#ill still take requests on this for two or three days btw

[gophergal]

My irl pal J wanted a Boston Jerma, so this one's dedicated to her <3

[EXPRESSION MEME]

[thedailydescent]

The thing is though that it doesn't matter.

People clamor against the idea that Louis ever loved or even liked Armand, and that he was just with him out of fear/to protect Claudia. That narrative quickly falls apart when you look at how completely at ease he was with embarrassing Armand in front of the coven, the promise he made to Claudia that he broke when he tried burning Armand's photo, then couldn't because of the soul he managed to capture. The additional knowledge since 2x03 that Armand is heavily influenced by the coven and their demands, and even after a year and half of them being together, he is still so. How it would have made more sense, if Louis was just with him for survival's sake or to protect Claudia, to leave Paris with Armand already recommending that he leave with his blessing. Madeleine feeling Louis's love for Armand (which wasn't her misreading it as love for Lestat, and, as far as I'm aware, is not canon either). How the very premise of the interview is about Louis processing his grief for Claudia and how he failed her. How the writing, cast, and crew emphasize that Louis feels a certain amount of entitlement towards Claudia, how he never truly put her first despite his best efforts, and how that doesn't make Louis a bad person, but a person shaped by and is stuck in traumatic circumstances.

Same with people accusing Louis of using Armand/not loving Armand the "right way". 95% of garbage "pimp Louis" takes and fics with poor unloved helpless Armand suffering the most from their roleplaying or Louis's cruising. Nevermind what was actually shown onscreen, what the cast and crew tell us.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter if Louis didn't do everything he could to protect Claudia. It doesn't matter if Louis was indeed a terrible partner to Armand (he wasn't btw). Nothing would have justified what Armand did to Louis and Claudia. Louis shouldn't have to be on 24/7 survival mode to avoid him and Claudia being lynched. If Louis had indeed been an awful person to both Claudia and Armand, he still wouldn't have at fault for the trial, or been the reason it happened. He is still the wronged party here. For the deception leading up to it, for the torture, for the racial trauma inflicted on him and past trauma used against him, for being buried and starved in rocks for days, for the murder of Claudia and Madeleine, and for the lies and manipulation 73 years afterwards. Louis doesn't need to be the perfect victim for Armand to still be the bad one. Armand could have prevented it at any time. Louis could not, nor should have had to.

Similar idea to people saying Louis never asked Armand to erase his memories. If we were to take burnt Louis taking a shower after three days as true (which I do), isn't the issue not, "It doesn't make sense therefore Armand is lying", but more, Armand's blood is so powerful it can heal a severely burnt person enough to be able to take a shower within a short period of time, yet he purposefully withheld it from Louis during those 5/6 nights in San Francisco? Or, Armand erased Louis's memories at Louis's request but also included said request for it, leaving him to rely on Armand on what is true and what isn't? Armand doesn't actually look any better here if he's telling the truth!

Likewise, since people parallel the two situations, some people were still questioning for months after Season 1 aired if Lestat had been telling the truth that he didn't kill Paul (which I always believed), that I guess Sam Reid grew impatient with that and finally said "Can we stop asking if Lestat killed Paul?!" or something. And it's true, Lestat didn't mind-control Paul to commit suicide. That still doesn't negate the fact that Lestat did get into Paul's head at dinner threatening him and his family, used his mental illness against him, leaving him frightened for Louis until the day he died. That still doesn't negate the fact that for 26 years, Lestat let Louis sit on whether he did or didn't. Louis died the day Paul was buried, but Lestat never comforted him about Paul, never brought up Paul, and changed the subject whenever Louis brought up his family. Lestat, in short, never considered Louis's grief or paranoia against him, nor cared to. For 26 years, he did not care.

[dwntwn-strnlo]

HEY I LOVE UR WRITING could you do a touch deprived reader afraid of asking for attention or physical touch, and they think matt was angry at them and gave him some space but really he was just very stressed and when matt realized what they wanted he felt guilty and the rest is up to you! Lyy (matt sturniolo btw)

thank you sm for the request! sorry it took so long. love you ❤️

TONE DEAF matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. its kinda different from what you asked, but i hope you like it!

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!

↳ 𝐂𝐖! verbal argument, happy ending

walking into matts room, you sit on the edge of the bed behind him. he just got back from filming a personal video, and is already editing the recordings for it.

you were hanging out with chris in his room when matt got home, and he didnt even let you know he was back. which you will admit, it stung a little. you only found out that he was home when you looked out a window, finding the mini van parked out in the driveway.

"hey," you say, watching him replay the same 5 seconds of the video.

"hey," he mutters, repeating your greeting. but not turning around to give you even a sliver of his attention.

you easily frown, "you didnt tell me you were back," finding that he isnt going to respond, you continue. "you were gone for like three hours, i missed you." you let your light words trail off into the slightly too cold room.

"yeah, sorry. i forgot." his voice is low, and almost like theres a slight bite too it.

"oh," you sigh, tucking your knees up to your chest. still not taking your eyes off the back of his head. "well how was your day? i didnt see much of you since we woke up."

he sighs, a tinge of annoyance lacing his voice. "fine."

you pause before continuing. he clearly put a wall up, and youre just trying to find some sort of crack in the bricks. "what did you do, other than film a video of course." you laugh lightly to yourself.

"god, are you fucking tone deaf?!" he groans, spinning around in his chair to look at you for the first time. his expression is overridden with panic. "clearly i dont feel like talking right now."

his words take you aback. your eyes search his as he processes that he just snapped at you.

"oh . . ." you whisper. your voice fading into a void of nothing. the only sound you hear is the faint whirring of the ceiling fan overhead. "ill give you some space then."

"hey, no- honey . . ."

"no, its fine, matt." you frown, standing up and grabbing your shoes before walking out of the bedroom.

shutting the door, you stop and stand there for several seconds. letting his harsh words wash over you before walking over to the couch and putting your shoes on. matts never snapped at you like this before. he'd always been careful with his words when he was mad or stressed out.

grabbing your car keys, you don't know where your headed, or for how long. you just know you want to go.

. . .

eventually, you pull back into your driveway. you had just drove around and listened to music for a few hours, but you knew you had to come home.

finally glancing at the time sitting on your dash in a glowing shade of blue, you find it to be just after two am. with a sigh, you shut off the engine. getting out of the car to be hit by the cool, autumn air.

walking up the ever so familiar steps from your driveway to your door, you slow your pace down when you see the silhouette of someone sitting on the front porch. once they notice you, they stand up; taking a cautious step in your direction.

"y/n?" matts voice rings out to you. a slight hurt in his tone as he mutters your name.

"what are you doing out here?" you sigh, stepping around him to get to the front door.

"you know i couldnt fall asleep until i knew you were safe." his voice is sad and low as he mumbles the words out to you.

"well im safe, so go to sleep, matt." you snap. instantly regretting it, but you don't let your expression falter under the the dim glow of the dying porch light.

"baby, can we talk? please?" he pleads, running his hands down his face. "i feel awful for yelling at you earlier."

you stay silent. darting your eyes across his disheveled face as you wait for him to go on.

"i just - i feel stupid." he whispers, trying hard to not let tears fall. "i shouldve communicated to you that i was stressed out. but i didnt, and i let myself snap at you."

"matt . . ." you frown.

"im sorry, baby. i really am. and i understand if you still want some space and time to yourself, but i wont be able to fall asleep until you know how sorry i am.

"just please dont go to bed upset with me. i love you too much to let that happen."

you gently smile at the boy, walking over to him and pull him into a much needed hug. "its alright love, you dont need to apologize. i understand that your going through a rough time right now."

he nods, nuzzling his nose into the top of your head. "i love you so, so much, darling. i hope you know that."

you smile, nodding against his chest. "i know, honey, i know. love you forever."

matt tightens your embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "forever and always."

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@slvt444smvt @thetriplets3 @theboyz-delulu @stxrniqlo @ifilwtmfc @iha8you @oneirophobic

[justsomerandomfanfic]

If you don't mind, could I please get a Lotr matchup 🥺 I saw that your requests are open and got really excited. I'd like a male ship please! I'm a 21 year old autistic girl who uses a lot of names and aliases. I also have ADHD and am chronically ill with things like asthma, joint pain and both (mild) kyphosis and scoliosis, but I still keep surprisingly active despite it. I'm known for having pretty legendary pain tolerance too, haha. Though because I'm still disabled, I tend to be a bit of a homebody and am very attached to my home.

Personality-wise, I'm simultaneously extremely level-headed and stubborn as a bull; I make my choices wisely, but I'm also quite fierce when I feel the need to be, and I don't give up easily. I've been called wise before and I tend to give good advice, though I can also be a bit of a hermit sometimes when I don't feel like talking. I'm a weird mix between very scholarly and very active, I love working out and getting strong but I'm also addicted to learning new things and reading. I tend to collect books on witchcraft, herbalism (both for healing and poisons) and cooking. Speaking of which, I love cooking, baking, sewing, gardening, caring for horses and I work as a librarian at the moment.

My personality tends to throw people off a little, mainly because I'm very sweet and friendly but also a little off-putting. Both because I come from a family with a morbid sense of humor, and because I do genuinely enjoy messing with people a little. I'm a solid true to chaotic neutral. The kind of person who would joke about poisoning people but given that I know so much about plants you might actually get worried that I would, despite me being very friendly to you just five minutes ago. I'm just that kind of person, I guess, I like to keep people on their toes. That being said, my friendly side is no facade, and there's little I love more than helping people, I actively go out of my way to do it. I especially like feeding people and making new recipes for others to try. I'd say my major flaws are that I'm stubborn, I don't forgive easily, and I can be a little sassy and passive aggressive when I get tired or upset.

As for my appearance, I am very very short and very skinny, though I'm moreso lean since I enjoy working out. I actually have decently large biceps but it's contrasted with a Disney princess-esque waist which I find kinda funny. I have very long wavy reddish-brown hair (I describe it as “strawberry brunette”), and I wear glasses. I like to take relationships very very slowly and develop a solid friendship before considering dating someone, so I really don't want someone who takes things too fast. I'm also not a fan of overly flirty people, even if they're completely loyal to me I just get turned off by over the top displays of affection.

Alright I think that's about it! Sorry if this is too long! (Btw I think I might have requested a matchup from you before but I love your writing so much that I want to get one again, I really hope that's okay ;-;) Have a good day!

Hello! Welcome back! No worries, you can request as many matchups as you want! <333 I hope you like the matchup this time too :)

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(Romantic);

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Lord Of The Rings;

Faramir:

✨ You met Faramir with Gandalf and Pippin, unfortunately, Denethor doesn't really like the three of you, that's Denethor for you; but it wasn't long until you got to meet Faramir - the younger brother of Boromir, and for some reason, you both felt a connection between the two of you

✨ During your stay, you and Faramir got to know each other more, taking walks when possible and talking about your interests and even bonding over shared interests - when you told him about your collection of books on witchcraft and herbalism at home, he was impressed; you told him that one of the reasons you joined the Fellowship was because you were a good healer (other than that, you loved adventure, and could do and few spells here and there)

✨ After Faramir got shot by that arrow though, you stayed by his side the entire time, and only then - realizing how close you were to losing him - did you come to realize that you had grown incredibly fond of the young man of great quality; whilst he was in his little healing coma though, you would sit and read to him

✨ Once he had finally awakened, he was surprised to have found you by his bedside - his heart went (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ - and soon, you both found yourself courting; you would often bring him little baked goods, and Faramir would sometimes gift you books on new, interesting topics when he finds them

✨ You and Faramir are very similar to each other - being passionate, caring, and intelligent - you both are very much never gonna give each other up, or let each other down, or run around, or desert each other

[reaperkaneki]

top five most surreal moments irl that only stuck with me the way they did because im a terminally online otaku clown:

the week my workplace kept getting prankcalled by some dumbass kid asking if we had pikachu hentai. thus resulting in me having to explain what hentai is not once, but twice, to two of my white women managers who are both grandmas and barely know what anime is. then the little shit actually came into the store and asked me directly, and in a fit of rage i had a gamer moment, told him to leave, and threatened to kill him. he nodded, understanding, and then proceeded to walk his ass to the front doors, whereupon he paused, took a deep breath, and yelled at the top of his lungs, can i get some pikachu hentai, and left.

the last time we hit the karaoke bar at a jp-style place where there’s also private rooms available. it was not our first bar of the night, so we were slightly buzzed, and walking in, three of us stopped dead in our tracks. because hold on. i know this song. what the fuck is this song. and we look up at the tv and the lyrics are in jp except the last line weigh anchor wait holy shit is this motherfucker singing the fucking? kancolle opening? yknow? the ww2 imperialist japan shipgirl series? (also i always thought that line was wake up but in retrospect weigh anchor makes sense i guess). (they’d queued up cruel angel’s thesis right after and fucking struggled so i actually did take pity on them and sang the first verse up through the chorus because i do actually know the lyrics to that one and i’m better than them. even w/o a mic.)

the day right after our local anime con while i was still completely exhausted because i’m an idiot who never remembers to request monday off, where i was, in typical customer service fashion, chatting up two guys in the weeb section of the store, and they let slip that they went to the same con, and i accidentally let slip that i had also attended, which is like. fine. normal. except they asked what i cosplayed as, and anyway long story short i think perhaps we should invent technology that will automatically teleport customers away from an overall sfw retail establishment if they have seen a worker’s ass in fishnets. (it’s fine, they weren’t like. weird about it. but dear god. mortifying ordeal indeed.)

when my bf and i went to a ramen place and i suddenly, before even sitting down to eat, felt violently ill and had to run to the restroom to puke. and as i was kneeling there, on the tile, bile surging up my throat, i realized i recognized the song. and it was neither a jpop song nor an american radio song. it was. from fucking rwby. and as i reached for the paper towels, there was also, conveniently, a mouthwash dispenser. with little disposable cups. (this was in an american mall, btw.)

when my bf and i went to a different ramen place (smaller, local, used to go there often) and we sat down to eat, and jpop is fine and normal and expected here, but what i did not expect was the tv broadcasting not sports, but esports. they were playing the fucking overwatch league? what. why. literally why.

[lavender-at-heart]

could u do dating bella swan as a werewolf!fem!reader?<33 loved your galadriel headcanons

𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓:

Pairing: Bella Swan x fem!werewolf!reader

Warnings: a bit angsty

Notes: tysm for the request your so sweet! Sorry this took a little while to get out btw. Requests are open and feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

- Coco ❤️

You were Jacobs cousin but spent most of your time with him and Billy rather than your family.

You had seen/met Bella once or twice but you were very little and don't remember much

But you have met Charlie Swan, he always seemed like a nice man and often invited you and your family over to watch a baseball game.

When news of the infamous Bellas moving to Forks you were relatively unfazed.

But Jacob was chomping at the bit to get to know her.

You met her the same time jacob did and it was hard to watch the two interact, but she seemed sweet(and very pretty).

Unlike your cousin you actually attended Forks high-school, it was closer to home.

You noticed Bella was a bit shy and socially awkward so you invited her into your friend group and hit it off well.

And when she started taking a interest in a certain blood sucking freak you were sure to steer her in the right direction.

And she listened to your advice

For three days.

She had said some bs about how you wouldn't be able to change her mind about seeing him so it's not worth the fight. And you gave up because you rlly wanted things to work between the two of you.

And you didn't really mind, I mean yes it was dangerous but Bella could take care of herself[and the fact that you had a real big crush on her]. You didn't mind that is until she started ditching you.

"Oh sorry y/n I can't tonight... I'm going to the movies with Edward"

Or "I promised Edward I'd study with him, can't jacob help you?"

It hurt you to say the least and Bella was so blinded by her crush for Edward she didnt even notice.

By Bellas birthday your relationship had practically withered away but you still got her a present. A handmade booksleeve in her favorite colour.

And then...the accident happened. The Cullens left Forks abruptly leaving a heartbroken Bella and a confused town.

You didn't really know what happened but according to Billy, nothing good.

And as selfish as it sounds you were glad you got to get back in touch with her.

You helped her get over her stupid breakup, reminding her that Edward didn't deserve her whatsoever.

You comforted her and let her cry in your arms

You made sure she ate well and got enough sleep

And you even made a bonfire with Jacob and your friends to burn all of Bellas photos, clothing and memories of Edward.

Things were going great until you started distancing yourself.

Making up illnesses and just flat our ignoring her seemed better than the truth, I mean you just couldn't tell her.

She thought that you were ignoring her because of how she treated you before. She felt like a jerk.

So of course when she shows up to Jacobs and demands to see you, things don't go swimmingly.

She finds out and she's...honestly not as shocked as she should have been

" look Bella I understand if you don't wanna talk to me anymore, I'm surprised you can even look at me-"

"Y/n I've already been through the whole my friend is a mythical creature thing. Besides who will I complain about the rain to?"

And then she realized she really did eff up pretty badly with you when she was dating Edward and it wasn't ok.

You were studying- or at least trying to study when you were interrupted by bella throwing rocks at your window.

You looked down onto the yard where she was standing and holding up a sign that read "I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE SAID THIS SOONER BUT WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME? p.s im sorry for being a jerk :(" And a bouquet of your favorite flowers to top it off.

You excitedly nodded and quickly got ready for a impromptu date.

You guys went to a drive in movie, sat in the back of her truck and kissed under the stars~

Ok but Bella would be really good with dates

Like hiking to some obscure spot just cuz there's pretty flowers? It's a no brainer for her

You help her cook for her dad and Charlie loves you like a seccond daughter

You read and stargaze together on her roof

You make picture albums with the camera her dad got her for her birthday.

And she constantly finds she keeps "misplacing" her sweaters and flannels

You guys are really the power couple of Forks no matter what the creepy homophobic old guys say🏋‍♂️

Your families already get along great with each other so there's really no fuss when it comes to that.

Jacob is a little miffed that you "stole" Bella from him but she reassures him that he'd never stand a chance.

You get engaged 2 years after high-school, which seems pretty early but you know you'll never ever find someone as great as bells in Forks

The wedding is small but that's the way you both wanted it

It's in her backyard, in the forest and the reception is at her house.

Ok I lokey hate her wedding dress(no shade if you like it tho!) So let's say she wore this one, it's close enough but much better(in my opinion)!

And ofc u wear whatever u want!

Bella lokey loves wolf version of you, I mean the piggyback rides are insane.

And your just so fluffy, great cuddle material.

You guys have a quiet simple life but it's never boring.

If you decide to have children I'm thanking the God's it won't be named Renesme.

You guys love to cook together and try new recipes

She eventually gets used to the rain and gloom of Forks. It seems to be growing on her tbh

Sometimes you'll be sitting on your bed watching a old movie and both of you will just sit and laugh about what life would gave been like if Edward had stayed in Forks.

[onlymexsarah]

Jealousy || Jesper Fahey

Request: "hey i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you could write something with jesper? maybe with him being jealous of everyone that flirts with the reader or something like that lol, i just want jealous jesper. you are amazing btw i love your kaz’s stories!! <3"

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader

Warning: just flirt and my english :)

A/N: Thank you sweety! I'm so happy you liked it, and I hope you are gonna like this too! I'm sorry if it's short, but I have to admit I've never written something about Jepser nor I've never thought about him in that way, and it was a funny challenge, hope you'll appreciated what I've written❤

Working for Kaz Brekker meant that your life was in danger six days on seven when the luck was on your side, but that didn't stop you from having fun.

Not only you were part of the dregs, but you also were Nina's best friend, and that meant that no woman and no man had any chance to say no to you, not when you flirted with them.

It wasn't a secret that you loved fun, and just like Nina and Jesper you loved having people's eyes on you. Kaz knew that the three of you could easily flirt your way out from any trouble if needed to.

"Green or red?" you asked Nina with two dress in your hands.

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Definitely green." she answered without looking, she was too focus tailoring her makeup in the mirror.

From the high of his ruthlessly, Kaz Brekker had given to all of you the free night, and you had decided to go out with your friends and have fun.

"Still try to make Jesper admitting his feelings?" asked Nina while you brushed your hair.

"Jesper is Jesper, he flirts with everyone. If he doesn't a move, then there is an entire city that is waiting to do it." you said with more confident than you felt. Jesper Fahey was the boy who had fucked up your mind since the beginning, with his witty remarks and his flirty personality, you had fell for him as a kruge fell in Kaz's pocket.

You didn't want to have to go and console yourself with strangers, but at the same time you couldn't wait Jesper forever.

Nina chuckled helping you with your hair and then walking with you downstairs. "Let see if we can find a worthy partner for you, Y/n."

They reached Matthias and Jesper outside the Slat; you had the suspect that Inej would have stayed sat on Kaz's window all night keeping him company.

Matthias had to shut Jesper's mouth when you girls arrived. He was devouring you with his eyes and the Fjerdan couldn't hold a smirk.

Damn it. Did you plan to seduce all Ketterdam that night? Because he would easily surrender at you.

When you approached he composed himself. "I can't decide if you look amazing in that dress or if you'd look better without it."

He winked and saw a little blush on your cheek, but if you were shy you hid it very well with a sly smirk. "I guess you're gonna have to see yourself."

"It's a primise then." he said before the four of you started walking around the streets of Ketterdam.

Your relationship had always been like that. Jesper couldn't deny that his comments had become more true and spontaneous, he couldn't help it, and it was hilarious for the people around you, because it was oblivious how you both felt toward each other for everyone but you.

"Love, I don't think we can afford a table here." Matthias said to Nina once they stopped in front of one of the most fancy pub in Ketterdam.

"Leave me and Y/n deal with that." she winked taking your arm with hers and bringing you at the counter where the owner, a beautiful Kaelish woman, stood.

Jesper stayed at the door with Matthias looking you and Nina flirting with the woman. He saw how her eyes were on you while you giggled and smiled at her. He couldn't hear what you were saying, but it seemed that it was working because now the woman had her arms rested on the counter, her face close to yours.

"Hard, isn't it?" asked knowingly Matthias beside him. "See the girl you like flirting with someone else and obliviously being reciprocated."

"They are Nina and Y/N, they always do...that" Jepser said waving his hands in the air to point you girls. "You are the one who find it strange."

"Maybe you are right, but it's one of the things I love about her. But still, it's not a shame admitting you are jealous...I am too."

He didn't have time to answer that you and Nina arrived with two huge smiles on. I am not jealous. "Guess who has a table as a gift of the house?"

"We do, don't we?" asked Jesper excited.

"Yes! Come." you said taking his arm and bringing him at the table with Nina and Matthias behind you.

"You have to thanks Y/n, she did all the work. The owner couldn't take off her eyes from her as she talked." said Nina smirking as Jesper shifted on his seat.

"I was lucky she liked my accent." you waved your hand in the hand as it was nothing.

Nina chuckled. "More like she wanted to hear you moaning with your accent in her bedroom."

Jesper and Matthias choked themself with their drinks while you started laughing. "At least my beautiful accent gave us a table and free drinks."

You enjoyed the night, drinking and dancing. Jesper knew that people flirted with you everyday, but he thought that someone was pranking him that night. Every time he turned around someone was talking with you, making you giggle or blush. He was getting crazy.

Couldn't they just...walk away?

He moved closer to you at some point and took you into a conversation everytime he saw someone approaching.

You noticed that something annoyed Jesper, but you couldn't figure out what. You all were having fun, even if with your disbelief he hadn't danced with anyone but you. Was he ill?

"I'll go and take two drinks, stay here dove." he said in your ear walking away and disappearing behind the crowd.

You stayed there for while when a young man of few years older than you approached smiling. "You must be the star of the night because no one is shining like you."

You tried your best to not laugh. "And you must be in the wrong place, the circus in on the other side of the city."

"Ouch, pretty and quick-witten. A letal combination." he said amused.

You shrugged. "What can I say, Ketterdam made me."

You two kept talking about silly things keeping the flirt in the air. He was the one more eager, you were just waiting Jesper but the company of a pretty man wasn't bad at all.

You were laughing at one of his joke when an arm took your waist and squeezed you. "Piss off dude, she is with me."

You watched Jesper with widened eyes as he burned the man with his eyes.

"She didn't seem so to me." said the man annoyed.

"Well sorry to disappoint you. Now go away if you don't want trouble."

"Jesper!" you didn't know what was happening. You had been talking with people all night and he hadn't said a word, so why now was different?

"It's fine, I'll go." you and Jesper remained alone and he looked like nothing happened.

"Drink?" he said offering you one glass.

You shoke your head astonished and walked away toward the door. You needed fresh air and stay as far away as possible from him.

"Y/n!" you heard his voice behind you but you didn't care. What was wrong with him? He had never had such behaviour in none of your nights out. "Y/n wait!" He followed you outside, the drinks forgotten somewhere inside. "Tell me what's wrong."

"What was that?" you asked crossing your arm in front of your chest.

"What was what?" he said confused making you rolling your eyes.

"You were...rude. You had no reason to threat him like you did."

You could see in his eyes that he didn't know what to say. He looked for an good lie but it was hard under your inquisitors eyes. "Y-you were suppose to be with me!"

"So? That never stopped you from finding other partners." you raised an eyebrow obliviously.

He gave a quick look around, as if something could help him, but when his eyes fell on you again he knew he had to tell the true otherwise he could loose you.

"I was annoyed, alright? All those people flirting with you, saints I couldn't even turn around a moment that someone had already approached you." he agitated his hands in the air while you widened your eyes.

"Why should it bother you anyway?" you asked defensive.

He looked at you astonished, as if you were asking why the water was wet. "Because I like you! Hadn't been oblivious enough these past months?!" Now your mouth was a bit hopen, speechlees. He seemed to notice what he had said after few seconds. "Oh...it would be too late saying that it's not true, wouldn't it?"

You nodded quickly. "Yes, definitely too late."

"Well, you weren't suppose to find out like this. I had planned something like a date, maybe with some candles and a good view, but I guess that in front of a pub in the Barrel sounds fine too." he tried to joke shrugging while you were still processing his words.

"You are still in time, the night is not over for that date." you sounded casual but you couldn't hold your smile while you said it.

He looked at you surprised before smiling like a child. "Let's tell Nina and Matthias we are leaving then."

You walked inside the pub, both smiling like idiots, before you felt a hand on you wrist that turned you around and a pair of soft lips on yours. Jesper was kissing you while he kept you close with his right hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, and you didn't think twice about putting your hands behind his neck.

"I have to make sure no one will flirt with you again tonight." he said seductively with a smirk a few inches from your mouth making you blush.

[the-last-kenobi]

If you’re still taking prompts: 22. “When you’re feeling better, I swear, we’ll talk this out.” Qui-Gon& Obi-Wan. You’re writing is so lovely btw!!

Yay, more prompts! And I do love this one. Thank you for choosing it!

CW: this one got rather dark. there are heavy implications of and references to attempted assault of a minor, child death, and other horrors of war.

From this various prompts list.

Requests are currently closed.

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They were three days out from Coruscant when the fever made a turn for the worse.

The Jinn/Kenobi team had been deployed to Calzec III to investigate the disappearance of an ambassador, an assignment that had led them down very dark paths into the minds and heart of a planetary society.

A mere two days into their investigation, Obi-Wan had vanished — kidnapped, it was quickly discovered, by the party responsible for the disappearance and murder of the ambassador.

Qui-Gon had assumed that the six days between Obi-Wan’s abduction and his recovery would be the worst of it.

That the growing dread inside him that had gnawed away at his concentration and serenity, the likelihood that he would not reach his apprentice in time, his fears that Obi-Wan was being hurt, would be the most difficult things to handle.

Or even the mingled relief and panic when he had finally found his sixteen-year-old Padawan bound and unconscious in a cellar with a floor half-flooded in dirty water — that after that, they had survived the worst.

He was mistaken.

Obi-Wan was ill when he was pulled out of that cellar. There was no one to trust and nowhere to flee except off-planet, and the the distance between Calzec III and the nearest medically advanced planet was no shorter than simply returning to Coruscant.

So he set a course for Coruscant and settled Obi-Wan in his bunk, stripping off the soiled clothing he had been wearing since his kidnapping and replacing them with a clean set of tunics.

The boy was exhausted, unfocused; his skin was clammy to the touch and he had brief periods where he seemed fully awake and mostly functional.

After the first day of hyperspace travel, they had settled into a routine. Qui-Gon kept to the cockpit, while Obi-Wan kept to his bunk and the fresher, trying to rest and to contain his illness. Qui-Gon knocked periodically on his door, reassuring himself that his apprentice was all right.

And that he was there, because working alone on a hostile planet without knowing anything of his Padawan’s wellbeing aside from being sure that he was in danger had been more of a trial than he was willing to admit, even to himself.

And then, on the third day, he knocked lightly on the door and received no reply.

“Obi-Wan?” he called.

He thought he heard an indistinct mumble. Qui-Gon chuckled, imagining the boy emerging from his blankets like an irritated loth-cat, rumpled and annoyed.

Then Obi-Wan screamed.

Qui-Gon’s mind conjured — for a split second — a new version of the image he had pictured in his mind for over a week — his Padawan, attacked in his sleep — drugged — dragged from his bed —

Then he blinked and the image vanished. Qui-Gon inhaled sharply and pressed on the entry pad, opening the door. He stepped inside the cramped cabin and was relieved to see the boy securely in his bed, the room completely absent of any impossible intruders. But Obi-Wan’s face was flushed with fever, and he was struggling beneath his blankets, thrashing as if he were actually being attacked.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said firmly, shaking his shoulder. “Obi-Wan, wake up.”

The Padawan didn’t seem to register Qui-Gon’s presence at all. He struggled with his bedsheets, small whimpers escaping his lips as he fought.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon said more sharply. “Wake up now!”

Obi-Wan rolled onto his side and dry heaved, his eyes flying open. His Master dropped to his knees beside the bed, running a hand soothingly up and down the boy’s arm. “It’s all right,” he said. “You were dreaming.”

“C-C—” Obi-Wan choked.

“Shh,” Qui-Gon said again.

“Cerasi—”

Qui-Gon’s heart plummeted. Obi-Wan was not coherent, that was obvious.

The boy had not mentioned that name in over two years.

“Padawan, you must focus,” he said softly. “This is not Melida/Daan. We are on a ship, heading home.”

“Cerasi is…”

…dead…

“…gonna… kill you.” Obi-Wan’s words, and the sheer venom in them, shocked the Jedi Master. Obi-Wan was still struggling, but more slowly now, almost as if he didn’t realize he was doing so. His eyes flickered feverishly to the middle distance, seeing things that weren’t there.

“Padawan…” Qui-Gon said slowly.

“Let them go!” Obi-Wan shrieked suddenly. One arm came loose from the blankets and missed striking his Master by inches. “Let them go, they’re too young! Let them go let them go let them go!”

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon seized his Padawan by the shoulders.

Bloodshot blue eyes suddenly snapped directly onto Qui-Gon’s face, but instead of calming, Obi-Wan’s panic only increased. “Get off me!” He screamed, twisting, kicking, squirming away. “Don’t… don’t you touch me! Stop, stop, stop!” he was wailing now, utter despair twisting his face beyond recognition. “Please don’t!”

Qui-Gon released his Padawan as if burned. He pulled away sharply, horror rising in him, tasting bile.

I wasn’t — I wouldn’t —

It’s a fever dream —

A memory?

Qui-Gon tasted bile. “No,” he heard himself say aloud. “No.”

Obi-Wan had squirmed away, pressing himself flat against the wall the bed rested against, his body curling inwards — the last defense of the helpless, the frightened. The abused.

“I won’t,” he was saying frantically. “I won’t. Get out. Get out. They’re flying in the morning, they’re flying — Nield said — we tried to take the tank but — we lost too many — no. I tried! I did!”

Obi-Wan fell abruptly silent again, staring vaguely, his breaths coming in uneven little puffs. Sweat glistened on his brow, in his hair.

Qui-Gon wanted desperately to reach out and touch his shoulder, wipe his brow, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, terrified of causing another panicked outburst, of hearing —

I don’t know what happened on Melida/Daan.

“Trevor, Meola, Hanta, Chassi, come with me,” Obi-Wan said, still gazing vacantly. His voice, however, was firm. “We need to clear the streets. Gather up the bodies. Any pieces large enough to carry. Leave anything too small.”

I never asked him. I just assumed. He told me about the end of the war and Cerasi’s murder and I never thought to ask for more.

“Hanta?” Obi-Wan said. He coughed. Kept trying to talk even though he could barely breathe. “Hanta? Dammit… she’s gone. Infection. Infection. We’re out of medicine. We’re out. They can’t. I won’t go. They can’t they can’t. Get out.”

Obi-Wan dissolved into jumbled sentences, his eyes fluttering open and shut and open again, his cheeks blazing with fever.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon whispered.

“Cerasi?”

“Obi-Wan.”

“I can ask,” Obi-Wan said, and he sounded very small, so uncertain, nothing like the slowly-more-confident but quiet Padawan who had accompanied him last week. “I could. But he’s not. He’s not. He left, he doesn’t — he doesn’t want me.”

Another chill swept through Qui-Gon. He held his breath, waiting for more, not wanting to hear it but needing to know.

“He left me, I’m not meant — he said I wasn’t meant to be — I’m not good enough for it, Cerasi,” Obi-Wan murmured. His eyes fell closed again. He almost seemed to be sleeping. “He was right about… right about me. I’m not. Not. I can ask. He might not… come back. For you. For you he might. He’s good. Not me. Not me.”

Qui-Gon dropped his head onto the bedsheets, his breath sharp and painful in his chest.

I never asked.

“Nield. I will ask. I’ll ask the Jedi I will, I will. I’m not one of them. For you. I’ll ask for you.”

We never talked about it.

“The little ones, Cerasi. I can watch them. I’ll watch them today. My fingers. The man, he broke my fingers in the alleyway. I’ll watch the little ones, little ones. It’s story time, Jilo. Shhh.”

I let everything that happened afterwards consume it. Consume me.

“Qui-Gon doesn’t want me,” Obi-Wan said, so, so softly, his tone perfectly reasonable. Calm. “My fault. I’m not. It’s okay. I’ll talk to them. It’s okay. I want to… I want to go home. He doesn’t want me. He doesn’t,” Obi-Wan’s voice cracked. “I want to go home.”

My Padawan.

With utmost care, Qui-Gon rose to his feet, feeling the floor sway beneath him as if he were at sea and not flying through hyperspace.

He went to the fresher and poured a glass of water and dampened a rag, carrying them both back to the beside. He set the glass on a table, and seated himself cautiously on the side of the bed, radiating as much calm as he could, trying to make his presence known through their training bond.

It must have worked, because Obi-Wan did not panic or flinch away from the person sitting beside him. Or perhaps he was simply too tired, delirious to the point of vacancy.

Qui-Gon reached out with one hand and gently pressed the boy back against his pillows, resting the cool cloth against his forehead once he had settled. He kept his hand there for awhile, and gently stroked the sweat-soaked hair with his thumb, watching the boy’s eyelids flicker as he began to doze, to dream.

With his other hand, Qui-Gon gently took one of Obi-Wan’s, holding it gently as if it were fragile, a treasure beyond price.

“Oh, my boy,” he whispered, and was not shocked to taste salt on his lips as he spoke. “Sleep now. When you wake, we will talk, I swear it. We’ll talk about everything. Anything you want.”

Obi-Wan continued to dream.

As he fell deeper into sleep, his fingers curled gently around Qui-Gon’s, and he did not let go.

fin.

[d0llpie]

hey can i request prompt 47 with tanaka also super angsty like i want to cry

Miscarriage

tanaka x reader

Prompt: “i lost the baby”

Trigger warnings: miscarriage, heavy angst, like really a whole lot of painful angst just angst

a/n: thanks for the request, i hope you cry <3 I will be making a part 2 btw

wc: 2.6k part 2

You were arguing with Tanaka, again. It started when he came home around an hour ago, three hours past when you planned a date with him. It had taken ages for you to convince him to go on a proper date since he was always ‘busy’. You needed to tell him you were pregnant, wanted to celebrate with him. Instead you were left with 50 unread messages and Tanaka waltzing in the house as if nothing was wrong. When he came and kissed you on the cheek “hey baby” like nothing had happened you snapped. “Where the fuck were you Ryu?” you stood up from the kitchen bench and begun throwing accusation after accusation at him while he just stood shocked, belittling you for ‘overreacting’ at his ‘simple mistake’.

“Oh you want me to apologize for being stood up? Hm?” You throat felt raw from the screaming, desperately just wanting him to apologize and tell him about the baby so you could make up and move on. Tanaka, stubborn as ever, wouldn’t let that happen. “I never said that, you’re working yourself up, stop stressing yourself out.” His calm tone only irked you even more, he could at least pretend to care. “What were you doing that had you so pre-occupied? Or should I ask who?” he snapped his head towards you, visibly annoyed, at least you finally caught his full attention. “What the fuck y/n? Are you seriously accusing me of cheating because I forgot about your stupid date? You know we can go on a date any other time why are you acting like such a bitch right now? Fuck sake you’re so dramatic.” You fought back the tears in your eyes, slamming your fist down on the table “When was the last time we went on a date- a real one? I wanted to spend some time with you ALONE for once to talk to you, but instead you can’t even tell me why you were soo busy to even send me a text cancelling.” A few stray tears slipped out in frustration, but you continued to glare at him, egging him on further. “I was out with some friends Jesus y/n, why do you have to bring your insecurities into everything.” You were hit with a wave of nostalgia, he’d said that line to you when you started dating in high school.

“Tanaka, hey baby, I was wondering if you wanted to come to my class to eat lunch today, I want to tell you something” You smiled up at your boyfriend as he smiled back “Of course baby! I gotta go to practice, want to come watch?” he pecked your cheek quickly, smiling widely at you proudly “Oh sorry, I have to study for a text next period but I’ll see you at lunch!” his face dropped but the bell rang, signaling your next class “Bye Tanaka!” you waved cheerily as he walked back towards the gym.

y/n: Hi, I’m in my class for lunch now :) see you soon <3

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You frowned holding the homemade lunch you had wanted to give him. After around 15minutes you realized he wasn’t coming. You went to the gym to see if he was there with Noya, you entered the gym and found them both watching Kiyoko with lovesick expressions on their faces, spewing out compliments profusely. “Tanaka.. hey” he looked over to see you in the doorway “Y/N, hey! What’s up?” you stood there in shock for a minute before clearing your throat “Um can I talk to you?” he looked over at Kiyoko who was ignoring Nishinoya before reluctantly making his way over to you. “How come you didn’t come to lunch” you frowned lightly and he sighed “Its not like you came to my practice either, plus, I was hanging out with my friends, don’t bring your insecurities into this I told you Kiyoko doesn’t like me.” He pouted and you felt your heart clench. “Do you still like her?” you whispered and although he heard you, he pretended he didn’t. You plastered on a fake smile before retreating to the classroom, ignoring his texts and calls for the rest of the day until he brought you a bouquet of roses the next day. It was your first of multiple fights over his obvious crush on his manager. Eventually you got sick of the fighting and sappy make-ups so you just ignored it, knowing he could never have her and was with you because he loved you. Right?

“Fine. I’m sorry for accusing you, I’m not sorry for everything else, why won’t you just fucking talk to me!” The exhaustion from fighting was catching up with you and you began to feel light-headed. “Because it’s not a big deal y/n! Wait-what’s wrong?” you sighed, leaning against the wall “It’s the fucking baby and this stupid fight what do you think.” You spat at him and he stopped thinking for a moment. “Baby?” you looked up to see him smiling nervously at  you “Yeah you’d have known if you hadn’t stood me up.” He pinched the bridge of his nose “we’re having a baby, can you let this go?” you scoffed, done with this fight you stormed up to your shared bedroom, crawling into bed and staying as far from his side as possible. You placed a hand over your stomach, softly crying into the pillow while Tanaka stayed downstairs, opting to sleep on the couch.

Noya: Yoo how’d y/n take it?

Tanaka: she’s pregnant

Noya: oh shit, what’re you gonna do

Tanaka: what do you mean what am I gonna do? Raise a baby I guess, fuck idk man

Noya: that’s tough, Kiyoko is staying at mine😍 pray for me bro🙏🏼😩

Tanaka: lucky, i’m on the fucking couch

Noya: sucks🥶

He sighed before turning his phone off, fuck.

The next day you woke up to breakfast in bed and a very happy Tanaka smiling at you, “good morning, how are my babies feeling?” you wanted to roll your eyes and stay mad but you couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered when he referred to you and your child as his babies. “good morning ryu..what’s all this?” you were expecting an apology like usual, or at least for him to acknowledge what happened “You’re eating for two now I guess! When’s your next appointment?” he seemed really freaked out so you placed a hand over his “next week, are you feeling okay?” you pressed the back of your hand against his forehead, he felt fine just a little sweaty. “I’m good, want to go out for dinner after work?” you were hesitant but nodded “You’ll come right?” it’s like his mood did a 180 when you said that “What’s that supposed to mean” he spoke through gritted teeth, trying to remain calm and collected. “You know…yesterday?” he scoffed “still hung up on that huh? You gonna berate me for every mistake I make when this baby pops out of you?” you were wide awake now “woah wait, I didn’t say that-“ “you accuse me of stuff, why can’t I do the same?” his tone was growing angrier by each syllable he spoke. You looked down in your lap, feeling your eyes well up with tears again. “Tanaka please stop” you whispered and he snapped “Yeah doesn’t feel great when you just want to stop but they keep going huh?” you don’t even remember why he was getting worked up, because you didn’t want him to stand you up again? You fiddled with your fingers and zoned out while he continued yelling.

You finally looked up when you heard the bedroom door close, breathing in deeply before hunching over as a sharp pain in your abdomen stopped you from making any big or sudden movements. You groaned out in pain, stopping Tanka immediately. Tanaka ran a hand over his head stressfully “are you okay? Shit. Uh, I’m going to call an ambulance” you groaned again “Call Yachi, she can take me I think we need some-“ tears pricked your eyes and you started to sweat “space, I’ll call you when I’m there.” You could see his eyes well up with tears. His hands were opening and closing, wanting to hold you but knowing better than to do that.

Yachi came over shortly after and lead you to the car. Tanaka saw the blood on your shorts and held his breath, letting a few tears roll down his cheeks. You were silent in the car over, crying softly and groaning in pain every few minutes. Yachi looked over worriedly at you, holding your hand and letting you squeeze her hand for reassurance. “Y/n don’t move ill get a nurse to help you out.” You arrived through the emergency section of the hospital and texted Tanaka

y/n: I’m going into the emergency room now

tanaka: okay, let me know what’s happening

He shut off his phone with a shaky breath, deciding to call his friends over.

Tanaka: Noya?

Noya: hey bro what’s up

Tanaka: Y/n’s in the hospital, can you come over?

Noya: What happened? Kiyoko is here man..

Tanaka: Bring her here, I don’t know what happened she started bleeding and crying

Noya: wtf? Did you hit her?

Tanaka: You know I’d never do that. I think it’s the baby…

Noya: We’re on our way, we have whiskey

Tanaka heard knocking and made his way to the door, he opened it to see Noya and Kiyoko there. “Hey, thank you both for coming.” he stepped aside to let them enter “So how’d the break-up go, is she okay?” he looked quizzically at Noya “You didn’t tell her?” he shook his head “sorry, we were watching a movie..” Tanaka looked unamused by Noya before turning to Kiyoko “We started fighting about me hanging with you guys instead of our date and she told me she was pregnant” Kiyoko looked at him disappointedly “You left a pregnant girl?!” it was unusual for Kiyoko to raise her voice but she felt horrible your you, she knew how much you loved Tanaka and she always felt guilty in high school for what you had to put up with, because of her. “What? No! I didn’t break up with her because she’s pregnant but now...I don’t know, she was bleeding and in pain and she’s in the emergency room now..” Kiyoko was restraining from slapping him, digging her nails into her palms. “Why aren’t you with your pregnant girlfriend, it’s bad enough you don’t love her and now this? You know a baby requires actually raising a human?” He dropped his head down, “I know, I already feel horrible…what if something’s happening to the baby?” he sat down on the couch, taking the bottle from Noya’s hand and taking a swig. “You can still raise a baby and not be together…” Noya spoke up, sitting down next to him while Kiyoko turned the tv on. “It’s not fair on you guys or the baby if you stay together.” He knew he was right, he’d been putting this off for too long, he settled for you and got comfortable with the live you showed him that eventually he stopped showing it back. He can’t remember when he fell out of love but he didn’t want to leave you, he loved you still he just wasn’t in love with you. Deep down you knew, you never let yourself think that for long though. Afraid you’ll end up leaving him, Yachi had tried to get you to leave before but you could never stand the idea. Lately it was like you were already broken up, two awkward college roommates. The idea of raising a baby with him scared you, you were so stressed and sick of overthinking that you passed out in the hospital after a few hours, forgetting to call Tanaka.

You stepped out of the car, hesitating to close the door as you breathed in deeply. It was around 4pm the next day and you had just been discharged from the hospital. “Do you want me to wait here?” Yachi asked from the drivers seat, her eyes were red and puffy, she’d been up all night holding your hand and crying with you. “I think it’ll be okay…why is Kiyoko’s car here?” your eyes stuck to the black car in the driveway that you knew was Kiyoko’s “y/n, i’m gonna wait here you should go inside hes probably worried…” you nodded before approaching the front door. Your legs felt like lead as you stepped up to the door, taking your key out and unlocking the door.

“Ryu?” you moved further into the house, seeing a passed out Tanaka on the couch across from a passed out Kiyoko. “Tanaka.” You said a little louder, making him stir.

Noya came into the living room from behind you “hey y/n, how are you?” he looked hungover and that’s when you noticed the empty bottles on the floor. “Hi noya- Tanaka!” you yelled this time, waking up both Kiyoko and Tanaka. “Y/n? heyyy, how was the hospital?” he yawned and sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. You wanted to run to him and hold him, but you stopped yourself, trying not to focus on how tight your chest felt and the tears building up in your eyes again. “Y/n?” you heard Kiyoko’s soft voice from beside you and you broke down into tears, she caught you before you fell and moved you to the couch, rubbing your back. “I lost the baby.” You continued to cry as the other three in the room sat frozen. “Y/n, i’m so sorry, i’m so so sorry, I’ll come back later but I think we should go…Noya?” Kiyoko hugged you tightly before grabbing Noya and exiting the house.

Tanaka was silent, tears rolling down his cheeks. “What happened y/n?” he avoided looking in your eyes “they said it was because of stress…Tanaka I can’t take this anymore..” you sniffled looking in your lap. He looked up to see how tired and broken you looked, feeling his heart clench. “Y/n, I swear Kiyoko and Noya came over to hang out, I don’t have feelings fo-“ “It’s not about your feelings for her, it’s about your feelings for me…I need you to be honest” he gripped your hand, his lip quivering “I don’t want to lose you y/n…” “You aren’t in love with me Tanaka, i’m not stupid” you chuckled softly, rubbing the rest of your tears away. His silence said enough and so you stood up. “Y/n, don’t go” you scoffed “you can’t keep doing this to me, making me stay with you like this” you commended yourself on the way your voice didn’t waver. “I know, I know, but I-“ he stopped himself, knowing he couldn’t stop you. “I still care about you, I always will.” You nodded, cupping his cheek softly “I know baby, I love you Ryu.”

You walked back outside and sat in the passenger seat of Yachi’s car. You put on some music and she looked over at you before driving away, not asking any questions.

Tanaka sat on the floor of his lounge room, staring into his hands and crying, you were really gone and he couldn’t fix it, it was him who pushed you away anyway. It was him who had to deal with it now.

   a/n: sorry for writing this, i might make a happy ending part 2, send me ideas if you would like to see that <3

[parvulous-writings]

Illness is a Consequence // McCree x F!Reader

Request:     Super new and ive read alot of your fics and your writings are so well written. This is my first req for Overwatch and I dunno if you done this yet but. Reader x A sick Mccree perhaps? Like he comes home after a long day and he starts to almost faint by the doorway what would the reader do? I just imagine her being caring, putting him under the blankets and just spoils him haha. She/her afab btw. No rush take your time 👉👈💖

Requested by: @fragolaaaaaaa​​

Summary: The request! 

Warnings: illness (It’s very generic though)

Words: 1.4K

Notes: Can I just say 🥺. This is an amazing request, I loved receiving it! It also fills me with joy to hear you’ve been reading a lot of my fics! I hope this lives up to your expectations!  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

Not my gif 

You had been in the Overwatch complex in some sense alone for the past three days. Of course you weren’t really alone, you had many other members of the entire force also in the building with you, but the man you had the closest connection with wasn’t there. He was off on a mission- assigned to him and a few other select members of the force. Unfortunately you were not one included on that list. So, all you could do was wait for your beloved to return to you, hopefully unscathed. You were currently walking back from the canteen, a few brownies in one hand. You didn’t know what they put in those brownies, but damn were they good.  You turned down several corridors, chowing down on your little evening snack, heading towards the quarters that you and Jesse were recently given to share. 

It looked mostly like every other sleeping quarters in the complex- shared or otherwise- with monotonous grey walls and grey floors, though the pair of you were lucky enough to have a window that looked out over the training grounds of the complex. The room was also filled with stray belongings of yours and Jesse’s, some of you shoes, a couple of stray ponchos. It wasn’t messy, but at the same time it could be cleaner. Regardless of that, you still thought it was one of the most homely places you could be. You grabbed one of the discarded ponchos, not caring for it’s cleanliness, wrapping it around your shoulders to relax yourself, and to remind yourself of McCree’s embrace. It still smelt like him- slightly of cigar smoke, the whiskey that he always seemed to like and bang on about, and something woodier, which you assumed was the cologne he often wore. 

You were quite peaceful sitting there on the bed, your eyes wandering aimlessly over the buildings in the distance. You had just finished your brownies- unfortunately- and were starting to settle down to catch some rest, when you heard the door to your quarters slide open. You sat up again, looking curiously over to the source of the noise, to spot Jesse himself, the man you had missed the whole time of your separation, standing there and resting on the doorframe.  He looked up from under the brim of his hat, his eyes coming to rest on you as he gave you a tired smile, so you assumed his assignment had worn him out. “Hey, sugar.” He greeted, and though there was tiredness in his voice, there was something else there too, something that didn’t quite sound right. He seemed to notice your look of concern, and tried to silently wave it away, though when you didn’t look convinced he spoke.  “I’m fine, pumpkin, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He tried to assure you as he stepped inside. 

His legs seemed to give out under him, and you immediately leapt from your bed to tend to him. “Jesse!” You exclaimed as you moved, he was already trying to push himself up with a quiet groan.  “No, no, sugarcube, you get yourself back into bed,” He told you, trying to refuse your help as you assisted him back to his feet. “You were about t’ get some sleep, I can tell...” He mumbled, though his protests became weaker and weaker as you slowly guided him towards the bed.  “That doesn’t matter, Jesse. Not when you’re like this...” You told him quietly, taking off his hat and placing it on the bedside table. He collapsed down onto the covers, another quiet groan escaping his lips as he rubbed a hand over his face. 

You gently pushed his hand to the side, pressing the back of your own hand to his forehead- the skin was almost scalding to the touch. “Jesse, you’re burning up..” You tell him, concern lacing your tone. “Get those clothes off, we can get you rested up.” Jesse gave a quiet chuckle at your words.  “Oh, I thought you were thinkin’ another route there sugar..” He mused, before coughing a little bit. You shake your head at his slight childishness.  “No, Jesse. That’s not what I mean, and I think you know that.” You tell him, starting to help him take his poncho off.  “Ah, pity..” He joked, trying to make you smile despite the clear worry in your features. His joking didn’t work very well, though a small part of you did appreciate the effort he was making, despite his rather ill demeanour. 

“McCree, what did you even do on that damn mission? You never get sick,” You muttered, using his last name to emphasise to him how seriously you were taking this situation.  “Well.. It was nothin’ really... We went to Volskaya to try and-” You cut him off with a look.  “You didn’t wrap up properly, did you?” You asked him quite sternly, and he smiled a little sheepishly.  “Well, I tried, sugar- but I got a little too hot before we left our outpost, and-” “For god’s sake, Jesse!” You sighed in exasperation. “I tell you every single time we head out there together, how come you never listen?” You asked him, clearly very unimpressed. “Why am I not surprised that you don’t take my advice, and the one time I’m not there to remind you about it you get sick...”  “I ain’t sick, pumpkin... Just a little under the weather.” Jesse denied with a shake of his head.  “That’s why you collapsed, is it, honey?” You reply sarcastically, carefully pushing him back so that he laid down. McCree sighed softly.  “I just don’t want you worryin’-”  “I always worry about you, Jesse. That’s my job.” You say to him, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. “You stay here for a moment, I’m going to go get you a washcloth in case you get a proper fever, alright? And do you want any food?” Jesse shook his head in response, before giving in to you, knowing full well that you would not give up trying to look after him, so he yielded. 

He sunk back into the bed, as you moved through to the bathroom, grabbing his washcloth for him, and a small bowl the pair of you kept there, filling it with cool, crisp water. You then moved through to the bedroom again, to see Jesse just about to fall into the clutches of slumber. He peered at you through half-closed eyes, giving you a tired smile. “You spoil me, sugar...” He whispered, starting to chuckle before it evolved into a round of coughs. You placed the bowl down quickly, helping him sit up a little bit. “Hold on, honey, I’ll get you some water, okay?” You said quietly, and he nodded silently. You quickly move back through to the bathroom again, grabbing the glass you usually used for rinsing your mouth out after brushing your teeth, filling it with cool water from the same tap. When you return Jesse had stopped coughing, but, still looked very tired, and rather pale. You move towards him, offering the drink which he happily took, bringing the water to his lips, having a few mouthfuls. 

He carefully put the glass on the bedside cabinet, and you pushed it further on to the surface, so that it didn’t fall off. He started to settle in again, and you got up to go and do a few chores, get a few things done whilst he slept, but a hand on your wrist kept you back. You look back in confusion, and there Jesse lay, giving you the most puppy-like eyes he could muster. “C’mon, sugar... Don’t go so soon.. Ain’t ya missed me?”  “Jesse, you are ill. One, I don’t want to get what you’ve clearly got, and two, things need to get done around here.”  “You can get ‘em done later.”  “Jesse-”  “No buts. You wanna look after me, right? Well, I’m asking for ya to stay. That’s how I want ya t’ look after me.” He told you firmly, and you chuckle softly.  “You’re as stubborn as a child, you know that, don’t you?”  “Yeah, but ya love me.” He chortled, pulling you back to him and onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you like you were some sort of beloved stuffed toy. He snuggled his face into the nape of your neck, a smile slowly slipping onto his face.  “Can I have some chocolate when I wake up?” He asks sweetly.  “Maybe, but don’t push your luck Jesse.” 

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[sarcastically-defensive17]

Yo! Wassup? I read far away today and boy is it awesome like you totally slay as sis .. btw when is part 2 coming ? Not tryna rush you or anything.. Take your time

Far too long - P. Parker (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here

ITS HERE AND I’M SUPER NERVOUS. I FEEL LIKE I RUSHED THE ENDING BUT I ALSO FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE A FLURRY OF PENT UP WORDS AND EMOTIONS. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT AND IF ITS BAD THEN LMK AND ILL APOLOGISE SINCERELY BECAUSE I’M SCARED OF THIS HAHAHA

(gif is not mine)

TW: Mentions of blood, grief, injury, abandonment, fear, angst, childbirth. If any of these themes may trigger you then, please, do not read for your own good. Your wellbeing is far more important.

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Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

It would be a lie to say that Peter hadn’t been in horrible situations before. However, with the development of his powers came the growth of thicker skin and stronger shoulders to bear the weight of his choices and others.

He fought, day after day, to withstand everything life threw at him. Heartache, mistakes, the one time he frosted the tips of his hair when he was 12 - Y/N knew that he would be alright.

He had to be alright. He had to be alive. She needed him. They needed him.

Y/N had watched him grow as a man, and watched him overcome everything. Then he was finally hers. She had everything she had ever wanted in him, and she was going to bring new life into the world with him by her side, until the missions came between them.

Now, she had been away from him for over 2 months and he was missing in action. Every news station was reporting that he was gone, but she refused to accept it. She knew Peter. She knew the strength he had. She knew that no matter what, he wanted to be a part of his baby’s life.

The minute she saw the broadcast her shaking fingers dialed Tony’s number and he was there to take her to the compound as soon as he could be.

Another three months passed.

Three agonizing months.

She gave birth in the medical bay of the compound, May by her side, welcoming her daughter into the world with a broken heart

Rosie May Parker was welcomed into the world, but the one person who was meant to be there wasn’t. She had her fathers eyes, his ferocious brown curls - but she didn’t have her father.

Y/N didnt have much knowledge of science outside of her computer mechanics degree, nor did she have any means to be a powerful superhero like the avengers, but she had fierce determination. Tony had ordered her to stay at the compound until they found peter - he was also determined that his faux-son would be okay.

Y/N harbored no intentions of leaving, more so, now that Rosie had joined her. May was there as well, watching Y/N fall in love with the small child over and over again, every day, helping where she could.

It was when they neared the day that her daughter would turn two months old, that it all happened.

Y/N had taken up residency in the lab. She was a computer science major at university, and she was able to pick up the workings of the technology Tony and Bruce utilized to keep track of mission data and surveillance measures for MIA operatives. She had spent nearly every day that she had been there inspecting every program, every website, keeping track on news outlets.

The world said that Peter was dead, but she refused to give up. He wouldn’t go down without a fight. Spider-Man wouldn’t submit.

If her eyes weren’t glued to a screen, they were on her daughter, both keeping her connection to peter alive. She monitored his Karen program for any inconsistencies, any sign that the program was online.

Karen had been offline for so long. The minute the building went down on Peter, the only thing letting Y/N and Tony know that he was alive was gone with it.

Rosie would sleep soundly in a bassinet set up next to her chair. There was a strain in Y/N’s head that hadn’t waned for weeks. Each day her head felt heavier, the harsh blue lights from the computers creating a constant reminder of her naive determination.

She was beginning to consider the possibility that he was gone, but something always made her thoughts shift in the other direction whenever the idea graced her cortex.

Her days had been filled with bouts of despondency, but the small babe that she cradled against her chest throughout the day brought light back into her life.

But still, nothing

Not until that day.

Rosie was sleeping in her crib I’m their room, recently fed, changed and cuddled - Friday monitoring the baby in all of the ways that the baby monitor she had with her couldn’t. The clock had just hit 2:38am and her eyes were heavy. She considered submitting to the crushing weight of her exhaustion, until Tony burst into the laboratory with Bruce and Natasha in tow, the woman suited up and heading towards the hallway leading to the quinjet hangar.

“Tony?” Y/N blinked, eyes darting to the baby monitor to determine if the commotion was linked to her daughter. Rosie hadn’t moved, her small chest rising and falling with each breath. “What’s wrong?”

Bruce had rushed over to the computer she was sat at, rebooting various programs that Y/N could barely recognize in her bleary state.

A vein in Tony’s forehead protruded - a clear sign that his stress levels were at a high. Bruce had been attempting to monitor his blood pressure as of late, knowing that his anxiety had been peaking with the disappearance of two of his team members.

Y/N had felt a overwhelming sense of duty to the man who had taken her in. She wanted to calm him, help ease his worries as he had done for her. He was as much family to her as he was to Peter.

His brown eyes were frantic, but there was something else hidden in the warm irises that seemed constantly framed by bloodshot sclera. Hope.

“Take off in 30, Nat.” Bruce spoke through an earpiece, connecting directly to the quinjet she assumed the Russian was boarding.

Y/N focused her gaze entirely on Tony, rising to her feet carefully and stepping towards him slowly, as one would a spooked animal.

The minute she was within arms reach, his hands were grasping her shoulders. There was no pressure under his hands, but there was comfort. “A few minutes ago, a transmission came through.” Y/N felt her eyes widen, mind racing with possibilities. The smile she received from the older man told her everything she needed to know before the words left his lips. “Pete came though. He’s with Barton, they’re safe. Romanoff’s on her way to pick them up.”

Y/N was in disbelief, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, “The building,” she breathed. “It came down on them-“

“The kid will explain when he gets here.” His hands moved to her cheeks. “He’s coming home, Y/N. For the most part, he’s alright. I got his vitals from the Karen program and he is stable, may need some work when he gets home, but he is okay, physically.”

Tears slipped from her eyes, running down Tony’s fingers but he paid it no mind. The smile that split his face was enough of a pardon.

It was another two hours until the familiar sound of the quinjet hangar opening graced her ears.

Bruce had ordered her to get some rest while they waited, but she opted to spend the time watching her daughter. Rosie had woken for a feed, but her big brown eyes stared up at her mother with a knowing look. Y/N could do little to push down the excitement of Peter’s return, but the overwhelming fear quickly resurfaced.

They left on horrible terms. They were no longer a couple, nor did she have the chance to take back the horrible things she said about his faithfulness to their family dynamic. But there was a lingering part of her mind that pushed her to think he would want nothing to do with them.

She left her room, placing a kiss to Rosie’s forehead and asking Friday to keep a watch of the baby, clipping the monitor to her waistband and rushing for the laboratory.

She arrived in time to see the compound medical staff trailing alongside a stretcher, Barton sprawled on it with a smirk on his face and an IV cannula in his arm.

Moments later she saw him.

He looked as much a mess as he felt, he knew so. Soot and dirt coating his skin and his suit, his leg aggravated and aching from an incorrectly set break. He hadn’t expected to see her face, but when he did, it felt as if a building was falling down on him once again.

She caught his eyes darting down to her stomach then back to her face. She smiled at him softly with a nod, hoping he could grasp her meaning across the meters between them.

She hadn’t the chance to say a word to him, nor he to her. Bruce led him to the medbay, offering support where he could for the pain in Peter’s leg, and Tony went to Y/N, cradling her as the pent up grief escaped through her eyes. She wanted to follow after him, so badly.

Tony held her against his chest, sharing the grief that had been building over the months. They were beginning to think they had lost Peter, but to see him alive and standing in front of them - it was overwhelming for both.

“I, uhm,” Tony cleared his throat, his voice wet from tears. “I’m gonna go help Bruce out. I’ll send for you when he’s all fixed up. I promise.”

With a nod of her head, Y/N let him go.

Minutes after, Friday alerted her that Rosie was awake and she took her leave to sit with her baby.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she cradled the babe to herself. She had decided that even if Peter didn’t want to see her, she would at least hand Rosie over to Tony to introduce father and daughter. Despite her previous words, she just knew that Peter would be entirely smitten with the small human, just as much as she was.

As such, it came as a surprise when Friday chimed through her P.A. System requesting her presence at the medbay.

Her feet shuffled to stop at the door for the room they were in before she knew it, and Tony had opened the door to allow her entrance. He and Bruce took their leave, allowing the former lovers to have the space to themselves.

Peter felt the air drain from his lungs and he looked at her. He had sat up on the bed, leg bandaged and healing at an accelerated rate now that it had been set correctly. He was bruised and battered but he still smiled wider than he had in so long when he saw her and the small bundle she cradled.

She was the first to speak, “You’re alive.” Her voice was choked. The past months had been hard on him, but he couldn’t imagine the pain she felt thinking he was dead. Especially when they left things so horribly.

“The building... it wasn’t meant to go down like that,” he sighed, his smile shrinking. “I took most of the brunt because I can handle more than Clint. But we managed to get out and get our target... eventually.”

His eyes were darting to the bundle in her arms, but he didn’t dare to say anything about he baby. At this point, he didn’t even know his baby’s name.

Y/N noticed his gaze, and the unspoken question that his eyes held. Without warning, she took a seat next to him on the bed, unwrapping Rosie and placing her in Peter’s arms. She silently adjusted his hands to ease his fear and discomfort in holding an infant, and she could see the emotion forming in his chocolate orbs.

“Her name is Rosie.” Y/N whispered, eyes stuck on her daughter. “Rosie May Parker.”

“You named her after ‘Love, Rosie’,” he smiled, feeling a tear slip down his cheek. He had a daughter, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“It’s my favourite book. Two best friends who fell apart, only to come together and repeat it until they could finally be together.” Her fingers fiddled in her lap, picking at her cuticles. Her body was alight with nerves, her toes electric within her boots. “And I had to name her after May. She’s the only mother I have.”

“Rosie,” he tried the name on his tongue, noticing the way the baby scrunched her nose in her sleep. Her mother did the same thing.

Y/N sighed deeply, breathing out through her nose as she held back tears. “Peter, I’m so -“

“You have nothing to apologise for, Y/N.” He ran his finger over Rosie’s cheek. So soft, scared to stir her from her sleep. “Everything that happened, happened because of me.”

“Peter-“

“My list of discretions are unending. What kind of fiancé was I?” He let a soft chuckle fall from his lips, a humorless one, soaked from the sob he refused to let rip from his chest. “What kind of father was I? Who did I think I was, to keep you waiting on me, day after day. Every important event, I missed.”

“I never meant to say those things to you, Pete. To accuse you of not loving me, not wanting to be a father... it was uncalled for. But,” she sniffed, turning her head upwards to gaze at the ceiling. “I felt so alone. And then, you left, and I was alone.”

After what felt like eternity, his eyes met her face. Her skin was blotchy from tears, eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed. She was the most beautiful thing he had seen, apart from the angel in his arms. He felt almost complete, with the two girls by his side. His heart hurt a little less.

“I know. I’m probably the biggest jackass on the face of the planet, and I know that I can most likely do nothing to change that. It’s far too late for me to even begin to say the things I have wanted to say, but I can’t stand the thought of another day without telling you what’s been on my mind since the minute I left.” His body shuddered with a heavy breath, his lips kissing the small fist that rose towards his mouth as Rosie stretched in her sleep. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember. Every second I was away, I wanted nothing more than to run home and apologize for every disgusting thing I had said to you, to put my hands on your belly and promise our baby that I would never leave either of you.

“Then the building went down. I helped Clint get out, but I was stuck there for a few days. Some of our operatives were working as hard as they could to find a way to clear the debris so I could go, but it took a while. The entire time, I had convinced myself that I would never be able to see you again. It was like, like, I knew, that I couldn’t breathe until I saw you again.”

Her hand moved slowly, resting against his cheek to thumb away a tear that trailed his smooth skin.

“I didn’t know how many months had passed while I was gone, but when I got out from under the building, I realized that you were all alone to have our baby.” The sob finally broke through his chest. “I left you all alone. The small little baby that would see the world for the first time without their father.” He rubbed the side of his face onto his shoulder to not drop tears onto Rosie. “I’m a horrible father. I was so horrible to you.”

His breaths were staggered, and Y/N took the baby from his arms holding her against her own chest as she pressed her body to his side. Her free hand turned his face toward her own, but he kept his eyes squeezed shut, tears flowing rhythmically.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise you,” he caught the way her hand tightened on his arm as he spoke. She was terrified of losing him again. “I would do anything, anything at all, to have you forgive me, but if you can’t then I understand. Just don’t make me leave your life, please.”

She felt her breath hitch, “I said horrible things to you. I told you to never come back, but I can’t stand another day without you. I need you here, with us. We need you Peter, like I told you all those months ago.” She felt his lips kiss the palm of her hand, the same one she used to brush away his tears. “I love you so much, and I don’t want you to leave. Ever.”

He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips pouting from the strength it took to resist pressing his mouth on hers. He didn’t know if she would welcome the contact. He had done her wrong.

“I’m not leaving you anymore, baby. I’m not leaving either of you, ever again.”

Y/N knew that Peter would be alright. His resilience was unmatched, his love ferocious. Y/N had began to think she would never see him again, but the image of him perched in front of her, eyes locked on the child that looked so much like him was one that she would never forget.

The tears falling were no longer out of fear, or sadness, or anger. Her tears fell out of love and happiness. She had the final piece of her family back, and she would do everything she could to see the two people in front of her smile.

“I’ve been far away, for far too long, baby. I’m never leaving you again. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and Rosie. I’ll make you Mrs. Parker and buy a house in the suburbs and do everything boring house husbands do,” Y/N snickered, forehead still against his. Peter was rambling, but she knew she would never force him to give up what he loves, so long as he came home to his two girls at the end of the day. “I will love you, both, until the day I die and beyond that.”

She leaned her head forward slowly, allowing him to reject her intentions, but when he didn’t, she poured her emotions from the last half year into the kiss. The love, the fear, the anger, the uncertainty.

When they broke apart, one thing was on her lips, “I love you, Peter Parker.”

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Hey hun💕 Could I please request a SFW Benimaru x Reader firework festival one shot, where Benimaru tries to win the giant rabbit plushie at one of the game stalls for reader? Love you 😊

I got way too carried away with this 😭 be it my first request, btw THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 💕💕💕 but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader SFW where Benimaru tries to win a giant rabbit plushie for x reader!

Watashi no Usagi

"Waka, it seems the kids have brought a guest." Konro began as he entered through the noren of Company 7's Guardhouse, using the back of his hand to push it out of the way. Orange light pierced in through where he entered, indicating night was just a few hours upon them.

"Aah?"

Lazy crimson eyes darted to the entrance where the tall Lieutenant appeared, but he had moved himself to his right in order to make way for incoming. The captain sat on the genkan step with furrowed brows and pursed lips. "Tch, what did these little rugrats drag in this time?"

Laughter and squeals bubbled loudly with their fast approach as the twins, Hika and Hina came running in, pulling another person in each hand right through the cloth entrance.

The young girl stumbled in, surprised in the strength of these two kids that she had no time to react well. She wore a thick silk deep blue kimono with sleeves long enough to potentially graze the ground. A light purple juban could be seen and was matched with a similar colored obi, with blue wisteria decorating the sash.  Slightly disoriented, she struggled to catch her footing and teetered side to side a bit before righting herself looking up and taking in her surroundings.

'Oh no,' she thought. These youngsters dragged her right into the den of the beast. The Destroyer of Asakusa. While he had a good reputation among the townspeople as the Captain of Company 7, he was also known to be rowdy at bars, and very ill mouthed.

"S-S-Sumimasen!" She quickly blurted out, bowing unnecessarily low. Her [h/c] spilled over her shoulders as she did so. After quite some silence, she cautiously glanced up, her big [e/c] eyes meeting his slightly displeased ones. One eye a crimson circle, the other with a crimson X. 'He's quite handsome...' She could feel the heat of embarrassment on the tip of her ears.

"Hika. Hina." The raven captain spoke very blunt, not taking his eyes off the stranger that was dragged into the guardhouse. The sudden words made the stranger's shoulders jump. "What did you two bring in here?"

"Ahaha.." Hina sheepishly laughed while both the twins ran to jump on his shoulders. "Hika and Hina brought a friend for tonight!" Hika exclaimed, dangling from his left shoulder, while Hina was climbing up the right.

"For tonight?" The young man's eyebrow twitched in confusion and seemingly slight exhaustion. These kids really knew how to be a handful. The girl, still bowing, uprighted herself. She began to speak, her lips barely parting open before being interrupted by the very tall man standing to her left.

"The festival tonight. The one you promised the girls you'd take them to." The Lieutenant spoke. He then turned to the girl with a gentle smile, and a wink after saying, "I'm assuming they brought a friend in case our young master decided to ditch." The girl gave a small giggle, visibly relaxing just a smidge.

"I'm Sagamiya Konro, the Lieutenant of Company 7. That brazen young man over there is our captain, Shinmon Benimaru. Forgive him for his rudeness, he lacks a bit of tact. What is your name young miss?"

"M-My name is [l/n] [f/n]." She said softly, giving a more proper and curt bow than the one she did earlier. Konro's eyes lit in realization, "Ah is that so? You're [l/n] Shiyou's daughter correct?" She nodded in response.

"The girls started visiting for mother's cooking whenever she makes yakitori for the hikeshi. She doesn't like to stay home during the rebuilding, so she rides with father and cooks for the men during their breaks." The girl gave a small smile to the man in front of her, but he still didn't seem to understand.

"Who the hell is [l/n]?" Benimaru, still sitting on the genkan steps, grumbled. Something told him maybe he should know, but he didn't really care too much about it. It was clearly evident with how he ignored how proper the young girl was dressed.

"Waka," Konro said sternly, eyes locked on the shorter male, "it would do you well to at least be courteous with the young miss. After all, her father runs the business that keeps us supplied with materials. You know, the ones needed to rebuild homes and the shops of our town after they're demolished every other day."

Ack, well this was going to be one hell of an evening. He didn't care much for respect, but Shinmon Benimaru was going to have to do at least some tongue biting. "I guess it would be...rude not to escort the old man's daughter around during a festival. After all..." He looked away and let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his head with mild irritation, "I do owe that old fart quite a lot."

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"Yaaaaaay! Festival time! Festival time! Hika and Hina are gonna eat all the candy!" The twins chimed while jumping up and down off the sleeves of Benimaru's yukata. The sun was beginning to set and they were making their way to the festival. The lights could be seen glowing over rooftops of Asakusa just a few blocks away.

"Oi, don't tug on the sleeves, they might tear with all the weight you two have eaten in snacks already." The captain complained and he pried them off of the navy blue cotton sleeves. Konro, walking behind him, wore one of matching color.

Hina puffed her cheeks, "Not our fault you take forever getting ready."

"We got hungry!" Hika stuck her tongue out. "No candy for you then!"

"I don't like sweets anyways." Benimaru retorted. "Konro, where did the brat say she was going to meet us?"

Konro let out a deep sigh, "By the mask stall if I remember correctly." He'd mainly came along to make sure his captain didn't lose the kids but he was more concerned with Benimaru causing problems with [y/n].

"I guess your memory isn't going just yet," Benimaru joked while pointing in front of him. The joke earned a smack to the back by his Lieutenant but Konro looked in the direction his captain was pointing in and spotted [y/n] waiting patiently. She was standing in front of a mask stall at the beginning to one of the entrances set up for the festival.

"I wonder how long we've kept the poor girl waiting." Konro jest, walking up beside Benimaru and giving him a slightly disapproving frown.

"Tch. I got it, I got it." Benimaru made his way over to the young lady waiting. "Sorry..." He managed to get out, "I took too long finding my yukata."

She gave a small yet soft smile, something that was becoming usual for her, he noticed. "It's okay. I wasn't waiting long. Besides, I'm glad you were able to find it. It looks good on you." She hadn't realized how that could come off and she immediately flushed red after understanding their positions.

Benimaru however seemed unfazed. Though, he did give her outfit a scan and noticed it was fairly...appealing? She wore her [h/c] hair up in a loose bun, a mahogany wooden hairstick with a glass lotus at the end of it with jewels dangling. Her yukata was a light pink decorated with darker pink lotus and tied with a similar color sash. He had to avert his gaze after noticing he was staring rather long.

"Lets go." He said and pursed his lips, walking onto festival grounds. [Y/n] followed along after grabbing both Hika and Hina's hands. They had ran up to her with hands out to her. Konro felt as if it was going go be a looong evening for him.

The beginning of the festival was filled with much food consumption. Mainly by the twins. They made it a point to stop at almost every food stall they could.

"[Y/n] try this! They only have these during festivals!" Hina had a small brown puff on a toothpick. What appeared to be an octopus appendage stuck out in the cooked dough. [Y/n] bent down and opened her mouth for Hina to feed her was was delighted and the sweet and savory ball of goodness.

"Mmm it's delicious! This isn't a flavor from here is it?" [Y/n] gushed, her cheeks pink in pure happiness.

Benimaru had been watching the whole thing, and while the girls droned on about food, he kept watching her. The way her lips closed around the takoyaki and the way her cheeks puffed up as she chew. She kinda resembled...a rabbit. When [y/n] looked up at him, to ask if he wanted to try one too, he jerked his head away.

She looked slightly downcast but he didn't want her to see his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Just for being caught staring. It was impolite to stare, he told himself. He didn't want to acknowledge the real reason for it. 'I'm too grown to be acting like a teenager.' Had Konro heard those words, he'd have probably shot the sake he was gingerly sipping on right out his mouth.

"Shinmon-sama, won't you try one?"

Benimaru's head snapped back. [Y/n] was looking up at him with her big [e/c] eyes while holding a takoyaki up to his mouth. Not close enough to threaten his personal space, but just close enough that it was too inviting not to eat. Especially from her.

"Tch, fine." He said while opening his mouth and taking the small streetfood into his mouth. [Y/n] beamed. She thought maybe he didn't like her, but that feeling was slowly going away.

"[Y/n] look, look! Toys!" Hika and Hina chimed, tugging on the taller girl's sleeves. The [h/c] haired girl looked up and saw a booth that had toys lined up in several shelves. People were walking away with all sorts of arrangement of toys. The two younger girls darted for the booth and the three adults followed before someone tried to grab them. For the safety of whoever would try to, the two males hoped no one would dare.

"Step right up. Step right up. You have 3 chances to hit your target. Who would like to go first?" The stall owner boasted loudly.

Hika and Hina almost exploded in excitement but Konro stopped them. "This is [g/n]'s first time to an Asakusa festival. You should let her try first. Afterwards, I'll let you two try as many times as you can in 10 minutes." 

"Okay!" The twins exclaimed, fire in their eyes.

"I guess I'll go first." [Y/n] said nervously while stepping up and dropping a few coins into the older stall keeper's hands. He handed her three white balls. They weren't that heavy and probably wouldn't knock down the giant pink bunny plushie she'd been eyeing. "I still have to give it a shot..." She mumbled.

Pklunk. "Darn it." Pklunk. "For the love of..."  Pklunk. "Hmmmm...." [Y/n] hummed loudly in slight frustration. She'd hit her targets. But the balls didn't have enough force to even make the giant plush move one bit.

"Sorry missy, better luck nex--" [y/n]  slapped more money into his hand as he tried to shrug in a 'sorry' gesture. She was not leaving without that plush. Benimaru, who had given up hiding the fact he'd been eyeing her, let out of 'hmmph' of amusement.

Again, she didn't make any knock the pink bunny down. Paying for another round, she furiously threw two out of the three balls at it and they just bounced off and to the ground. "Son of a fuck--"

"Ah our little 'Oujo-sama' can have a potty mouth." Benimaru mused at [y/n].

[Y/n] shook a little before turning to glare at the man a good bit taller than her, the bottom rim of her eyes slightly red from tearing up and cheeks puffed from holding ber breath in frustration. "Pffffttt" He couldn't hold back laughing and [y/n] was so close to smacking him had he not slipped his fingers into her hands and gently pry the last white ball from her fingers. This action caught her so off guard, she almost really did stop breathing.

"The pink rabbit right?"

[Y/n] nodded in defeat and watched as Benimaru lined the ball up. Holding it like a marble ready to shoot. With an audible flick, it shot from his hand, right into the pink rabbit's face.  He knocked it over with so much force, a normal person might've had whiplash...or a very ugly bruise.

Eyes wide in surprise, [Y/n] squealed. Once handed the plush, she burried her face on the top of it's head and spun around. It was a little more then half her height. After letting out most of her excitement, she looked up and smiled warm up at Benimaru. "Thank so much, Shinmon-sama."

A blush began creeping up his neck as he looked away again, "I didn't want you to start crying and scaring all the kids away." He proclaimed. [Y/n] was beginning to feel that his rudeness quite often times might be a little misunderstood. She hoped at least. "Oh, and you can call me by my first name."

"Benimaru-sama?" She said taken by surprise. She wasn't the only one though. The crimson eyed man wasn't ready for her to use his first name so quickly that he couldn't hide the instant unsettling blush on his face. He stormed off down the street in confusion.

"W-Wait!" [Y/n] exclaimed. She turned to Konro and the twins. The lieutenant gave a gentle flick of his hand, as if signaling for her to make her way after his captain. "I have to help these girls carry all the toys they're about to siphon out this poor man." [Y/n] gave a confused expression but turned and darted after Benimaru.

"Hehehe. Hina and Hika are gonna take all these toys!" They dropped all their money on the counter and collected as many balls that could sit on the counter. The sounds of toy after toy hitting the ground echoed past several neighboring stalls as the twins windmilled ball after ball at the wall of toys. The poor stall keeper huddled in the corner shaking in fear, for these balls came flying with more force then he'd ever seen in his life. 

Konro gave a tired and strained smile. He was going to have a lot of carrying to do.

----

"Please wait up!" [Y/n] called out. Benimaru turned to glance at her before continuing to make his way away from the lights and crowd of people. "Then hurry up, the fireworks are about to start soon."

[Y/n] faltered in her dash towards him. A smile spread on her face. "O-Oh okay!" She followed him towards a hill with not quite so many trees. One with a clear view of the sky. He sat down with his legs crossed, not waiting for her to sit down first. [Y/n] smoothed the fabric of her yukata behind her and sat next to him, still clutching her overly large rabbit. Her face burried in it's head.

The first pop of a firecracker shot up in several colors. A basic round one in colors of red, blue, and green. There where sparkles of excitement in [Y/n]'s eyes that Benimaru couldn't keep his eyes away from. She turned to look at him and smiled.

"I think I'll name him Bunnymaru." She giggled and turned back to the fireworks that started coming in more frequent succession. She turned just in time to miss his eyes go wide in surprise, his neck, ears, and face a red so bright that he thought he might actually overheat.

"Tch. Whatever."

As much as he wanted to focus on the fireworks, he kept stealing glances at [Y/n]'s excited face. She was much more like a rabbit herself. In one day, he had noticed she was nervous, skittish, but really bubbly. A bubbly he didn't hate that much.

"My rabbit." He mumbled just as more fireworks sounded off, masking his words. Much to his relief. He didn't mean to say 'my' and he nearly choked in realization. He glanced at [y/n] again, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed in his usual expression as he watched her enjoy the display in the sky.

'Ah what the hell,' he sighed inwardly, 'It won't hurt if she was...'

[duchessfics]

Lovesick

(https://clqrkkent.tumblr.com/post/179164121180/billie-dean-howard-medium-to-the-stars-in)

Billie x Sick!Fem!Reader x Audrey

Requested by Anon: A Billie x reader x Audrey fic where the reader has a cold and they both have to look after them is a very cute idea for a one shot. Just saying.😁😁. btw I absolutely love your writing. There is a serious decline in the sarah paulson story industry and I appreciate that you still write the amazing way you do🙏🙏🙌😍👌♥️👋 😂

Warning(s): Mentions of vomiting, and enough fluffy sweetness to give you a cavity. ;)

Summary: You catch the cold Audrey and Billie had, and try to deal with it on your own. However, your girlfriends care for you (even if you are stubborn about being fine). And in the process you realize how nice it is to have loved ones care for you while ill.

Word Count: 3900

A/n: I know this is another Billie x Reader x Audrey fic and I promise I have other ships in the process, but I was inspired to write this as soon as it was requested. Also I did a bit from Audrey and Billie’s perspective for a little extra content. So if you are into these three I hope you enjoy! :)

Audrey was the first one to come home sick. She said there was a bug going around on the set she was working on. So Billie took care of her for the next couple days. You were out of town at this time; however, you came home to see both of your girlfriends ill. Fortunately, Audrey was on the mend, but Billie was still in the thick of this cold. So, you helped them both to recover and everything seemed to go back to normal. That is until you wake up in the middle of the night feeling horribly nauseous.

You instinctively let out a groan and clutch your stomach, but freeze up, not wanting to wake your sleeping girlfriends. Both of the blondes continue to sleep peacefully and remain curled up together, so you sneak off to the guest room, trying to deal with this yourself. If there is one thing you hate, it’s to be coddled or nursed while injured or sick. Instead, your plan of action involves hiding in some room and suffering alone until the sickness passes on. However, as you throw up the contents of your stomach in the guest bathroom, you hear the door open and Audrey gasp, “Oh my god!” Then she yells out for Billie to come in. If you could speak, you would say you’re fine, but you are a little too occupied to say anything.

By the time Billie enters the bathroom, you have stopped retching and wipe your face with a towel, conveniently using it to hide from your girlfriend’s gazes as well. However, both Audrey and Billie kneel down near you and the latter softly murmurs, “Can you look at me, babygirl?” You hesitantly pull the towel away from your face and look over to see them both watching you closely. Before anymore can be said, you rasp through your scratchy throat, “I’m fine. I-I just ate something wrong.” Both sets of brown eyes look you over, clearly seeing the same symptoms they had, and the medium says, “Let’s just take your temperature. You look a little warm.” As she finishes speaking, Audrey rests the back of her hand on your sweaty forehead and says, “Oh darling, you’re burning up.” You shake your head, too tired to say anything, but know that whatever cold they both had is what you have now. Billie stands up and walks away to get the thermometer, ignoring your silent protest.

Meanwhile Audrey remains on her knees beside you, partly to offer help and support and partly to keep you from running off and hiding somewhere. Once Billie returns, she gets to her knees again and says, “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart.” You listen and let her place the thermometer under your tongue. After a minute or so, the device beeps and Billie’s eyes widen as she looks over the results. Then she looks to you and says, “Oh no, your temp is over 100 degrees.” As if the thermometer is wrong, you shake your head and scratchily reply, “I’m fine. I can take care of it myself.” But Audrey gently shushes you, cupping your face with her hands as she murmurs, “Love, I know we haven’t been together very long, but Bill and I want to take care of you.” 

Her gentle words make you look down to the tiled floor and you give a small nod as you rasp, “Ok.” So, you allow them to help you stand and lead you to the master bedroom. Then you brush your teeth to get that abhorrent taste out of your mouth before your girlfriends guide you to lay in the bed.

A sigh leaves your lips as you lay back on the bed and Billie pulls the blanket up, tucking you in while murmuring, “Audrey, dear, can you look in the medicine cabinet for our cold medicine?” She says yes and runs off while the medium smooths back the sweaty pieces of your hair that stick to your sweaty forehead and cheeks with her thumbs. As she repeats that gentle motion, she says in a quiet voice, “We’re gonna get you better, babygirl.” Your eyes fall shut as Audrey says, “Um…we don’t have any more cold medicine. Must’ve used the last of it when we were ill.” 

That makes you open your eyes to see Billie looking back to Audrey as she asks, “You’re sure?” The actress nods, biting her lip as she looks between you both. Then she hesitantly says, “Maybe we can run out to buy some?” Billie returns her gaze to you and her warm brown eyes look you over as she remains quiet. So you take her hand and say in a soft, scratchy voice, “I’ll be alright to be alone for a bit. I didn’t get much sleep last night so I’ll probably just rest.” Billie keeps quiet, tapping her nails on the bedspread as she looks to you. After a moment, the medium says, “Well at least let me set a couple things by you in case you need something.” Then she sets your phone, a box of tissues, a glass of water, and a small trash can within reaching distance.

Once that’s all set up, both women press light kisses to your forehead, noting how fast you are warming up, and Audrey says, “If you need anything at all just text or call us.” In response, you give her the best smile you can muster. But it must look rough, based on the expressions of concern they respond with. Then Billie soothes, “We won’t be gone too long.” You nod and rasp, “I’ll be here.” They head out and while you still feel very ill, your exhaustion from a lack of sleep leads you to doze off…

 Billie and Audrey’s POV

“Billie, if you go any faster, I’m going to be sick.” Audrey warns, gripping the car handle to the point of her knuckles turning white as Billie whizzes between cars. However, after hearing her girlfriend’s warning, she slows a little and replies, “Sorry, baby. I’m just a little worried. I’ve never seen her so weak.” The actress lets out the breath she was holding as Billie goes to driving only 10 over the speed limit. Once her heart rate has slowed, Audrey murmurs, “Me too, sweetheart.” Billie pulls into the nearest drugstore and as soon as she puts the car into park, both women rush in, walking over to the medicine section. While the medium scans over the different cold medicines trying to determine what will be best for their girl, Audrey walks up and says, “I got a couple things.” and Billie looks to see.

That’s when she sees Audrey has nearly filled up a shopping cart with packs of different cough drop packs, over 5 boxes of tissues, 3 containers of Vicks VapoRub, a new thermometer, nausea medicine, nose spray, and a first aid kit. Billie giggles and looks up to Audrey with a raised eyebrow while teasing, “A couple things, honeybee?” The actress blushes and defends, “Hey, you never know what she could need!” Billie walks up to Audrey and kisses her pouty lips before soothing, “I know. And I am sure y/n will appreciate everything you chose for her.” Then the medium sets the cold medicine she decided on in the cart before removing the first aid kit and thermometer. Once she does that, Billie interlocks her arm with Audrey’s and murmurs, “Let’s get home to our girl”

Once the women return, the first thing they do is check up on you. That’s when they see you fast asleep. You don’t even twitch at the sound of Audrey accidentally dropping the bags of items. After cleaning up that pile of items, Billie and Audrey step out to the kitchen. Then Billie places her hands on her hips before saying, “We could make up some soup for her.” Audrey comes up and replies, “I appreciate your enthusiasm, darling. I really do…But are you sure you don’t want to just order some to be delivered?” Billie chuckles, looking to Audrey with a smirk on her lips as she says, “It’s just soup. How hard can it be?”

 You wake up to the fire alarm, blaring its loud tone. But in the background Audrey’s voice yells, “Bill, get some water!” along with a string of expletives. Hearing all of that makes you concerned not only for your safety, but for Billie and Audrey’s as well. So, you slowly sit up and pull the blankets off of yourself before standing up. However, you immediately lean against the bed closing your eyes to prevent the room from spinning. After a moment, your vertigo seems to stop, but you hold your pounding head with one of your hands as you stagger out to the kitchen.

Upon stepping in, you see both of your girlfriends running around the kitchen, the sink water running while they use a towel to finesse the smoke out the open window. So, you croak, “Is everything alright?” Immediately both women freeze up, looking to you, and put on over enthusiastic smiles. Audrey lets out a forced laugh and chirps, “Everything is fine, sweetheart.” Then Billie whips out the stepstool, quickly ascending to turn off the piercing alarm. Once that is off, you come a little closer and ask, “What were you doing?” This time both of them chuckle and Billie purrs, “We were just making soup. But it’s no big deal, babygirl.” Your brows furrow, trying to imagine how soup could result in this, but it’s not too surprising with these two. So, you ask, “Do you need help?” They both step around the counter towards you and Billie replies, “No. We ordered some soup to be delivered.” Then each lady takes an arm and Audrey murmurs, “Let’s get you back to bed.” and they gently tug you towards the bedroom.

However, you root yourself and whine, “Can’t I at least sit in the living room please? If I spend all day in that room, I’ll go crazy.” Audrey looks to Billie for direction and the medium says, “I suppose.” So, you let them guide you to the living room couch. Once you’re seated, Audrey brings over the tissues and trash can while Billie coaxes you to drink a full cup of water. By the time the water is finished the doorbell rings. Both women walk over to door and within minutes return with a paper bag. Billie smirks at you and murmurs, “We got your favorite.” That makes you smile; however, you fall into a coughing fit.

Immediately both of your girlfriends rush over and sit on each side of you, patting your back. After a moment, the coughing stops, but you take a tissue and blow your nose, the sound obnoxious to your ears. Once that’s in the trash you take a deep breath and rasp, “Sorry.” Audrey kisses your forehead and soothes, “You’re just fine, darling. Let’s get you some soup.” Billie pulls out the bowl of steaming soup and hands it over along with a spoon. You thank her and begin to eat your meal, the warmth soothing your sore throat. It takes a long time to finish your meal, but you feel a little less bad after eating. Audrey takes the paper bowl and spoon from you to throw away. Meanwhile Billie takes out the cold medicine she purchased.

When you look back to see her pouring some, your body stiffens up and you whimper, “I-I don’t need medicine.” Billie chuckles and looks to you while teasing, “Y/n, sweet girl, I never realized how stubborn you are.” You keep quiet, eyeing the liquid down while keeping your distance. So, she takes your hand and soothes, “This will make you feel a lot better, babygirl.” Her smile and words of encouragement lead you to take the cold medicine before using the nose spray and Vick’s VapoRub.

The taste of cherries fills your mouth as you suck on a cough drop, laying back on the couch. Once you’re comfortable Billie places a blanket over you before planting a kiss on your forehead. However, after she does, the medium says, “You’re still burning up.” So, Audrey pops up and grabs the thermometer to take your temperature again. Once it beeps, Audrey gasps, her dark eyes wide. Billie doesn’t make any noise, but her brows furrow and she bites her lip before saying, “Still at 100.” But she looks to you with a calm smile, brushing your hair out of your face while soothing, “I’m sure the medicine will help you cool off a little.” Then your girlfriends give you some space, sitting together on the nearby loveseat and turning the TV on.

You look to them and see Audrey leaning against Billie, kept close by the arm Billie has wrapped around her shoulders. Audrey looks to you, noticing your expression, and soothes, “You’ll be back to yourself soon enough, love. Then we’ll give you all the cuddles you could ever want.” Her assurance makes you smile and feel a little better. Then Billie murmurs, “If you need anything let us know.” You swallow the tiny remnant of your cough drop and thank her. At first you watch the show that’s on, but as you continue to lay on the couch, snuggled under the covers, your eyelids get heavy and you fall asleep again.

You’re drawn out of sleep by Audrey murmuring, “Y/n, darling.” The first thing you can do is groan at how sore and achy your body feels. And as you wake up, your stomach churns and you feel nauseous again. The actress gently strokes your cheek and softly says, “I’m sorry, my love. But can you wake up for me? Then I’ll let you go back to sleep after a couple things.” So, you reluctantly open your eyes to see Audrey sitting on the edge of the nearby coffee table. Audrey looks you over with her brows furrowed before turning away to pick up something. When she pulls out a plate with toast on it you let out a weak noise of protest.

Audrey gives you a pitiful look and asks, “Can you just eat a little for me, darling? You’ll feel a little better with something in your stomach, I promise.” However, you turn your face away and mumble, “I’m not hungry.” Audrey tucks some of your unruly hair behind your ear and bargains, “Just one bite for me. You’ll get your appetite back as you eat.” Then she holds up the toast to your mouth. In an effort to please her, you turn back to face her and take a small bite, earning a smile. You continue to eat the toast but feel worse after finishing the whole thing. Audrey then helps you take your medicines, soothing you with her words the whole time.

Once that’s all done, you lay back down on the couch and squeeze your eyes shut, determined to not let your unruly stomach cause you to throw up. However, Audrey says your name, making you look to her. The actress bites her lip as she looks down at you, but timidly says, “You’ve done so well, honey. But can we take you back to our bedroom?” You automatically whine and look away. However, after a moment, you realize how childish you sound and hesitantly reply, “I guess.” your stomach lurching at the thought of moving. Audrey helps you sit up on the couch and murmurs, “I’m sorry, darling. I’ll leave you alone after this.” You let out a groan as you stand up, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to control your increasing nausea. Meanwhile Audrey apologizes and helps you start to walk. You manage to walk as far as the kitchen where Billie puts away dishes. She gives you a smile, but you break out into a sprint, covering your mouth as you run to the bathroom. Luckily you make it to the toilet before expelling the contents of your stomach.

As you continue your retching, you feel someone gather your hair and hold it away from your face. You realize it’s Audrey when you hear her whimper, “I’m so sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have pushed you to eat.” Meanwhile Billie grabs a towel for you. A couple minutes later, you quit gagging and try to take a deep breath, groaning at the acidic burning in your throat and nose. Your nose runs and tears fall out of your eyes from throwing up, but there are also tears of humiliation as well. Billie’s hand gently guides you to look at her and she begins to tenderly wipe your face with the towel as she murmurs, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Meanwhile Audrey flushes the toilet. After your face is wiped clean, Billie encourages you to blow your nose before disposing of the towel.

Your voice sounds even rougher than usual as you say, “I’m sorry. I’m making you treat me like a child or weakling.” They both shush you and Audrey soothes, “You’re absolutely no trouble to us sweetheart. And you’re definitely not weak.” Then her hand comes up to rub your back as she continues, “Your whole body is working to fight this off. Billie and I are just helping it along a little bit.” You look up to your other girlfriend and she gives you a warm smile with a wink.

Then Billie asks, “Do you feel a little better now?” By now you’re able to fully swallow and you reply, “Yeah.” Then Audrey murmurs from behind you, “Would you like to have a bath drawn? Maybe get cleaned off a bit?” The idea of washing off the different smells and sweat on you sounds appealing so you look back to her and rasp, “That would be nice.” So, the actress stands up and walks over to the large bathtub and turns on the tap. Then Billie helps you stand up and says, “I’m guessing you’d like to brush your teeth.” That makes you smile and croak, “Yes. If not for my sake than for yours.” The medium smiles back and sets out the toothpaste while you pull out your toothbrush. Then she keeps close, holding the hand that doesn’t hold your toothbrush.

After thoroughly cleaning your mouth, Billie helps you out of your clothes. Even though you’re sweaty, your body shivers in the cold and you cross your arms for some warmth. By now the tub is filled so you step into the bath and take a seat, letting out a sigh as the warm water soothes your sore muscles. The bathtub feels so empty with only you in it. But you are surprised when Audrey enters the bath. That makes you look back to see Billie undressing as well. 

You look between them and protest, “You don’t have to come in. I-I don’t want you to get sick.” Audrey’s hands come up to cup your face and she soothes, “Darling, we’ve both already been through this bug. And we want to be here for you.” Then she pecks your nose and continues with a smile, “Now if you try to protest our help again, I’ll have to insist on showering you with kisses.” That makes you smile and Billie sinks into the water as she purrs, “I’ll help you out with that, Audrey.” Then she gives you a wink, making you bite your lip as your cheeks warm.

Once they’re both settled, you rasp, “I just want to thank you both for taking care of me.” You look down and mutter, “I know I haven’t been the best patient today. I’m just…used to taking care of myself.” After apologizing, you venture to look up and Audrey pulls you into a warm hug, rubbing your back as she murmurs, “Oh you’re very welcome, love.” Then the actress backs up and asks, “How about Bill and I clean you up, so you don’t overwork yourself?” Your knee jerk reaction is to deny the offer. But after thinking about it, that would be nice. So, you hesitantly reply, “T-That would be nice.” In response, Audrey holds you close to her chest, encouraging you to wrap your arms around her slender middle and lean into her chest as Billie gently washes and conditions your hair. The way her acrylic nails lightly scratch your scalp makes you feel so relaxed.

Once that’s done, Audrey picks up the bar of soap and begins to wash your body. Her touch is gentle and intimate, but her face shows no signs of suggesting something more which you are grateful. It’s not that you don’t enjoy that, but the idea of having sex while feeling like a semi-truck ran you over is not appealing. After setting the soap aside and making sure to rinse any remaining suds away with the water, Billie guides you to lean into her front before murmuring, “Now we can just relax.” Her nails massage your scalp like earlier, making you feel tingly all over as your eyes struggle to stay open. In your relaxed state, you effortlessly melt into the medium’s chest, the warm water keeping you cozy.

Audrey comes up to sit beside Billie and asks, “Still feeling alright, darling?” Both of your girlfriends frown at your silence, however, when Billie tucks your hair away from your face, she sees your eyes are closed. She lets out a soft chuckle and says, “She fell asleep.” The actress peeks over to see and murmurs, “Poor thing. Hopefully she’s gotten through the worst of it.” Billie moves her hand to rub your back as she replies, “I would guess she has. Both of us only had it like this for a day.” Audrey hums in agreement, smoothing your hair down with her hand.

Billie and Audrey continue to let you rest until the water is no longer warm and all of you now have pruney fingers and toes. Billie shifts to sitting up while murmuring your name, pulling you out of your sleepy state. You take a deep breath and sit up, shivering as you realize how much the water has cooled. Both of your girlfriends smile at you and you drowsily ask, “How long was I asleep?” Billie kisses your cheek before replying, “Not that long.” Then Audrey rises out of the water while saying, “I’ll help you out.” You are too tired to protest and take her hands, glad she can compensate for your weakened legs.

Once out of the bath, you dry yourself off and put on the cozy flannel pajamas they picked out for you. Audrey and Billie also dry off and change, letting you brush your hair since it tends to be tangled and difficult to manage. Finally, the knots seem to be brushed out, so you head to the bedroom where Billie has you drink a glass of water before laying down.

For tonight you are the one in the middle with Audrey on your right side and Billie on your left. Once you're settled, Audrey curls into your chest and you use one arm to hold her close. Billie lays on her side so she faces you and nuzzles her face into the bend of your neck, placing her arms around both you and Audrey. Within minutes, you fall asleep once more, already feeling a little better with both of your lovers around you.

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Mc who lose her parents at an early age and she takes care of her twin brother alone (Mc x RFA , Mc xTrio )

RFA + Minor Trio with a Mc who raised her little twin brothers

The Requester contacted me and told me that they actually meant, that Mc has two little brothers~I hope you like it my love! Please tell me your opinion! Have a nice day and thank you for supporting me!

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Jumin

Two little brown haired boys laughed on a blue carpet while Jumin observed them with a smile.

One of the reasons why you wanted to hurry home as quickly as possible was because the brothers were at the Nanny’s place.

Of course you didn’t tell Jumin back then that they were the reason.

You told him later on when he decided to marry you.

,,I know it’s weird,’’ you said back then, ,,but I feel uncomfortable leaving my little brothers at someone’s place.’’

At that time, Jumin still didn’t understand what you meant, but he recalled the scenario every day…

,,I have two little twin brothers that I raised ever since I turned 20. Back then, when our parents died, they were just three years old,’’ you told him and showed him a picture of two little boys which now seemed like six or seven.

Jumin nodded.

,,I have no problem taking them in. I will accept everything you bring into this marriage, Mc,’’ Jumin said, making you smile brightly at him.

Today the boys were eight and playing happily with their toys.

,,Here, I brought you some vitamins!’’ you giggled and sat down on the couch next to your husband, where the little boys approached you.

Jumin put an arm around your shoulders and a hand on your growing belly while you fed him an apple.

Zen

No one would bring their kids along for their first date, but you were something totally different.

Zen understood.

After all, he already met your twin brothers when he saved you from Unknown back then.

The white haired man was about to blow up an entire family.

Zen still couldn’t believe that he was such an amazing hero to be honest.

,,Uncle Zen! Look what I can do!’’ the five years old boy giggled and showed Zen a drawing.

,,Ohh! Wow! Who are they?’’ Zen asked him and looked at the six people in the picture.

,,This one is you…’’ the boy mumbled, pointing at a figure.

,,Then there is noona, this is my brother, and these two are my real parents!’’ the boy happily said, making Zen emotional.

He was sad that the boys weren’t able to meet their parents in a proper way.

He could still remember the night when he saved you.

You were crying into his chest while you thanked him.

The twins, at that time, were already asleep.

,,Thank you so much, Zen! Oh my god, my little brothers almost died…’’ you sobbed, shaking crazily.

,,Oh, I thought they were your children,’’ Zen responded. At that time he really believed that you were a single mother.

,,No, they are my twin brothers...I’ve been raising them on my own for three years now...my parents died way too early…’’ you explained.

,,Oh my. Back then you were just twenty!’’ he gasped.

,,We’re back…’’ you mumbled when you walked hand in hand with your second little brother.

,,Hyung! Next time, I want to go to the bathroom with you! Noona is so embarrassing…!’’ the boy whined.

,,She said ,,Should we put in your little pipi again?’’ while a pretty girl was looking…’’ the boy whined, making Zen try very hard to hold in his laughter.

,,Of course, my boy,’’ Zen answered, finally laughing out loud.

Yoosung

The blond young man was so happy to see you, but for a moment he thought that you were a cheater when two little boys appeared behind you.

,,Yoosung, these are my four year old twin brothers! I’m raising them!’’ you smiled and lightly pushed the boys forward.

The boys bowed and greeted the older boy.

,,Oh, Mc! I thought we were the same age!’’ he laughed and bowed too.

,,I’m two years younger than you, Yoosung! I’ve been raising them since I turned 17…’’ you smiled.

Well, at least you tried to smile because he could sense a sad feeling in your smile.

The RFA around you stayed silent.

,,Mommy and Daddy went away to heaven! One day I will meet them there too! I will bring Noona along so that she won’t be sad anymore!’’ one of the boys laughed, giving Yoosung a stab into the heart.

,,But my little boy, it’s still too early for you-’’, Yoosung stopped when he saw that you were shaking your head.

,,They probably still don’t understand that heaven means they died…’’ Jaehee whispered.

And so Yoosung found you, an amazing girlfriend who also knew how to be a good mother.

Jaehee

,,Aish you rascals, say hello!’’ you whined as your nine years old brothers argued over something trivial.

Jaehee looked at them, her mouth open from the shock.

She didn’t believe it, but now she saw that you were already a mother!

,,So, their father…?’’ she slowly asked them.

,,Ah, he unfortunately died...it was so sad back then…’’ you almost whispered.

Jaehee patted your back.

,,Stay strong…!’’ she tried to console you, feeling a bit disappointed, however.

She expected that the two of you could be a couple, but she could understand that you still had feelings for him.

However Jaehee was amazed, you were apparently her age so that meant that you gave birth when you were 17.

,,When did the father die?’’ she asked you.

,,Both of them died shortly after they were born…’’ you explained, still observing your brothers.

,,Both?’’ she asked you.

,,Yes, he and his wife,’’ you nodded, looking at her.

But this time she seemed frozen.

,,He was married and you gave birth?’’ she asked you.

,,Unbelievable that married men always-,’’ Jaehee immediately stopped talking after you burst out in laughter.

,,These are my twin brothers, hahaha...not my children...but I raised them…’’ you chuckled and finally told her the whole story.

Saeyoung

,,They’re crying again…’’ Saeyoung whispered in the middle of the night, when suddenly, your baby twin brothers cried in the middle of the night.

They were just three, so it was somehow normal that they were still scared to sleep alone.

,,Let them sleep here for tonight…’’ Saeyoung offered after realizing that you couldn’t sleep for the last few days.

First, someone let you stay in a stranger’s apartment and as if that wasn't enough, you had to come along with him to save his twin brother and experience Jihyun’s death.

,,They first had to move from your house to the apartment, then to Jumin’s place, and now here…’’ Saeyoung mumbled as you walked to their room, resembling a monster.

,,I know…’’ you moaned sleepily and opened the door.

,,Noona…Hyung…’’ both of them cried.

You brightly smiled at them and took one of them into your arms.

,,Ai, are you scared alone? But your Hyungs worked so hard for your rooms…!’’ you said, referring to the work of Saeran, Saeyoung, Zen, Yoosung, and Jumin.

Saeyoung took one of your brothers into his arms and then went into his own room.

You were really glad that Saeyoung was so responsible now.

Not just for you, but for your little family.

Saeran

,,Hyung! Hyuuuuung!’’ your younger brother whined as Saeran cooked lunch.

,,Yes?’’ he smiled, taking your brother into his arms.

He still felt guilty that he somehow imprisoned you and your little brothers.

He put your little family into huge danger and you even saved him.

,,Noona is taking sooo long!’’ the boy showed the white haired man with his two little hands.

,,Yes, but that’s because your brother is feeling sick,’’ he tried to explain.

,,Aish, you!’’ you jokingly said to your brother, who quickly ran to you after Saeran put him down.

,,Will you let him cook?’’ you asked him, ruffling his hair.

,,He wanted to take me…!’’ the boy lied, making Saeran laugh.

,,Oi! Don’t lie!’’ you laughed along with your boyfriend, hugging him after giving him a kiss.

,,Thank you for staying with us…’’ you mumbled before your little brother asked you for something again.

Jihyun

When he arrived three years later, he didn’t expect to see you with two babies.

However, you could quickly tell him what happened.

,,I am so so sorry that I couldn’t stay by your side…’’ he sobbed with you while you let go of your tears into his chest.

Your parents died and left you with your little twin brothers.

To Jihyun, the burden left on your shoulders seemed as big as his burden, when he took Saeyoung and Saeran in, failing at the attempt of being a good caretaker.

But this time, he promised himself that he would give his very best. He also knew that you were different than Rika.

,,You are so strong...Not every 23 years old girl can take in her twin brothers…’’ Jihyun smiled, stroking your head.

From now on, he promised himself he would try his best to make everything a little bit better.

Not just for Saeran, who he just brought back, but also for you and your brothers as well for your shared future.

Vanderwood

,,Actually, I would like to talk to you about something…’’ you one day said in a tiny voice, worrying the long haired man.

He seemed cold from the outside, but Vanderwood was a loving boyfriend who was willing to do anything for your well being.

He listened to your words carefully.

Every time a tear was on your cheek, he stroked it away, and when you hands began to tremble, he held them into his own, trying to calm you down.

Of course, the death of loving people around you was hard to accept.

But you didn’t even have time to grieve over them since they left you with two three years old babies.

You had to stay awake at night when they cried for their parents, smile in front of them, and work hard for them.

You couldn’t become ill whenever they were ill or else you would have lost your job.

You weren’t allowed to make a single mistake or else the state would have separated you.

You had to do so many things.

,,I’m proud of you,’’ Vanderwood whispered when your speech ended, making you look up at him, surprised.

You were never complimented before for your hard work.

Everyone always assumed that this was a big sister’s job after all.

But Vanderwood said that you did well.

He actually smiled at you and stroked your hand.

And accepted them with his all.

Six days later he sat in the corner, kind of depressing, and looked at the mess.

,,And you cleaned this up…? On a daily basis?’’ he asked you, shocked.

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[mischas]

i know this reply is like a week late and i apologize but i just saw someone on your blog say that the stuff abt adam could have been also used as a way to hype up the pod and while i def understand where they're coming from + don't doubt that rachel is VERY pr savvy, i do think a lot of time has passed since then that she looks far more fondly on it now. that being said, i don't know her and never will, so i can't speak much on this. she was also asked abt it on another podcast and abt (cont)

and also abt mischa and if she was still in contact w/ her and pm said that while she hasn't rly spoken to her in almost a decade, that she wishes her well and doesnt hold ill will towards her, but i need to relisten to make sure since my memory is foggy on that. she did bscly say the same stuff she said on the armchair podcast re: adam, so nothing too new on that front. i also saw an interview adam did w/ av club the other day and pm said that he has no hard feelings towards the show itself now

but that he mainly wants to focus on his current work and seth isnt smth he wants to be defined for solely for the rest of his life. sorry for the info dump btw shjkdfjf if u want more context on it PLEASE let me know lol

also wanted to add and say that i don't think dax going on and on abt their relationship for like mins is okay though. i feel like regardless of context or w/e, it'd still be weird just like how that person on instyle writing a whole article on how sad the breakup made them is weird.

I am not good at responding to messages or requests as evidenced by this late reply so absolutely do not worry about anything at all. 

I’m disappointed that she and Mischa haven’t talked in a decade. That’s too bad, they seemed like they genuinely liked one another. But I also have to constantly remember that they worked together for only three years. Same goes for much of the other cast (give or take a year). Plus they were pretty young and those friendships can come and go. 

Not surprised about Adam, that’s pretty much what I felt his vibe was. He has seemed to talk more pleasantly about the experience in the last year or two but in general wishes to discuss his more recent work. Which I totally understand.

Yeah, I think it’s just weird to talk about it as long as they did. It’s awkward and like Dax just couldn’t take the hint. I kind of expect weird articles about old Hollywood couples from trashy publications but not from InStyle. I think it was cool for Rachel to be so chill and funny about it but she must be like damn give it a rest.

[aot-humanitysfaith]

I have an angst requestttt . With mafia Levi - where his civilian reader finds out he’s mafia but reader won’t be with him because her brother/sister/mom/dad was killed by mafia. And for super angst ! Reader runs away from Levi once she finds out, Levi never getting a chance to explain himself.or reader gets kidnapped! Before Levi could tell her he is a crime boss

Took a while, But here it is. Hope I fulfilled the request.

BTW TRIGGER WARNING> Threat of rape. 

You and Levi had been dating for almost three years, it started out complicated, actually. At first, you despised the shorty, his attitude would grate your last nerve every time he called you 'Brat' or 'Idiot' every time he stopped by your small cafe for his tea. Three times a day, every day, same thing, a cup of your handcrafted black tea. But one day he stopped and called you something else entirely, “Thanks for the tea, my dear.”

“What?” You said out of surprise but he only left the building in response. It confused you, how nonchalantly he called you ‘dear’ as if it was normal for the two of you. You carried on like that for some time, Hed come in for his tea, you would smile and he would pay and call you something else, ‘dear’, ‘darling’, and then one day, ‘love’.

“I’m taking you to dinner. See you tonight, love.”  You scoffed and stopped him this time, “What?” “What? You can’t just declare that I’m going to dinner with you. How about being a gentleman and asking?”

“Fine, brat. Y/n, will you go to dinner with me?” “Not with that attitude.” You smirked and he growled in annoyance, “Alright. But it better be nice to make up for the crappy proposal.” He grumbled as he walked away.

That was how it all started. From then on it was fancy dinners and gifts. Constantly changing nicknames, though he still called you a brat, now it was more of a term of endearment. After a year you moved in with him, after the loss of your father, brutal murder by a man to who he apparently owed money. He comforted you, drove you to the funeral and back, let you cry yourself to sleep in his hold, promised you it would be okay.

Now two years later you were coming home early from inventory at the cafe, walking in to see Levi in the lounge with four other men, playing poker. Not wanted to interrupt you went to the kitchen to fix you something for lunch as the men played and talked, standing at the counter as you fixed the food you overheard something you wished you didn’t.

“So have you told your little lady yet?” A gruff voice questioned and you froze.

“Told her what?” “That you’re the head of the Mitras crime family?” You covered your mouth out of fear you would expose yourself and instead put the food away and went upstairs. Not too long after Levi joined you and was surprised to see you sitting on the bed, a packed bag beside you.

“Y/N? What’s this? What’s going on?” He demanded as he walked over, taking your hands. You didn’t fight, just let your hands hang from his, “Love?”

“Mitras Crime boss?” You whispered and he locked eyes with yours, “Were you ever going to tell your ‘little lady’?”

“You heard? How?”

“I came home early. I saw you and them playing poker so I went into the kitchen for something to eat and overheard it. But were you ever going to tell me?” You raised your voice, a rarity for you that surprised Levi. All the arguments and spats you two had, you never yelled. Even when he did.

“One day, yes.”

“One day. But not anytime soon. Not after I told you about my father. Right?” You scoffed and stood up, taking your bag, “No, you wouldn’t have told me, cause you knew this would happen. I’m leaving, Levi. Now. When I find an apartment, I’ll come to collect my things.”

He grabbed your wrist, “Y/N, baby...please.” He whispered, “Don’t….don't leave me. I had nothing to do with his death. Please.”

“Stay with you? With a mafia boss? No. Now let me go or I swear to god, I will call the cops.” He released you and you left.

The moment he heard the front door slam he destroyed the bedroom. The mattress was flipped, the clothes were thrown everywhere, your leftover makeup threw across the room. But the only thing he spared, was the framed picture of you two on your nightstand. Staring at that picture, he knew he lost the only good thing in his life. Leaving him utterly consumed by his demons. 

Weeks passed but he never heard from you. He called your phone but all he got was the voicemail, which he alone must have filled up with his endless calls, pleading for you to hear him out. But soon enough, your mother came knocking.

“Levi is Y/N here??  She hasn't been answering her phone." He could tell your mother, a woman who is normally refined and well presentable, was frazzled with worry.

"I was going to ask you that same thing. She...is she with her sister? Or at the cafe?" Her mother shook her head sobbing, "Okay...Go home see if she shows up. I'll make some calls." She nodded and walked out as Levi dialed his contacts.

You woke up, seeing the same concrete walls of your capture warehouse. It's been weeks, you were bloody and filthy, wearing the same thing for days now. Your phone was busted and you knew Levi would have called repeatedly. They talked about how he was disrespectful and needed to learn, They acted as if you didn’t know and you kept it that way, played the dumb girl, rather than let them know.

“It’s him.” A man walked in with a phone in hand, “Want’s proof of life.” They put the phone to your ear, “Talk, bitch.” “L-Levi?” You asked softly, “It’s me. It’s Y/N.”

“Listen close, few friends and I are coming. Keep your head down.” He spoke fast, but you caught it all as the phone was jerked away.

“Cool 2 mill. Clean cash and your little girl won’t bleed anymore. She’s a looker, just my type.” You felt disgusted, terrified, and all-around ill. It was some time before the doors opened again, the whole time they talked about what they wanted to do to you, what they would do if Levi did pay up. You stayed silent, even when one man started playing with your hair, his hands trailing down your shoulders.

“Hands off Luca. He’s here.” Levi was led in, but he didn’t look himself. For one, his normal clean shaved face was stubbly and he looks as if he hasn’t slept in days. His shirt was untucked and wrinkled, and he carried a large bag that he dropped at Luca’s feet, “Count it.”

“Piece of shit, It’s there, not let her go before I do what I should and kill you for touching her.” You kept your eyes on him, “Y/N, I’m sorry. You never should have gotten involved, I shouldn’t have dragged you to this hell.” The man cleared it and you were untied and shoved into Levi. You wouldn’t say it, but you missed his touch.

“Shoot them.” Luka shrugged and Levi pulled out his gun, holding you behind him. Three others held guns to you, but before anyone could speak a short woman, Mikasa you remembered, held a knife to one man’s throat, another held a gun to Luca and a man with ashy blond hair pointed one to another gunman.

“I’m not stupid enough to come here without back up. Luca, before Isabel puts a bullet in you, call off your mutts. Then quietly leave the state. Coming back here will only end in blood for you, all of you.” With a growl he snapped his fingers and all three left, Levi’s friends followed them out as you pulled away.

“Y/N-” “No. This….this is why I can’t stay. Not because of my father, though that’s a factor. But this?! Being held hostage? Benign beaten while a man feels me up and threatens to rape me!!!??? How the hell do you expect me to stay, Levi!?”

“This will never happen again. I swear to you. If...if you want to leave me...okay. I will never fault you for that. But I need you to know one thing. If you forget everything else, the good, bad and ugly, please remember this. I love you. I will always love you and protect you with my life. You can leave me today and fall in love with another but I will never quit loving you. Be it as a friend, loyal customer, or a partner.”

“Levi, I love you. That is an indisputable fact. But so it this, you are dangerous. Your business is dangerous. I can’t stay and put everyone else that I love in this danger.” You stroked his cheek, “You are so much more than a criminal. You can be so much more. Maybe you will be and we can try again. But for now? We’re done.” You gave him one last kiss, “Take me home? To my mother’s.”

“As you wish, my love.” He sighed and led you out and to his car.