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specialagentlokitty · 9 months ago

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Hotch x reader - not so secret

Hello, I hope it's not too much to ask. Could you possibly do a Hotch x BAU!reader, where they get caught (nothing spicy tho, if that makes sense) in his office by his team. - Anon💜

Slipping into the office, you closed the door quietly behind you and grinned a little as you turned around.

“Didn’t I tell you to take the day off?” Hotch asked.

“Well, yeah, but I was bored.”

Hotch hummed a little, closing the file on his desk.

“You haven’t had a proper day off in weeks.”

“Neither have you.” You countered.

Hotch chuckled a little bit, standing up and he closed the blinds, walking over to you and he brushed his knuckles along your cheek.

He leant down, pressing his lips to your forehead, and you closed your eyes.

“I’ll be fine.” He whispered.

“Just take a small break Aaron, before you overwork yourself…”

Hotch smiled softly at you, running a thumb along your cheek.

“Alright, a small break. Now show me what’s in your pockets.”

You walked over to his desk, reaching into the pockets of your jacket you pulled out a cup of coffee, setting it down, then you reached into the other pocket, pulling out another cup.

“(Y/N), darling, I love you, but I’ve told you to stop putting coffee cups in your pockets.”

“Ha, jokes on you aaron I have more.”

You unzipped your jacket, reaching into the inside pockets to pull out a bag, and Hotch walked over, looking inside of it.

“Okay, so now you’re carrying a bag of doughnuts?”

You grinned and him and Hotch placed a hand on your shoulder, turning you around and reached into your other pocket, pulling some candy bars out.

“Snacks?”

“I plan on staying so suck it up.”

He chuckled again, holding the back of your jacket so you could take it off and he hung it up with his own before walking back over.

Hotch placed his hands on your waist, and you cradled his face between your hands, letting him lean into your touch.

The moment your hands held his face he immediately relaxed, letting out a sigh of content.

“You need to take care of yourself too… I’m worried about how hard you work…” you whispered.

“I know… I know I’m sorry…”

Hotch leant down, brushing his lips against yours in the ghost of a kiss.

He wasn’t always one for initiating physical contact, sometimes he over thought, and so you leant forward to kiss him.

You moved a hand to the back of his head, playing with the hairs in the base of his neck, and he smiled into the kiss.

He pulled away only slightly.

You frowned a little bit.

“They’ll catch us out eventually..” he whispered.

You shrugged a little bit, placing your hand on the back of his head.

“I don’t care…”

This made him chuckle a little bit and lean back down to give you another kiss before he finally pulled away fully.

Hotch picked up your coffee cup, handing it to you, and picked up his own, sitting down in front of his desk.

You sat down with him, resting your head in his lap as you looked up at him, setting your coffee down in favour for holding his hand in yours instead.

You held your hand in the air, staring up at your conjoined fingers.

“So, have you thought anymore about the weekend?” He asked.

“You mean going away?”

He hummed a little, nodding his head.

“Yeah, what do you think about it? You don’t have to come with us if you don’t want to, Jack is as begging me all last night to ask you again.”

You laughed softly, resting both your hands on your stomach.

Hotch set his coffee down, bringing his other hand up to run his hand over your hair.

“I think it sounds pretty cool, I loved camping when I was a kid, my dad taught me everything I know.”

“So, does that mean you can pass your well rounded knowledge of camping down to Jack ready for his trip next month?” He grinned a little.

You laughed softly, bringing his hand up so you could kiss the back of his hand.

“Yes dear, I will pass my camping wisdom on to your son and teach him all he needs to know.”

Hotch grinned a little, leaning down and you met him halfway so you could kiss him.

“You’re a lifesaver…” he whispered.

“I’m just that great.” You beamed.

He chuckled again, leaning down to kiss you once more, and his office door was opened.

You tilted tour head back, and he looked up, you grinned a little bit while he just stared at Garcia.

“Garcia don’t do it.” He warned.

She squealed a little bit, clamping a hand over her mouth.

“Garcia?” You asked.

“I’m sorry I can’t! Oh this is so juicy!” She equaled.

“Garcia!” You both yelled.

It was too late because she was already running down the stairs and you snickered a little, resting your head back on Hotch’s lap.

He sighed, but let out a small chuckle.

“Guess times up on keeping this hidden.”

You hummed a little, sitting up and turning around to face him.

“Is it really so bad?”

“No, it isn’t. I’m happy to know that they all know, but you’re answering all the questions.”

“Is that really a wise idea Aaron?” Rossi asked.

You and Hotch stood up, turning to the faces of the grinning team who were blocking the exit.

“You’re both going to answer all our questions.” Derek smirked.

“Interrogation time you two, sit.” Emily said.

You and Hotch sat down at his desk, you in his chair while he sat on the desk in front of you.

You knew they weren’t going until you two had answered all their questions, you were both going to be there for a while

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c0la-queen · 9 months ago

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RAGHHHHHHHHH

Could you ever so kind and provide some general dating Headcannons for all the four boys?? 🥺👉👈

Maybe some extra with red leader or someone else if you’re fine with that??? 🥺💜

Mwah mwah you have amazing work <3 /p

Oh my gods I am SO sorry that this is so late!! For some reason, Mr. Tumblr decided not to notify me about your ask?? And then I was at my bestie's house this weekend, so I haven't checked my inbox until now. Begging for your forgiveness rn Anon!!

Also literally kissing you for asking for Red Leader!! Mwah, mwah!!

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Edd

If you are dating Edd... girlie I am so sorry for your sanity.

Don't get me wrong, I love Edd! He was my first Eddsworld love, my pookie bear for real! But he's the biggest bastard of the entire gang and I stand by that.

Calls you dumb pet names to try and make you laugh. Sugar Tits (regardless of gender or lack thereof, might I add), Baby Doll, Sexy.

He WILL grab/slap your ass all the time. Even in public. Only grins when you glare at him.

This man is a horrible influence. It will be so hard to get your shit done if he has decided that you need to be spending time with him. Why worry about work or chores when you could be all cuddled up with him and Ringo on the couch?

Will sulk if you reject his attempts.

If he's trying to get shit done and you're pestering him for attention? He will drop his basket of laundry or the dishes in his hands in a millisecond.

If he's working on a commission or animation, he'll let you sit in his lap in his chair, let you sit all pretty for him while he works. When he finishes, if you've fallen asleep by then -which you usually do - then he'll carefully move you both to his bed and snuggle up to you and take a nap with you.

Speaking of cuddling, he does naturally run hot. Comes with being a big boy <3 But if you don't enjoy that, then he'll use his powers to cool down his skin for you. Anything to keep cuddling!

He also uses his powers whenever possible. Will abuse them without shame. He puts things on the highest shelf, just so you have to him for help. He'll put patches of ice on the floor under your feet, just so he can catch you before you fall (he'll never let you actually get hurt), and uses his super strength to scoop you up randomly and carry you around.

You cannot show your text messages to ANYONE. He will say filthy things, just to fluster you. Horny Bastard. Finds ways to turn even the most mundane conversations into teasing.

He'd do cute couple things with you, like painting together and swapping canvases every 5 minutes. His favorite is going to cat cafes. The cats literally love him, its like he's made of catnip with how they swarm him.

Physical affection is a huge thing with him. Even little touches throughout the day, like ruffling your hair as he passes by, or a big hug from behind while you fix food.

Overall, big teddy bear that just likes to see his darling blush.

Tom

As I've stated in previous works, Tom is a secret romantic.

He's not a traditional romantic like Matt, but he's romantic in his own way.

Likes parallel play a lot. Finds it relaxing to just sit in his room, testing new songs on his bass while you lay on his bed reading a book. Or in your room, lounging on one of your plush beanbag and organizing his Spotify playlists while you fold your laundry.

Dates with him consist of record stores, concerts, and late night walks.

He'll sing for you if you ask him to.

Very down to earth, both as a person and as a boyfriend. If you have problems, he'll listen patiently until you're done, then help you brainstorm solutions. He doesn't downplay or ignore your feelings, but he doesn't jump to emotions like others might.

He tends to sleep in late on his nights off, since he's more of a night owl than anything. You know that, so you've made it a little tradition to fix him coffee around 11. You know exactly how he takes it, and he always thanks you with a kiss on the cheek and a sleepy, mumbled "you're the best."

Very caring. He'll make sure you've eaten and had water. Will usher you to bed if he can see that you're tired, or do your chores for you if you can't do them for whatever reason. If you can't sleep, he'll make you a mug of chamomile tea and sing you a little lullaby.

When it comes to his monster tendencies, he tries to keep you away from it all. He's bitter about what he is, and he thinks that you're better off separated from that side of him.

At the start of relationship, he'd get angry if you tried to push it. He'd snap at you, distance himself, not talk to you for maybe a couple of days. Further on in the relationship, though, if you push the issue and reassure him that you love every side of him, even the monstrous one, then he'd be more willing. Willing to let you in, to let you see that part of him. He'd be nervous about it, but he'd do it because he loves you.

Matt

He is a traditional romantic! His Mama raised him right, and he drinks his Respect Juice.

Makes sure you two have date night at least once every week. Dressing up nice, going out to dinner or a play, taking a walk through the town to wind down the night. Heading back into the house, changing back into comfortable clothes. He'd wipe your makeup off for you, if you wear it.

Absolutely the kind of guy to get down on his knees in front of you and unbuckle/untie your shoes or high heels for you. He's just so devotional.

If, for whatever reason, you guys are unable to have your date night, he'll make it up to you in some way. A bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on your bed with a little note. A passionate kiss before one of you has to leave the house. A heartfelt love letter sealed with wax.

Makes sure to text you throughout the day with sweet messages. Compliments, "I love you"s, selfies, updates on what is happening at work. Or just reminders that he's thinking of you. Misses you.

Likes to cook meals for you if its just the two of you at home. Breakfast is his forte, but he's not the worst at following a recipe.

Always amazing for advice. He'll let you talk to him while he hugs you from behind. If it's something sad, he might cry. Just the idea of you going through something negative makes him sad, too.

If he doesn't have advice for you, he'd do anything in his power to find someone who does. One of the other roommates, or even his mother, if you're comfortable with it.

Speaking of his mother, she absolutely adores you. Since Matt has such a good relationship with her, he's already told her so much about you. She thinks its wonderful that her baby has fallen in love. After a while, Matt will even bring you along to his lunches with his mother. You two hit it off instantly.

If you're okay with it, then Matt would love to show you off on his social media. He thinks you're so gorgeous, the entire world should know that he managed to land you. Its never anything invasive, and he always gets your permission before he posts things. Blocks any weird or gross comments.

Loves going on shopping dates with you. Most of the time, its at the mall or a mall in a different town, because he loves walking around and window shopping. Occasionally, he'll take you to more expensive stores. It doesn't bother him, he loves spoiling you. No matter where you two are, he'll buy you anything that you want. If you are adamant to spend your own money, he won't put up too much of a fuss, though he does prefer to pay for you.

He'll do that couples trend with you where you find nail polish that matches the other's eye color.

Gift giving is just one of his love languages in general. It makes him so happy to give his loved one things that he bought. For you specifically, he'll also throw in hand made gifts. He may not be the most talented artistically, but he'll stay awake late into the night, sitting on the floor with a YouTube tutorial playing, paper and cardboard scattered around, a pencil between his teeth, paint on his hands and smeared on his cheek. The end result may look a little crude, but he'll still present it to you with pride. And, of course, you always love it.

Tord

Tord is probably the most romantically stunted of the four. Its not that he doesn't love you, far from it really. He just grew up in an environment where love wasn't freely given, and was often limited for appearances.

His father, as the Red Leader, insisted that he keep a professional and feared image. So, Tord never saw him being affectionate with his mother.

It might be hard at first. You'll struggle. You two may fight. But you'll always make up in the end. He'll listen to you, try to understand your point of view.

He's not against physical affection, but he's able to live without it. Will indulge you whenever you ask. If he's busy, which he usually is, he'll let you drape yourself over him from behind while he sits in his chair, letting you rest your cheek on the top of his head and watch him work.

More than anything, his love language is words of affirmation. Despite being a man of few words, he'll always give you praise. He'll make sure you know that you are his, he is yours, and he loves you. Nothing will change that.

Scary dog privilege. He'll always walk just behind you in public, keeping a guiding hand on the small of your back. Stays alert of you surroundings and the people around, so that you don't have to. You don't even have to worry about people approaching you in public. One piercing glare from Tord is enough to deter anyone.

Not the best at giving advice to problems. He'll listen, but sometimes he can't quite understand why something is an issue. Doesn't invalidate your feelings on purpose, it just happens inadvertently at times. Always, ALWAYS apologizes and holds you close when he realizes what he did.

His preferred dates are nights in at home. Cuddled up on the couch with takeout watching shitty rom-coms. Cooking food that he ate growing up in Norway while you sit at the kitchen table watching. Going to the convenience store at midnight to get Ben and Jerry's in the middle of anime binges.

You become his crutch. When he's having bad paranoia on nights that are too quiet, he'll seek you out. Just having you lay in bed with him, warm and solid and breathing, always calms him down.

He will never let you meet his parents. You are one of the very few good things in his life, and he wants to keep that away from his fucked up home life. Might let you meet his little sister, but not for a long time.

Surprisingly, he does tend to talk more when its just the two of you. He allows you into his head, verbalizing his thoughts to you. He'll ramble about his projects, tell you about the history behind his culture, or rant about things that annoy him. Denies it vehemently in front of others.

He is a huge tease, second only to Edd. What's dangerous is how casual he is about it. Loves making you squirm, and he'll never even change his expression. Sometimes he won't even be looking at you, but rest assured that he is swimming in satisfaction over how flustered you are.

Red Leader

I have so many thoughts about him. Oh my lord.

This is going off the scenario where Reader is a Red Army soldier and met him through the army, after the events of The End.

I want to clarify that this is NOT following the events of TBATF!!! This is my own Red Army timeline, what I refer to in my Eddsworld bubble as "The Bad End"

There are two ways that you'd be able to catch Red Leader's attention. Either you are an extremely talented soldier that does well among your peers, enough to earn the praise of your superior officers and eventually Red Leader himself. Or, you were assigned as his personal assistant to help with paperwork and meetings, but you were so good at handling his temper and attitude that he found himself surprised.

The latter of the two is my favorite, so I'll be working under that one.

Before you, Red Leader had been through several assistants. None of them lasted more than a month. By nature, he was a moody, temperamental man. The stress of the army and oncoming war only made that worse. He saw those previous assistants as nuisances, only getting in his way. He would yell at them, berate them, drive them to the brink until they beg Paul and Pat to transfer them.

When they assigned you to him, they expected the same thing to happen. The two even made bets on how long you'd last. On your first day, Red Leader was nasty to you. Gruff and rude. But... you bit back. That took him by surprise. Instead of taking the insult and shuffling out like a puppy with its tail between its legs, you pursed your lips and gave him a stern look and talked to him in a way that nobody dared to. He should've been angry. Should have screamed at you, discharged you from the army in a heartbeat.

Instead, he found that he quite enjoyed it. He enjoyed your spitfire. Not that he'd let you know. He only gave you a noncommittal hum and dismissed you with a wave of his hand. But... he kept you around. Even found excuses for you to come into his office more than necessary. His penchant for teasing came back full force. He'd poke and prod, finding ways to make you react with that fire he so loved.

It takes a long time for him to finally make a move. Probably takes a near-death experience for him, or an injury to you for him to realize that he wants this. He wants a future with you.

At first, he may seem a little cold in public. Not to the degree that his father was - he promised himself that he would never be like his father. Simply a more... professional air about the entire thing. It was more out of anxiety than anything. He didn't want to make you a target, didn't want to cause you to get hurt. As his army grows more powerful and takes over more and more countries, he grows more comfortable with PDA. He knows that when he is the most powerful man in the world, he doesn't have to worry about anyone hurting you.

He would probably treat you more like a spouse than a girlfriend/boyfriend right off the bat. He's older now, thinking more about the future than the present. He already knows that he wants to be with you forever, so why go through the formalities and hassle of dating?

Always makes time for you whenever he can. If he's in a meeting with his generals or another world leader, he'll sneak text messages to you. Doesn't give a shit if he's caught. What are they going to do to him, Red Leader?

If he's cooped up in his office all day, his door is always open to you. Loves having you drop by unannounced to bring him food or coffee. He'll let you climb into his lap while he works, or sit behind him in his chair and cling to him. Even if you're just sitting in a separate chair nearby, working on your own stuff. He's happy.

If you want to continue being a soldier, or his assistant, he'll let you. But he's also perfectly happy to have you simply be his partner and not have a care in the world. You could sit all pretty in his quarters waiting for him to get off duty, or use the time to pursue your own hobbies and interests. As long as you're happy and cared for, it's okay with him.

Spoils you rotten. You're Red Leader's, so of course you only deserve the best things. Anything in the world you want, you only have to ask for it. It's yours. He would raze entire cities just to see you smile.

He does enjoy taking you out on dates. While also spending time with you, he sees it as a way to show you off to the world. Dressing you up in the finest clothes that he got you, the prettiest jewelry that he bought. Taking you to restaurants and operas where everyone can see you hanging on his arm. It makes him puff up with pride.

When the two of you are alone, he's so adoring. Loves snuggling. It's a struggle to convince him to let you out of bed in the mornings, he'll just be clinging to you. If you do somehow manage to escape his grasp, he'll catch you around the waist and drag you back to bed. Won't stop until Paul or Pat message him to get his ass out of bed. He always grumbles about how "it's my damn army, I should get to sleep in as long as I want".

Sometimes, at night, he has pains in his right shoulder, the side where he's burned and amputated. It can range from a dull ache to excruciating pain. On nights that it hurts too much to move, you'll scramble out of bed and get his medication from his nightstand, gently coaxing him to take it. You'll hold him and comfort him until the pain subsides and he falls back asleep.

He doesn't like to talk about it, really. It feels weird, letting anyone see this part of his life. Letting you see his vulnerability. Letting you see him.

But he does.

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 6 months ago

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Bonus Drabble 5

Summary: Jungkook has treated you like a princess all day for your birthday and it's all lead up to this very special moment (a little glimpse into their future 🤭) Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 1.5k~ Warning: Honestly no warnings I think. Just some cute fluff and some suggestive language. Nothing crazy (written very quickly but I hope you guys still like it!) Requested by: 🧜‍♀️ anon 💜 (Happy Late Birthday my love) & another anon from a while back 💜 (sorry I didn't get it out till now 🥺) Start from the beginning

"Can I open my eyes now?" I ask, humoring him in this silly game that he's made of my birthday today.

"Not yet, just a little closer" he say, guiding me by my hips and I soon feel the ground change from some sort of pavement to that of a stonework pathway. "Careful" he warns as I stumble when my foot gets caught on a rock. "I wouldn't have to be careful if I didn't have to keep my eyes closed" I grumble and he laughs before bringing me to a halt.

I feel him walk around me until he's standing right in front of me and tilts my head up towards him. "You and I both know you would've tripped on that rock anyways" he whispers against my lips causing me to shudder. The intensity of his words and actions mixed with the cool crisp air in this open area giving me goosebumps.

He places a chased kiss on my pouted lips that try to respond to his but he's pulling back before I can even try to deepen it. "Okay, you can open them" he say, now standing behind me and I once I open my eye my breath is instantly taken away.

"Jungkook" I whisper, a recreation of a beautiful white gazebo covered in twinkling lights and vines full of white roses accompanied by a table for two is the scene I'm met with. The warm glow scatters across the pathway as he ushers me closer. I turn around to face him once we've taken a closer look and I can see how nervous he looks after having revealed his hard work he had put together for the night.

"You remembered" I say, blinking back the tears that I feel are no doubt making my eyes gloss over. "Did I do a good job?" he asks while he rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his that always makes this strong confident man turn into a shy teenage boy, melting my heart and making me fall in love with him all over again.

"It's perfect!" I say, going on my tippy toes and kissing him, hints of how I'll show my appreciation to him when we're alone again lightly laced through it.

"It's almost as if we're in the actual movie!" I say, walking inside of the gazebo and admiring how much attention to detail he's put into this. "No wonder we've been watching A Cinderella Story so often" I say, now connecting the dots and finally figuring out why he had been so sneaky recently.

"What? Can't a man just simply like a movie?" he playfully scoffs, walking closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. "Thank you" I say and he hums in response. "Happy Birthday Darling" he replies, leaning down and rubbing his nose against mine.

He pulls back and waves someone forward that had been hiding in the shadows and when I turn around I realize he's somehow managed to get a stringed quartette for the night. "Jungkook this is too much" I say, knowing that stuff like this definetly isn't cheap.

"Don't worry, I only booked them for half an hour" he says making me laugh at his ways of trying to explain away how much he's spent on me the entire day as he's bought me almost everything I've so much glanced at, even when I asked him not to.

I turn around and take a couple steps closer to the table and see the candles just waiting to be lit accompanied by my drink of choice on ice.

"You-" I start off, turning around to face him but notice he's holding a white gift box wrapped with a white satin bow. "Jungkook" I scold, remembering how I told him to stop buying things for me already. "This is the last thing I promise" he says and I give him a warning glance before tugging on the ribbon and opening the lid and what I see inside really makes me want to cry this time.

"I don't deserve all this" I say, tears welling up in my eyes and he panics and places the box on the table. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry" he says, pulling me closer and placing a kiss on the crown of my head.

"You've been treating me like a princess this whole day and then you not only do that but then plan all of this as well? Even down to the smallest details" I say, pulling away from him and reaching back into the box to pull out the beautifully, intricately designed pure white masquerade mask.

"Well I did want to give you your own Cinderella Story for your birthday since I know it's your comfort movie. You do deserve this darling, and so much more" he say, wiping a stray tear off my cheek. "You even had us get breakfast at a diner this morning too" I chuckle and he does so right along with me.

"What's wrong with that? Sam worked at a dinner in the movie right?" he asks and I nod my head in confirmation. "I should've known something was up when I saw roller skates" I say, joining along in his laughter.

"You're just lucky I didn't try to get Hillary Duff over here to take your order" he teases poking me in the side which gains him a wack in the arm that he so dramatically responds to by faking a wince. "I would've preferred Jennifer Coolidge. She was so mean to Sam in that movie I would've loved to see her slip and fall in roller skates again" I wink and he continues laughing at my devious words.

"You know she's like 60 years old now right? She could fall and break her hip" he says and I wave him off. "She's 62, she's not that old. If you're talking like that about her then you better start counting your years grandpa" I say patting him twice on the same bicep I hit earlier.

"You're a little trouble maker you know you" he says, and tries to corner me. "Yes, yes I do. Don't get ahead of yourself though Daddy, we have company" I say, nodding towards the four who have been giving us a backing track to our nonsensical interaction.

"Careful Bunny, you shouldn't be throwing words like that out in the open. I'm not opposed to bending you over that little table" he threatens and I visibly gulp, having forgotten exactly who I'm dealing with. "You know" I squeak out before clearing my throat, "You know you still haven't asked me to dance" I say and he smirks and steps back, giving me some breathing room and grabs the mask.

"May I" he asks, holding it up so he can put it on me and I respond by turning my back to him so he can tie it. Once he's done his hands trail down my body and rest on my waist while he leans in and places some feather light kisses along my neck.

"Jungkook" I breathe out, trying but failing at adding a sterner tone to it. "Yes darling?" he asks, running his nose along the column of my neck. "A dance, just a dance" I say regrettably, lost in the feeling of him touching me like this but too embarrassed to let any of this go any further.

He sighs against my skin before placing one more kiss this time under my ear and then twirling me around before dipping me into a low heated kiss.

He stands back up and steadies me on my feet, still feeling a little woozy from the unexpected motion. He laughs and keeps a hold of my waist so I don't stumble before pulling me close and into that dance that I had mentioned.

"You still didn't ask me" I grumble and he chuckles before pulling away, doing exactly as Austin Ames had done with his princely bow. "May I have this dance?" he questions and I wait a moment as if contemplating it and when he cocks his brow at me I immediately take his hand and he whisks me off my feet and twirls us about the small space.

"Jungkook put me down!" I giggle and he slow his turns to a stop and places me back on my feet. "Are you trying to make me sick or something?" I ask in reference to all of the dipping and twirling and his casual efforts that just continue to take my breath away.

"Not unless it's lovesick" he chuckles, placing a kiss on my forever pouted lips and walking over to pull out my chair.

We continue the night with a candle lit dinner and his continued efforts to make me laugh and it's at that moment that I truly, with my entire heart hope that we will spend the rest of our lives together...

And maybe in the next one too if he's lucky.

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ryker-writes · 2 years ago

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If my last thought of my was too dark… this is nicer I promise 🙏.

Leona with younger sibling who’s treated similar to him. They also are told the same things… how they should be like the first born. But Leona noticed it. So he decided they should have someone to always be there. For anything they did he congratulated them. So you got 90 out of 100? That’s still great, good job kid. You want to try *insert new interest/hobby*? Go for it! If they need someone to talk to… he may not be the best at comforting but he’ll listen. Because of that he was there number 1, just like they were his and that’s all that mattered.

~💜~

Of course my darling 💜 anon! It's so rare that I get nice sibling relationship requests. I love this thank you for requesting it <3

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Leona as a sibling (Supportive relationship)

most would think that being a part of the Kingscholar family meant you got the best of everything

while that was partly true, it was also very wrong

when it came to most things, Falena got the best while you and Leona got whatever was left

since Leona was older than you, he always got first pick on whatever was left

but most times he didn't care and just let you have it or split it between the two of you

that was just the way things were

the oldest always got the most attention and the most love

Leona tried to avoid Falena as much as he could, so when you would spend time with the oldest, it would just be you two

Falena always tried to make sure the two of you had fun

he would always want to play together or show you a new game he learned about

he was teaching you about a game involving a bunch of chalk squares on the ground

basically you have to get through the squares, sometimes hopping on one foot, without falling

Falena gave you a nice and flawless demonstration before giving you your turn

the first few squares were fine

but then you got to two single squares in a row

once you reached the second square, you lost your balance and fell down

your knees roughly scraped against the ground and would surely start bleeding in a few moments

from behind you, you could hear some of the servants quietly snickering

they were whispering to each other about how clumsy you were compared to how perfectly Falena did it

Falena came running over to you to check on you, and you didn't want to play anymore

that was only the first time you noticed it happen

you started to notice it more after that

while walking through the halls you would hear servants comparing you and Leona to Falena

saying you guys weren't as smart or strong and you guys didn't carry the insanely friendly and cheerful energy

they would talk a lot about how they wished you were like Falena

because that would make you easier to deal with

and when it came to anything involving Falena, they would cheer him on, and only him

you understood why Leona avoided hanging out with Falena

of course, it wasn't Falena's fault he was born first

but that didn't stop the jealous feeling that built up inside you

one time, you were walking with Leona when you heard them talking about you again

you were trying not to react but you couldn't stop the frown

and when Leona turned to look at you, you avoided his gaze

he must've heard it too

one of his ears twitched as they continued talking

then Leona grabbed your arm and started dragging you away

little did you know, Leona had made a decision in his mind

you two were being treated the same, and no one was there to support either of you

so, he would be your support

if no one else did, then he would

Leona started to hang out with you more and play games with you like Falena did

but this time, things were better

whenever the servants would compare you two, Leona would end up losing or messing up somehow

not every time of course

he was trying to prove that neither of you was better than the other

and in return, you supported him

this system followed you two into Night Raven College

so even though you weren't being compared to Falena, you still supported each other in everything

no matter what score you got on your assignments, as long as it passed he was proud of you and congratulating you

you need help? not a problem he can help

he's proud of you for even being able to ask for help

if you ever need to talk about something or he even senses you're having a rough time, he's there

first he simply asks you what's wrong and he'll try to help any way he can

if you refuse to answer, he just silently stays by you and follows you around

he's pretty good and being able to tell what's wrong with little clues so he may find out eventually and try to help

generally he's willing to support anything you do

you've taken an interest in any specific club? he's going to encourage you to try it and may even introduce you to some of the club members

even if it's Malleus' gargoyle studies club

he'll still support you and encourage you to try it

but internally he wishes you had picked anything else

speaking of Malleus

while you two aren't being compared to Falena anymore, Leona would sometimes be compared to Malleus

and it's in these scenarios that you can really support him

so when he has Spelldrive games, you'll be there cheering him on from the crowd

he really appreciates it when you do especially if he's facing off against Malleus

if you want to become friends with Malleus...

he will still support you and reluctantly encourage you to try

even though Leona has a hatred for the guy, he's not going to let that get in the way of supporting you

it's safe to say that you were closer with Leona than you were with Falena

so while Falena may have been born first, Leona was your #1 brother

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader

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starsinmylatte · 1 year ago

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Hiiii I just recently discovered your blog and omg your writing is so good?? Damn I’m impressed

Idk if you’re taking requests, if not just take this as a general ask, but I’m obsessed with the idea of Silco and a reader who is like a mother to Jinx after I read that “soft” (i think that was the name?) fic… and I was wondering, how do you think it would get to that point? Surely it must’ve been hard for Silco to accept that this woman would just come into the last drop demanding to see his little devil of a daughter and taking care of her… enemies to lovers much? Anyway… just wanted to hear what are your thoughts in how they would come around to become a couple

Ooooh, thank you so much for reaching out, my darling anon!! I appreciate your sweet compliment so much. It made me smile so much during my crappy week 💜

I’d love to write a longer piece about this (and I absolutely will), so I’ll just leave you with a few thoughts for now!

Here's a link to the Soft fic mentioned in the ask! (it is absolutely NSFW, be warned) If you'd like to be added to my taglist for when I post the full thing, click here

Pairing: Silco x fem!reader

Warnings: None, really. This is SFW with the barest hint of suggestive content at the end

At some point, Silco realizes that he either needs to eliminate everyone from Jinx's past life or he needs to use them to connect with her. This strange, incredibly vexing woman is the strongest link to Jinx's past that she still has.

I'm sure that Jinx has a very hard time in the first few weeks after Silco's takeover. It's a struggle to get her to eat, bathe, and just generally take care of herself. She opens up to Silco some, but to his immense frustration that damned woman just keeps showing up and Jinx instantly calms for her.

Silco still has that choice to make. He can forbid the woman from returning (which she's very unlikely to agree to without force), outright get rid of her, or he can just accept her help and try to manage her involvement in Jinx's life.

I think Silco mulls it over quite a bit, especially when Jinx inevitably shuts him out, and he can't connect with her in any way. Killing the woman would be relatively simple, and maybe Jinx could move past the devastating loss, but he can't stop thinking about how his new daughter curls up in her arms.

Silco tells himself he's just being practical, and maybe he is, but the softness with which the woman holds Jinx is the first small chip in his armor towards her.

She does annoy the hell out of him, though, as the only person who can seemingly defy the most feared kingpin in the undercity. He also finds this more attractive than he'd care to admit, which makes him even more sour about the whole thing.

Meanwhile, the woman continues to just show up unannounced to The Last Drop. In an attempt to gain some form of control, Silco finally just snaps and tells her to come on two specific days of the week. Jinx cheers, the woman smiles at him, and Silco instantly realizes that was probably her plan all along. Damnit.

Continuing on with the soup idea from the fic, I think she and Jinx bake together a lot. Silco may have a hard time getting Jinx to eat at every other time, but the little girl absolutely devours anything the woman makes her.

She always leaves out a plate for Silco, which he doesn't eat after that first night. The first reason is because he's petty and still doesn't want to like the woman, and the second is because Jinx will eat the leftovers.

Sevika absolutely loves her, and so do the rest of Silco's staff because the woman has bribed gifted them all with homemade food. They all know her as a woman with a heart of gold who is fiercely protective of Jinx. She's not a threat Silco couldn't handle if he had to, but Sevika does derive some secret pleasure from how badly the incredibly lovely woman vexes her boss.

The first time Silco loses his temper at her in front of Jinx, the little girl cries, and the woman immediately brandishes a rolling pin at him. The sight makes Jinx break out into a small fit of giggles, and Silco just freezes and walks away, muttering under his breath.

Silco can't stop thinking about her, which frustrates him to no end. She's kind but will stand up to a drug kingpin with a fucking rolling pin, she loves his daughter like her own, and she's annoyingly good at cooking. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she stayed.....

I absolutely do think the more Silco realizes he actually likes the woman, the nastier he behaves towards her. He finds some way to rationalize it, but the truth is that he's trying to manufacture a reason to hate her.

I think it all comes to a breaking point one night after the woman puts Jinx to bed. Maybe the woman tries to make some gesture of goodwill towards Silco before she leaves, but he lashes out at her. It starts a yelling match between the two, and they start getting closer together as the argument grows more heated.......

And this is where I'll leave you ;)

#lyria responds #arcane silco #lol silco #silco arcane #silco imagine #silco #lyria rambles #arcane #silco x reader #silco x you #silco fanfic #arcane jinx #arcane netflix #zaun #arcane fic #arcane fanfic

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leakyweep · 1 year ago

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Doflamingo x gn!Reader - Patience

@kyuuin9in ; Morning, hope you’re doing better! It’s 💜 anon, decided to come off anon for the request. :D I’ve had this on my mind for a while; how would Doffy feel if he met someone who actually read him like an open book to the point where his s/o actively (but not verbally) tries to teach him healthier habits, such as handing him a glass of water instead of letting him reach for the bottle of wine after a nightmare, proving him with emotional support without outright asking him about it and not expecting him to tell her about it. But also being basically attached to the hip to him and just doing things for him without him asking her to. He’s thinking about getting some salt? Well, would you look at that his s/o already passed it to him. (I also think his s/o wouldn’t like Trebol too much cause he’s an active enabler of Doffy’s bad habits 💀💀)

A/N ; Thank you for this lovely request! Writing Doffy being soft is so fun and challenging, so I hope you enjoy <3

Words ; 0.8k

Warnings ; None, just pure fluff. Although this fic is sfw, my blog is not. Minors, you are not welcome on my blog. Thank you.

Being with Doflamingo was a full time job. It didn’t matter that you lived under his income, under the roof of his stone palace, in his pink satin sheets. You helped out the servants in your free time, making up for the harsh side Doffy always showed the helpful staff. You stood in the kitchen, cutting vegetables, preparing lettuce, learning how long to cook meat to the exact temperature the master enjoyed. You found the servants to be quite pleasant; and while your husband was off in some meeting, you got to know his underlings, smiling and listening to their interesting stories and anecdotes.

At the end of the day, when changing into your silk pajamas in front of your beloved, he asked you why in the hell you spent your days folding laundry with his servants, thanking them at the dinner table, tucking them in and telling them about the days you spent on the sea when you would join him on his expeditions – and your answer was simple.

“They’re people too.”

This made him… think. In his office, in bed, with the other members of the royal family. Of course, your least favorite cohort, Trebol, had many negative things to say about your kindness. He found it pathetic, trying his best to convince Doffy you were his weakest link, that your emotions were too strong. Of course, this made your love see red, grabbing his closest commander by the collar to tell him never to speak about you that way. Although your heart swelled, it discouraged you from being around Trebol for long bouts of time.

One particular night, you had joined him in bed later than usual, too caught up in your screaming thoughts as loud as a freight train in your ears. Sitting in the plush armchair Doffy had gifted you for a birthday in the past, you watched the moon slowly ascend into its place in the dark sky, trying your best to focus on all the good things in your life, the most prominent being the large, snoring figure just feet behind you, sleeping wistfully beneath his heavy comforter. This was short lived, though, when he was snapped awake by a harsh nightmare, his breaths ragged and uneven.

You turned from your seat to ask him what was wrong, but before you could, his large hand reached for the bottle of red wine on his bedside table. You frowned at him and when his golden eyes met yours, you shook your head.

“Darling, let me put that away for you. I’ll grab you some water.” Your footsteps were soft against the carpet as you took the bottle before he could argue. You disappeared to the kitchen to grab a glass of cold water for him as he pouted like a little boy who got his toy taken away. His expression upon rearrival made you chuckle gently while handing him the glass. With a roll of his eyes a mumble of gratitude, he took the glass and sipped. He fell back asleep in your arms that night, your manicured nails gliding through his blonde locks to calm him back to his dreamland.

Over time, you began to learn small habits to change for his well being – wine was forever replaced with water on his bedside table, you found yourself passing him things before he could ask at the dinner table, learning his triggers to help him calm himself when he was tested, being his kind ambassador when going to the town to enjoy the nightlife. You wouldn’t change it for the world, you thought. You loved this man – and you realized that while he was ruthless, powerful, and malicious, he also had feelings, and he just needed a little help dealing with them in a self-sustaining way.

Doffy’s heart had grown a few sizes since meeting you, or so he was convinced. The way you were kind to every living creature, how you spoke to children and laughed at their terrible jokes in the streets of Dressrosa, your calming tone as he felt those tendrils of anger threaten to choke him and devour him whole and completely dissipate at the sound of your voice – it all drew him closer to you, wanting to smother himself in the absolutely pure and selfless aura that radiated from your smooth skin. Hearing your laugh after a long day of work and dealing with absolute imbeciles was like medicine. Making love to you was like nothing he had felt before. All these things combined into one, and Doffy was marrying you within the next year.

You were thankful for him, just as he was for you. And you knew as you grew old together, he would change, and he would grow, and that he just needed time.

You were willing to be patient with him until the end of time.

#doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x you #donquixote doflamingo #one piece #op #doffy #liv writes #fanfic #just a q

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cloudyyoimiya · 2 years ago

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hi there, hope you’re doing well! i just read your scenario with yandere ranpo and a darling in danger and i am OBSESSED!! 💜 the dynamic is so freaking good, my favorite bit is when darling asks about the candy being drugged, i feel like it did so much to build up their past relationship and pique my interest. the way that ranpo’s darling was so resigned to their fate was heartbreaking but so well written, i love how much it implies about darling’s experience in captivity while also leaving so much up to the imagination. i have to say i was so thoroughly intrigued by the open ending! the idea that ranpo’s darling defeatedly agrees to go back to their prison, but also clearly still hates it and has simply lost all hope of ever escaping, and is now beginning to give in for the sake of making their miserable life easier..it has infected my brain man (/pos)!! so i saw that your requests were open in your bio and i was like i simply have to ask: would you be willing to write a continuation to that scenario that shows what it is like when ranpo brings his darling back to his home (prison)?

i’ve also written fanfic in the past, so i totally understand if it’s a situation where you had the inspo for the blurb but not really any ideas for past that! so, no pressure to write, but if you would possibly like a further prompt, the idea that i was picturing is a depressing fic where darling is giving in more and more to ranpo because they’re too tired of all of the punishments and they just want their life in captivity to be easier since they know they can’t ever escape him..but if you do decide to write, feel free to write whatever you feel like! Thank you, have a great night! 💜

AUGH thank you for your kind words, anon! they truly mean a lot! i showed this to my friend bc it made me so happy, i hope you don’t mind!! i was having a bad day when i first read your kind words so it cheered me up a lot LMDBF. anyways, here you go! i had fun writing and thinking about what would happen

Coming Back Home; Ranpo Edogawa

Format: Headcanons and scenario

Possible warnings: Yandere content, dark themes, discussion of kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of injuries

Disclaimer: This is a continuation of Ranpos part of this fic! I recommend you read it first!

When you were cleared to finally go home by Yosano, you felt as if you wanted to die. You’d be dragged back to your eternal prison by some man-child that claimed to love you like no other.

You knew what he was capable of, and he’d constantly remind you of it. He’d always tell you that he could frame you for the murder of people you hold dear. He’d make sure that you’d go to prison. The only way for him to prove your innocence and get you out of prison was to stay by his side. Though, all of this is a what if…

He’d make sure that you were his, even if it meant tampering with your criminal record.

Escaping while walking back was out of the question because of this.

When the both of you go returned ‘home’, you were more submissive than usual. You didn’t like it one bit, but it was your only choice at this point. You knew that he’d become more protective over this incident. He doesn’t want you to get kidnapped again…

If you even tried to defy him then things would turn out for the worst.

It was terrible.

If you started to comply more, then maybe he wouldn’t keep you in that one single room anymore. Maybe he’d be slightly kinder…

Don’t get me wrong, he was really “nice” to you even before you got kidnapped by that gang. He made sure that all your needs were met, it’s just the mental blockage of him forcibly taking you from your home that stopped you from returning his “kindness.”

Scenario…

The walk “home” was filled with a deafening silence. You could barely think straight as you walked throughout Yokohama. Your mind kept scattering to when you were first kidnapped by that gang—how they beaten and bruised you. Your body still ached from the beatings despite Yosano using “Thou Shalt Not Die” on you. It hurt to walk. It hurt to breathe. It was suffocating. You hated it.

Ranpo opened the front door to your shared “home” and motioned for you to enter. You reluctantly did so, not wanting to somehow manage to anger him by your hesitance.

You sat down on the nearest couch and stared at your lap. Your pants had several cuts in them, so it was clear that you would need new ones sooner or later. It was unfortunate because they were your favorite pair too! They provided you comfort when you so desperately needed it.

“Are you alright?” Ranpo asked as he sat next to you. “You seem sad.”

You bit your tongue, not wanting to say something that you would regret. “I’m fine, Ranpo.”

Ranpo took out a lollipop from his pocket and unwrapped it. He then plopped it in his mouth and hummed in approval. It was his favorite flavor.

“You don’t seem fine,” he said, the lollipop still in his mouth. “Talk to me.”

“Ranpo I told you I’m fine,” you said back.

You didn’t want him to see your weakness, but you already knew that he saw through you. He was the greatest detective out there, and that’s what scared you. He knew everything about you just by one glance. It made chills slowly creep up your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Someone is lying to me!~” He spoke rather childishly. “(Name), I told you how I feel about liars.”

You tensed up at his words. When he first took you in captive he told you that he’d punish you if you ever lied to him. At first you didn’t believe him at all, but you ended up finding out the hard way that he was indeed speaking the truth. You still remember the day where he refused to feed you because you lied about something that was happening at work. You felt nauseous from the lack of food in your stomach at the time

“Fine. I’m just shaken up is all, alright? Nothing bad.”

Ranpo squinted at you for one moment, trying to see if what you said was the truth. He then nodded to himself then went to hug you.

“Oh my (Name), you’re gonna be okay! Well, you’ll be okay as long as you love me! You do love me, right?”

“I do love you,” you said. You knew that you didn’t mean your words—you never have. You only said it to appease your captor.

Ranpo hugged you tighter. He knew that you didn’t mean your words one bit, but he still accepted them. He knew that one day you’d eventually come around to his affections. That day may not come any time soon, but he’s willing to wait. He’s willing to wait only for you.

You slowly hugged him back, not wanting him to give you any lip about not returning the sign of love. In a gross way it felt strangely comforting, but yet at the same time it felt suffocating. It almost made your skin crawl.

“That’s so good to hear!” He said happily. “Anyways, what do you want for dinner, hm? I’ll order something! You deserve to be pampered after almost dying!”

“Uhm… How about your favorite? I want you to be happy,” you lied through your teeth.

You had to be considerate of his feelings. Otherwise he’d punish you.

“That sounds good,” he hummed.

Ranpo pulled out his phone and he started to order the food. Eventually he looked up at you and gave you a lazy kind smile.

“Go change your clothes.”

You nodded as you stood up. You then went into your bedroom and picked out Ranpos’ favorite outfit of yours. You stripped down and put on the outfit, then walked back out of the room. The outfit wasn’t sexual at all, but it still made you feel uncomfortable.

You sat down next to him and he leaned his head on your shoulder. “The food should be here soon, darling.”

“Alright.”

He wrapped his arms around you delicately. You’ve been so good ever since you returned home with him, and he knew that you were sore, so he decided not to put more stress on your body.

“I love you so much. Promise not to leave me, alright?”

#yandere #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere ranpo #ranpo edogawa #edogawa ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd season 4 #bsd s4 #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs ranpo #ranpo bsd #ranpo edogawa x reader

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hide-in-imagination · 2 years ago

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Taylor swift X Simbar

Song recommendation that sound like simbar?

Oooh baby, you've come to the right place. *cracks knuckles* Actually, I have a Spotify playlist for Simbar that includes many Taylor songs.

The Archer: Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay? / All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put me together again, 'cause all of my enemies started out friends, help me hold on to you / They see right through me, do you see right through me? I see right through me. Basically, I feel like this would be Ámbar during season 2, right at her worse moment and wondering if it would be okay to hang on to Simón.

King of my heart: The beginning of Simbar. Almost all the lyrics apply, but I'll put some here: I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone, we met some weeks ago, now you try on calling me 'baby' like trying on clothes / 'Cause all the boys in their expensive cars and their range rovers and the jaguars never took me quite where you do / AND ALL AT ONCE YOU ARE THE ONE I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR, KING OF MY HEART, BODY AND SOUL / IS THIS THE END OF ALL THE ENDINGS? MY BROKEN BONES ARE MENDING WITH ALL THESE NIGHTS WE'RE SPENDING / SAY YOU FANCY ME NOT FANCY STUFF, BABY ALL AT ONCE THIS IS ENOUGH

(BASICALLY THE ENTIRETY OF REPUTATION IS SIMBAR CODED, OKAY? I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN. REPUTATION IS ÁMBAR'S ALBUM)

This is just a feeling, but I love to associate Today Was a Fairy Tale to right after their first date <3 My babies were so happy that day🥹 ❤️(WHY DIDN'T IT LAST, GOD DAMN IT😭)

THE ULTIMATE SIMBAR SONG AND I WILL FIGHT WHOEVER SAYS OTHERWISE IS 'CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT'

They took the crown but it's all right / all the liars are calling me one, nobody's heard from me for months, I'M DOING BETTER THAN I EVER WAS / cause my baby's fit like a daydream, walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to, so call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to / ALL MY FLOWERS GREW BACK AS THORNS, WINDOWS BOARDED UP AFTER THE STORM, HE BUILT A FIRE JUST TO KEEP ME WARM❤️❤️ / and I know I make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, I never learn, AT LEAST I DID ONE THING RIGHT. I DID ONE THING RIGHT / I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers, trust him like a brother, yeah you know I did one thing right (This line literally inspired chapter 22 of Roads That Cross) / starry eyes sparkling up my darkest nights

Long Story Short: I fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole, long story short it was a bad time, pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips, long story short it was the wrong guy (Benicio), now I'm all about you <3 / When I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door / No more keeping score now I just keep you warm / Past me, I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things, and he's passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky, and he feels like home, if the shoe fits walk in it everywhere you go.

Snow on the Beach (the beginning of their story) / Sweet Nothing (post canon) / The Great War (The entirety of season 3 basically ksdjnf. 'You drew up some good faith treaties, I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone, you said I had to trust more freely...')

Hope you liked this, anon! 💜

#simbar #anon #answered

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maisonbelligavi · 10 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/maisonbelligavi/740974975220137984/you-know-in-the-very-beginning-judes-ass-is?source=share

Hi! I'm the anon who sent this prompt! Sorry I haven't read it until know, I haven't been on tumblr for a few days bc of exams 😭😭 I just caught up to it and it's perfect <3 your writing style really is amazing and I really liked the detail of gavi's coach knowing what was up 😏 and gavi being too nervous to properly talk to jude, that seems so in character for him

thank you so much for writing it it made my week ❤️ truly, it was beautiful

sorry I can't say it off anon, I'm too shy, and sorry it took so long for me to say anything <3

Hi darling! I hope you're doing well and exams hasn't completely drained you, I know how it can be sometimes.

It's fine that you can't say it off anon, truly. I just made a wrong assumption out of something that was a coincidence.

This whole anon thing will take some getting used to on my part. That said, I'm truly glad you enjoyed what I did with the prompt, and yeah, Gavi being too nervous to the point of icing Jude definitely seems in character for him.

Don't hesitate to drop by even if it's to rant about something random or leave another prompt, my ask box is always open.

Have a lovely day/night 🤗🤗💜

#ask #my fics #hi there nice anon #thanks for dropping by

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gojosattoru · 2 years ago

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aww elena thank you for all your love and support dear! this made me smile you're so cute darling ^^ i will keep a clear mind and do my best hehe thank you! love you loads too sweetie! hope you are doing well <333 wish you a great day/night <333

#reply #lovely messages #itoshisae #friends

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specialagentlokitty · 11 months ago

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Patrick Jane x reader - never stay mad

I was wondering if u could write about reader being mad at Patrick jane. She won’t talk to him and he’s constantly trying to figure out what he did and then she tells him (you can pick). Thank you and if you can’t that is totally fine. I hope you are having a good day/night - Anon💜

Jane watched as you walked back to your desk, picking up the neatly wrapped back and you looked at him.

He grinned a little, waving across the room and watched as you set it back and walked away.

“Seriously? She loves presents..” he huffed.

“Yeah, when she isn’t mad at the person giving them Jane.” Grace laughed.

Jane huffed, walking for the hallway to where you had gone, and he checked his watch before jogging down the stairs.

If you were in the office you always took your lunch around the same time each day, and he knew exactly where to find you.

Heading to the nearby cafe, he walked in and stood next to you at the counter.

“Could she also have a tea and one of those little sandwiches you make please?”

You glanced at him, rolling your eyes at him.

Reaching into his pocket, you pulled out his wallet, taking his bank card you paid for everything and took his wallet over to a table.

You knew you weren’t going to get rid of him, so at least you could make the meal worthwhile and make it free while you were at it.

Sitting down, you waved the wallet in the air and he took it back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he sat down in front of you.

Jane placed his chin on his hand, and he smiled softly at you.

“Come on darling, speak to me. Say something.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I know you can’t stay mad at me forever.”

He smiled softly, and you turned away from him, trying not to look at him.

Jane had one of those smiles that were infectious, if he smiled you just wanted to smile as well.

He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers and you huffed, giving your hand to him and he beamed brightly as he held it.

“See, you’re not angry enough to refuse holding my hand. You’ll always hold my hand, I know that. I just want to know why you’re angry with me darling, if I did something I can fix it if you tell me what.”

You let go of his hand when your food and drink arrived, and you focused on having lunch.

“Are you still coming for dinner later?”

Standing up, you picked up your cup and you finished your coffee.

Walking past you flicked his forehead.

“Come on (Y/N)! That’s not nice!” He called.

Heading back to the office, you waited for the moment the clock hit the right time, and you made your way home.

Of course, Jane was already there, sitting on your couch as he read from his book, waiting for you.

You tossed your stuff aside, walking over you dropped yourself down next to him and he shuffled about.

Laying down, he rested his head in your lap and looked up at you.

“Do you want me to cook something, or would you like takeout?”

You held up two fingers, and he chuckled.

“Come on, stop ignoring me. I love you.”

Jane reached up, running his fingers along your cheek.

“I love you.” He said quietly.

You looked down at him and you sighed heavily, you just couldn’t stay mad at him for all that long.

That grin, those eyes, that little mischievous look he held.

“You cheated on me…”

His eyes shot up and he quickly sat up, nearly head butting you.

“What?! I never!”

“In my dream…”

He blinked, looking at you and he gently turned your head so you could look at him.

“You’re angry with me… because I cheated on you… in a dream…?”

You nodded.

Jane laughed softly, leaning forward he placed his forehead against yours.

“I would never cheat on you, in real life of a dream…”

He leant forward, softly kissing you and you smiled, kissing him back.

You brought your hands up and placed them around his shoulders, running your hands through the back of his hair before you pulled away.

“So my wonderful girlfriend has been ignoring me over a dream?”

“Yeah…”

He laughed softly, and he placed his head on your shoulder, resting himself against you and you smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

“Well, it’s just as well I love you then isn’t it? Otherwise I would be walking out that door.”

“You wouldn’t, you couldn’t.”

He chuckled.

“I know, but seriously darling, you should’ve just told me.”

“I know…”

Leaning down, you kissed the top of his head and he smiled proudly to himself.

He knew it wouldn’t take one for you to open up to him, he also knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him either but sometimes it was just funny for him to annoy you when you were mad.

You would always hug him after, and he liked the moment, being wrapped in your arms

#the mentalist imagine #the mentalist #the mentalist x reader #the mentalist x you #Patrick Jane #Patrick Jane x reader #Patrick Jane x you #Patrick Jane imagine

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Hello darlings! It has been: 215 since Moon Knight came out and 180 days since the end of Moon Knight

Bundle of sunshine and rainbows. When I see you pop up the world is softer and gentle. Your joy in this fandom is so welcome and warms the heart. A darling through and through, I love the way you have with words.

Thank you for being you and I hope you have a soft day!

Hello again beloved mk anon🥰🥰

I genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, cannot wrap my mind around the fact it's been that many days. Someone needs to explain it to me like I'm 5 because that can't possibly be how time works, there's no way!! Anyway, gonna go freak out about this now ahdjfkf

And this ask right here? It made my night last night💜💜 You are honestly so kind, you're like this glue that keeps us all together and I love it. Your words always mean a lot to me, so thank you🥺🥺 Truly, I hope you have the best night/day!!

#moon knight #beloved mk anon <3 #there is something so deeply freeing in someone telling you to keep being yourself and i am completely looking tok much into this but hey #its precious and its soft and so what if i needed to hear it #i wanna thank you right back anon please keep being you and spreading the love it really makes a difference :)

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sweeethinny · 3 years ago

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sirius/hestia. sirius: you're really beautiful

hestia: that's a very lazy adjective to describe me

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hello anon, thank you very much I wasn't going to post it, but I thought it was a great match to your ask and I really liked it to be hidden in my docs.

Inspired by Taylor's Lover album.

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London Boy

Hestia loved her hometown. It was where she grew up and where there was everything she already knew.

But there was something about England that shone brighter than the Statue of Liberty and Time Square combined.

Not something. Somebody.

That man with the long black hair, the cheeky smile and such a heavy British accent that sometimes Hestia didn't quite understand him, but she nodded just because he was the one talking, and she would agree to walk through hell as long as he held her hand.

She learned about rugby, went to English bars, walked around London and saw everything a Londoner thought was best in the city.

And fuck, she loved England.

She loved because there was him.

There was him telling her that she had a beautiful smile and that he thought her accent adorable, running his hand through her hair and whispering that she was his queen. So sticky that Hestia could feel her diabetes reaching the sky.

She even loved the gray skies, the rainy weather that prevented her from wearing her high-heeled boots and the sassy skirts she wore in California when they traveled there.

He said that was the only thing the United States had in England's advantage: her.

"So corny," she whispered, sitting next to him at the bar, with all of his friends there. Feeling at home with his arms around her shoulders.

Hestia smiled, feeling perfectly happy, biting her lip to keep from looking so crazy in love for him.

"Yes," he admitted, murmuring that husky accent in her ear, his warm breath touching her cheek, and then her lips in a quick kiss. ''You're really beautiful,''

"That's a lazy adjective to describe me, Black, but that's okay," He chuckled, that wonderful sound that made the trip to England worthwhile.

He was everything she asked for and more. He laughed at her bad jokes, said he'd keep his dirty jokes just for her, took her out and home, held her hand whenever they were together, said romantic things without her even asking, made her laugh and listened to her compositions as if Hestia were composing Beethoven's next work. He introduced her to his friends the first week, calling her his girlfriend long before she thought about what exactly they were.

She loved it all.

“Sirius? I think I fancy you,” Hestia muttered later that night, the two of them lying tiredly on the bed, their bodies sweaty and their breathing hard. Hestia laced her fingers through his, smiling at Sirius from ear to ear. He laughed, denying it and looking at her like she was everything.

‘’I fancy you too, darling.’’

#my fic #sirius x hestia #sirius black headcanon #sirius black #hestia jones

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cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness · 3 years ago

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teeth of the hydra - part II

For the anon who requested "5. Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss "

Part 2 of my Geraskier 70s Mob AU. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Following the events of that night, Jaskier learned two things. First, watching someone fight a ghost with a sword was hot. Geralt had also been using these not-spells to keep it in place and have it materialise - and that thing was ugly. Second, he needed to know more about KH and how witchers came to be gangsters. He might've lied a tiny bit when he said he'd been taught about witchers. Truth was he'd done most of the research by himself in the university's vast library, and it didn't give him all the answers he'd sought.

Third, he had a crush. Okay, so that wasn't two things. Jaskier was bad at planning and at math. He especially hadn't planned on speaking with one of his bosses once and have his heart taken by him, but here they were.

It wasn't like he'd had many encounters with the witcher that could explain it either. After their initial encounter and that very interesting night, Jaskier hadn't seen Geralt at the bar since. He was working part-time to make time for his gigs, and he actually played at the bar every once in a while when Eskel could fit him in the schedule. It was an opportunity for him to play his less conventional songs to an audience, which were usually well-received.

This was such night. He was in the middle of his gig, the crowd seemed to soak up the emotions evoked by this songs, it was going great from his perspective. He had the good idea of wearing a sheer shirt artfully unbuttoned that gave a view of his chest when he sat to play his guitar and sing a slower song, his last one for the night. He sometimes had Priscilla play with him this one but tonight he was alone on the stage. He felt comfortable here, oddly safe.

Sleep now, oh, she pleads

You’re not a coward cos you cower

You’re brave because they broke you

Yet broken still you breathe

So breathe, breathe just breathe

The crowd roared with praise and applause once the song was over, and pride bloomed in his chest. He bowed and grinned, and that's when he met a certain golden stare. Geralt was standing behind the bar with Yennefer and both were watching his way. Yennefer smiled at Jaskier, but Geralt turned away towards a customer.

"That was a wonderful performance," a patron approached him as he stepped down the stage, still wiping his tears, and Jaskier spent almost half an hour talking with people about his songs before he had to excuse himself, throat absolutely parched. Geralt was still at the bar counter, looking unfairly, effortlessly gorgeous, and now Jaskier was glad he followed Yennefer's advice of keeping a deep decolleté, his ring and golden tuning fork attached to his necklace gently swinging against his sternum with every step. It helped to cool down as well, the back of his shirt uncomfortably stuck to his back.

Few customers were accosted at the bar, which Jaskier took advantage of. He perched himself on a stool.

"This feels weird, being on this side," he said to Yennefer as a greeting.

"You look fine from my perspective," she said with a wink.

"Fine? Come on, I look more than fine," Jaskier protested. Geralt came towards them, wiping a glass.

"Very dashing, hun, and talented," a woman told him, installed on the stool next to his. "Let me buy you a drink, for that beautiful performance."

"Oh, how nice of you. I'm never one to refuse a free drink."

"Don't worry about it, it's on the house," Geralt said, his voice oddly firm. When Jaskier turned back to him, he was glaring at the woman who rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, lover boy. I'm not into men, no need to get jealous."

Awkward. Geralt started preparing a cocktail, Jaskier quick to realise it was what he usually drank, a Cherry Bourbon Smash, when he picked up the maple syrup. "It's nothing of the sort, darling. I work here when I'm not singing," he explained to the woman who made a noncommittal noise with a raised brow, silently telling him are you sure about that?

"Here." Geralt slid the drink to him.

"Aww, you even put extra cherries. Thank you, Geralt." He took a long sip. "How do you know my favourite drink anyway?"

Beside him, the woman tried to hide his giggle in a cough.

"I know everyone's."

"What's mine then?" Yennefer asked with a smirk. She truly looked majestic tonight, with a fitted black power shoulder blazer dress, her own cleavage glowing under the low lights.

"Black Magic, or a dark, bitter beer," Geralt said, his voice so low it almost sounded like a growl. Yennefer didn't look impressed.

"Only because you've known me for years."

Jaskier watched the exchange with interest, popping one of the decorative cherries in his mouth and sucking the juice out before chewing it. He was unashamedly licking the sugar from the rim when Geralt happened to look back his way. His face shifted into what was unmistakably interest, his eyes following the movement of his tongue. Jaskier smiled as the sugar made a crunchy noise between his teeth and melted on his tongue.

Unfortunately a new group of customers called for the bartenders' attention. It gave him the opportunity to observe around his fellow queer people and to steal glances at Geralt's loveliness.

"My friend's arrived, hun. Have fun with that one, but be careful." The woman got to her feet. "The KM gang has a bad reputation. Unless bad boys are your type."

"I'm realising it might be," Jaskier laughed.

He stayed for far longer than he expected to. He didn't know Geralt was there, or that he'd ask him to stay longer so they could talk. Jaskier hoped they'd talk a lot. He'd been watching his hands at work, he knew how talented they were.

Once the atmosphere inside started to lull, Geralt gestured at Jaskier to follow him, which he did with a bounce after waving at Yennefer. They went in the employee only area, up the stairs to the office overlooking the bar. Jaskier had never been in here. It wasn't as decorated in here as downstairs, almost sober-looking minus the picture frames on the wall by the desk. Jaskier recognised most of the employees from the bar, but other photos featured Lambert with a handsome fellow, his boyfriend that Jaskier had met once, and Yennefer with a woman just as beautiful and scary as Yennefer herself. Geralt only featured on one of them, and he appeared exasperated by the woman with white hair who was hugging him from behind with a wide grin.

"Is that your daughter?" He asked, smiling. Geralt looked at the photo and his face softened.

"Yes, that's Ciri."

"I think I've seen her before. She does deliveries sometimes, right?"

"When she's around and available." Geralt grabbed a bottle from the shelf beside the desk along with two tumblers and poured them a healthy serving of what smelled like vodka. He downed his in one go but Jaskier nursed his, sitting on the edge of the desk while Geralt sat down in the office chair. He hadn't eaten in a while and was starting to get hungry, he didn't want to get shit-faced in front of his crush.

"So, you wanted to discuss something?"

"I do." Geralt cleared his throat, fiddling with papers on his desk. He seemed uncomfortable. No, Jaskier realised, he was flustered. Well, the evening was turning more and more interesting. Jaskier let him gather his thoughts, happy to take in the sight of him in the meantime.

"Have you been disturbed by more monsters at your apartment recently?" Geralt finally asked, and Jaskier knew that wasn't what he'd brought him up for. He'd humour him for the moment.

"No, it's been peaceful ever since your visit. Unless my upstairs' neighbour is a troll of some kind with how heavy their footsteps are. Can they glamour?"

"They can't. Trolls don't like to live in cities, they prefer quiet places with less humans." Geralt tilted his head as he considered him. "How do you know about glamour?"

Jaskier shrugged, his hand unconsciously tightening on his glass before he relaxed it. "Same way than I know about witchers, I read about it."

"Mm."

"Anyway, that's not why we're here." Jaskier gave him a look through his lashes, putting aside his glass and sliding his butt closer to Geralt, who didn't move but was watching him with interest. Jaskier put his hand on his forearm. "Did I read this wrong?"

Geralt turned his wrist and tugged on Jaskier's to have him sit on his lap. Jaskier bit his lip at the feel of those thick, strong thighs pressed against his, and he leaned further in Geralt's space. "I don't usually act this forward with my employees," Geralt said, his big hands warm against the small of his back.

"Nor I with my employers, but I like you," Jaskier replied with a lazy smile. Geralt closed the distance between their mouths and kissed him softly, with hesitation. Like Jaskier wasn't sprawled half on top of him, throwing himself in his arms. This wouldn't do. Geralt meant to pull away but he chased his face to capture his lips again, a small whine caught in the back of his throat. He was very nice to kiss, responsive and eager past the initial carefulness. Jaskier threaded his fingers in the shorter hair at the back of Geralt's head, moaning at Geralt's tongue licking behind his teeth. He sucked on his bottom lip until Geralt groaned and his hands slipped under the hem of his shirt to caress his skin, his touch reverent.

Although Jaskier very much wanted to have his wicked way with the witcher, their workplace probably wasn't a good idea for this to happen. He kept his hands above the belt, tracing Geralt's ribs and stroking the strong muscles of his shoulders and arms. Geralt's mouth left his to press delicate kisses along his jawline and down his neck, taking deep breaths.

"Do I smell good?" Jaskier softly inquired, his breath hitching at the brief feeling of Geralt's tongue over his pulse point. He licked him delicately once, then twice, as if he couldn't help himself.

"So good," Geralt rumbled, nosing the damp patch of skin he'd just touched. Jaskier slid his fingers in his hair, brushing it away from his face so he could see his content look.

"We should probably discuss this, shouldn't we?" Jaskier said, kissing his face wherever he could reach. Geralt straightened up, although he kept his arms looped around Jaskier's waist, not that Jaskier wanted to be anywhere else right this moment.

"We should. I, um... I seem to have a hard time concentrating right now."

Jaskier laughed, warmth settling in his bones. He kissed him again and Geralt tucked him closer as he kissed him back, and it was another minute before they pulled apart, because whenever one meant to pull back, the other reached back for more.

Jaskier forced himself to get off Geralt's lap and took a few steps in the room, breathing shakily and trying to calm down his erratic heart. "Not that I don't enjoy this type of conversation, I need to tell you, before we delve deeper, if that's something you want... I don't want something casual with you, and although you're gorgeous and I'd love to dent a mattress with you, my heart is weak and won't take being played with. I need to know your intentions."

Geralt got to his feet but remained on his side of the desk. His mouth was red and kiss-swollen, Jaskier could barely keep his eyes off it as he spoke. "I've lived a long life, Jaskier. I don't view s*x like I used to. I don't engage with people I don't like first, and I rarely like people. But... I haven't been able to keep you out of my mind."

Jaskier had a small pleased smile. "I'm glad. I'm hungry, and I'm sure you are too. How about I treat us to the greasy food of the joint across the street, and we can talk some more over there?"

Geralt nodded, his eyes soft. "Alright. Let me tell Yen, and then we can go."

You can find all my tumblr prompts on AO3 over here. I usually post them a day or two after I publish them here.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher #my writing #tried to repost for the post to show in the tag but that was a second fail #not sure what i'm doing wrong

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