in awkward silence, until you heard his chair scrap across the ground, indicating he had gotten up. You knew it, he was going to leave. You had made him upset.
A hand was placed under your chin, making you look up. Alastor hadn't left, he had only gotten up to get closer to you. "Stand up, my dear." He said to you. Moving slowly, you got up from your chair and stood in front of Al. He continued to look down at you, his eyes flashing crimson. Then he got closer, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "What an adorable request! I must admit, developing relationships with another is still new to me. However! I wouldn't mind forming one with you, my dear. I accept!" He whispered all of this in your ear, causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes got teary, as you hugged him back. After a while, Alastor moved a bit, placing one hand under your chin, and the around your back. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were soft. "Happy Valentines day, my doe." His head moved closer to yours, causing you to slowly shut your eyes, letting his lips press against yours in a soft kiss.
~END~
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GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY (op81 x female!reader)
êȘৠwho the hell cares if it is 2024! oscar's one true mission is to show you all his love languages. even the 'outdated' ones..
warnings: tooth rotting fluff!
dating in the modern world is possibly every hopeless romantics most haunting nightmare, their bane of existence if you will. unlike enamoured couples in the fifties, people these days have lost the plot of loving one another, & displaying affection seemingly became equally as difficult as scavenging for a needle in a haystack. most loverboys adapted into heartless playboys alike to all the cliché 2000s chick flicks that the protagonist has their heart stringed tugged by.
on the other hand, oscar piastri would never resemble anything remote to those ruthless segments of crap. afterall his most favourite thing was to cherish you and he had the most unique methods of doing it in this loveless generation.
1. illegally burning cds with all your most adored melodies and harmonies of songs. perhaps the riskiest one of all but it's the thought that counts . for the longest time music has been your escapism, and it's only fair for oscar to gift relaxation for you on a silver platter. sure he could create you a lousy spotify playlist , but it's the effort that adds the cherry on top.
2. sharing a sickenly-sweet milkshake in a time capsulated 80s diner that has been stuck in a forgotten for far too long . the delightful gesture has a silent intimacy, one that's almost to difficult to spot yet it's most definitely present. especially when your foreheads clash together on accident as you both lean in for a long sip of the vanilla treat.
3. holding up a much-too-heavy boom box outside your home, alike to lloyd dobler, in attempt to serenade you using only the most romantic frank sinatra song 'love is here to stay'. all whilst swaying to the sound of the jazzy saxophone and the amorous piano instruments working in symphony. oh what a dork!
4. even remembering the tiniest details about you never fail to make you giddily kick your feet, so it was excellent that oscar didn't happen to have short term memory loss! from how you prefer your coffee down to your silly catch phrases when something unfortunate occured. he remembered them all.
5. dragging you along to a much too exhausted photo booth, a machine in desperate need of repairing yet the damage was what made the gesture all the more amorous. the old strip of film was threatening to rip apart even when brand new, so as one would (or just oscar) he stored it in his phonecase, resembling a display case in a museum which entrapped the most compellingly stunning soul: you!
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