#jack x genderneutral reader

[kyupidos]

08/??/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

him as your lab partnerヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘for this class period, you’ve been assigned a lab partner.’

characters. savanaclaw ( excl. leona ) : ruggie bucchi , jack howl ( separate ) ;; platonic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), lab assignment is unspecified, silly fluff

📡 _a/n. 0 idea era, writer’s block..everyone praise queen maha for being my idea supply even though she’s not even into twst!! ( yet ).

ruggie

— him as a lab partner..had a tough time figuring this one out, but i’m figuring that yep, ruggie’s going to do his side of the work. and, maybe even a little extra depending on how much food you trade him for it.

— yeah, it’s always some sort of payment if you’re looking for some help with this guy. now, it depends how friendly you two are, but for the most part, don’t expect any leniency when it comes to it. food is forever! ignore him shushing grim in the background in case he gets on your case about not giving away your lunch.

— he may also slightly tease you if he finds you having troubles with the assignment, and he’ll coax you into trading food with him to deal with it, he seems like the type. “Shishishi, do you really not know the ingredients we need for this? Whatever, just give me today’s sandwich at the cafeteria and it’s all good!”

— i don’t think it’s all teasing though, he can get serious when he needs to. after all, he needs to get a good grade from this! and that means he won’t let you start to act sleazy.

— if you’re the type who tends to take over the assignment because you prefer working alone, that’s good enough for him. he’s just fine with handing you the reigns; so long as you still let him do stuff though. he needs that participation grade at least.

— oh, but don’t worry about him taking the credit for your work or anything. he’s thankful that you worked with him to get a high enough passing score ( unlike a certain kingscholar ), and he doesn’t have a reason too anyway. therefore? 8/10 lab partner rating, chill as hell.

jack

— now, jack is definitely on the more normal side of the spectrum of twst lab partners. he’s doing his best to participate in the lab assignment and making sure you take part too, splitting the work evenly so that neither of you flunk this assignment.

— unlike ruggie, who’s more than happy to do more work ( so long as you feed him that is ), he outright refuses to accept anything if you’re trying to get out of this classwork. y’know, being morally good n all. if anything, if you try that sort of thing, he’s scolding you for not wanting to do the work.

— if either of you get a little lost on what you’re supposed to do, don’t worry, jack already has his textbook out to make sure you’re both on the right track. the instructions written there shouldn’t be too vague, so you’ll be fine.

— if not though, you might end up engaging in a little banter over how the text should be interpreted. you’ll get over it eventually, not to worry, but if you’re stuck for too long you might need to call over professor crewel before the lab work goes unfinished. “okay, so i think this part means..no, that’s wrong isn’t it? i’m pretty sure it means this..”

— needless to say, working with him as your lab partner is going to go pretty smoothly, save for the light banter every now and then. pretty good partner for assignments, would reccommend, 10 out of 10.

[likeabulldigidigibombombombom]

Stray kids x genderneutral!reader headcanons

Random Stray Kids prompt headcanons because I’m too lazy to write a whole fucking fic but I still want to post:

Pairing: Stray kids x Genderneutral!reader, established relationships for all of them

Warnings: Just fluff, one teeny tiny mention of throwing up, Remember that this is all just my opinion!

Would they win a pillow fight against you?

Bang Chan:

Technically, yes

But my guy is too whipped to allow you to loose

He’s gonna let you win

And he’s also gonna let you brag about it

He’s so cute AShSJKMVFNDjsk

Lee Know:

Yes.

My guy is gonna be COMPETITIVE

You better run

He wont back down

He is gonna tease you about your loss for days

It’s hot though

(is it just me that finds being teased hot???)

Anyways you’re absolutely done for😻😻😻

Changbin:

I think it’s 50/50

On one hand he would totally win and then brag about it endlessly

Like bro is jacked there is no way he wouldn’t win

Lots of muscle flexing if he wins😶

But

On the other hand

He is baby girl

He would loose and complain

He would be pouting for the rest of the day

Hyunjin:

No

Bro is dramatic asf

If you hit him, my guy is going to be screaming, crying, throwing up into a pillow case instantly

I don’t think I need to explain anymore

Han:

No

He would try 

Eventually you’d end up getting the upper hand

He’d be the type to just hold the pillow above his head to protect himself and scream

I think he’d just congratulate you when you decide to spare him💀

Felix

Yes

I have no idea why but I think he’d just be insane at pillow fights

He seems like the type to just be good at them

He’d be so sweet about winning though

He’d eventually give up after declaring his win and just cuddle with you instead😭

Seungmin:

Yes

This bitch is evil

How do you cheat in a pillow fight?

Idfk but he’ll find a way

After winning this dumbass will be pinning you to the floor while making fun of you for losing

If you tell him that he cheated he’ll just evily laugh and ignore you

Literally satan if he had an adorable laugh and was hot

I.N

Mostly no

Most of the time he won’t put any effort in

“Isn’t this a bit too childish?”

If you do get him to participate he’s winning

He’ll be putting up the fight of his life

Similar to Seungmin, he will be pinning you to the floor while making fun of you for losing

Bro is trying to make you blush

If he succeeds his mission will be complete

What are their love languages?

Bang Chan:

Words of affirmation

He will shower you in praise

But you need to shower him back

Call him pretty.

Call him talented.

Call him sweet.

He will melt

Lee Know:

Gift giving

Bro is bad with words

He’ll give you cute shit

You’ll give him cute shit

You’ll both be happy 

Changbin:

Quality time

He needs to be screaming into your ear at all times

Hyunjin:

Quality time

He just wants to hang out with you😭😭😭

Han:

Acts of service

Idk why I think this

Bro is just whipped for you

He’ll do anything 

Felix

Physical touch

This is obvious

Just let the bitch hug you

Seungmin:

This was hard

Probably gift giving

I don’t have much reasoning

He just gives the vibes

I.N

Acts of service

He wants to do shit for you

He wants you to do shit for him

It's practical

How much would they tease you and what they would tease you about?

(I love this prompt my brain is so incredible)

Bang Chan:

I don’t think he’d tease you very much

If he does its more like 😻 instead of 😼

It would usually be you blushing at one of his many shit pickup lines he says instead of just making fun of it

“Aw look at you!”

“You’re so pretty when you blush”

“Did my pick up line work? Are you in love with me now?”

Lee Know:

Daily

24/7

Bro can’t stop

It would be for you making a mistake, blushing, breathing or doing anything at all

If you show any signs of getting flustered from his teasing YOU BETTER RUN

“How did you even do that? What is going on inside your head?”

“Oh my god are you blushing?!”

“I made you blush! That is so funny”

“You are so red, it’s so fucking cute”

I gave up on the rest of the members because I'm sleep deprived😻😻😻 sorry🤷‍♀️

Where would they kiss you the most?

Bang Chan:

Cheek

You’re sitting down doing nothing

He’ll kiss you on the cheek

You’re making some food

He’ll kiss you on the cheek

You’re having a bad day

HE’LL KISS YOU ON THE FUCKING CHEEK

Cheek is a weird word

Lee Know:

Forehead

I love wholesome Minho shit

He’ll look deep into your eyes and kiss your forehead at random times in the day

Mainly before you go to sleep

(sleep is what i need rn)

Changbin:

Nose

It’s so cute😭

I love my brain

Bro would just come up to you and kiss your nose and hug you

Changbin is so pookie

Hyunjin:

Hands

In a previous headcanon I called him poetic

He is still poetic

My guy is a mother father gentleman

Han:

Lips

It’s normal

It’s also super cute

Han is so bbg

Felix

Eyelids

Poetic pt2

The word eyelids sounds so aggressive

Eyelids😈👹👿

Imagine shutting your eyes, about to go to sleep and you feel soft lips placing gentle kisses on your 👹eyelids👹

It’s so cute

But the word eyelids isn't

Seungmin:

Lips pt2

It’s normal

As I said, it’s also really cute

Basic is good sometimes LMAO

I.N

Neck

Bro likes to fluster you idk what to say

Getting hugged from behind by him and feeling kisses going down your neck aGFgyuhbVGyhuJbgHJBVghJBgyui

How good would they be at cooking (scale of 1-10)?

Bang Chan:

7/10

Good enough

He can totally cook for you if you don’t feel up to it

But he isn’t a 5-star Michelin 

Lee Know:

10/10

Cooking god

How does he have so much skill???

Changbin:

5/10

Nothing has burnt down yet

He knows how to follow a recipe

Screaming can regularly be heard from the kitchen

Hyunjin:

6/10

The stuff he makes may not be Lee Know level, but it works

He seems like the type to find it calming

Han:

4/10

The stuff he makes doesn’t taste good

He can make it

Just not well

Frozen meals>

Felix

5/10

He’s way better at baking

The stuff he makes will look like shit and taste decent

At least you can survive off of the food

The Michelin shit was a lie dude😭

Seungmin:

2/10

Seungmin, babe, no.

Fires have burned

Ash has been consumed

Pure chaos

He's gonna be laughing about it too

I.N

8/10

He’s taking a Zoom class

He can cook some scrumptious shit

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Masterlist

[meshla-cyarika]

A Night In - Jack Harkness hcs

summary: what usual nights in with your boyfriend, Jack, is like.

Jack Harkness x genderneutral reader

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Since Jack doesn't have a place of his own, except for the Hub itself, crashing at your apartment has become normal. Not that you mind, the company of your boyfriend is better than the quietness of your flat.

Every other night, you wake up to the sound of the sound of someone breaking into your apartment. But as soon as you hear the shout of "Honey, I'm home!" from Jack you lower the gun you hide under your pillow. And then all the other nights, you're both tumbling into your flat, laughing at something stupid one of you did on the mission you were just set on.

If you're lucky Jack will bring back a bottle of wine to share, he'll say something like "ah, 1923, great year, well not for me..." then go down a rambling tangent about his past in early history.

You have no idea how Jack manages to forget that mortal humans get absolutely shit faced off alcohol every time you both share a bottle of something. He'll only remember when he's laughing at one of his jokes and notices that you haven't joined in on the giggling, then he looks to his side and find you slumped agaisnt his shoulder, glass nearly slipping out of your grasp, face nuzzled into his military coat. He'll either pick you up bridal style and carry you to be, or lay you both down onto the sofa to cuddle. It's nice while it lasts, because as soon as you wake up, you have a pounding headache and it takes you ten minutes to figure out where you are. Meanwhile, your knight in shiny armour has no signs of a hangover thanks to his immortality voodoo. But hey atleast he gives you the morning off.

[nixie-writes-aot]

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, praising kink, brat taming, oral mention, switch Reiner, dom Reiner, exhibitionism, uhhh more undoubtedly

Pairing: Reiner Braun x genderneutral reader

Author's Note: So. I saved this to my drafts with the ask, right? Tumblr ate it so uhhhh for the anon who wanted Reiner, here you are dhdnjsns

Aftercare: What they're like after sex

Reiner is a complete cuddle bug, whispering praise in your ear as he pulls you close. He's just as tired as you, if not more, but he wants you to know that no matter how rough he was, he loves you. Reiner absolutely adores you, naturally. He'd never pass up another chance to make you well aware of that. Reiner wants to know that you still love him, too. He can be a tad insecure, after all. 

Body Part: Their favorite body part of theirs and yours

Reiner is rather fond of his height, while not a body part per say I'm gonna say it counts. He likes to tower over you, almost like a guard dog. Like you have some sort of scary dog privilege but said scary dog is just Reiner. Albeit Reiner can be absolutely terrifying when he wants to and has a tendency towards being protective. Especially of you.

As for his favorite body part on you, it'd be your hands. He likes to hold them, looking at the size difference between the two of you. Even better, he likes to pin them above your head or behind your back when he fucks you. Just so he can watch you squirm with no chance of you really hiding or muffling anything.

Cum: Anything to do with cum

Reiner loves to watch his cum drip out of your mouth or hole. That and cumming on your face in general. He has a really bad breeding kink, wanting to see his cum on you and dripping. Sometimes he'll even stuff his cum back into you, growling that you can't waste a drop. 

Dirty Secret: Dirty secret of theirs

Reiner gets hard at the idea of having a stay at home spouse, of being able to go home after a hard day and seeing you cooking. Often he will end up fucking you after dinner, slamming his cock into you over and over as you can do nothing but lay there being fucked dumb by your boyfriend.

Experience: How experienced are they?

Reiner probably has had a few partners, aware of what he does or doesn't want. So not the most experienced but he definitely has enough experience to make you feel like you're on cloud nine. 

Favorite Position: Self explanatory

Reiner likes any position where he gets to watch your face change and contort with pleasure, growling his praise in your ear as he fucks into you. 

Goofy: Are they serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc

Reiner isn't particularly serious nor humorous in the moment, preferring to make it as lighthearted and comfortable as possible for you. Reiner prioritizes your enjoyment as much as he possibly can, he loves to take care of you.

Hair: How well groomed are they?

Reiner is fairly well groomed but doesn't prioritize it. If you asked him to, he'd probably shave completely. Reiner doesn't really care about body hair. He never has, viewing it as just another thing about human nature.

Intimacy: How are they romantically?

Reiner is an absolute sweetheart. He would take you wherever you wanted but his favorite is stargazing. Reiner doesn't like fucking someone just to get off, he needs a human connection. At least a friendship beyond just the sex but preferably a proper romantic relationship.

Jack off: How often do they masturbate?

Reiner masturbates pretty often, having a decently high sex drive. Plus he just likes the moments to himself to fuck his fist, the personal familiarity he gets with his own body. Reiner likes discovering how best to please himself.

Kink: One or more of their kinks

Breeding. Reiner loves to cum inside of you, marking you in a way. Claiming your hole for his only to cum inside, growling teasing comments about how good you look dripping with his seed. Reiner will sometimes purposely creampie you just to act all disappointed, fuck his cum inside of you and comment about "guess I'll just need to cum inside of you again".

Size. Reiner loves how small you are in comparison to him, loves holding you and fucking you in his lap. He marvels at how you take his cock despite how large it is, how even with all the prep possible you still struggle to take it no matter how many times he stretches you out.

Location: Favorite places to do it

Reiner mostly likes to stick to the bed, maybe the shower or a desk, to fuck you on. Although he's willing to fuck you mostly anywhere that its unlikely anyone will catch the two of you.

Motivation: What turns them on?

Reiner likes to be teased just as much as he likes to tease. So, being teasing to him is far too easy a way to get him hard. He loves feeling your hand on his knee, going up his thigh slowly and rubbing his cock through his pants. It drives Reiner crazy. He'll end up bending you over the closet surface, fucking you with reckless abandon. 

No: What turns them off?

Reiner hates the idea of just fucking to fuck, he understands that some like it and respects it. Don't yuck someone's yum, after all. However, for him, its all about the connection. The love, if you will. So if he's being used just for sex, its an immediate turn off. 

Oral: Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc

Reiner is a giver, he likes giving you oral. He's really good with his tongue too, pressing it against all the right spots. The way you squirm under his tongue makes him beyond horny, almost painfully hard at times. Sometimes he will agree to you giving him a blowjob and oh boy. Just because he likes giving over receiving doesn't mean he doesn't like it because he loves your tongue on him. 

Pace: Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc

Reiner tends to be fast and rough, building up to it so that his size doesn't hurt you. He loves just grabbing your thighs as he slams himself into you, fucking you as hard as he possibly can. On other days, however, he can be rather soft and slow, worshiping every inch of you. 

Quickie: Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc

Reiner prefers long, drawn out sessions that often have multiple rounds. With his size, its best to have as much prep as possible after all. But sometimes, if he's horny enough, he'll go for a quickie. Although you will likely not be able to walk right even with him just being quick. 

Risk: Are they willing to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc

Reiner is fairly willing to experiment and will take risks, particularly when it comes to being teased. Being behind you in line, feeling you press your ass into him a bit too purposely. Even at a table, his thigh being rubbed. He loves being teased. 

Stamina: How many rounds can they go? How long do they last? Etc

Reiner has a decent amount of stamina, he can probably go for two or three rounds. Each round lasting a while as he does whatever is necessary for you to orgasm. Reiner loves watching you come undone because of him, drawing each orgasm out of you like its an artform and he's a master. 

Toys: Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves? Etc

Reiner doesn't use or have his own toys, preferring to use his own hands on himself. However, if you have any? He will gladly use them on you, drawing out all of your pleasure as he fucks you with a dildo, watching how you take the purple, smooth surface.

Unfair: How much do they like to tease?

Reiner loves to be teased. He's a service dom and struggles a bit with not just giving in and giving you what you want. When you've been good at least. When you've been a brat, he can easily give Bertholdt a run for his money as far as being a mean dom goes.

Volume: How loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc

Reiner is fairly loud, teasing and praising you. He never shuts up, mostly just talking. Although sometimes he lets out grunts. Rarely, you might hear him moan himself, probably because you're sucking him off and he's trying so hard not to fuck your mouth. 

Wild Card: A random headcanon

X-ray: What's going on under those clothes?

Reiner likes to be watched and heard. He often jacks off to the idea that you can hear him. He will absolutely go harder and rougher on you if theres the risk of being caught or heard. He will especially growl dirty nothings about that in your ear as he presses you against the wall and absolutely rails you.

Reiner is a large man, his cock no different. Its thick and heavy. His balls match the size of his cock. His cock curves upwards with a few veins and a pink cockhead. He has some body hair that he keeps decently trimmed. 

Yearning: How high is their sex drive? 

Reiner has a fairly high sex drive, willing to go whenever you are pretty much. He often tries not to go to you for his own desperation but fails, horribly. He only ends up fucking you harder, especially when he has been holding back. 

Zzz: How quickly do they fall asleep after?

Reiner only really sleeps well with you so he's probably the first to fall asleep. His arms wrapped around you, nuzzling into your neck with his slight beard lightly scratching you. Sometimes, he doesn't even remember to pull out before falling asleep while cuddling you. 

[twstfanblog]

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[finn-writes-stuff]

Hello. If you're willing and have the time, I jumbly request a TLOVM headcannon for the team having a female s/o who steals their weapons and tries to figure out to use them. What would their reactions be and would they/how would they teach them to use the weapons?

Jack of All Trades

There's hardly a better way to get to know someone than to share their passions.

Vex'ahlia, Keyleth & Pike x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role

Format: Headcanons

Genderneutral Reader

Masterlist

No more than 4 characters to one post, so the boys will be in another! -Finn

Vex'ahlia

Vex is pretty protective of her bow, she likes having it on her in case it's needed at a moment's notice.

However, if you steal it, she'll suspect Vax and Scanlan first, giving you some time to have your fun before she catches you.

She's about ready to kill the boys, but when she realizes you have her bow, the anger all just melts away. Doubly so if you are visibly bad with the bow.

Vex will teach you how to use it just for the excuse to be pressed up behind you to correct your stance.

If it's her Fenthras bow, she will not teach you how to use its abilities unless you specifically ask. She is well aware of how much trouble you could get into with the bramble shot.

Keyleth

Keyleth more uses her magic and wild shapes than a direct weapon, but her staff is a good equivalent.

She will assume that she misplaced it, and she will panic about it. Please tell her when you take it.

Ask for your own staff and she will get you a tree branch, it's not hard. It will be a very nice branch though.

She knows the basics of defending herself just with her staff, and she's more than willing to run you through them too if you ask!

She would love to spar with you during downtime. It improves both of your skills and it's fun to knock the staffs against each other.

Pike

Another magic user! She does have her Morningstar though, and it is ridiculously fun to swing around.

She'll laugh when she sees you with it, trying to understand the balance of the swings. It's a little bit like swinging a sledgehammer.

"Come on, I've got my shield! Swing it at me!" She playfights with Grog all the time, so there's nothing she would love more than teaching you to use the Morningstar by jumping right into the action.

Pike is pretty comfortable with using either her weapon or her magic, so she isn't super bothered by you borrowing it. If you don't ask though, it will become a game of hiding it from each other.

She will not offer to get you your own because she really enjoys seeing you swinging hers around. It never fails to make her smile.

[azures-bazar]

Peculiar Scents

Let's be honest, almost everyone agrees that 1899!John rarely takes baths and is somewhat dirty all day long ! lol

And here is another very weird one-shot my brain managed to work with ! I wrote this between 2 coffees while on a break, please don't mind my awful mistakes ! :')

The gif can be explained later in this one-shot ! This is not a ship.

John Marston x GenderNeutral!reader

Word count : 2k

Short summary : You can’t stand it anymore. This smell is terrible ! John didn’t wash in three weeks... and you can't let him keep going.  

A/note : This is NOT A SHIP ! The reader is having a very friendly/sibling-like relationship with John Marston. I’m too much into John x Abigail (or even John x Javier), sorry :’)

Tags : cute, John is terrified of water, ancient rubber duck, flowers, bath, good and bad scents, John is always dirty, chapter 3, siblings

"No !"

John’s voice sounded across camp. You and Sean had been chasing him for over an hour to convince him to wash himself. You had first attempted to be very nice to him, gently asking him to just rub a piece of wet cloth over his body, which did not seem to work much. Sean was more brutal, carrying ropes to lasso him while John kept walking around camp to get away from the two of you. However, despite giving your best effort to convince him to clean himself a little, John was not ready to accept your request. Abigail had begged you while Arthur had given up, you kindly obliged. 

"Pa’ always stinks !" you heard Jack say almost twice a day

"I can’t walk by his tent no more." the girls had told you

"Sometimes I feel like there’s a rotting corpse in his tent !" Pearson often complained 

"I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he’s peeing by his bed every morning to mark his territory…" Bill usually sighed when passing by John’s tent

In fact, you were one of the first victims of his terrible smell. Your tent was right next to his, and his horrible scent of sweat could only make you feel nauseous as soon as you would wake up and while he would open his tent flaps, unleashing his body odours for at least five minutes. The two of you were always paired to go on guard duty at the same time, so it meant that you were sharing the same schedule when it came to rest in your respective tents. Dutch had firmly refused to move your quarters away from John’s, believing it would certainly enrage Ms. Grimshaw and disturb her overall organisation. He also thought it would lead other members to actively start asking the girls and Arthur to move their tents depending on their moods… and Sean would have been the first to ask for his tent to be moved closer to Lenny’s. 

As far as you could recall, John had always hated baths, and it was painfully hard to convince him otherwise. When you got inducted into the gang by Dutch, just five or six years after John, you could easily remember his smell and how bad you felt when he was too close to you, feeling nauseous most of the time. You adored him, he was the closest to a brother to you, you were always paired with him and hanged with him quite often, but his overall body odour could not make you stay near him for more than a hour without leading you to get some serious migraines. He would wash every once in a while, probably three times a month, which was a miracle considering his hatred for water in general. 

Quite often, Arthur had to hogtie him and drop him into the nearest lake or river, or even go to the closest saloon to give him a proper bath. And, indeed, John hated that. He hated being hogtied and forced into water and would never miss the opportunity to complain whenever someone would do that to him. 

"Get back here, Marston !" Sean shouted from behind you 

"I said no !" 

"Oi, ya ain’t gonna go far, we can track ya with yer bloody scent !" 

Arthur watched you pass before him with a smirk, proceeding to draw a scene of you and Sean chasing Arthur in his journal. He could feel empathy for the two of you, despite this sight was probably the most delightful comedy he had ever watched so far. He had been at your place for years, and seeing someone else have to catch Marston to give him a bath was a very nice comedy to watch ! 

"John, please !" you shouted 

"Leave me be !" 

You kept walking around camp for a while as Sean was preparing his lasso. John’s quick walk was also quite comical to watch, the way he moved his hips and arms made him look like a real clown. A dirty clown. You grumbled as John started running away from camp, quickly getting on your horse as Sean followed you, climbing on Ennis. He was ready to lasso John, who was trying his best to get away from Clemens Point by running as fast as he could. What a surprising thing to watch, just a few weeks ago, he could barely walk due to his recent scars ! 

"C’mon Marston !" Sean laughed. "Some water ain’t gonna kill ya !" 

"Leave me and my dirt alone !" Marston shouted 

"Ain’t got a chance !" you laughed 

John was not going to let anyone take him to take a bath. He hated water, he always had. Bessie had been the only one who had successfully convinced him to bathe, he would do it as soon as she would ask. However, since her passing, it had been overwhelmingly difficult to get Marston to take a bath. He was deadly scared of water, for some reason. Arthur did try his best to teach him to swim, but Marston never succeeded, nearly drowning more than once. It always took a few gang members to drag him into water by now, and you were often among these poor fellers that would be chosen to give him a bath. 

After a very short time, Sean successfully lassoed John, you went down your horse, you tied his hands in his back. He started swearing, begging you to let go, wriggling as much as he could to set himself free. You had to pinch your nose, what a terrible smell ! Even Sean, who’s overall body odour was mix between whiskey and cigarettes, smelled better than John ! 

"Yer goin’ to take a bath, Marston !" MacGuire happily said, dragging John to Ennis 

"Leave me alone !" he responded, wriggling his arms to get the rope away from his wrists 

"I can’t stand your smell anymore, John." you grumbled. "I seriously can’t. So you’re going to take a bath or…-" 

"Or what ?! I ain’t a kid no more, Y/N ! You can’t just scold me like a child ! I ain’t a…-" 

"Next time, I’ll take our boat right here and throw you into the lake so you won’t ever reach the edge of Clemens Point." 

John gasped and grumbled, nodding in shame as Sean dragged him on Ennis. You led the way to Rhodes, heading to the saloon in which MacGuire paid for John’s bath, but refused to come with you. You were going to deal with him alone, while Sean would certainly drink at the counter and probably pass out. All the work was on shoulders, but you agreed with that. You led John to the bathroom, quickly pulling his pants down. Indeed, you were going to have to get him naked, which would certainly be the hardest thing you would ever have to do. 

"H-hey !" he blushed 

"Wanna get wet clothes ?" you asked 

"No, but do you really need to undress me ?" 

"Unless you do it yourself." 

John rolled eyes. You headed to the door and locked yourself in with him, he rose his hands for you to untie them. You obliged and turned around, giving him enough privacy to undress, grumbling a little while sliding into the bathtub. The water was foamy enough for you to avoid seeing his body parts, making you feel much more comfortable. Indeed, you did not want to see John bare body, so you would not dig your hands in the warm water. You turned back, John was keeping his knees close to his chest, giving you a death stare as you approached. 

"You ain’t gonna drown here, John." you said. "Relax."

"I hate you, Y/N. I hate you and Sean." 

"No need remind me, I already know that and love you too." 

"I said I ha…-"

"Me too."  

You walked around the bathtub, looking around the shelves, picking a very peculiar yellowish form into your hands. A rubber duck, you had seen many of these on the shelves of a variety of shops, they were relatively new in stores. John could not relax, you quickly threw the rubber duck in the tub, making him gasp as water got splashed over his grumpy face. 

"What the hell is that ?!" he asked, rubbing his eyes 

"It’s a rubber duck." you answered. "I think they got these to keep children entertained." 

"Do I look like a child ?!"

You nodded with a large smile, causing John to turn shades darker. You had been aware about him being constantly belittled by Arthur, frequently being told he was a child… you even heard Hosea mention that even little Jack was far much docile !

"When you refuse to take a bath, I swear I feel like I’m having Jack right here. It’s funny, though." you laughed

"Damn." 

"It ain't my fault if you can't behave better than your four-year-old boy."

"You can't be serious right now."

You laughed and shrugged, causing Marston to sigh. You watched John looking at this strange realistic looking rubber duck while washing his hair, calmly rubbing his scalp. He quickly became obsessed with this rather strange duck you have him, not even realising anything about his current situation. It gave you more space to wash him without a single complaint. You still allowed him to do clean the bottom parts of his body, not wanting to go any further than his chest. John sighed, still keeping the duck under his arm as MacGuire knocked at the door. 

"Dead-Eye MacGuire here !" he shouted. "Open the door ! "

"Don’t let him in." John grumbled. "Please, don’t."

"If I make him stay outside, you can be sure this place will be on fire in a few minutes."

"Christ sake..." 

Marston sighed and turned his down. You went to the door and opened, making Sean break into the room. While quickly looking at him, you noticed him carrying a broom in one hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other. 

"It’s cleaning time, Johnny !" MacGuire happily shouted 

"Wait, what ?!" 

"Let’s get this dirt out of your body, fella !" 

"Get away from me you damn creep !"

"Sean, wait…-" you gasped 

Sean happy sipped some whiskey and dropped an empty bottle on the nearby chair, allowing you to close the door behind him. John curled up into a ball as Sean started rubbing the broom on his soap-covered back. Marston groaned, painfully holding the rubber duck against him while his fists clenched on the sides of the bath. You watched Sean scrubbing John’s upper body until it was red, preparing a new set of clothes while John was screaming how much he hated you. Both of you. 

"I want you to rot in hell !!" 

Thankfully enough, Sean quickly stopped scrubbing John’s body, allowing him to leave the bath to get dressed while you were not watching. John refused to mount on Sean’s horse and decided to get on yours instead, grumbling all the way back to camp while holding your onto waist. Arthur came to greet you with a warm smile, John pushed him aside and quickly got into his tent, closing its flaps. 

"Damn, he smells much better !" Arthur said, gently patting your shoulder. "How d'you do this ?" 

"Well, we had to convince him in a rather kin…-" 

"We had to use violence, English." Sean stopped you. "Bad business. Very bad business."

Sean walked away as Arthur looked at you with wide eyes. Violence ? What kind of violence did you use ? You gently shook your head, quickly explaining that the treatment you gave to John was not as violent as Sean depicted it to be.

"Violence ?" Arthur smiled. "You really used violence ?"

"Sort of." you shrugged

When the night came, you could finally rest. No more bad smell, you could breathe without feeling like a cow had just covered John’s tent with shit ! However, as the smell was gone, you could hear John groan, and Hosea’s voice sounding inside his tent. You had seen Matthews preparing a mixture to help John’s back to heal after being scrubbed so violently by Sean, and thinking about him applying his balm on Marston made you chuckle to yourself. You could hear how painful it was for him, he kept whining each time Hosea would touch his back. 

"At least, you smell better !" Hosea said with a smile 

Yes. At least, he did. 

[alienaiver]

Tales of Meet Cutes

Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

warnings: this is pretty fluffy! while reader is gender neutral, they are cosplaying male characters and are being described wearing makeup, so beware if thats not ur thing! :’) wordcount: 4.4k content: FLUFF, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly reader, canon compliant, post-timeskip, meet cute, kenma FALLS IN LOVE... HARD!, cosplayer!reader meeting kenma at a convention basically, kuroo’s the worst wingman but he swings it anyway!, kenmas a bit awkward but hes got the spirit, weirdly enough became an advertisement for the tales of games..., unbeta’d bcos i am sobbing about my con, reader cosplays mikleo from tales of zestiria and jack vessalius from pandora hearts! heres mikleo and heres jack (theres no switch release of zestiria this is just me dreaming btw </3)

notes: hihey!!! i was at a convention this weekend and have been ruDELY STRUCK by the post-con depression and its... its GIVING ME feelings. so i wrote this. im aware that conventions in japan are usually simply called ‘events’ and not cons like in the west but it felt sO UNSPECIFIC so ye. i actually do Not know what bouncing ball corp DOES... so im playing around. this is all based off of my own convention experiences but theyre obviously very local to my country so idk how it is in others <33333333 i hope u enjoy AWKWARD KENMA who stutters <3

It’s Friday afternoon and Kenma’s plugging the Nintendo Switch’s HDMI into the television’s port that the convention provided for their booth. Kuroo’s humming by their table as he places the flyers nice and orderly next to the game cases. Kenma turns to his friend, ��you didn’t have to do this.” he says, flustered that Kuroo had to take a weekend off for him. Kuroo smiles, “’course I didn’t have to,” he looks knowingly at Kenma who bites his lip and stares pointedly at the floor, “but I wanted to. It’s a free convention, a weekend with my best friend plus, you’re paying me.”

It's true, Kenma has agreed to pay all of Kuroo’s meals this weekend no matter what he wanted – he knows Kuroo will seize the opportunity and ask for food he’s normally too cheap to buy himself, but Kenma’s happy to indulge.

Bouncing Ball Corp has for many years sponsored a big part of Tokyo Expo’s Game Room. It was one of the first places that properly introduced Kenma to streaming so it’s become like a silent thank you to them. The community is nice too and he knows a lot of his fans come here. For just as many years that he’s been a sponsor, they’ve tried to get him to have a booth or maybe even a panel but he’s been dodging them successfully every year. The attention seems like it’d be too much for him to handle for a whole weekend so he’s always declined and showed up stealth as a regular convention guest and enjoyed the Game Room. He was almost found out once because he beat a high score on the big center screen in front of an audience. He’s never ducked out so fast of anything in his life.

But this year’s dodging and parrying proved unsuccessful due to circumstances out of his power. You’d think running your own company would make situations like these impossible but alas. Kenma has been playing the Tales Of game series on his channel since the early beginning and after the third game, Bandai Namco reached out and they made a rather fruitful arrangement that’s served both of them well. Now, they’re releasing an anniversary Nintendo Switch release of Tales of Zestiria and wanted Kenma at the convention, advertising. He was put between a rock and a hard place when the game company reached out to the convention on his behalf – he knows they did it on purpose to render any of his moves ineffective.

So here he is, plugging the television into the massive outlet that runs through the room to accommodate every booth and game (is this even fire safety regulated?) with Kuroo by his side. One of the volunteers, a Gopher, has already stopped by multiple times to offer their assistance in setting up. Kenma thinks they might be a fan because the Game Room’s volunteer-leader has already been by upon their arrival and walked through whatever they might need from the convention and what they’ve brought themselves to the booth with him.

There’s usually not a lot of booths in the Game Room, traditionally focusing more on just having a lot of platforms and screens available with games ready to be played by the guests but it’s not uncommon to see a company or two advertise for something. At the far end, Kenma knows an indie-game developer is going to be. She’s also going to host a panel on how to make your own games and where to start. He’d like to stop by for that out of curiosity. There’s also a booth from a school where you can become a game designer who advertises for their education and tells people of the way you’ll have to go to reach that.

And then Kenma’s. He certainly feels out of place as he sets up the brand-new Switch with only one game inserted provided by Bandai Namco. He originally connects it to the Convention Center’s Wi-Fi but decides his own might be faster for the final download of the software. He hears Kuroo talk to someone behind him as he fiddles with his phone settings. The convention opens in just a few hours and he’d like to get lunch before anyone arrives. He dreads how he’ll have to be available here until at least after the dinner rush. He’ll have to eat a heavy lunch. He has a gnawing suspicion that Kuroo’s got food or snacks in his bag if the size of it is anything to go by. He hopes there’s the red bean Taiyaki that he likes in that bag. He really wants one now.

  __

  His stomach is gnawing, reminding him of that Taiyaki he imagined earlier. It’s past 7PM now and there’s been so many people that he really doesn’t want to come back tomorrow. Kuroo’s currently out, there was a tabletop event he wanted to check out and since there wasn’t that many people when he left an hour ago, he had said yes but they’re all coming back from their dinner and filling up the room again. The heat is unbearable; poor ventilation and so many machines turned on making it worse on top of the people crowding it. More than once he’s had to explain how the Switch controls work for curious guests and it’s getting repetitive in a way that he really doesn’t enjoy. Is he really an asset as a sales representative? He thinks not.

Maybe he should just take a peek in Kuroo’s bag. He probably wouldn’t mind, right?

Turns out that he definitely wouldn’t mind given that all there is in said bag is snacks that only Kenma likes and that he knows Kuroo doesn’t even the least bit pretend to enjoy. He stays crouched and rummages through it and lo behold, a red bean Taiyaki shines from the bottom of the bag. Out of the corner of his eye he spots two people nearing the booth, one whose color scheme is glaringly blue. He hears talk, someone jumping in excitement and thinks it might be an old fan of the game excited about the remake. He’s surprised by how few knows the game – it’s not that old, he keeps telling himself.

“It’s you!” a voice exclaims and with the Taiyaki hanging from his mouth, Kenma looks up with confusion and an accidental glare. Before his booth stands two people. One is dressed like an anime character from that fighting show he’s heard about and the other… Well, the other is none other than Mikleo, a character from the game he’s currently advertising. You’re standing with the game in your hands, sparkles flying from your eyes in excitement, your underlip worried between your teeth.

Kenma drops the Taiyaki from his mouth as his brain decides you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

(Luckily for him the snack lands on the bag and not on the floor. He doesn’t notice that at all though.)

“I shouldn’t buy it. I already have it at home for the PS3,” you start arguing resolutely, putting down the Switch case with much reluctance. Your friend laughs at you, “yeah that would be silly. But you were so sad about not finding any merchandise with Mikleo or Sorey on it in Dealer and Artist, so I’m glad we saw this!” you nod to your friend, eyes still glued on the game, “me too. I hope this remake will get it the revival it deserves. Maybe we’ll actually meet people who knows the game now,” you sigh before you start to continue on, “I don’t want to be late for the Tekken tournament though and if I stay here much longer, I’ll end up buying the game.” Your friend follows and you look back at the game one last time with mock sobs and an arm reached out towards it. Your friend laughs and drags you along.

Kenma stays crouched and frozen for a few more moments until Kuroo’s voice breaks through, “that cosplayer’s the character from the game, aren’t they?” his eyes are turned towards you before he looks down at Kenma, “you found the snacks?” he walks around the tables to get inside the booth, “we can go get dinner in an hour or so, is that fine?”

Kenma barely registers any of the questions that Kuroo asks him, still looking after your form. It’s easy to see where you’re going with your cosplay prop, Mikleo’s staff being his guiding star as you’re walking towards the big screen for the Tekken tournament.

Maybe he should join the tournament.

No, he definitely shouldn’t.

Right?

A palm suddenly touches Kenma’s forehead and Kuroo’s form is crouched next to him, looking only mildly concerned, “you okay? You need to get out a bit? Too many people?” the questions are many as Kuroo tries to locate what Kenma’s issue might be. It’s not a fever, so the redness in his face much be account of the crowd, Kuroo thinks. Kenma scrunches up his nose before he gets back to his feet, “I’m fine.”

Kuroo shakes his head before he picks up Kenma’s abandoned Taiyaki and gets back up, “let me know if that changes. I’d be more than happy to duck out for food early.”

Kenma reluctantly grabs the Taiyaki from Kuroo and continues to eat it in silence. Kuroo does what he does best and try to sell the game to whoever stops by even if they’re only stopping briefly. There’s an influx of people for the tournament and Kuroo manages to sell a few copies to old fans. Kenma fiddles with his water bottle as his eyes are glued towards the tournament area, hoping he’ll see you on your way out. He definitely doesn’t want to go for dinner before it ends.

  Sadly, he doesn’t see you in the crowd leaving the area, all morphed together into one blob of mass. The Game Room is finally breathable again and they get ready to leave the booth, putting up the “Out for dinner, be right back!” sign and notify the Gophers that they’re leaving so they can keep an eye on the unattended booth for them.

Kuroo wanted something from the food stalls, much to Kenma’s chagrin. Kenma doesn’t particular like going out to eat but a restaurant’s volume levels is miles apart from the food halls of an anime convention’s. The line luckily isn’t long as Kenma stands with his phone, playing Valkyrie Connect on it to pass the time. Kuroo talks to the people around them in line, blending in even though this normally isn’t his crowd.

“Ah, thank you for holding the line! It was such a bother going to the bathroom in this,” you laugh, sounding out of breath as you pat your friend’s shoulder.

Kenma’s afraid to look up because out of his peripheral he spots the blue of the bottom part of Mikleo’s pants. The tail ends of your cap sways as you move around too and he feels his tongue grow a few sizes in his mouth. Kuroo continues talking with your friend who introduces you to him.

The good thing about Kuroo, that Kenma’s always appreciated, is his uncanny way of knowing when to push Kenma’s social buttons and when not to. So Kuroo simply lets the conversation flow with the two people in front of him, not letting their focus shift to Kenma in an effort to relief him.

He chances a look at you without lifting his head and you’re even more beautiful up close. Your wig seems to be of high quality and well taken care of, even after a whole day at the convention. Kenma doesn’t know a whole lot about makeup, but he can see that yours is sharp and accentuating the parts that make you resemble Mikleo the most. You’re wearing purple contacts and Kenma’s brain is fuzzy with the thought of what your real eye color must be like. Is your hair long underneath the wig? Or short? Your face seems perfectly sculptured and he has to look back down at his game so he doesn’t pass out from the way you shine.

  “Whatcha want?” Kuroo suddenly asks Kenma and he realizes it’s already their turn. Kenma gulps loudly and shakes his head at Kuroo, hoping his blush isn’t too obvious. Kuroo nods at his non-verbal response before he orders two sets of bibimbap with two chicken bao buns. Kenma fumbles to get his wallet out of his pocket to pay for the food and Kuroo wordlessly takes the wallet from him so he can hand them the correct amount. “Anyways, have a great con!” Kuroo gladly tells you and your friend as they go to leave the queue and wait by the side for their order. Kenma stomps his feet mentally and looks you squarely in the face. Your smile is gentle and warm as he gets eye contact with you, “you’re a… b-beautiful.. Mikleo.” he stumbles over his words and hurries to join Kuroo by the side, feeling very childish with his breathing ragged and heart beating. He hears you making a reply behind him but he doesn’t make out the words as he focuses on Kuroo’s shoes and quieting his own heart.

  When he reaches Kuroo, an unfortunate but very teasing smirk is on the bastard’s lips. “So it wasn’t a fever.” He teases, ruffling up Kenma’s hair. “Shut up,” he bites back and punches Kuroo’s stomach. Kuroo leans forward in mock pain and whispers close to Kenma’s ear with a teasing lilt, “they’re still looking at you. I think they’re flustered.”

Kenma just hits him again but dares not to look back to confirm whether or not Kuroo’s right, a pout evident on his face from Kuroo’s teasing.

      Saturday morning comes around without too many hiccups and Kenma’s playing Octopath Traveler on his own Switch, precariously tipping the chair to alleviate boredom. Kuroo only teased him mildly yesterday and this morning, so he thinks he might be safe with his private crush. It’s lunch time soon and the big cosplay show is currently underway, which makes the Game Room pleasant, only a few people sitting by different platforms quietly playing games.

Kuroo’s at the cosplay show too, leaving Kenma behind. He’d offered to go together, but Kenma thinks the noises will be too much. He can always watch the show online at another date and he doesn’t technically mind manning the booth when it’s this quiet. A few fans have found out he’s here and passed by for pictures, but it hasn’t been too wild. He misses his cats even if he briefly saw them this morning.

He yawns as he finishes off one of the chapter 2 bosses, checking his battery percent as the victory screen loads. He’s still good to go for at least some time yet before he has to get up and dig the charger out of Kuroo’s bag.

“Excuse me,” your voice rings as you clear your throat and Kenma’s head whips up so fast at the sound of your voice that he loses balance and with a leg raised tall in the air, he falls backwards with a yelp that he’ll deny until the day that he passes.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” he hears the worried wobble in your tone as you shuffle around towards the little entrance to his booth but stops in front of it, unsure if you’re allowed to enter, stomping your feet anxiously. “I didn’t mean to give you such a scare, I’m sorry!”

As Kenma groans and places his Switch carefully next to him on the floor, he realizes that you’re trying to hold back a laugh at the scene in front of you, but your brows are still furrowed in worry.

You’re not Mikleo today.

He’s not sure who you are, really. He doesn’t recognize the design but then again, he hasn’t watched a lot of anime. But even if you’re in a total different outfit, with a different hair and eye color than yesterday, there’s no mistake who you are. You’re the one inflicting psychic damage on Kenma’s heart and he’s not sure how to handle this properly.

Your outfit is no less detailed or well-done than yesterday, with a blonde wig styled with a ponytail and a very exquisite-looking, long green coat lined with gold. You’re wearing a ruffled shirt underneath a black vest, knee-length boots and white pants. You must be hot in all that. He feels heat flush to his cheeks at his own staring and throws his head back to the ground, staring at the ceiling to avoid your gaze, exhaling a deep breath. You crouch down, still by the entrance to his booth and look at him, careful of the length of your ponytail – he can see now that it’s a braid. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” you ask, biting your lip in worry about how he has yet to reply to you. Maybe you shouldn’t have walked up to him at all.

Kenma tries to make his eyes meet yours but he finds that he’s not really able to. He’s frozen staring up at the ceiling, feeling his blood pump faster than he’d like. His palms are lying spread but he can feel the sweat gathering there and there’s quite a bit of saliva gathering in his mouth that he seems to have forgotten how to swallow.

“Uhm. Was it Kazu?” you look up at the ceiling to see if Kenma’s found anything interesting, “ah! Kuroo! He said you’d be here when I saw him during the show break…” there’s a pause as you seem to think about what you want to say and Kenma finds the courage to move slowly to sit up, the thought that you sought him voluntarily out replenishing his HP bar.

You follow him with your eyes, a triumphant yet tense smile on your lips at making him blush so exceedingly. He’s pretty when he blushes, you think.

“I was wondering if you’d like to… Uh, get some lunch together from the food stalls?” Kenma whips his head towards you again, his expression more constipated than positive and you raise your arms in alarm with an apologetic smile, “y-you don’t have to of course! Kuroo just suggested that you might be hungry and well… I am too, but my friend didn’t want to miss the award ceremony so I thought… maybe… you’d like to? We could talk about the Tales of games, if you’d like?”

Kenma nods and looks away to regain control of his voice, “I’d like to, let me just close up here before we leave,” he says and a new excitement rises in him from being able to speak a whole sentence without stuttering to you. He chances a look at you he feels like he shouldn’t have because the smile that adorns your features is absolutely breath-taking and Kenma feels his heart stutter at brightness in front of him. You move to get up and dust off your thighs before reaching out to him, “need a hand?”

  The walk to the food stalls isn’t as awkward as Kenma feared it’d be with his newfound inability to compose proper sentences. You let the conversation flow freely and naturally, filling in when his answers are stunted. You’re so calm and patient that Kenma finds himself opening up more naturally as you reach the stalls, taking a walk through the area to figure out what you’d like. Kenma also learns that you’re dressed as a character from Pandora Hearts today, a character named Jack. “Don’t get the curry,” you warn in a whisper-voice and lean in close to continue what Kenma supposes is gossip but his heart is beating so loud in his ears he barely hears why you issued such a warning in the first place. He simply nods and trots along, hands buried deep in his hoodie’s pockets.

You settle on the food stall that sells pizza slices. It’s a small food truck with a pizza oven inside that Kenma’s frankly fascinated by. There’s not a lot of options that he likes on their menu and he feels embarrassed to order something where half of the ingredients needs to be taken off in front of you but he would also like to be able to eat said food in front of you.

When it’s your turn in the line, Kenma motions for you to go first and as he hears your order, his mind immediately relaxes – he’s not the only one with special requests to remove certain ingredients. As it turns out, you end up wanting the same exact pizza as him, so he taps your shoulder and quickly asks if you want to change it from two separate slices and just share a regular sized pizza. Your eyes shine at his question and you nod excitedly before turning towards the cook on the other side who happily takes the new order.

  You’re seated in front of each other with the pizza between you, the conversation flowing naturally and freely between games. “Have you ever played Fire Emblem?” Kenma asks through a bite of pizza and you hum through your chewing, “not yet. I only recently got my hands on my own Switch and that’s my first Nintendo console so I think it’ll take me a while to rack up my arsenal,” you laugh and Kenma nods, “you could always watch a stream of it?” he tentatively ask and you shake your head and put down your slice of pizza to take a sip of your drink, “I can’t really concentrate on streams… they’re kind of boring,” you admit with a sheepish laugh and Kenma’s back straightens as he tries not to take it personally. It’s technically not a big deal and he usually isn’t bothered by whether or not people would like him but he has a very deep-seated need for you to like him right now.

“What do you do on the daily? Outside of cons?” you ask after you’ve swallowed your last bite of pizza, “something with sales?”

Kenma raises a confused eyebrow at you and you laugh apologetically, “I just thought maybe for Bandai? Since you’re selling their game at the con.”

That’s when Kenma realizes.

You have no idea who he is.

And hey, Kenma isn’t that conceited that he thinks everyone knows him but with all the games you have the same interests in, he’d figured you at least knew his name or something of the sort. He also had a tiny drop of fear that you might just be seeking him out due to his status. He’s not sure he wouldn’t just let you, given how infatuated he is with you. What a wonderful way to get played, he absentmindedly thinks.

He's glad it seems to be in a whole other alley. You might just be interested in him for him.

“I uh, I own a company.” He tries not to sound like too much of a jerk but the sentence makes it hard to not sound high and mighty, no matter how he’d said it. Your eyes widen and you slap your palms onto the surface of the table, “that’s so cool!” you exclaim and Kenma tries to will down a blush. “What kind of company?”

He must look like a deer in the headlights to you because you shrink in on yourself and apologize for prying. He’s not sure why he didn’t expect such a follow-up question but his brain malfunctioned at the way your eyes shone. You’re wearing contacts again today, bright green and making your eyes seem bigger than they actually are. There are golden lashes lining your eyes and once again your makeup best accentuates what he believes fits the character because it’s different than it was yesterday but still just as sleek and beautiful. He hitches a breath before he can properly reply, “uh, it’s called… Bouncing Ball Corp.” he admits with a hand scratching the back of his neck.

Realization seems to dawn on your face as your eyes narrow, seemingly in deep thought. Then your mouth opens in an ‘o’ shape before you burst out laughing, a hand to your stomach. Kenma’s sitting like a duck, watching you go through all of these motions, confused as to what they might mean. Then, you wipe a stray tear from your lash line and apologize for your outburst, “it’s just. Oh my God, please apologize to your friend. When we met him at the show…” you laugh again, trying to breathe calmly, “I thought he was trying to hit on me because he started talking about knowing some kind of CEO and a streamer. My friend knew who it was but I didn’t and he seemed embarrassed that I didn’t. Oh God,” you’re still laughing, hiding your face behind your hand as Kenma puts two and two together.

That blathering idiot.

How many times does Kenma have to tell Kuroo not to be his wingman? He groans as he hides his face on the surface of the table, letting out strings of apologies on behalf of his friend. “I’m so sorry he’s just… like that,” Kenma bites out as he raises his head back up, licking his front teeth. You wave your hand with a smile, “don’t worry, don’t worry. He seems… fun. And he really seems to care about you.”

Kenma nods and plays with the woody veins on the table, unsure what to say when you grab his hand, “but you can thank him for his meddling, I think. It got the two of us talking, right?”

Kenma’s body seems to freeze at the contact as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. Your eyes look hopeful as you worry your lip between your teeth, a half-smile on your face. Kenma smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring way as he squeezes your hand back with a courage he hadn’t felt in a while, “yeah, I’ll be sure to treat him to a nice dinner later. But I think I’d like to treat you to one first.”

You giggle as you look down at the table in front of you, “that’d be lovely. But I think you need to see me out of cosplay before you decide, don’t you?” you ask with nervousness teetering in your lilt. Kenma shakes his head, “I cannot imagine that you’re not beautiful underneath your costume. Besides, your personality’s what’s important and I like that a lot already.”

The smile you send his way make his heart pump again. Yeah, he definitely needs to thank Kuroo, no matter how stunted his attempt were, it ended up working.

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Week 64 flashfic prompt

This is my first fic here! I saw the prompt from @choicesflashfics and got inspired, so I hope it's ok to participate. I believe I followed all the rules but lmk if I forgot anything!

Title: And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

Book: The Cursed Heart

Words: ~1500

Pairing: Prince Kieran x genderneutral MC/reader (second person, no y/n)

Warnings: 1 mild curse, angst, hurt/comfort. takes place early in book 2 but no major spoilers

Prompt 1: "I'm here with you. I'm right where I belong."

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"Beloved...you should return to your village."

"What?" You bolt upright. Kieran is gazing at you with a strange absence of emotion as you blink away the drowsiness that had begun to descend over you. There's something deadened in his shadowy eyes, twin pits of empty anguish, and for a horrible moment you're reminded of the heartless, cursed prince he once was. An ice-cold knife of fear slides painfully into your chest. "Now? But why? Has something happened?"

"Something has already happened," he says, voice heavy. "And I was powerless to stop it. The palace is no longer safe for you. This realm is not safe.”

"This realm was never “safe” for me. And the palace isn't safe for you either!" You pull yourself to sitting. He's sitting on the edge of your bed, already fully dressed, a sword in a shiny black leather scabbard at his side, a new addition since last night. He's never carried a physical weapon since you've known him, but he must have decided to pick up the sword now. You shudder in apprehension. “Kieran, what are you saying?”

His expression doesn't change, and you know the look in his eyes: he's made his decision, accepted his fate, and will brook no argument. "Jack will keep coming after me until one of us is dead. But if you return home to your mortal life, you at least may escape his wrath. He has no reason to chase you if you’re no longer my consort. Whatever's to come...this need not be your fate."

You stare at him in horror. “I’m not leaving you.”

Kieran’s face is a carefully constructed mask devoid of emotion. “I’ve made my decision.”

“I won’t do it!”

“You will, beloved. If you love me, you will go without argument. Fight me, if you must, but you will not win. Either way, I am taking you home. Today.”

Your heart races, fear and grief and anger rising in one horrible wave. Would he truly do this? He’s right; you couldn’t win against him if he made up his mind to deliver you back to your village and leave you there. For your own good. 

For a horrifying moment, you see your future: withering away the short years of your life, back where you started from, and away from everyone and everything left that you love. Never to return to the Fae realm. 

Banished.

Tears well in your eyes and you swallow them down.

"You're giving up," you accuse, eyes narrowed.

"Never." Kieran's eyes blaze in response, his power flaring in a way that chills you. "You, of anyone, should know that I would sooner tear my heart from my chest than send you away. But if it may save you, beloved, I will do anything. I would rather lose you to the mortal realm, where you may at least live out a full and peaceful life, than have you die in my arms because I could not protect you.”

Kieran's voice shakes, and you realize suddenly he has already pictured this. Whether from old age or Jack's blade...this is his greatest fear. This man who was betrayed by a lover, lost his father as a child and witnessed his mother torn to shreds before his eyes cannot bear to witness the death of the last person left that he loves.

He knows you will die before him. He's always known. But he thought you had more time. And he doesn't believe himself strong enough to witness it happen so soon, not like this.

“I can’t,” you whisper. "I'm not leaving you. How could you ask that?" A shiver of fear runs through you. "If I return home without you...Kieran, there's no knowing how many years of my life I'll spend wasting away, waiting for you. Even if you defeat Jack, that's precious time we'll never get back.”

You expect anger at this defiance to your prince's orders. You don't expect what happens instead.

The cold stoic expression breaks, allowing you to glimpse the rare welling of anguish in his eyes, and you realize he understands exactly what he's asking. He knows that if you leave the mortal realm, you will begin to age faster. Years will pass for you and mere moments for him every second you're apart.

He knows this. He's willing to sacrifice life with you so that you may have a chance to live.

Whether you stay or go, he will lose you.

His large, powerful hands grip yours hard, engulfing them in bony strength. "Please, my love. I beg of you...I'm not strong enough to keep you safe. I won't allow my pride to be your downfall. You must go home. Now."

"I am home," you answer fiercely, clutching him back. "You can't truly think I would ever leave you.”

He scowls as his anguish turns to anger.  "You will if I order it. Do not argue with me. Not now. Please.”

You're half furious, half terrified. Kieran's anger stems from fear; you know this. You are the only one who could ever talk Kieran down when he's made up his mind, but…this may be beyond even you. “How can you ask me to leave you now?” You whisper brokenly. “How can I leave my heart behind?”

Kieran swallows. His hands shake, then he sets his jaw with determined stubbornness. “If you love me at all, spare me the knowledge that you died because of my own weakness. I can't live knowing I failed you."

Tears fall from your eyes freely now, hot tracks down your cheeks. It feels wrong, so very wrong, to even consider leaving him. You make your decision. “No, Kieran. Even if you take me back to the village, I'll only return to you.”

Kieran glares at you and the power in him channels in full force, waves of freezing cold anger at your defiance. “I won’t allow it. I will spend my last breaths keeping you safe, if I must. Do you think I haven’t considered this from every angle? Do you think I would readily or easily admit I’m too weak to defend you from our enemies? I cannot protect you. We have no choice.”

“You told me the choice would always be mine,” you snap back. “If I am to die, then I will die with you, and we’ll return to the wind together. That is my wish. You are my fate. I don’t want a long peaceful life alone in my village! There is no life for me without you. "

Kieran’s breath escapes him in a shuddering exhale, and his emotionless facade shatters. He covers his face with his hands and doesn’t answer.

“Please, my love, please don't lose heart,” you urge, voice breaking. “I know it’s so hard to see the light. Your life has been a string of tragedies, and I understand why you can’t see any reason to hope. But I refuse to believe this is how our story ends. I won't allow it.” 

You wrap him in your arms and feel how much he’s shaking trying to keep everything inside, and squeeze him for all you’re worth as if you could steady his doubts through sheer force of will. 

“We beat the odds before,” you remind him, gentling your voice.

“I’m not willing to gamble with your life,” Kieran replies bitterly. 

“My love," you cajole. "We’ll find a way through this. We’re stronger together. Believe in me, if you can’t see anything else to hold on to. Bet on us.”

You rub his back, slowly, mindful of his healing wounds. For a long moment there is silence.

“There’s that steadfast optimism in the face of impossible odds again,” Kieran finally mutters, defeated. "Are all mortals as stubborn as you?"

You muffle laughter into his shoulder, sensing the tide turning in your favor. “It’s worked for me so far. I believe I recall you saying something about winning you over with just such a trait.”

Kieran just looks at you for a long while. Multiple emotions pass across his face. Hope, despair, admiration, frustration, tenderness…love. 

Then his eyes slide closed and he tilts your head to kiss you, tentative and fragile, and you know you have won. At least this time.

“Are you certain?” is all he asks. His voice is a whisper, his eyes still closed as he holds you, fingers stroking lightly over your hair.

“With all my heart,” you answer, holding him tight. "You aren't facing this alone. You'll never be alone again, Kieran. I'm here with you. I'm right where I belong."

You feel Kieran's change of heart as surely as if you still held a piece of it in your own chest; his iron will melts and his rigid body finally relaxes in your arms, taking the comfort you offer at long last. He buries his face in your shoulder and holds you as though he never plans to let go.

"Damn it," he mutters, then sighs, and you feel his power wrap around you like wings, protective and loving. "It took all my willpower to order you away. And somehow, you have outdone me, once again."

"Let's hope my powers of persuasion are just as powerful against Jack," you reply, and with a burst of relief, feel Kieran's breath of laughter against your hair.

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Could I please request a short imagine for The Hobbit? Because if so, how do you think Thorin, Fili and Kili would react to courting a sort of jack-of-all-trades Artist, who not only draws, but also writes, paints and is both a theatre actress and playwright. And what other members of the Company or Tolkien Characters in general would enjoy having a S/O whose just super into the Arts like that? Thanks, I love your blog!

Thank you for requesting! I hope it was worth the wait!

I’ve only written three because i went a bit out of hand with 2, I’ll see if I manage to write a part 2 with others so please bear with me.

Separate Thorin x genderneutral!reader, Kili x genderneutral!reader, Ori x genderneutral!reader

Warnings: some insecurities.

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Anyways! Enjoy^^

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Thorin

Thorin is very proud of your artistic skills. He boasts about you to his comrades often, especially Dwalin. The poor dwarf couldn’t seem to catch a break, having been forced to listen to his king’s lovestruck ramblings about you. Deep down Dwalin is very happy for his friend to have found love through all the hardships he had faced.

Thorin is very supportive of your work, hoping to be granted the permission to see what you're making. Wanting to watch the process and the final product of your creation. He secretly longs to help you in any way to make doing your hobbies easier. May it be a sculpture of stone - Thorin would gladly go into the mines to find the ideal material for your creation - or a painted picture of scenery, he’ll search high and low for the perfect view worthy to be painted on your canvas.

Thorin has definitely shown you the ropes of smithing. Wanting to share the artistics of his dwarven culture to you. He even holds your arms and hands gently as he guides you on what to do.

In short: Thorin is very proud of your artistic side. Loving to be a part of the process and watch you work. In return he wants to show you his own artistic side, making you all kinds of creations. Stemming from weapons to little things and jewelry. Thorin often boasts about how creative his lover is to others, puffing up his chest as he praises you.

Kili

Kili is a fellow who got curious with everything that either piqued his interest, or wasn’t familiar with. And that included whatever shape you were molding out of a hunk of clay - with those wonder hands of yours. It was impossible not to notice; seeing as how you were often occupied by this mysterious creation.

And Kili wanted to know more, but he didn’t dare to take a closer look or pry too far with his questions - hesitance caused by the ever dissuading unknown and the never ending scenarios of ‘what ifs’.

But then, the two of you got closer - and Kili got a crush.

He got bolder; wanting to become a part of your life, he spends as much time with you as possible.

He got greedier: Longing for a permanent place in your heart, he made you laugh and he listened to all you wanted to say.

He got clingier: Having a need to be near or touch you every waking moment.

He wanted your undivided attention.

And the only way Kili knew how; was to be a goof.

He'd drape himself over you, or would sit next to you if you were uncomfortable with the touch. He’d ask in a childish voice “whatcha doing?” All because Kili wanted to know more. And once he learned, he wanted to do it too.

Mostly to try and impress you. It was a valiant effort, but alas, Kili’s hands weren’t made for molding an animal out of clay.

Kili made sure you would never see his flunky attempt at a turtle to match the same one you made.

He would also drag you into every prank he schemed. Wanting to share everything he enjoyed with you. Pretty soon that crush went further than just the surface. Kili caught on fairly quickly that those feelings had taken root deep into his heart.

They were there to stay. And Kili welcomed it with open arms.

He decided to court you.

With a heavy heart Kili let his brother persuade him into making a hymn with his fiddle instead of making another attempt at molding clay.

After chickening out many times, Fili finally managed to kick Kili out of his procrastinating ass and serenade that dang hymn for you. Which he did in the house of beorn.

In short, Kili adores your handiness and your creations. He admires it greatly and wants to impress you by making matching creations. Sadly he's not as good - a good excuse for him to ask you to teach him your ways.

Ori

Ori had been a bit more hesitant - than Kili - in approaching you with his curiosities of what you're doing.

Whenever the company tracks through whatever area they are in; Ori would notice you further ahead of him. Muttering to no one in particular while articulating whatever it was you were saying with your hands.

Ori would notice you again when the camp’s been set up: He would be trying to concentrate on the notebook or knitting piece he's working on - by the campfire - instead of rudely gawking at you - his nose scrunches up at the thought of making you uncomfortable.

But regardless of whether it was improper or not; he finds his eyes wandering fleetingly towards you, time and time again. No matter how many times he had torn his gaze and redirected it at the project seated on his lap. One wrong move, or thought, and he would lose himself to the siren call that was you.

Watching you move about with your body in a graceful manner - Ori couldn't help himself but compare your grace to that of a butterfly, dancing around some colorful flowers.

Other times he would see you drawing in the dirt or on a scrap of parchment instead of reenacting certain scenes - Ori wondered if you were doing and creating a play by yourself.

Whatever you it was that you were doing; Ori's eyes constantly trailed towards you and your always moving hands and your expressive face. Taking everything in whenever he could. As if enchanted.

He couldn’t help it, honest!

There was just this certain allure to you that made overlooking you impossible. You were this bright light that shone so beautifully - one couldn't help but stop and stare.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you let everything else fade in the background like paint being washed away.

And if someone were to ask Ori what you meant to him, he would - if he didn't go silent that same instant, curling into what Nori endearingly calls a ‘flustered oridillo’ - breathlessly whisper that you were royalty he would gladly worship with body and soul. That if you would let him; he would love to please whatever desire you had.

It flusters him greatly. Admitting his never-ending thoughts of you, filled with so much adoration and longing. Fantasizing about the way your hands would trail along his face. Or how it would feel to have your fingers move through his hair and play with it. And doing the same for you.

He knows he wants more than the fugitive glances he sends you and the brief chats the two of you share. But he dares not act on his desires for your attention. Dares not to approach in any way except the brief platonic contact you initiate.

The dreams, the fantasy, the hopes, they had to stay as they were: Just a dream only a fool could have - the ever obvious lack of a beard growing on his chin was a harsh reminder.

Instead of dwelling on what could have been, Ori had taken to putting his passion on paper; via written poems about you - confessing his innermost feelings - and sketches.

He would get lost in his longing and fantasies bit by bit while his pencils trail strokes of gray across the parchment.

Ori imagines being your private painter. Having been blessed with the honor of painting you - his enchanting muse. He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of the bittersweet similarities between reality and the dreams his mind creates.

Star Crossed lovers with an affection that cannot be: A smitten painter and his muse. Stuck, longing for the other; while the muse poses, the painter paints with everything he got.

Alas, to Ori, there was no image he could sketch that would ever be able to come close to the real deal: The imperfect perfection that was you. It was your flaws and quirks that made you all the more endearing to him.

And it is for quite a time that Ori just dreams of what could be.

It is after a particularly difficult day that you ultimately dared to make a move where Ori did not. Approaching him first to get to know him.

It was a surprise to Ori, not an unpleasant one, quite opposite at that, but still a surprise.

But he couldn’t have been happier because of it.

The two of you had taken to each other quite fast, enjoying the company and interests you shared. Talking endlessly as you ate your meals around the fire.

After Ori courageously showed you a couple of his poems, you asked if he would like to make a play together. And Ori would have been a fool to reject such a request - especially a request from you.

You two worked on the play day and night whenever there was time to spare you would huddle together and brainstorm. And it is in the shared prison cell of Mirkwood where you acted out the play you two created.

In short, Ori is fascinated and enamored by the way you move your hands and the way you hold yourself when acting out a play. He can't help himself, and he just has to sketch you whenever his eyes find you. He woos you with the heartfelt and downright cheesy poems he writes for you. As the journey continues, and the two of you get closer with each day; Ori starts planning and - with the help of his brothers - preparing himself to present you the courting gift (he had created) once the journey has been completed and Erebor recovered from Smaug’s grasp.

Ori will court you like a devotee who worships their deity.

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hey sorry if this is so sudden but i’ve been feeling so down lately and can i just get the turtles comfort reader (they/them pls) bc they think they can’t do anything right? rottmnt as well pls

Of course! :) And I'm sorry you haven't been in the best place recently.. I hope the turtles and I can help ease your thoughts a little. Things will get better, and many things in your life will change over time - the bad is only temporary that way, even if it doesn't feel like it. Right now you're at your strongest, and I now you can and will get through it!

We believe in you. 🐢🐢🐢🐢

(RoTTMNT) Comfort Oneshots X GenderNeutral!Reader PT. 1

Each turtle bro. will focus on something a little different, but overall still what you requested. I hope that's alright. ^^ These are slightly longer than my other posts, so these oneshots will be split amongst two posts. Leo and Raph are in pt. 1, Donnie and Mikey are in pt. 2!

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Content Warning: The topics discussed won't go into graphic detail, but if you feel like you would get upset by reading about topics dealing with depression or negative thoughts, please do not read for your own care.

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One-shots will contain:

Y/N - Your Name

Leo:

[Comfort for feeling inadequate, worthless, uneeded & request.]

- They were crying in Leo's bedroom.

- The perfect place, they thought, for some time away from everyone. Y/N knew they were supposed to just be enjoying themselves and having fun; but they couldn't stop that irritating feeling.

- Those reoccurring thoughts of not being needed. Or wanted. The possibility of screwing everything up, and losing everyone they cared about... and it would've just been a waste of their time. Y/N just wasting everyone's time.

- The last thing they wanted was to bring down everyone's night only because of the terrible mood they were in.

- So here they were. Tucked away in the corner of Leo's bed, hugging a pillow and crying. In the dark. While the others were out there completely clueless.

- At least, that's what Y/N thought.

- Leo comes in a few minutes later searching for Y/N, while making unintentionally insensitive and boastful comments about him being better (nothing directed specifically at Y/N, though).

- Hearing Leo's comments makes Y/N cry more, and the moment he sees them he immediately rushes to their side, trying to comfort them and apologising profusely.

- He had a full grin before, expecting Y/N to reply back with another joke, but seeing them like this hurt him in a way he hadn't really felt before.

- "Hey, hey," he reaches out and holds Y/N face. He doesn't force them to look at him though - he just wants them to know he's there. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry. You know... you're just as good of a player as I am - I didn't realise you were taking Mario Monopoly so seriously."

- They shake their head, breathing deeply as they try to calm down.

- "I'm not upset over Monopoly, Leon, but thank you."

- He's confused. "Then... then why are you crying?"

- "I've just been having a lot of... uh, negative thoughts recently."

- Y/N explains how they feel inferior to him and his brothers, but specifically to Leo. They see Leo as this 'flawless, charming, and a jack-of-all-trades' kind of guy. Even though he can be occasionally rude without realising it, he's still so loved by his family and friends.

- "You're just," their breath is shaky as they push their hair back. "...so perfect. You do everything right, and even the times when you do mess up... no one hates you. I feel like I can't do anything right - I'm awkward and can't tell my left from right occasionally. You're important and valued by those who care about you, you're talented and..."

- "...I feel like I can't compete. I'm nothing like that, and I'm so envious of you." Y/N confesses, wiping their face with their sleeve.

- Leo is stunned - he didn't know they felt like this at all. His eyes never leave Y/N - his hands slowly drifting from their face - contemplating on his next move.

- He's not really 'good' at this sort of thing, but because it's Y/N, he wants to do more than just listen. Leo cautiously takes hold of the pillow that Y/N was gripping onto, and places it beside him.

- Leo then pulls Y/N closer to him, hugging them tightly.

- "You're valued by me," he whispers to them. "What you can or can't do... doesn't define your worth. Nothing can really define that. You existing and doing your best is worth enough." Leo leans back and smiles reassuringly. "...And I mess up a lot, too. I'm imperfect just like you, and that is always okay. And you know I'm never wrong~"

- He chuckles as he presses his forehead against Y/N's, reaching up slightly so his snout touches their nose and rubs them together affectionately. Y/N smiles.

- "Thanks... Leon."

Raph:

[Comfort for feeling insecure about vulnerability, thinking they should be stronger/ move on & request.]

- Y/N was watching Raph train in the dojo, admiring his strength and skills from the sideline, perched ontop of some extra mats. They had to admit, that despite his size he was very nimble and fairly noiseless on his feet. His brute force was more than expected, though.

- The guy's built like a tank - It's a very dangerous combo.

- But compared to him, Y/N was pretty clusmy and much weaker than him.

- They do their best to ignore the thoughts that come to their mind, but it was of no use. They weren't strong enough to protect themselves, nevertheless them... what were they supposed to do if they needed Y/N's help? They felt inferior to him.

- But Y/N keeps smiling as Raph shows off.

- However, he caught on quickly - he's able to tell that Y/N's smile isn't 100% genuine. He stops what he's doing immediately and faces them.

- "Hey, Shorty. You got somethin' on your mind?"

- Y/N is caught off guard. "Oh, uh... no. It's nothing."

- Raph looks at them doubtfully. "Are you sure?"

- They nod, denying it in fear of being vulnerable and being shunned away for saying otherwise. Raph gives them one last look before going back to his training.

- Eventually, Y/N quietly retreats from the dojo and runs just a bit outside of the lair to clear their mind. Everything is good for a moment, but they soon start hyperventilating and panicking.

- "What am I doing? Gosh, you look so stupid right now, why can't you control yourself? Calm down... breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe you idiot." They grip onto their shirt, breathing deeply, but it only works them up more.

- It wasn't long until it became difficult to breathe - their chest was tight and their lungs felt shriveled up and blocked off, like they just couldn't get any air in no matter how hard they tried. Tears start falling down their face.

- Raph tracks them down quickly, thanks to his brothers. Deep down, he knew Y/N needed someone right now. Anyone.

- But he really wants it to be him.

- "No, no, you guys just stay here! Everything's fine, I just need to find them. We'll back in a minute!"

- The moment he sees Y/N, his heart stops. There's a deep, weirdly empty feeling of dread that washes over him. He runs to their side without another thought, and does his best to guide them through it. He holds their hands in his, and rubs the back of them with his thumbs, whispering to them.

- "Y/N... it's okay. It's okay." He lets go of one their hands and holds the side of their face. "You're doing great... can you try some breathing exercises with me? Everything will be okay, I promise."

- They're still gripping onto their chest, crying, heaving deeply and erratically as Raph asks this, but the only thing Y/N does is nod.

- "Good," he assures them, smiling. "Now... do your best to follow me, okay? First, pinch your nose and close your mouth, bite your lip if you have to. You're going to hold your breath for a few seconds to start."

- "Perfect - you're doing great, Y/N! Now, breathe in deep through your mouth," Raph does it with them, nodding. "Good, and release through your nose."

- Once Y/N was back to a regular breathing, Raph asks them to explain what was going on, and he wasn't going to take "nothing" as an answer this time.

- Y/N stares up at him, wiping their tear-soaked face, and reluctantly states that they were scared of Raph seeing them being weak and vulnerable, and wanted to be seen as "cool" and strong like Raph is.

- "I didn't want you to hate me..." they lower their head, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. Almost immediately, they start panicking again. "Wait, oh gosh," they heave in deeply as they try to focus on anything, raising their arms instinctively - their surroundings blurring together as their mind races. "No, I'm sorry... you can't see me like this, I'm going to mess things up again like I always do, I-" Y/N tries to run away as the tears build up again, but Raph grabs their arm and pulls them back.

- "Y/N".

- He is very, very gentle with them, talking to them in a low voice. But he wasn't going to let them keep running off and avoiding him.

- "Please look at me." They try, with some struggle. "You are not messing anything up. It is okay to cry, to be vulnerable, and openly express how you feel. I'm... worried to find out who made you scared like this. You don't ever deserve to feel like that, Y/N.

- And you are strong, Y/N - your worth is never going to be based on how much you can lift or break with your fists. Your strength may or may not be in physical strength, but you being here with me - right now - your existence proves you are strong," He brings them into a hug, embracing them snugly. "In a lot of ways, that is much stronger than any physical strength I have, and I am so proud of you."

- He holds their head against him, reveling in the feeling of having them so close to him. He closes his eyes, gently leaning some of his weight onto them.

- "Thank you, Raph."

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Thank you for requesting. :) I hope you enjoyed!

[littleoddwriter]

Heyyyyyy Ronny! It’s everyone’s favourite Danny fan, back at it again with my nonsense. Could I please request a headcanon for Danny who’s married to a GN!reader who’s got really bad baby fever and asks Danny how he would feel about adopting kids/starting a family? I’d also love the same headcanons but for Barba too, he was always my favourite from SVU! Sincerely, Torrence Anon PS. I just wanted to say I love that you do Gender Neutral readers as an option. I’m Agender and while I’m okay with Fem!readers, and Masc!readers in general, it’s really validating to imagine my faves with someone like me who is gender neutral and makes the experience that much more immersive and enjoyable. Thank you for making the fan world a better place!

Dan Torrance & Rafael Barba (separate) x GenderNeutral!Reader, who wants to Start a Family | Headcanons

Hey there, Torrance Anon, my beloved! :) <3 Ouuuhhh, yes! I love this, thank you for the request, I really hope you like what I've done with it for each character. <3 PS. Gosh, of course! Gender Neutral Readers are very important, I think. Also? So much easier to write! Nothing has to necessarily be gendered in writing, unless it fits into the context, so I don't understand why it's not the default for everybody. And it's important to me that anybody can read and enjoy the stuff I write, no matter their gender identity! So thank you for letting me know how it makes you feel that I do this. It means a lot to me! You're also more than welcome, of course. I'm always happy to make it a better place if I can. <3 :) <3

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Plans to Start a Family (no specified ways - "having children" is used as a general term that includes every possible way to have a child); Anxiety; Past Child Abuse; Insecurities.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

Dan Torrance:

Of course he knows it before you even mention it, thanks to his shine; and he feels really nervous about it, dreading the moment you would actually say it out loud.

It's not that he doesn't want children or to start a family with you, specifically, because he would love to, but he's scared of it. He's afraid that he's going to be a bad father and that he won't be able to handle it very well to take care of a helpless child.

He loves his own father, despite what happened, and especially after understanding that it wasn't Jack's fault; but it's not like he'd been a perfect father before the Overlook either. And that's what scares him. The "what if I'll hurt my own child, too?"; even though he'd been sober for so long now and doesn't ever get angry like that, the fear is there.

Once you do finally talk about it to him, this wish to start a family with him and have a child or two or more, he doesn't shy away from voicing his worries to you. He knows it'll only hurt you if he keeps them from you, and he really wants you to understand that he's not reluctant because of you or not wanting it at all.

You sit down and have a lengthy talk with him, during which you tell him that it's good that he's scared, because it means he cares and he wants to do better. And every soon-to-be parent is at least somewhat afraid, usually, because nobody truly knows how to raise a child just right; and everybody makes at least one mistake at some point. And that's okay, as long as you keep working on yourself and with your child, rather than trying to always know better.

It doesn't immediately lift his worries or apprehension, but he feels relieved to know that it's all right for him to feel this way. After some further consideration and mulling and talking it over, he eventually tells you that he'd love to start a family with you, as he thanks you for your patience and understanding that you've shown him (once again, he's being reminded of why exactly you're such an amazing spouse). He knows you'll make a wonderful parent and that makes him feel more secure, too.

Rafael Barba:

You're not entirely subtle about it when the baby fever overcomes you and he asks if this is something you've been wanting for a long time already, or if it suddenly just came over you like that (you two have never once talked about whether or not you would like to start a family some day; although he thinks that it probably should have been discussed before marrying, at least). And you admit that you've thought about it ever since you were a teenager, dreaming about having children with your husband; but you certainly are consumed by the utter desire for it even more so, at the moment.

Frankly, he's unsure about starting a family with you. Not only is he constantly stressed and is way too busy with work that he sometimes still happens to neglect you (although it's less of a problem since you've married, luckily), but he also doesn't have a role model of a good father to look back to, either. It makes him feel as though he couldn't possibly be a good, nurturing father like a child would deserve.

Of course you understand where he's coming from; it's certainly not easy to even think about having children when one's childhood has been full of traumas and one has to fear that they won't be able to change it for the better with their own off-springs. And so you tell him that it's okay. Nothing has to happen, you two can stay child-less if he doesn't feel like it could work out. You assure him that this isn't going to be a reason for you to suddenly file for divorce. You're happy with him as it is.

But the thing is that it sticks with him and he keeps thinking about it and making up all kinds of possible scenarios; and one aspect is always the same - your happiness. He's seen it during your highest phase of baby fever - this incredible happiness that truly just radiated from you whenever you saw anything baby-related. And he wants that. He wants to see you happy like this much more, and he wants to feel it, too.

After some more thinking, and considering his options to minimise work to have more time, such as working on himself and stocking up on advice to be a good parent, he makes a special date night just to tell you that he would love to have children with you after all. Your excitement is immeasurable and, surprisingly, he feels the same.

[kyarymell]

A New Thirst [Reposted from AO3]

Pairing: Louis Amamiya (Code Vein) x GenderNeutral!Reader Content Warnings: EXPLICIT. Dubious Consent, Fuck or Die, Choking Note: COMPLETELY UNEDITED. After much deliberation, I have posted this again after nuking it from my AO3. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. 

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The drone of the jukebox and Yakumo’s raucous laughter set the mood for the evening at home base. Jack and Eva were entertained by his stories, Rin and Coco discussing business. Things had calmed down after Io took the relics onto herself and saved the Successors.

The next plan of attack was to honour Cruz and Io’s memory by working towards co-existence with humans. Easier said than done, but the team decided on clearing dens of Lost to make the Gaol a safer place.

Making preparations for the next mission, Mia was sharpening her bayonet and Louis was mixing a dark red concoction in clear vials. The Successor of the Blood and Queenslayer, now a regular Revenant, looked on in curiosity. Before, they seldom talked, but now they made an effort to communicate more.

“What are you making?”

Louis squeezed an eyedropper, adding a small amount of an unknown liquid. Sealing the vial with a cork, he swirled it in his hand.

“It’s an Ichor blend made with some of my blood. Designed to give anyone an edge in battle. You can have one, if you want.”

Nodding, the Revenant placed a vial in their utility pouch, thanking their friend. Usually, one would be wary about accepting strange mixtures to consume. Louis on the other hand was trustworthy, having their back since they met in that underground cavern.

‘Time flies...’

It’s been almost a year and with the changing situation in the mists, the Queenslayer started entertaining strange thoughts. They should be used to it now; Louis pushing them out of harm’s way, a pat on the back for a job well done...

Now, those touches only served to make them more aware of how close Louis always was.

Making up an excuse that they needed to do some preparations of their own, the Revenant retreated to their room. Was it too much to think that they could be more than friends? He seemed busier than ever, but still included them in his plans.

Sighing, they decided to get some shut-eye. Revenants seldom needed to sleep, but it made them feel a little more human again conforming to a schedule.

---

The Queenslayer forgot all about the little red vial until they were cornered in a fight. Having exhausted their Ichor and separated from the group, they pulled off the cork and drank it all in one go. Unlike the usual ability enhancing stimulants they took in the past...

Louis’ Ichor blend was cloying, the scent overpowering their senses and rationality. Hands curled into fists, they picked up their sword, swinging it with a renewed ferociousness.

“-designed to give anyone an edge in battle-“

Is this what he meant?

Invigorated, they shrugged off any previous injuries. Going through the motions of Circulating Pulse, it was like their sword hand moved on instinct. Lost shrieked in terror as they were cut down swiftly, shields breaking at the force at which they were hit.

Running on autopilot, they didn’t rest until every Lost in their surroundings were eliminated.

Finally sensing that the danger was over, the Queenslayer collapsed to their knees. Breathing heavily, their vision started to fill with red. They panicked, pulling up their sleeves to check for any signs of frenzy.

No protruding veins, no abnormalities.

…But everything felt so unbearably hot.

‘What’s happening to me? Is this bloodlust?’

Their legs trembled, gloved hands grabbing fistfuls of dirt.

Suddenly overcome with an urge to touch, to drink deep until they were completely sated, the Revenant desperately wanted to take off their Blood Veil. They wanted to take their mask off.

‘Too constricting… can’t… move…’

Feeling a hand on their shoulder, glowing red eyes glared at the offending person.

“Hey! It’s just me, Louis. I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner, the rest of the group were on the other side of that road collapsing-”

The Queenslayer tackled Louis to the ground, fists clenched tightly at his collar. Gripping their wrists, he tried to push them off. They resisted instantly, straddling him and pinning him with their thighs.

With a sense of despair, Louis felt the fight leave his body. After all the trials and tribulations, they were going into frenzy now? Frenzy on a routine mission?

But their lives had only just begun. A life without the Queen’s influence, a life without having to scrounge for blood beads every day.

Blood beads...

He suddenly remembered that he had blood beads on his person in case this happened.

An otherworldly scream pierced the air signalling more Lost and the Queenslayer’s head turned sharply towards the noise. This momentary distraction gave Louis enough time to knock them out with a well-placed hit to the back of the neck.

As they slumped forward, he apologised profusely. There was no time to lose. Ensuring that their mask filter hadn’t fallen in the scuffle, Louis drags them off to a building away from the Lost.

Despite the decrepit state of the structure, Mistle seemed to crawl along the walls in vines.

Releasing the clasp on his mask filter, Louis took a deep breath in. Removing the unconscious

Revenant’s mask, his fingers traced along their jaw for the tell-tale signs of frenzy.

‘What was that?’ he mused, peeling away their Blood Veil.

Removing their gloves, he looked to the inside of their wrists. Smooth skin met his gaze, no scattered red veins to be seen. To ensure that his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Louis gently turned their head to the side.

Nothing.

Sighing, he radioed Yakumo to let him know that their friend couldn’t be moved and the rest of the group would have to go back to base. After giving the red-haired Revenant all the details, he sat back, trying to relax.

Now starts the waiting game.

 ---

I want his blood. I want to drain him.

The Queenslayer woke with a start, disoriented. Breathing heavily, their bared fangs glistened in the low light. Blinking, their vision came into focus, realising that the brunet who was invading their thoughts was right there with them.

“Hey, you’re awake. Wait… your eyes-“

I want-

Quicker than he could react, the Revenant was upon him again, pinning him to the floor.

‘My body has a mind of its own… I don’t want to hurt him.’ 

“L-Louis,” their voice was trembling from the exertion of holding themselves back, “help…” 

“What happene-mmph!”

Louis was cut off by the Revenant trapping him in a heated kiss, a thumb on the corner of his lips to force his mouth open. They ran their tongue along the indents of his teeth, the roof of his mouth and pulled back to bite his lower lip.

I want to taste.

Everything soon became clear, shaking hands haphazardly loosening his tie. He tasted the tell-tale bitterness that was his own Ichor.

“Did you-ah... did you drink the Ichor blend?”

The Revenant nodded, too choked with lust to form a coherent sentence. Flustered, Louis realised that he was never in any danger to begin with. He wouldn’t have been kissed so feverishly otherwise.

Weapon long discarded, his clothes were being pawed at. Would it be so bad to indulge them a little? Swallowing the lump in his throat, he realised how weak he was in the face of his “attacker”. It was no secret to the other members of the group that he had been nursing a crush on them for a while.

No.

Crush wouldn’t be the correct word to describe how deep his feelings ran. That aside, he really wished this happened differently.

“What do you want?”

“Your blood. Your Ichor. You...”

They looked so desperate and Louis squashed down any semblance of trepidation. “Okay. I want to make sure you’ll remember this.” Louis was never one for laying back.

 ---

The Queenslayer licked their bloodied lips, retracting their fangs. With the sweet relief of being able to drink Ichor straight from the source, the Revenant was still left wanting. However, if they drank until sated, Louis was sure to fall into frenzy.

The next plan of attack was to solve the side-effect of unbridled arousal in hopes it would bring them back to normal. Lying under him, exposed, their rationality had been discarded long ago. Scars from battles gone by and trials they faced together- all was bared to the Prometheus wielder in front of them.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you’re not patient.”

There was a growl in their throat, dashed away by gloved-fingers skating across their uncovered skin. The Revenant shivered under his touch, Louis brushing a nipple with his thumb. They arched into his touch and with that small show of encouragement, he pinched the sensitive nubs.

As they squirmed, Louis replaced the fingers with his tongue. Their breathing hastened, tugging slightly on his hair as his tongue swirled around their chest languidly. Sneaking a glance to his companion, he saw half-lidded eyes, mouth slightly open in contentment.

He must’ve been doing something right.

Pressing kisses to their exposed throat, Louis nudged their legs open to gain better access. This motion caused their hips to brush together, the Queenslayer hissing at the friction. Their control must’ve been iron, to not tear Louis’ clothing to shreds then and there.

Instead, they grabbed the back of his neck, mashing their lips together desperately. The kiss was filthy, just like the others; a mess of teeth and tongue, the metallic taste of Ichor. Louis bit down on their bottom lip, making them shiver.

“Suck.”

Pushing his gloved fingers into their mouth, he waited as they obediently did what they were told. Deciding they were sufficiently wet, he withdrew and reached between their legs. As they clamped up in surprise, Louis clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“C’mon. You’re doing so well.”

Stroking them deliberately slow, the sounds he forced from their mouth were weighing on his conscience.

Who was the hunter and who was the prey here? He couldn’t help but entertain the idea of taming such a heroic being. Someone who everyone looked up to with unwavering loyalty, reduced to a writhing mess... how for would Louis be allowed to take this?

Flashes came to him all at once; should he flip them over and fuck them until they begged him to stop? Would it be better if he let them sit on his cock, riding until they drained the both of them completely?

His companion was a flood and he was getting swept away, fast. There was something about them that was so alluring, something about them that was driving him wild.

Was this need to overpower his partner truly a facet of his psyche, hiding in the shadows all this time?

Louis pulled away and tugged his gloves off with his teeth. There was no telling what would happen if he left his friend to their own devices. The situation wasn’t ideal at all: he should’ve confessed his feelings earlier and if returned, let nature take its course.

Instead, due to unforeseen circumstances, the intimacy would be happening right here, right now, in an abandoned building.

‘Stop thinking. Just do.’

Fumbling in his pockets for something to prepare his partner with, the reality of the situation sobered him a little. Mumbling an apology, he coated his fingers in the oil he used to maintain his weapon. Revenant or not, there had to be an order to do this.

He’s not sure if he should be surprised, but as soon as his fingers slid in, their hips lifted to bring them in deeper.

 ---

Louis was too good to them.

He wasn’t as strong as say, Yakumo or Jack, but the way he fucked the Revenant in earnest satisfied them greatly. How could someone undying be so warm? Biting their lip, they shuddered as Louis bent them in half. Unable to stop themselves, they bit into the sensitive flesh of his neck, lapping up the Ichor that escaped.

“Mmph... don’t get too greedy.”

Sweat beaded their brow as they tried to keep quiet. Despite the circumstances, Louis whispered words of encouragement and pressed many affectionate kisses against their skin. Underneath the surface of uncontrollable lust, they lamented on the fact that they weren’t in a relationship.

Suddenly, their thoughts were halted by an embarrassing sound escaping their mouth.

Louis grinned, spreading their legs obscenely wide.

“I’m glad you’re feeling good,” he thrusts in at the same angle drawing another noise, “it wouldn’t be fair if only one of us was enjoying this.”

“Idiot.”

Louis blinked, never had he been insulted by his companion before. He was about to ask what they meant until they reached up and whispered in his ear. They sounded more like their old self and not the Revenant caged by bloodlust.

“I’m enjoying it because it’s you.”

Emboldened, his eyes went suddenly dark.

“Hold onto me.”

Shocked, the Queenslayer wrapped their arms around Louis’ neck as he lifted them. Feeling their back against the cold wall, they were completely filled once more. Leaning forward, the Queenslayer pressed their lips together in a blood-tinged kiss.

Louis fucked them like he wanted to break them apart. The Revenant felt like they were melting on the inside, stomach coiling in arousal whenever their sensitive spots were hit. In this position, Louis could pull out and just let them drop back down.

There was nothing to do but take it, the sensation making their toes curl. Wrapping their legs around his waist, they held on for dear life. Their nails dig lines into Louis’ back, shivering as his hips smacked against their thighs. He seemed to like the rough treatment, groaning in their ear.

The Revenant felt a jolt of pain, the back of their head hitting the wall. Louis curled his fingers around their throat, squeezing. His hair was tousled, eyes wild like a beast. Wincing, the Queenslayer stayed still, despite their fight or flight instincts kicking in. They trusted that Louis wouldn’t hurt them, at least intentionally.

His lips are parted, gaze searching as his thrusts begin to slow. Blinking, he seems to have come back to his senses, releasing his hold on his companion’s neck. Despite losing their breath for a moment, they were frustrated because they were so close.

“Sorry. Don’t know what came over me.”

He’s panting heavily, lifting the Revenant and placing them back onto the floor where their clothes were piled up. Light was dying around the pair as cracks of sunlight peeking through the wall were chased away by dusk. The roots of Mistle cast an ethereal glow, the shadows dancing around Louis’ form.

He really did look remorseful.

Sighing, the Revenant stroked his cheek in reassurance.

“It’s alright. Keep going.”

“But-“

“You’re hurting me more by not letting me come right now!”

Louis bowed his head in embarrassment, caught off-guard. The Successor of the Blood was rarely outspoken, after all.

“I got it.”

Leaning forward, Louis pressed his forehead against theirs, pushing into them once more. From there, they brought each other to the point of no return over and over again, until stars blanketed the Goal of the Mists.

The mutual bloodlust brought on by the special Ichor Blend eventually went away.

 ---

After what seemed like forever, the pair trudged back to home base slowly. Opening the great wooden door as discreetly as possible, their hopes of returning undetected were gone in an instant Yakumo was sitting at the bar nursing a drink, still wearing his Blood Veil.

“Ah, there you are! Mia was worried sick. She went to sleep not long ago- took a lot of convincing. I knew you would pull through!”

Louis shrugged.

“Is that why you look ready to go out at a moment’s notice?”

“You’re my buddy though! Can’t kill me for being concerned.”

The Queenslayer rubbed their tired eyes, deciding to stay out of the conversation. Limping, all they wanted was to get clean and get to bed. Their haggard appearance didn’t go unnoticed by the heavy swordsman.

“Looking a bit down there, want this Ichor Blend I whipped up?” 

“I think they’ll be fine, was just a lot of Lost out there.” Louis responded quickly before they had a chance to answer. 

“Right! Okay. Gotcha.”

Yakumo wiped the bar down and put the glass in the sink. Shrugging off his Blood Veil, he went to fasten his weapon to a case near Rin’s workshop. He gave the Revenant a sly smile before retreating to his room.

“Whatever you decide to do from here on out, do it in moderation, okay?”

Louis lowered his head awkwardly, but not before seeing his companion’s mouth open in shock, followed by a small nod.

“You would do that again… without any outside influences?”

It would be good to clear the air now, rather than later. In a show of vulnerability, they revealed their true emotions.

“Yes. I’d be with you again. Always. If you’d let me.”

Louis said nothing, instead grabbing their wrist and taking them to the hot spring.

[azures-bazar]

Night owls 

I've been wanting to write a Kieran Duffy one shot FOR AGES. He's my ultimate fave along with Sean and Arthur and I deeply wish we could give him a good hug in game. 💔 OMG I MESSED UP WITH THE TITLE IT'S "NIGHT OWLS"

Next mission : Part 2 of Fairest of Them All ! I already have the whole plot, now I just need more time :')

Please excuse my aweful grammar mistakes. Like I said, I'm mostly writing these one shots by night due to my new job ! I can take requests if wanted, it might just take some time. ☀️

Kieran Duffy x GenderNeutral!Reader 

Word count : 2.5k

Short summary : You and Kieran are two night owls who found one another on the dock of Clemens Point to gaze at the stars.

Tags : cute, our favourite horse boah, Chapter 3, Clemens Point, Kieran being cute asf, insecurity, stargazing

"O’Driscoll."

Here’s what Kieran heard most of the time, in the most scornful tone. No matter what he was doing, no matter what he was looking at, no matter what he was talking about. He was an O’Driscoll boy, and almost everyone in the gang reminded him about his former allegiance, even little Jack. He always felt safe around horses, they would not yell at him for a simple mistake, or openly pick on him like Sean would do. Kieran was a shadow, hiding from the rest of the gang despite Bill’s or Arthur’s best efforts to have, at least, one beer with him. Kieran was scared of many gang members, but certainly not of you. 

Since Arthur brought Kieran, first tied up in Colter’s stable, you had been overwhelmingly kind to him. You had given him food and had the right to untie him for him to relieve himself. You hated Dutch’s decision to keep him tied up and not having the right to feed him, but your own motives won over his orders. You could not stand Kieran’s endless cries for food, you just wanted him alright. Since he was free and taking care of horses, Kieran kept offering you his gratitude by picking a few flowers nearby, carefully placing them on your cot. He was too shy to directly give his bouquets to you… and you never knew who gave you all these gifts. 

Just like Mary-Beth, you had fallen for him. When you were not on guard duty, you enjoyed looking at him from enough distance for him not to spot you. You were too shy to talk to him, somewhat intimidated by his gaze. His large green and arched eyebrows always made him look like a lost puppy, which was quick to make you forget about what you wanted to tell him. But one thing was quick to make your heart rate increase in a mere blink of an eye : whenever your gaze met his, he would quickly blush and smile at you. He was deeply fond of you and, despite being quite awkward with the rest of the gang members, was quick to show his emotions to you. 

That night, you were resting by the dock of Clemens Point. Not a sound could be heard but the faint noise of campfire’s burning logs, or Arthur’s snore as you passed by his tent. Even Dutch was silent after his numerous arguments with Molly, which were now a routine. You had wandered around the tents to see if there were no other lost souls, night owls like you… but everyone was asleep. You had walked to the dock and sat there, taking your boots off and pulling your trousers up, allowing your feet to rest in the cold water. You were facing West, taking time to appreciate how beautiful the sky was, with the Milky Way showing its most beautiful stars above your head, giving you a beautiful picture to enjoy. Gazing at the sky by night was something you often cherished as it was relaxing. 

"M…M-May I join you ?" 

You turned your head to your right, noticing that Kieran was standing there, dressed in his underwear. His voice was so faint and calm that you had barely heard it. You could tell he was blushing, his hands clenching on the bottom of his shirt, nearly tearing it in the process. You shivered, still intimidated by his presence, gently nodding while patting an empty space beside you.

"Sure." you smiled 

It had taken about two or three days for Kieran to make this first move with you. He had mentally rehearsed his speech, from his moves to his facial expression, deeply scared of making you run away. He awkwardly moved forward and sat beside you, the tip of his feet touching the water. His heart rate was incredibly quick, he could not come out with any decent word to make the conversation. In fact… neither could you. His sole presence felt calming enough for you to enjoy the moment, but you were terrified of saying a word, believing he would also run away from you. How wrong the two of you were ! 

"Crap! It’s cold !" Kieran gasped, quickly dragging his feet out of water

"C’mon, it ain’t so cold." you smiled as Kieran turned to face you

"It is !"

His reaction was heartwarming enough for you to chuckle. The simple fact that he wanted to do things like you, plunging his feet into water despite its temperature was not hot enough, made him look adorable. You had seen Kieran trying to fit in with the rest of the gang by mimicking them on a daily basis, often trying to hold himself like Arthur, sitting by the fire like Sean or helping Ms. Grimshaw with morning chores by repeating her tasks with her proudly watching him do better than the girls all-together. He had genuinely believed the water was somewhat warm when he saw you bouncing your legs back and forth and wanted to join you into this harmless activity. 

As soon as he noticed you laugh a little, Kieran blushed and turned his head down. He believed he had ridiculed himself before you, and was wrong ! He turned his head back to you and smiled as he quickly understood he had no right to be ashamed, judging by the comforting glance you gave him. He was so confused and charmed at the same time, enough for him to smile even more. At this moment, he understood that there was nothing to be scared about. In fact, he felt comfortable enough to speak again. 

"You… you like gazing at the stars, right ?" he asked 

"Yeah. I find it relaxing, especially after tough days. What about you ?" 

"Same for me. I love watching stars move above my head… it makes me realise how actually small we are compared with what’s up there." 

Your eyes open wide to this statement. Just like you, Kieran loved watching the sky, acknowledging how tiny humans were, and how vast the universe was above you. Centuries ago, you would have been called mad by believing something existed beyond Earth and probably burnt at the stake for heresy. What was above your head was fascinating enough for you be feel lost in your thoughts, but never could you have imagined that Kieran felt the same as you, especially since he could neither read or write. 

"My mammy used to say we’re tiny beings." Kieran restarted. "She used to bring me to fields to gaze at the stars and often told me stuff about constellations. Can’t but think about her when I look at the sky now." 

"What we she like ?" you asked

"Beautiful and kind. She had her ways, but she loved things that weren’t good for ladies. I was ‘bout six when I lost her and pappy to cholera." 

"I’m… I’m sorry." 

"Don’t be. It ain’t your fault."

You could help but feel bad about Kieran’s past. The way he childishly called his parents mammy and pappy made you remember your own life, how you had lost your family at a young age too. Having been left alone in the streets of your hometown for years, Dutch and Hosea finding you felt like a miracle, providing you with a family you never expected to have, with Arthur and John as your two older brothers, watching over you since your induction into the gang. Kieran was certainly not as lucky as you, having joined the army for some time before leaving, living on his own before the O’Driscolls got him. Poor Kieran had it worse than many folks of your gang, being an outcast for most of his life. 

As far as you remembered, you were still young when Colm and Dutch’s feud occurred and had time to see how cruel the leader of the O’Driscoll boys was with his men. Dutch had shielded you from him, not allowing you to be nowhere near Colm or one of his men. You could remember Arthur and John never leaving you alone when Colm was walking by, even dragging you behind them when he was glancing towards your direction. You felt terrible you heard Kieran speak about him by the fire, how cruel and merciless he was, how many of his men he killed to just replace them, believing he went through hell while riding with the O’Driscoll Boys. At least he was safe with you ! 

"B-by the way… it was me." Kieran mumbled 

"You ?"

"I… I-I’m the one w-who puts flowers on your cot." 

You shivered and blushed at this sudden confession. It might have taken so much courage for Kieran to admit such thing to you ! You had been questioning a few gang members for weeks about these gifts, not knowing who would give you flowers and why someone would even gift you something anyway. You were close to mostly everyone, but probably not enough for anyone to give you flowers. 

"You’re the one who’s been bringing me flowers all this long ?" you blushed, feeling your heart rate increase 

"Y-yeah… You’re so kind to me, and… you know, you didn’t treat me like a monster. And… well… you…"

Kieran kept loosing his words, turning his head down. Saying he was the one who was secretly giving you these beautiful flowers was already such a big step forward ! He could not even think about what he could say next, being overwhelmingly terrified about your rejection, still being somewhat aware that you were receptive to his sweet charms. Kieran kept his head down for a moment as his large eyes twitched a little towards you.

"You’re really attractive…" he mumbled 

Your heart stopped beating for a second. If Kieran had told something like this during the day, he would have seen you turning red. Your mouth was half-open, you could not even respond to his sudden compliment. How sweet and genuinely kind Kieran was ! Enough for you to completely forget about your surroundings, and about Dutch who had been woken up, looking at the two of you between his tent flaps while Molly was asleep. The rest of the world did not matter much as you and Kieran, two night owls gazing at the stars above, finally found each other. Yes, finally.

"You… it’s alright… you can tell me to stop…" Kieran mumbled, shyly turning his head away while closing his eyes. "I ain’t probably the one you expected…"

"N-no ! Don’t ever stop, please." you gasped. "Don’t !" 

Despite feeling a vast amount of butterflies and bubbles inside you, you could not hold it any longer. You took a deep breath and dragged your feet out of water, moving a little closer to Kieran. Your hand rose to his directly, you lifted his face by gently holding his chin. What a move ! You could feel him shiver as he quickly opened his large eyes to look at you, still surprised. He even looked a little scared… like the lost puppy you thought him to be. 

"Y/N…?"

Your other free hand made its way to his cheek, his eyes opened wide. Nobody had even been so gentle towards him, so kind ! And there you were, there you were. His sunshine, his wildest dream. He would have never expected you to be this receptive to his words and act so gently with him. His eyes got filled with tears of happiness, he even moaned of pleasure as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. The very last time someone had touched his face so gently was his mother herself, on her deathbed. It felt good enough for him to smile, bending his head for you to keep going while looking deep into your eyes. 

"You’re such a treasure, Kieran…" you smiled. "My treasure… I’m so glad I found you… "

"I’m… I-I’m happy I finally f-found you too…" Kieran stuttered

As you looked into his eyes, you had not noticed that Kieran’s hands had moved to your waist. He rose a little, moving his legs aside as he dragged you a little closer to him, carefully enough not to scare you. He did not want you to run away, he could not allow this… neither could you. You had found each other, and it felt like the beautifulest dream anyone of you could ever imagine. 

"I... l-love you." he whispered

You had no time to respond to such a beautiful sentence, Kieran had quickly moved forward to passionately kiss you. Your hands moved to his shoulders, you clung onto his shirt as you were softly pushed down, laying beneath Kieran who could not back away anymore. He kept kissing you so passionately that you even forgot about time and your surroundings. Nothing else mattered but the two of you, finally fusing into one being  beneath this endless star-filled sky. Kieran rose a little above you as you gently caught his face between your hands, gazing into his beautiful eyes. 

"I love you." you smiled 

Kieran smiled and arched his eyebrows, being overwhelmingly thrilled by what you had just said. No one had ever told him such thing ! He wanted to cry, but having you so close to him, ready to receive another kiss from him made him forget about all these negative and nostalgic thoughts he usually kept for himself. He kissed you one more time as you heard someone walk on the dock, causing the two of you to quickly stand up. Dutch was there, his arms crossed on his chest. You and Kieran stood still, turning your head down like two children who had been caught red-handed after messing around, which made Dutch smile. 

"What are you doing here ?" he asked 

"Gazing at the stars, Dutch." you responded

"We weren’t doin’ anything wrong, S-sir." Kieran added

"You sure weren’t, now go to sleep. Y/N, you’re on guard duty tomorrow, and we need Kieran to take care of horses." 

The two of you nodded, causing Dutch to chuckle a little as he watch the two of you walk away in line. Right before separating, you dragged Kieran inside your tent and closed its flaps. In no way could you just leave Kieran sleep by the tree alone again ! You allowed him to lie down on your cot first. He opened his arms to greet you into his embrace. 

"Cuddles ?" he whispered

Your heart melted one more time, you could not resist. You obliged and lied next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your head quickly nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he placed a blanket above the two of you. 

"All good ?" you asked

"All good." 

It had been such a long while since Kieran did not get the right to lie down and enjoy a bed, even a bedroll, anything more comfortable than the bare ground ! He was quick to feel a relaxed, slowly drifting into sleep as he snuggled into your thin mattress. You rose a little to kiss his cheek, causing him to moan while holding you closer to him, held into your embrace on a comfortable bed, hiding under a warm blanket. He had forgotten how great it felt to have covers above him, how great it was to be loved. And, with you, he would remember what love felt like. 

"Goodnight, Kieran." you whispered

[fandomsandwritings]

Distant

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GenderNeutral!Reader (if there are any mistakes feel free to message me!) 

Requested: No

Summary: You don't want to bother the team with something personal happening in you life so you begin to pull away from them until you can’t hide it anymore.

Word Count: 2,689

Warnings: a little angst but mostly fluff, literally just Hotch being super sweet and supportive and caring

A/N: This took me too long to finish but here we go! As always my requests are open! 

You’d been distancing yourself from the team more and more lately. At first it was just saying no to drinks or dinner every once and awhile to them having stopped asking you all together. You knew it was for the best though. You didn’t need them to pity you. The truth of the matter was that your mother was very sick, and you’d been taking her to as many appointments as you could or simply hanging out with her when you were home. It had been just you and her for a while now. Your father having passed some years ago. You’d always been a little stubborn and always insisted you could do things on your own. You didn’t need help or for others to feel sorry for you, so you distanced yourself from them and focused solely on helping your mother feel better.

This morning you’d gotten up early to go over to her place to check on her and bring her breakfast.

“Hi mom, I brought you food!” You announced as you walked in her house.

“We’re in here dear.” She yelled back from the living room. You walked in to see her sitting in her favorite chair as her nurse helped her with her medicine for the day. You’d decided to hire a nurse to come by daily to check on her when you’d come home from a case and saw that she’d forgotten to take her medications while you were gone. This allowed you some comfort when you had to leave knowing she’d have someone here daily to be with her or take her to her appointments.

“Hi Alice, how’re you?” You asked the nurse while sitting on the couch

“Doing good, your mother is arguing with me on how much she moves in a day. I’ve been telling her that she needs to wait for me to come over before coming down the stairs in the morning and also wait for me to come back by and help her in the evenings when you’re away.”

“I’m not that old, I think I can get up and down the stairs on my own.” Was her argument back.

“Alice is right mom, with how your joints are and the medication you’re on, you should really wait for her to help.” You spoke while you and Alice gave each other a look knowing she wasn’t going to listen.

“Whatever.” was your mother’s only response as your phone pinged with a message.

“I have to go to work now but I love you mom and listen to Alice!” you said as you stood and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

--

“Hey guys sorry I’m late.” You announced as you walked in and Penelope stood up to give the briefing. You guys were headed to a rural town in Nebraska where 3 unidentified bodies had shown up. As you all stood up to grab your bags and head to the plane JJ stopped you.

“You okay Y/N? You look tired.” She asked caringly but you also knew that she was being a little nosey since you too had been the closest before you made the decision to push them all away.

“Oh yeah I’m fine. Just had to wake up earlier today.” You answered as you walked out, not a lie but also not the whole truth.

--

You sat across from Hotch as you guys individually looked over the files after y’all decided who would do what after you all land.

“What did you have to do this morning?” He asked you suddenly

“Excuse me?” You asked kind of annoyed

“I heard you tell JJ that you had to wake up early for something and I was just curious as to what it was.” He spoke quietly and calmly, and you could tell how much he cared in his eyes. They were all worried about you, you could tell but you didn’t need to bother them with your problems, so you just blew off their intrusive questions.

“I just had some errands to run.”

“On the other side of town?” He questioned and you just gave him a confused look. “The coffee cup you had this morning is from a coffee shop that’s at least 20 min from your apartment with traffic at that time in the morning.”

“Don’t.” was your only response.

“Don’t what?” he asked a little confused.

“Don’t try to profile me Aaron.” He was honestly one of the hardest ones not to talk to about everything that was going on. All you wanted to do was confide in him about how you were feeling and have him tell you that it was going to be okay. But he was already so busy with running the team and raising Jack that you couldn’t add your problems to his life too.

“Ok. Just know that we all miss having you around more outside of working cases.”

You just sighed and you both went back to look at your cases.

--

It had taken you and the team 2 days to track down the killer and apprehend him. As you began to take the pictures down and put them into the boxes you phone began to ring. Your heart began to race when you saw that it was Alice calling. There was no one else in the conference room with you, so you subtly closed the door and you answered the call. You didn’t realize that Hotch had noticed the change in your demeanor as he watched you through the window and made his way over to the room.

“Alice what’s happened?” you question because it was late and there was no way that she was calling you with good news.

“I was running a little late tonight and I guess your mom got impatient and tried to go up the stairs by herself, but her leg gave out and she fell down the stairs. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You felt the earth shift beneath you as you grabbed the back of a chair to steady yourself. You didn’t hear Hotch come into the room when you went to answer.

“Is she okay?” you asked as your voice broke a little.

“They’re not sure, we’re in the ambulance now on the way to the hospital. She was unconscious when I got there, and I don’t know how long it had been before I arrived.” She answered frantically.

“Okay, keep me updated with what they say. We just finished here so I’ll be flying back tonight so text me which hospital you are going to and I’ll meet you there after I land.” You spoke calmly as a single tear rolled down your face.

“Okay I will. I’m so sorry Y/N, I should have gotten there sooner but my other patient didn’t want to take her night meds so I had to- ”

“It’s okay Alice,” you began as you interrupted her and took a deep breath. “It’s not your fault. She’s stubborn and we’ve been fighting her on this for a while. All we can do now is wait and hope for good results.”

“Okay you’re right. I’ll text you any updates and I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Thank you.” Was the only responds you could give before hanging up and letting the tears fall.

“Y/N” you heard Hotch speak up behind you

“Oh, hey I’m just finishing up in here and we should be good to go soon.” You spoke trying to even out your tone and casually wipe the tears from your face before turning around. You didn’t know how long he’d been in the room but judging from the furrowed brow and the concern in his eyes you knew he’d at least heard some of your phone call.

“Please tell me what’s going on.” He spoke softly as he stepped closer to you.

“That was my mom’s nurse, she fell at home and they’re taking her to the hospital now.” You managed to get out.

“Nurse?” He asked clearly confused

You just shook your head “It’s a long story.” You said as the tears began to fall.

Hotch brought you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. We’ll get you home and it’ll be okay.” he whispered into your ear as he gently rubbed his hands up and down your back.

The rest of the team watch this exchange through the open window, and you were met with curious looks as you walked out of the conference room with tear stained eyes. You knew you finally had to tell them.

--

“So basically, the last few months they’ve just been trying her on different medications to try and ease her pain but her fall tonight could be a big setback if she recovers from it.” You spoke quietly while the team sat around you on the plane. You sat next to Hotch and while you two weren’t explicitly touching his leg was pressing into yours and the warmth from him beside you was a comfort.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell us that this was happening?” Derek questioned quietly.

You just let out a deep sigh, “I’ve always handled things on my own and I didn’t want to burden you guys with my family problems.” You stared at your hands instead of looking at any of the concerned faces around you.

“But you are a part of our family Y/N, we would have been there for you.” Rossi spoke up after a moment.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never been good at sharing.” You let out a strained laugh trying to lighten the mood, but everyone just remained quiet. “I didn’t mean to hurt you guys by pushing you away, I thought I was doing what was best.” More tears began to fall, and you hated being this vulnerable in front of everyone, but you didn’t have the energy to hide it anymore. These last few months had been really hard for you.

“What’s best is you not trying to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders when you have all of us here to help carry it for you.” JJ said while reaching across the table to grab your hand.

“Thank you” was all you could manage to say before the plane fell silent again, the emotions in the air too heavy.

“I think we should let Y/N get some sleep before we land.” Hotch spoke after a while and everyone dispersed to their respect spots on the plane to rest too.

Hotch began to stand up too but you reached for his hand.

“Please stay.” You spoke quietly as a soft smile spread on his face.

“I’ll be right back; I was just going to make you some tea.”

“Oh, thank you.” You felt a small blush on your cheeks as he walked away.

You were asleep before he got back.

--

You felt a small nudge and immediately opened your eyes. You were pulled into Hotch’s side with his arm around you and your head resting on his chest. You leaned your head back to see Hotch looking down at you.

“Hey, we’re landing soon.” he whispered to you before he went back to looking over other case files.

“Aaron?” you ask softly not wanting to break this intimate bubble you two had at the moment.

“Mhm?” was his only response

“Thank you” you moved your head back down and snuggled closer into his side. He just softly kissed the top of your head.

The plane landed shortly after that and you made your way to the hospital. Alice immediately made her way to you when you walked in.

“She’s still in surgery. She has a broken leg and some bleeding in her brain but from the last update they sounded hopeful.” She stated all in one breath and not meeting your eyes.

“Thank you, Alice, for staying but you should go home and get some rest now that I’m here.” You gave her a soft smile.

“Okay, text me any updates.” She said while gathering her things

“I will.” You answered softly but all you could think about were the words “bleeding” and “brain”.

You heard a soft “excuse me” come from her as she walked out of the small private waiting room, but you didn’t look up as she left.

“How is she?” you head a familiar male voice ask from behind you and you spun around.

“Aaron?” I guess you shouldn’t have been surprised but you guys had just gotten back from a long case and you were sure Hotch was dying to see Jack so you wouldn’t have even thought to ask him to go to the hospital with you instead of seeing his son.

“After everything we said on the plane you didn’t think we’d let you go through this alone right?” he spoke as he came closer to you.

“We?” was all you managed to say before the rest of the team came in, including Penelope.

“Seriously Y/N, we just talked about how we’re here for you.” Emily spoke as she came to your side.

“I know but we just got home and y’all are probably tired, so I didn’t want to ask any of you to stay here in a hospital for who knows how long.” A single tear rolled down your cheek because you felt so damn loved by these 7 people.

“We all got a little sleep on the plane and there’s nowhere else any of us would rather be right now.” JJ spoke from in front of you as the team had gathered into a circle in the middle of the waiting room.

“Any updates?” Spencer spoke up after a minute.

“Yes, Alice was here and said that she was in surgery. She broke her leg and I guess there was some ble-” your breath caught in your throat as you began to really digest the information, Hotch grabbed your hand and lightly squeezed it as you took a deep breath before continuing, “um some bleeding in her brain but I don’t know how recent that was.” You finished while trying to keep the tears that threaten to reappear from falling.

“I’m on it!” Garcia said while stepping away to go track down some poor nurse.

“I’m going to go with her, so she doesn’t get kicked out of the hospital.” Morgan said before following her out.

The room fell silent again as you looked up at Aaron, who was still holding your hand, and he used his other hand to brush some hair out of your face. The two of you just stood there looking into each other’s eyes before you heard Rossi clear his throat. You broke the eye contact and looked towards the floor with a blush. Your hand stayed firmly in his though.

“Emily and JJ do you think you could find some coffee for everyone?” They both nodded, looking at the two of you with soft smiles before leaving. “Reid and I will go find snacks.”

“I’d actually like to stay here to hear what the doctor says.” Reid responded, not understanding that Dave was actually trying to give the two of you some privacy. Dave just sighed.

“Then go find Garcia and learn what you can.” He said while lightly shoving him out of the room. After he got Spencer out, her turned in the doorway.

“I approve of this.” He said while winking and pointing between the two of you causing you to blush even harder and step away from Aaron.

You made your way to one of the two-person bench seats and Hotch sat beside you. He place his arm behind you and you snuggled into his side, still exhausted from the case and travel you closed your eyes and focused on the sound of Hotch’s heartbeat.

You both stayed there for several minutes and Aaron probably thought you had fallen asleep when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and spoke so softly you weren’t actually sure he had spoken.

“I love you Y/N.”