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Including Sunlight

When Skies Are Gray, Chapter 4

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pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

summary: Frank’s life has reached a crossroads: he can either continue to seclude himself and pursue a dark, lonely future, or he can open himself up to connecting with someone again and maybe achieve happiness. Being the grump that he is, Frank has already committed to the lonely path, but his curious new neighbor might just turn that around.

warnings: swearing, fluff, Frank having unhealthy coping mechanisms

a/n: I'm so sorry that this update is late, everyone! I've had a wacky month and it has completely thrown me off. Huge shout out to @xxdrixx for reminding me (again XD) to post what I'd written, and to my loves @madschiavelique and @gracethyomen for helping me plot the upcoming angst arc!!!

w/c: 5.9k

You hadn’t known Frank for very long, but that didn’t stop him from becoming a necessary fixture in your life. Needing Frank was similar to needing light, or fresh air. Sure, you could go without it for a bit, but it would drastically reduce the quality of your life.

Two days into his “business trip” (which you assumed was a cover for some illegal shenanigans because what sort of freelance construction worker has business trips), you were missing Frank something awful, and it seemed like Max was too. Though you’d tried your best to stick to the existing routine Frank had explained to you, the dog would get mopey in the evenings, laying his head on your lap with a dramatic sigh as he stared longingly towards the door.

Frank hadn’t so much as sent an emoji since his departure, a fact that highlighted his already glaring absence. You had no idea if he was even alive, but you refused to go down that path knowing you’d never make it out of that endless anxiety spiral. Hoping not to bother him while he was away, you’d refrained from reaching out. Until Max’s heavy sighs were too much for you to bear.

“I’ll see what I can do, buddy.” You promised, pulling out your phone and taking a picture of his pouting face.

Sending Max’s sulking portrait off to your stoic neighbor, you included a message.

You: I think he misses you. Hope you made it safely. ❤️

You were about to set your phone down, not expecting him to respond, but your phone buzzed immediately.

Frank: Sorry, bud. He behaving for you?

You: He’s being a perfect gentleman. Please come back to us in one piece.

Frank: Cross my heart.

Smiling at the fluttery sensation in your chest, you set your phone down and resumed petting the pitbull taking up residence on your lap.

Come back to us. A poor imitation of your melodic voice played throughout his brain on a loop as he got settled in the motel and began recon. It had been hours since you’d texted him and Frank couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not that he could ever stop thinking of you; the only thing that had kept him going through the bland, cross-state drive was the knowledge that he had you to return to.

And didn’t that terrify him. The knowledge that he had forged a connection valuable enough to anchor him on bad days should have triggered his factory reset. Cut all ties, change home and job, never look back. But you made him weak–sapping the resolve out of him with your doe eyes and intoxicating personality. He’d never be able to leave you like that, even if his proximity to you would get you killed.

Gritting his teeth, he began disassembling his rifle for the umpteenth time, hoping the familiar rhythm would provide an opportunity for his mind to claw its way out of the paranoid spiral it was currently parachuting down. Because it would do him no good to imagine the ways this could all fall apart. The high that your genuine care ignited in him was a hard one to shake, and he craved your affection more than any drug.

Frank was no stranger to being forgotten, hell, most days he wished for it. Disappearing into the shadows made his work easier and it had helped him prevent situations like this, like you, in the past. Yet here he was, three states away, feeling desired and significant because of four little sentences of fucking text. You were a goddamn miracle.

Placing the final piece of his weapon back into its place, he drew his hands towards himself, examining them. Given the nature of his work, both legal and less than, the skin was rough and littered with impressive callouses. Streaks of gun oil, dirt, and general grime lingered on the pads of his fingers and under his nails, a testament to the indelicacy of his job. How could he allow himself to touch you with these hands?

How could the universe allow him to indulge in something so pure, after what he’d done?

He’d given you his name, his real one, but there was no way you knew the extent of his crimes against the people in your city–if you did, you’d surely never speak to him again. Before meeting you, he’d never questioned his choices. Wiping the murderous, sex-trafficking and drug-dealing scum from the face of the Earth was his purpose, and he lived it with pride. Pulling the trigger, releasing bullet after bullet into the chest of some criminal douchebag, it was the only reason he had the energy to keep going after the loss of his family.

But the violence, that he’d made peace with, it separated him from the rest of society, kept him from forming attachments with people as delicate as you. Not to mention, you valued an honesty he couldn’t provide, and a stable relationship would require it…not that he was intending on pursuing that with you. Right?

Sighing wearily, he pinched the bridge of his nose, heart pummeling his ribcage. You deserved to know the truth about who he was and what he’d done, but Frank wasn’t sure he possessed the courage to break that news to you, to risk losing you forever.

Shifting uneasily on the fraying wicker chair, Frank studied a chip in the faux wood of the table he was seated at. Rubbing a thumb over the exposed plastic, he pondered his next move. His short recon session had verified Madani’s hunch that the arms dealers operated after dark, like most criminals, but sitting around the dingy motel room until then was a one-way ticket to insanity.

As if his body was pitying his moment of unprecedented indecision, his stomach growled ferociously. Fuck, he could use a decent meal and a hot cup of coffee. Plucking his keys and handgun from the nightstand, he shoved his arms into a black canvas jacket before braving the outside world.

Digging your glove-covered fingers into the laminated dough, you folded it over itself a few times before placing it back in its designated proofing bin to rise. Taking another lump of the yeasted mixture into your grasp, you savored the pleasant cushiony feeling beneath your hands as you worked, the slightly fermented smell of raw bread swirling around the kitchen as you flipped the mass.

Your heart thumped serenely as you kneaded the dough at a steady pace, creating a beautiful rhythm you were more than familiar with. It was music, of a sort; the pulse in your ears acting as the bass while the cacophony of rattling spice jars and cracking eggshells composed unique melodies unlike anything else.

Life was complicated, but food was simple. Customizing pastries and generating new recipes was an outlet for any emotion you could dream of. Tugging at the strands of dough helped soothe the tension in your shoulders, a symptom of the intense restlessness you’d been feeling since Frank left. Though his text had confirmed that he was alive, you couldn’t help but wallow in a feeling of gut-wrenching regret as you lived without him. If something happened to him out there, you’d never be able to tell him–

Shaking your head fiercely to clear the anxious thoughts from your mind, you raced to the walk-in, once again pouring your jittery energy into a recipe rather than letting your composure erode into nothing. Stabilizing the precarious tower of ingredients you’d stacked with your chin, you tread cautiously over to a clean station, unceremoniously dumping the contents onto the steel bench before popping your head out to the front.

“Stace, you want somethin’ to eat?” You called to the girl, who was currently standing by the register on her phone.

“What are you making?” She barely lifted her head with the question and her ambivalence made you snort.

“Oh, you know, same old.”

With a small shrug, Stacy nodded. “Sure, why not.”

Grinning, you ducked back into the kitchen and popped the lid off of the industrial blender, quickly whipping up two vibrantly colored and impeccably garnished bowls for the pair of you. Passing a spoon to Stacy, you smiled as she dug in eagerly.

“What, you didn’t eat breakfast this morning?” You giggled, reveling in the way her eyes lit up as she ate.

“Had a feeling you’d be cooking up a storm today.” Stacy replied, tilting her head at you knowingly. “You tend to do that when you’re mopey, and I’m never opposed to a free meal.”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed in defiance. “I’m not ‘mopey’.”

“No?” Your dark-haired friend smirked. “That’s why you’re staring at that stupid bowl like it killed your family?”

Ignoring her pointed look, you angled the bowl slightly differently before pulling out your phone.

“It’s a pretty meal. I wanted to take a picture.” You reasoned, snapping a few photos of the deep violet mixture.

“To send to lover boy?” Stacy snorted, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“No! I mean, maybe, I guess. I mean—“ You spluttered and Stacy laughed boisterously. “Shut up!!” Pouting, you shoved your phone back into the pocket of your apron and stuck a spoon into your breakfast.

“C’mon, princess, don’t let my teasing interrupt your pitiful flirting attempts. I’m sure he wants to hear from you.” Stacy’s expression was nonchalant, as always, but her gaze softened when your shoulders slumped. “I’m serious. He’s like, embarrassingly into you.”

“I think you might be confused about which of us is ‘embarrassingly into’ the other.” You whined, burying your face in your hands.

“Oh you’re pathetically head over heels for him too, that’s why you have no game.”

Scoffing, you shoved at her shoulder. “You know what, I don’t need to be insulted like this. Get out of my kitchen.”

“It’s not insulting, it’s true!” She chuckled, eating the remaining few bites of her food as you struggled to force her out the double doors.

“Out, out, out!” You panted, finally getting her across the threshold.

The whoosh of air from the batwing doors blew stray hairs from your face, giving you pause. Did it matter why you reached out to him? He seemed to appreciate it…

“Fuck it.”

Frank turned the cheap off-white mug in his hands, letting the quickly fading warmth seep through the material and into his palms as he looked out the streaky window. A gray hue had settled over the rural town he was camped out in, courtesy of the building storm on the horizon. The clouds mimicked his mental state, growing darker by the minute as the world remained stagnant.

A low buzz caught his attention, his hand shooting out to stop his phone from vibrating off of the table. Flicking the screen open, his heart swelled with affection, like a ray of sunshine peeking through the barrier in the sky.

You: *image* It’s official, I’m becoming a hipster. I was more concerned about this photo than eating my breakfast.

Not attempting to hide his smile, Frank shoved his empty cup aside to free his thumbs.

Frank: Well, it looks so good, I might have to forgive you. What is it?

You: A smoothie bowl, very easy to make and quite tasty.

Frank: Never had one of those before. Looks good though, sunshine.

You: Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll make you one sometime.

Frank inhaled deeply, imagining that you were nearby and he could smell your soft vanilla soap. The thought of you cooking for him upon his return warmed his heart while simultaneously cracking it in two. He missed you dearly. Drawing his forearms into his chest, he took a picture of his own food, frowning at the grainy quality of the picture as it sent.

Frank: It ain’t as pretty as yours, but I’m eating breakfast myself.

The remnants of a stack of bland pancakes and some tough bacon paled in comparison to the gorgeous, speckled smoothie thing you’d sent him. Why it was in a bowl and not a cup, he wasn’t sure, but clearly you knew what you were doing so who was he to judge? A few seconds passed and Frank briefly wondered if he’d said something wrong. Before he could preemptively apologize, another bubble appeared on the screen.

You: Glad you are able to feed yourself without my help. I was starting to wonder…

Frank: Oh shut up, you goof. I do miss your cooking though.

You: Just my cooking?

His fingers hovered over the glass display, his brain scrambling for a response that didn’t reveal just how gone he was for you. In the end, he couldn’t find one.

Frank: Not just your cooking, honey. I have some work to do, but take care of yourself and Max for me, will you?

You: Of course, Frankie. Have a good day :)

Frank: You too, sunshine.

Clicking the power button on his phone, Frank flipped it over, settling his head against his rough hands and massaging his forehead. Coward.

The shrill ringing of his alarm shattered the remnants of his uneasy slumber. Whipping his arm out from under the sheets, he stopped the piercing noise with a frustrated growl. Sitting up was a process, thanks to the new bullet wounds in his shoulder and hip—a true testament to how sideways yesterday night had gone. Madani’s brief had implied that this would be a cut and dry operation. Get in, confirm the sale, contact her team, leave. He’d been given strict orders to not shoot unless absolutely necessary.

Which was a great plan, in theory. Frank was more than on board with it, even if the whole “no shooting” thing lengthened the process. If it kept him on Madani’s good side, and still managed to get him home before Lisa’s birthday, he could live with it.

Apparently, the rookie member of Madani’s team was not so thrilled with Frank “stealing” so much of the glory. After Frank’s recon session and subsequent confirmation of the sale, the former Marine was about to call for backup when a scrawny 20-something kid darted into the dark warehouse after the arms dealers, holding nothing but a goddamn glock. Anticipating bloodshed, Frank was grumbling and sprinting after him before the gunshots started.

Pulling the kid out by the straps of his ill-fitting bullet-proof vest was a task Frank managed by the skin of his teeth, procuring two moderate injuries in the process. Of course, the knowledge that the FBI was on their tail sent the arms dealers into a frenzy. Frank was sure they’d crossed state lines before Madani was even done screaming. Honestly, he half expected the poor woman to have steam coming out of her ears–she’d cussed at the kid with words even Frank considered impolite.

Not that he could blame her, he was fuming all the same, especially when Madani had explained that he wasn’t off the hook for the mission and should head back to the motel to await further instructions. As if he was reliving it, the conversation that followed played in his head on a loop, their screaming match echoing off the walls of his brain.

“For fuck’s SAKE, Madani, I did what you wanted–why should I be punished for the stupidity of this asshole?”

“Oh, he’ll be dealt with, believe me. But the agreement was to get Roshev and Miller into my custody. Not give my team a half-assed warning and head back to New York scot free.”

“Half-assed–you’re fucking joking. I had to ditch the objective to rescue YOUR DAMN AGENT.”

“Go back to your room, Frank. I won’t ask again.”

“You’re not–”

“That’s an ORDER, Castle.”

So here he was: waking up on a shitty mattress, his skin and hair still streaked with dirt and blood (because the crappy water pressure and freezing temperature had infuriated him to the point that he’d cut his shower short after cleaning his wounds), in pain and in desperate need of a better cup of coffee than anyone around here was capable of brewing.

On top of that, it was his dead daughter’s 18th birthday–a fact that hung over him like a cloud of poisonous gas, slowly squeezing the air from his lungs, and he was powerless to stop it. He wanted to scream, to cry, to grieve for her, to do something, anything–but instead he was fucking stuck here, beneath Madani’s thumb until she tired of him.

It was naive to think that he’d be home today, maybe drinking coffee that you had made specifically for him, bringing flowers to the cemetery, taking Max for a walk, trying to have a quiet day in Lisa’s memory instead of waiting around to deal with two scumbags who got paid to arm other criminals. He should have just shot them.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a rough hand, he stalked to the bathroom to clean up–given that a man covered in blood would probably scare the poor waitress at the diner down the street shitless. As he was rubbing a towel through his hair, his phone buzzed–presumably with a curt message from Madani about something else he’d done wrong. Groaning internally, he braced himself for another argument, but it never came.

Instead, his phone had an unopened message from you. Flicking open the home screen, he felt a weight fall off his shoulders as he pulled up the photo you’d attached.

It was a beautiful picture of you holding a basket of vibrantly colored cherries in the midst of some sort of farmer’s market. Your delicate features were highlighted by an array of pinks and oranges, courtesy of the sunrise in the background. Your smile was bright, your eyes sparkling as you beamed at the camera.

Your first message was a simple explanation of your morning activities.

You: It’s market day! I bought these gorgeous cherries to make some tarts. I’ll save you one ;)

As he was rereading the message, allowing his general irritation to fade as thoughts of you flooded his brain, his phone vibrated again.

You: Thinking of you today. I’m just a text away if you need anything ❤️

Sinking down onto the motel bed, his throat constricted as he processed the sentiment. He was surprised that you remembered today was hard for him, even more so that you offered to be a line of support. But that was exactly who you were, wasn’t it? Someone who cared so deeply for the people around her, and for some fucking reason that included Frank.

Typing and retyping a response to you, Frank blew out a breath. He felt almost…jittery.

Frank: Thanks, sunshine. That means a lot. I’m looking forward to that cherry tart when I get back.

You: I’ll make you as many as you want, Frankie.

Lips twitching, he imagined you whirling around your kitchen in one of your signature patterned dresses making him a special batch of pastries. His heart squeezed painfully; your absence was taking a toll on him that he had not expected. Before he could consider his next message to you, Madani’s number flashed on the screen, indicating an incoming call. Lips curling into a silent snarl, he answered.

“What, Madani?” He rumbled out.

“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine.” Her response wasn’t meant to dig under his skin, she simply meant it as a superficial jab, but the inclusion of the pet name he associated with you ignited a white hot anger in his gut, feral and hungry.

“The fuck do you want,” He bit out.

“Watch your tone, Castle. Remember who owes whom a favor here.”

Rolling his eyes, he brought out a more polite tone. “Yes, ma’am.”

She huffed across the line, “Fuck you too. We found them. I’ll send the coordinates now.”

“Lookin’ forward to it.” He ended the call.

Stretching your legs as best you could beneath the hefty pitbull, you sighed.

It had been hours since Frank’s last text and you were not handling it well–the image of the little typing bubble on his side of the text chain haunting your every moment. Logically, the presence of those three flashing dots just meant he had started to type something and then forgot or had something else to attend to, but that knowledge didn’t quell the anxiety growing in your chest.

He was out there, doing god knows what, on his daughter’s 18th birthday, presumably alone and hurting–and there was nothing you could do but wait. And cook him a lasagna of course. Which you had, giving your apartment the pleasant aroma of onions, tomatoes, and ricotta cheese as the dish baked.

Your consciousness vibrated with the tenacity of an anxious chihuahua, listless with boredom and concern about your sweetheart of a neighbor. Squirming out from under Max’s head, you chuckled as the sleepy pitbull huffed in annoyance. “Sorry, bubba. I need to move around.”

In the final 30 minutes that you lasagna baked, you managed to throw together some simple pastry dough and pull out the small basket of cherries from your fridge. Popping one of the scarlet fruits into your mouth, you began to pluck the remaining stems off before removing their pits. Once they’d been sufficiently prepped, and your hands were adequately smattered with droplets of maroon fruit juice, you dumped them unceremoniously into a pot to create a compote. It didn’t necessarily pair well with lasagna, but you’d promised Frank a cherry pastry.

Originally, you’d considered making him a cherry basil frangipane, identical to the ones you’d stacked in the bakery’s display case that morning. But, after the day he’d probably had, you figured he’d want something…less intricate. The compliment you’d given him during his first visit to the cafe still held true–Frank was simple and honest. He wasn’t difficult to please, but fancy words and expensive ingredients alone wouldn’t cut it. The food had to be good. So, you pulled out all the stops, making a recipe that you hadn’t made since you lived with Leo: cherry turnovers.

Unlike your wonderful neighbor, the majority of patrons in the city needed a reason besides quality to continue giving you business. Elaborately decorated pastries and unique flavor profiles were what kept the cafe in business, so you hadn’t tried selling a modest dessert like these since your first few weeks at the Rainy Day Bakery. It was familiar, comforting even. You hoped it would bring Frank similar satisfaction.

Trading the bubbling lasagna for a tray of triangle-shaped pastries, you brushed your hands on your hips. Re-covering the pasta dish, you hurriedly cleaned your kitchen, wiping away the traces of flour and sugar that inevitably dusted your countertops after you baked. As you rinsed out the mixing bowl, a high-pitched whimper popped the bubble of silence surrounding your apartment. Sitting rigidly by the door to your apartment, Max’s dark eyes pleaded with you.

“Gosh, you’re right, bud! It is dinner time. I’m sorry, I got carried away. Let’s go get you set up, huh?”

Snatching Frank’s spare key from your counter, you attached Max’s thick leash to his collar and jogged him back to his apartment, adding an extra handful of kibble as an apology for making him wait. Stroking his short fur a few times, you slipped the key into your pocket, scurrying back over to your apartment to grab the turnovers before they caught fire and reduced the building to ashes.

Carefully balancing the pastries and lasagna in your hands, you marched back over to Frank’s apartment. Pretty soon, and with only one close call, the food was lined up on Frank’s countertop to cool. Brushing your hands together, you admired your handiwork.

“Please tell me ya haven’t been sittin’ here with the door open all night.”

The gruff voice behind you made you jump in shock. Whirling around, your fear morphed into pure joy as you took in the ruggedly handsome man before you.

“Shit, Frankie! You snuck up on me.” You practically squealed, rushing to hug him in greeting. He grunted as you slammed against him, hissing as you squeezed your arms around his hips. Eyes widening in realization, you started to pull back. “Oh fuck, you’re hurt, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, I–”

Before you could unwrap your arms from his body, his broad hands splayed across your back, muscular arms tugging you back against his firm chest.

“‘M fine, honey.” Came Frank’s soothing rumble. You felt him press a kiss to your crown before he buried his face in your hair. “Missed you like crazy, sunshine.” His voice was soft, as if he didn’t want you to hear the darling confession.

“God, I missed you too, Frankie.” You chuckled, your eyes prickling with tears, your body in awe of your own honesty. With his stubbled chin atop your head and his thick arms around your waist, you felt entirely sheltered by his body. He’d created a bubble of safety and serenity for you, as he always did.

Remaining in his arms, you shifted out from under his head to examine him. Though you’d felt it across your scalp, his beard was noticeably overgrown and in need of a trim. His hair greasy and mussed, streaked with grime, just like his face. The skin of his face was tinged red, with blush or sunburn you weren’t quite sure, and the bags under his eyes were deep. In spite of yourself, your bottom lip stuck out, brow pinching in concern. Bringing a hand up to cradle his face, you stroked a thumb gently over his cheek, careful to avoid the sizeable bruise across it.

“Oh sweetheart. What did they do to you?” You asked quietly, feeling choked up as the hulking man nuzzled into your touch, his eyes falling shut with a weary sigh.

“It’s nothin’.” He murmured, his words worn out—as if he’d spoken them so many times they’d lost all meaning.

“Then it shouldn’t take long to get you cleaned up.” You smiled, the gesture not making it to your eyes. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss to his prickly cheek before unwinding his arms from your waist. He started to retract his arms, to tuck them against his sides, but you caught his fingers with yours, grasping his hands tenderly. “Come sit, sweetheart. You must be exhausted.”

The poor man didn’t argue. Instead, he let you tug him to the couch and sit him down, his lips twitching with fond amusement when you tucked a blanket around his shoulders. “This ain’t mine.”

You shrugged, the hint of a smirk tugging at your lips. “I redecorated.”

“I was barely gone three days.” Frank snorted, rolling his eyes at you.

Poorly stifling a smile as you pretended to be annoyed, you spoke as though it was obvious why you’d done it. “Your apartment is freezing, Frank. Did you want me and Max to get hypothermia while you were gone?”

He huffed a laugh. “Still bossy.” Letting his head tip back to meet the spine of the couch, his eyes fluttered shut. Your cool touch manifested on his cheek once again.

“Do you have a first aid kit, Frankie?”

“Under the bathroom sink.” He answered, his words slurred ever so slightly with fatigue. He received a slight squeeze of his arm in response, your warm fingers leaving a lasting imprint on his skin.

A year ago, he would never have let himself have this—a moment of peace. Time to let his guard down, to trust someone else to ease his pain. But the combination of his aching body, his heavy eyelids, and your fussing nature had him letting go of a tension he’d held for years, and he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Soft footsteps alerted him to your presence. Though his eyes were closed, he could hear you shuffle into a crouch, your chest positioned at his knees.

Stifling a groan, he straightened his posture, wincing slightly as the motion tugged on his day old stitches. His eyes immediately focused on your adorable form in front of him, your own gaze roaming over the various bruises covering his visible skin. Dipping a washcloth into a small bowl of water, you gently lifted his wrist, washing away the dried blood on his knuckles. As you worked, a small river of dirty water–tinged pink from his scarlet blood–dripped down his fingers and onto your dress.

He watched the trio of droplets fall, time slowing as if to highlight the moment that reignited his anxiety. Splashing across the multicolored fabric, the liquid seeped into your skirt, staining it as you held his hand. Your kindness was endless, and his presence was tarnishing it, ruining it, ruining you.

Jerking his hand backwards, he cradled it close to his chest. “Lemme do this. I’m gettin’ blood on your pretty dress, sunshine.” He started to stand but you shook your head, gently pushing him back into the cushion and taking his hand in your grasp once again.

Looking directly into his eyes with an intensity that you always seemed to carry, your lips curved into a small smile. “Frank, it’s just a dress, sweetheart. I promise it’s ok. Let me help you?” With your free hand, you stroked a wayward strand of his hair off of his clammy forehead.

Despite the fact that your gaze conveyed your desire to continue patching him up regardless of his answer, your tone was stilted–giving him the option to deny your help.

“You’re too sweet for your own damn good, you know.” He sighed, letting his arm go limp in your grip to let you finish what you’d started.

“Well, you’re too stoic for yours. Makes us quite a pair, doesn’t it?” Your eyes glimmered roguishly, your smirk encouraging him to roll his eyes.

“Whatever you say, sunshine.” He snorted, knowing full well that you were right.

You made quick work of tidying up the split skin across his knuckles, moving on to the bruised skin of his cheeks.

“Didn’t know you were growing this out, Frankie.” You quipped, tugging gently on the untamed curls of his beard.

His lips twitched, revealing a glimpse of his teeth as he smiled. “Wasn’t plannin’ on it. Whaddya think?”

Making a great show of shuffling back to study his face, you tapped your chin. “I like it.”

“You do? Last time it was this long, everyone thought I was some sort of hipster.”

Shrugging, you focused your eyes back on the cloth in your hand. “I always like how you look, Frankie.”

Frank’s breath caught in his throat, unable to quite make it to his lungs. Thankfully, he could blame his lack of response on the fact that you were rinsing the injuries on his face, rather than his own lack of emotional intelligence.

Eventually, you heaved out a breath, looking at him with a raised brow. “Did you want me to look at whatever’s bothering you here?” You asked, gesturing to his hip.

“If I told ya I have no idea what you mean, would ya call me on it?” He grumbles, not quite sure how he’d feel revealing that much of himself to you.

You thought for a minute. Nodding once, you answered. “I’d roll my eyes, but respect your desire for privacy.”

Swallowing thickly, he huffed a nervous laugh. “Fair enough.” With two fingers, he tugged his loose shirt up and over his head, not bothering to disguise his grimace as he rotated his injured shoulder. Pulling the waistband of his pants down an inch, he suddenly felt a surge of fear, not sure how you’d react to seeing his array of scars.

Inhaling sharply, you traced around his stitches with a finger. “Oh, Frank.”

“It’s—“

“It’s not nothing.” Taking his hands again, your intensity returned. “You mean something to me. Seeing you hurt…it’s never nothing, ok? Not to me.”

A lump formed in his throat, he nodded as he tried to swallow it down. “Sorry.”

“No apology necessary,” You squeezed his hands, placing a tender kiss on the raw knuckles of his right hand before grabbing a roll of bandages from your pile of supplies. “I’m not upset that you’re hurt. I just don’t want you to be afraid to lean on someone else for a change.”

You dressed his larger wounds in contemplative silence, your soft skin a welcome change to the rough contact he was used to.

“How’d ya learn to patch people up, sunshine? Playin’ nurse for other neighborhood menaces behind my back?”

You giggled. “You’re my only patient currently. Cross my heart. I’ve just gotten used to first aid after injuring myself my whole life.”

Bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, Frank’s brow furrowed. “Injurin’ yourself? What do you mean?”

Eyes widening in realization, you shook your head. “Not intentionally! I’ve just been a klutz for as long as I can remember.” Chuckling sheepishly, you added, “Takes a toll every once in a while.”

Laughing with relief, he traced a finger along your jaw as he withdrew his hand from your face. “Ah, gotcha. Christ, had me scared there, pretty girl.”

Your face flushed with heat at the new pet name. You tied off the fresh bandages and stood up. “You should be good to go, unless you’ve got any other areas that need to be looked at?”

Blushing as his mind traveled to less innocent places, he shook his head. “I’m fine, honey. Thank you. Really.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” You winked at him, heading to the kitchen to dispose of the dirty water and trash. As you rinsed the last of the grime from the bowl you’d used, Frank moaned behind you.

“Holy shit.” His words were mumbled around a mouthful of pastry, the other half of a cherry turnover in his hand. Swallowing with another horrifically attractive noise, he lifted the dessert in a gesture. “Did you make these?”

“Yes, but they were for after dinner!” You scolded, your smile completely betraying your feigned annoyance. “Cherry turnovers. Do you like them?”

“No, they’re awful.” Frank deadpanned, shoving the rest of the pastry into his mouth ungracefully. You giggled, uncovering the lasagna before he could reach for another turnover.

“Would you like some actual food, you heathen?” You asked through stray laughs.

“You made me a lasagna?”

“Thought you might want some comfort food today. So I made two of my favorites.”

“Thank you,” Frank spoke your name gravely, as if it was a prayer. “God, sunshine, I dunno what to say.” Your heart ached as his voice cracked around the words.

“You don’t need to say anything, handsome. Just eat, so you can rest soon, yah?”

Frank couldn’t help but let the tension he’d been carrying for days roll off his back like droplets of water, his eyes crinkling with fondness as you puttered around his kitchen as if you had it memorized. You plated two hearty servings of lasagna and took a seat next to him, handing him a fork.

“I’m glad you made it back safely.” You smiled, your gaze more timid than he’d ever seen it.

“Me too, sunshine.” After placing a kiss on your forehead, he speared the fork into the food on his plate, taking a massive bite.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Frank groaned, beaming at you.

Laughing brightly, you took a bite of your own, overjoyed to have Frank to eat with again.

Thanks for reading! As always, comments and reblogs are incredibly appreciated.

Taglist: @cheshirecat484@xxdrix@smhnxdiii@mattmurdocksstarlight@danzer8705

#frank castle #my writing #marvel #the punisher #frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x you #frank castle imagine #frank castle angst #netflix the punisher #the punisher x reader #the punisher imagine #jon bernthal #fc #gray skies

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bugtoonz · 25 days

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I got some characters for your headcanon station! :D

• Bradley. Do it. I'm hyper with the skunk >:)

• Vin Moosk! He's cool!! X3

• Numbuhs 86 and 362! Our beloved moongirls <3

• Julie (the girl from op. P.O.I.N.T.)! Cute and underrated character!!

• and our supreme girlboss... NUMBUH 23 🖤❤️

(Sorry if I sent so many asks! XD)

Hope you have an awesome day! 💕

Not too many at all! I love the variety. Since there’s so many, I’ll probably only 1-2 headcanons for each.

Bradley’s favorite room in the treehouse to sleep in is Wally’s. You know how animals always seem to know which person in the room likes them the least and then consciously choose to bother that person the most? That’s Bradley lmao. He also has a wide collection of sweaters that Kuki likes to dress him up in, but after his robo-surgery it’s a lot harder to put them on.

Okay to be completely transparent I totally forgot Vin Moosk existed and had to google him. Fake fan guys, sorry. Anyways, after Moosk breaks free of his accounting job (again), he begins his new career as a menswear bounty hunter! Since the queen tie has been defeated, he’s broadened his horizons and dedicated himself to stopping all sorts of stiff, expensive clothing. Windsor is currently trying to locate him, to no avail.

Numbuhs 86 and 362 spend most of their lunch breaks together. Rachel is often too busy to leave her office so Fanny brings her lunch to her, and they sit and talk about all the crazy confidential data they’re privy too and also how much Fanny hates stupid boys. Sometimes Rachel nods off during the conversation, but Fanny is usually too caught up in her own ranting to even notice.

Julie is one of Cree’s friends, as they’re both on McClintock High’s volleyball team. She isn’t a teen ninja, however. She’s too nice for that. Her and Marty end up breaking up a few months after their attempted date at The Point, but in typical teenage fashion get back together when they realize they can’t live without each other (they break up again next month).

I loveeee Virginia. She was 100% the girl that tried to make you eat earth worms in kindergarten. She really likes old school fighting games like Street Fighter and Tekken. Her and Bartie once connected her game console to one of the main monitors of the Moonbase Observation Bridge and were officially banned from Moonbase for a week for it. It was totally worth it.

#knd #kids next door #rachel mackenzie #fanny fulbright #virginia sims #vin moosk #bradley the skunk #numbuh 362 #numbuh 86 #numbuh 23

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omaano · 1 month

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more rambly thoughts about weapons (this is turning out to be a long one): -the darksaber is a weapon (sword), the beskar spear is a weapon (spear) -perhaps omega lends you her bow (bow), because hades itself definitely differentiates between a gun and a bow (adamant rail/vs coronacht). alternatively (sorry for bad batch-ifying your hades au it will likely happen again), crosshair's sniper rifle. -anyway, the rail would likely be a blaster of some sort, a dc-17 maybe? as a reference to the clones? (gun) -that leaves the shield and fists, then, which--- what the heck man, why is this so hard to pull from star wars lore. uh. who's big on martial arts? the jedi, i would imagine, so maybe the fists are… hm. nothing is coming to mind re: the jedi. what IS coming to mind is two things: darth vader's gloves of force choking (idk man), and mandalorian gauntlets/vambraces (din's whistling birds?). so one of those two, maybe? (fists). WAIT. i had a thought. it is bad batch associated but you can kill me for it later. WRECKER'S GLOVES!! there we go. -shield is a bit harder--- i'm considering leaning mando for that because they're big on armour, uhhhh….. the only shields that are coming to mind aren't even mando, they're the goddamn plasma shields used in TBOBF against boba and fennec. hold up let me go reference a fic--- okay wookieepedia is giving me silandra's shield, a legendary plasma shield used during the high republic era, or a simple light-shield, used by jedi younglings in training but able to deflect lightsabers and blasterbolts. okay i am thinking light shield with an aspect of silandra! (shield)

I've been promising this answer for well over a month please forgive me for taking so long! I sadly didn't have as much time as I would have liked to spend on the Hades AU in August ^^; Thank you so much @elwinged for sharing these super insightful thoughts as well, they were amazing to read and re-read! <3

Hades AU WEAPONS - and ASPECTS

First things first, I'll admit that I haven't thought about much of these on my own, so I'm just very thrilled and excited to dig into what you'd sent me! *A* (I'm combing the weapons and aspects together, hopefully in a coherent and somewhat structured manner)

SWORD

The darksaber is a weapon

Aspects: "darksaber probably turns into several different lightsabers: obi-wan's, anakin's/vader's, luke's? maybe ahsoka?"

This is the one thing were I won't have many thoughts to add, except that this would need some workshoping (mostly because I cannot think of any sword variants that's not "just" a vibrosword (Din would probably love to change the Darksaber to something less cursed XD) - but also wouldn't it be real funny if the Darksaber was just the Darksaber? No aspects, Din got it, Din is stuck with it in that one single form, there is nothing he can do about it.

I love all your suggestions, but I think I will just stick with this one because it's too hilarious to me. The Darksaber is the Darksaber, no two ways about it, sorry Din, you're stuck with it.

SPEAR

The beskar spear is a weapon

Aspects: "beskar spear becomes maul's double-bladed saber, savage opress' spear and perhaps venestra rwoh's lightwhip?"

I really like the idea of Savage's spear, but (after some minor googling) I like the Mon Calamari blaster spear (it's not very practical on land, but... we need some variety. Plus you get access to aspects through character interaction in Hades, right? Like another character gets reminded of that aspect and such... I guess Kit could be a lead in for this one, as Maul would be with Savage's spear).

(As a tangent I've also found the Lasan bo-rifle, but goddamnit I've kept most of the Rebels influence out of this AU too, so that only gets an honorable mention here.)

There are also electrostaffs that Zygerians used, that's one sided/ended (and Rex must be (unfortunately) very familiar with them since he used one to impale that slaver at the end of the Zygerrian arc)... I'm not a 100% set on this, but the other alternative I can think about is a shock trooper's electro-staff...

Venestra's lightwhip is more of a lightsaber, I guess? (I haven't yet watched the last two episodes of The Acolyte so don't at me here) so that doesn't really track here imo.

BOW

"perhaps omega lends you her bow, because hades itself definitely differentiates between a gun and a bow (adamant rail/vs coronacht). alternatively (sorry for bad batch-ifying your hades au it will likely happen again), crosshair's sniper rifle."

I think in this case it might be better to indeed keep the differentiation between bow and blaster (even if it will probably be a lot more difficult to collect enough aspects for a bow), and so let's not bad batchify the bow just yet XD (I've been fighting very hard NOT to allow the Bad Batch into this AU, only Omega and Echo got a pass from that ban)

Aspects: "bow maybe has an aspect of crosshair (sniper rifle), chewbacca's bow-caster, and… a nightsister bow? maybe swap omega and nightsister around and have the more basic version be the base weapon"

Yes to all of those and...I'm really feeling our limitations here for a 4th option because all i found was the Ewok's bow and arrow. So how about we downgrade a little to the energy slingshot that Ezra has in the beginning of Rebels?

RAIL

"anyway, the rail would likely be a blaster of some sort, a dc-17 maybe? as a reference to the clones? (gun)"

I suppose it is a better question if this is a handblaster or more of a sniper rifle. I don't know the rail all that much because for the life of me I cannot make it work (I don't remember how I managed to make a single successful run with it in the first place... so I don't remember how it works in-game) since Din has a variation of those on his person at all times. So the "rail" either stands in for the Amban Rifle, or the handblaster at his hip.

(I'll veto the DC-17 since that was nominated as Rex's keepsake, so let's not confuse those two, yeah?)

Aspects: "rail has an aspect of padme (she's my GIRL), ezra's bow-lightsaber monstrosity, and perhaps leia's blaster? feel like that's quite similar to padme's though… we'll workshop it"

I was thinking that Crosshair's rifle would fit better here (both Omega and Fennec can hint at access to that?), Ezra's lightsaber-blaster combination is a genius thing, no badmouthing that horrible creation, I love that! :D and sure, I guess Padme's little screwdriver looking blaster pistol can also be an aspect?

FISTS

"[...]what IS coming to mind is two things: darth vader's gloves of force choking (idk man), and mandalorian gauntlets/vambraces (din's whistling birds?). so one of those two, maybe? (fists). WAIT. i had a thought. it is bad batch associated but you can kill me for it later. WRECKER'S GLOVES!! there we go."

Aspects: "fists.. .maybe they start out as din's whistling birds, then aspect of wrecker, vader and…. boba (flamethrower)? i also just read about mandalorian crushgaunts (beskar reinforced gloves) which could also be the base, and swap out whistling birds for boba?"

The basic weapon can be a Mandalorian gauntlet (but the whistling birds I was planning to keep for the Cast attack, since it's with Din at all times, and so are his vambraces. I couldn't think of any other long-range weapon on his person that wouldn't become a changable thing with all these other weapons. Plus there is also a limit to how many times and how fast you can fire those, so I think that tracks alright) But I can get behind the others... I don't remember what's up with Wrecker's gloves, but I do seem to remember Black Krrssantan (sorry for any spelling mistakes) having his electric knuckle dusters that can also pack a punch.

SHIELD

"shield is a bit harder [...] the only shields that are coming to mind aren't even mando, they're the goddamn plasma shields used in TBOBF against boba and fennec. [...] or a simple light-shield, used by jedi younglings in training but able to deflect lightsabers and blasterbolts."

Aspects : "shield-- aspect of silandra (a legendary plasma shield used during the high republic era), uhhhhh OOH obi wan's saber because soresu, and. uh. enfys nest's gauntlets? they're technically gauntlets, as titled, so they could be slotted in as an aspect of fists, but they fan out to be mini shields, so…."

Mandalorians can have a small shield of their own (as seen on Paz and Bo-Katan both), so that's good for base, with and aspect of Silandra, and Enfys Nest (that's made of beskar plates too, isn't it?)... and like what could be the last one. The idea of Soresu is absolutely hilarious (mostly because Din would be so bad at it ,so it would also track as a legendary aspect, considering how those are supposed to be more tricky to use?) but also like. What if it's just Din's beskar armor turned up to 11? XD I really have nothing better here ^^;

#hades au #answers #alex rambles #elwinged #seriously thank you so so much for entertaining all these things with me!!#they were not only fascinating but they also got me thinking with my very limited knowledge of all the source materials!!

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corpus-chorus · 7 months

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Hi there! I hope its not too random,i was Always curious to hear if you had favorite hcs regarding mark egos ?

so it's been straight up three months since you sent this and i have once again let an ask I really wanted to answer fester in my inbox for way too long.

Gonna put this one under a read more outta courtesy :]

Okay, but headcanons! I actually don't have a huge amount, since I tend to lean towards strictly canon or just exploring different ideas rather than having specific hcs. But for a few:

Illinois is ace or aroace. I don't remember who I first saw say it right after Heist came out, but I mentioned it to my (ace) wife as an example of what a headcanon was 'cause she didn't really understand them. And then she got really invested in it and now I just have an attachment to it lol. But just, I love the suave, sexy, put together stereotypical adventure hero who's very aware of his charm and sex appeal just having . . . zero interest in pursuing it. The whole "married to the work" and especially the line "Sorry if you fell in love with me - they always do". It just makes me happy lol.

Dark isn't anywhere near as strong as he pretends to be. I was such a Dark whore in like 2017/2018, but the more time I spent exploring him as a character, the more he really started to shape into this manipulative posturing thing, and I just really like the idea of him not actually being that strong. So much of his position and "strength" comes from his reputation and image instead of things he's actually done. And even if he is still strong, he'd be disincentivize to show off just how strong, since others being afraid of how strong he might be based off rumor and image is better than someone realizing they might be stronger than him. Idk if that makes any sense, but god I just love the idea of all of Dark being a lie XD

Bim Trimmer is a cannibal. I literally cannot unsee this one. This motherfucker just has teeth filed to points in my head and eats people. Zero idea why, that's just . . . that's just his entire character to me. Markipler-flavored Hannibal Lector.

#ryo rambles #markiplier egos #headcanon #idk man i've never been much of an hc person myself #but there are a few things that just live rent free in my head #headsquatters if you will #ryo's writing rambles

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ladytauria · 1 year

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I need to know more about Neither a Bang Nor a Whimper!!!!

-@bi-bats (ughghghgh sideblog laws sorry for the anon)

So, njw's Where's My Goddamn Dinosaur? was one of the first Jaytim fics I ever read, & immediately left me wanting more time travel fics (which, time travel fix-its & the like were already a favorite genre of mine lol). I also read a lot of gen time travel & dimension travel, and. Anyway. That led to "Neither a Bang Nor a Whimper."

It's gone through a few different changes since I first started planning it / writing it. The first version had future!Tim being sent back in time, in his younger body, and I wrote the first two chapters that way. Then I decided I liked future!Tim being sent there as himself better, mostly because in addition to Jaytim I want to explore what Tim's interactions with his younger self might be like. I have also been considering a version where Jason and Tim are sent back to the past, together (for the same reasons as previous). I may make that an entirely separate fic, lol.

But! At least in the current draft, it's 17-year-old Tim sent back in time a few days before Jason died. The title is a reference to the catalyst of the time travel being the end of the world, similar to Where's My Goddamn Dinosaur--though not with the branching timelines~

It's also one of the first fics I started writing, and I've learned a lot more about canon vs fanon & my preferences re: those things since xD So what I do have needs some heavy rewrites, again :P

But have this snippet anyway~

The world as he knew it... is gone. The invasion saw to that. One by one, all of Tim's loved ones had dropped like flies—from the Teen Titans, to Batman himself, to Alfred. this was his only way forward, now—even if it meant, for all intents and purposes, going backward.

The only question is… when?

Six months ago, when this all started? He, and the rest of Earth's heroes, could stop it, especially with the data that Tim had collected over the last six months. That was the logical choice. Tim's life, as he knew it, would go on, exactly as it was before.

But...

Tim looks at the chronometer, turning it over in his hands, watching the light play on the silver. This is his one chance to go back. He should choose carefully. Weigh his choices, make the right one. the best one.

He has no idea exactly how it works. If he goes back to a time he exists, will there be two of him? Or will his consciousness replace his former self?

He doesn't know.

If its the latter, his choices narrow. He can't save Dick's parents—not from the body of a four year old. Tim bites his lip.

He flips the watch open.

If he’s being honest... there's always been one particular date he's been drawn to. One thing he wanted to change, more than anything else. Maybe it's selfish of him, to narrow down to that particular point—to ignore every other tragedy, every other pivotal moment in his life, in his family's lives.

But if you can't be selfish at the end of the world... when can you be?

So… with only a split second of hesitation, Tim keys in the date—and presses the button. There’s a soft chime, and then—

The world warps around him, bending and twisting, blurring together like some awful fevered haze.

And then the floor drops out beneath him, and he is falling, falling, falling—

#bi-bats #asks and answers #thank u for asking!#tauriatalks #idk why i picked four for his age at the circus... i don't have any notes on my adapted timeline like i do in the reverse robins folder #tauriawrites #tauriawritesfanfic #jaytim #dcu

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deliwrites · 2 years

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𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕂𝕒𝕥 // George

Date: 20th June 2021 Published: 22nd July 2021 Member: George Type: Fluff, AU, Hybrid TW: slight angst idk Word count: 4540 Summary: George's parents gift him a cat, but he's in for a real surprise. (Btw this is my third attempt at writing something for Gogy 😬 I just couldn't figure out how I wanted this story to go xD)

// MASTERLIST //

George POV

"Honey, we know you've been feeling a bit lonely-"

"Mom, I have not been lonely," I cut off my mom. She had been calling me every other day since about a week after I had moved out. That was almost 5 months ago!

"You're in denial. Look, just come over, I have this amazing surprise for you! See you at 5, you're staying for dinner!" before I could even object to it she had already hung up, leaving me to sigh in slight annoyance.

"Guess I'm going to my parents tonight," taking out my phone I sent a quick message to the group chat of me and my friends.

GeorgeNotFound Today at 2:32 PM I am sorry guys, won't be able to make it tonight Dream Today at 2:32 PM What? Why? GeorgeNotFound Today at 2:33 PM My mom wants me to come over tonight I wanted to decline but you probably know how persistent parents are Sapnap Today at 2:34 PM Alright, we can always do the recording tomorrow!

Putting my phone in my pocket I grab the stuff I might need and head out to moms place.

Third POV

"Alright, deary, I know he's going to love you but I want this to be a surprise okay," the girl nods at the grown-up woman. "So, can you, little darling, be a good kitty for me and stay like this till he brings you home?" Nodding once more she lets the woman pet her gently. "Good girl, alright, he'll be here soon okay. Oh! He's going to love you!" after that she left for the kitchen. Following her she jumped up on one of the island chairs, peeking over the edge of the counter. Watching as she cooked food for her family.

"Hon, I have to be honest, I don't think this is a good idea," a male around the same age as the woman enters the kitchen. Sitting down on the other island chair, gently petting the cat's head.

"What do you mean? She's perfect for him!"

George POV

Knocking on the front door, I open the door with my spare key entering the home. Calling out 'Mom? Dad?' while doing so. Taking off my jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack. A sudden nudge to my leg makes me jump in surprise.

"Oh, well, hello," I spoke in surprise when I notice the cat at my feet. Said cat meowed, nudging my leg some more. Probably wanting to be pet. "Okay, alright," I roll my eyes in fake annoyance, a bright smile on my face, bending down to the cat's level. "Well, aren't you a cutie," I tell the beautiful cat as I pet her head gently. The purring makes this all the better. But when did they get a cat? "Where's mom and dad, huh? Do you know cutie?" It was like the cat understood me. She nodded and walked away, looking back to see if I was gonna follow her. "Alright, lead the way I guess," following the cat, through the house and into the kitchen.

"Oh, George dear! I'm so glad you're here," my mom said, instantly pulling me into a hug when I reached the kitchen. "How are you, honey?"

"I am fine, thanks. Mom, you can let go of me now," reluctantly mom lets go of me. With a sigh I sit down at the kitchen island, the cat meowing before jumping up on my lap.

"I see you met, Y/n," She says seeming excited.

"Y/n? What a human name for a cat."

"Well, yeah but she is special," she winks, which confuses the hell out of me, but I let it slide. "Let's just eat and then I'll tell you the surprise I have for you!"

The dinner is slightly awkward but the food is nice. Nothing beats homemade food. After dessert, we moved to the living room. Mom was in the kitchen getting coffee for the three of us.

"Look, son, this surprise," dad starts, surprising me with the concern lingering in his voice. "It's different."

"What do you mean?"

"Well-"

"Alright, time for the surprise!" Mom interrupts him, setting down the coffee. "So," she says sitting down next to dad. The excitement sat brightly on her face. "We got you Y/n! So you won't feel too lonely at your apartment!"

"Mom, no offence, but I don't need a cat to keep me company," I am quick to say, the cat somehow seems to become sad at this as she instantly slumps down meowing softly.

"But she'll be perfect for you! I promise you, if it doesn't work out you can bring her back," she says staying persistent about the idea of me keeping Y/n. "Look you even made her sad."

"Okay, fine! I'll take her with me," I sigh in defeat. It wasn't that I didn't like the idea of a cat at my place. It's just that I am quite busy and I don't want her to feel neglected. Or worse forget to feed her.

"Oh, that's great honey! I'll go get her stuff ready," with that she left the living room again.

"Well, we're home," I sighed, closing the door behind me. I sat Y/n down along with a bag of who knows what on the floor and sat down on the couch. Clever Y/n dove into the bag rustling around while I looked at her confused. "What are you doing?" I asked her confused. Finally, she gets out of the bag, envelope in her mouth. "What do you have there?" She struts over to me, stopping next to me before jumping on the couch. Dropping the envelope in my lap.

To Georgie

"That's mom's handwriting," I mumbled, opening the envelope. "Why would she-. 'I understand that you're confused right now'. Yeah no shit," I said as I started reading the letter out loud.

Georgie, I understand that you're confused right now. I didn't tell you this because I knew you would say no. But Y/n is special and she'll show you how.

On cue, like mom had told her to do it, Y/n jumps off the couch standing on the other side of the coffee table. Grabbing my attention. She seems to nod at me before she changes right in front of my eyes.

"What?" Is all that I can manage to say as I watch her shift. Within a minute there is a human girl standing in my living room. Cat ears on top of her head, tail swaying with excitement behind her. I obviously knew what she was. Hybrids weren't uncommon these days but why in gods name would mom get me one.

"You're catching flies, you might wanna continue reading too," the girl's voice sounds soft and gentle. I could tell she was getting nervous tho. Closing my mouth which I didn't know had fallen open. Doing as she told me, I clear my throat and continue reading.

I know this might be even more confusing for you now. BUT I felt that this would be great for you! Y/n is very clever and I picked her, especially for you! Besides being there to keep you company she knows how to clean, cook, and give great cuddles in both forms! What I said before still stands, if you don't end up liking this you can send her back here and we'll bring her back to the hybrid centre. Lots of love Mom

"Is she kidding me!?" My sudden outburst scares the hybrid a bit as she jumps back a bit. Tail hung stiff between her legs. "I guess that's why you're wearing a maid outfit huh?"

"I am Y/n, a cat hybrid, trained to be - and I quote - the perfect housewife and pet," she says seeming a bit embarrassed yet confident in her words. "This is the outfit we get provided by our trainer, but my owner, which in this case is you, can make me wear whatever they want... even if I am uncomfortable with it."

"Is that a hint to tell me that you don't like wearing the maid outfit?" I ask the female, still a bit confused with the situation.

"Not necessarily, I prefer this," she gestures to the outfit. "Over what my last owner made me ... wear."

"Which is what?" I asked watching as she visible shuddered at the thought of it.

"Nothing," my eyes widen at that. I am surprised yet not at all. There are too many people who treat hybrids like sex objects.

"Alright, well, I won't make you wear nothing."

"Wait, does that mean you'll keep me!?" Her sudden excitement throwing me off guard a little.

"I guess, yeah," I sighed in defeat. Though I couldn't help but think she was cute as hell.

Y/n POV

It had been a few weeks now since I was brought home by George. It had been a bit weird and new the first few days but now we had fallen into a little routine. Since his apartment is a one-bedroom I would spend my nights in cat form and sleep next to him. And he took me to the mall to find me an outfit I would feel comfortable with. Hybrids are allowed to go outside but only under supervision. This is mostly because the risk of a hybrid being kidnapped is pretty high.

The outfit looked something like this (if you don't like it you can pick anything else). He had cut a hole in the back of the jeans for my tail. It was a bit awkward as I had to wear it in order for the cut to be in the right place. Awkward because his hands had touched me, I guess you could say intimately but I finally felt comfortable with what I wore.

"George, I know you're busy today, but I was wondering if you would like to watch a movie with me tonight?" I ask hopefully as we eat breakfast. I had made us some simple scrambled eggs mixed with pieces of ham, served with white bread slices. Every other time I had asked if he had wanted to watch a movie with me, he had said no. Saying he was busy, which I understood, to him I was supposed to be just a cat. And here I am asking if he wants to watch a movie with me. His reply was always the same, his voice sounding guilty as he turned my suggestion down.

"I don't think I can make it, but you're free to watch yourself," he said before getting up and heading for his office. With a sigh, I clean everything up ignoring the noises coming from the office. After doing some more cleaning I set up a movie on Netflix and shifted into cat form. Lounging on the couch as I watched the movie.

George POV

"Dream, I have to tell you something," I sigh in despair. "There is something I haven't told you."

"Oh my god, George, are you confessing to me right now!?" Dream asked, his voice loud and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"No, Dream this is serious," I try to contain my laughter as Dream wheezes for a bit longer.

"Okay, okay, go," Dream says once he calmed down.

"I told you about my cat Y/n, right?"

"Yes, you said she was special."

"Yeah, well, she's a hybrid. My mom got her for me-"

"No way! That is awesome! What kind and type?" Dream seemed surprisingly excited and interested.

"She-" I sigh a little. "She's a cat obviously and she is a 'perfect housewife'," I tell him which gets a seemingly more excited reaction from Dream as he claps on the other side of the world.

"Do you know how expensive those are!? You got so lucky! How is the food? I've heard they cook amazingly!"

"The food is great but Dream-"

"I knew it! Hey, should I get one myself? Do you think it's worth it?"

"Dream I am serious! I have a problem!"

"Alright, I'm sorry, what's the problem?"

"I feel like shit, she is so nice and so caring," I sigh for the nth time that day. "But every time she wants to do something with me, like watching a movie, I push her away."

"Well, why do you push her away?"

"Because I don't- I like her, more than I think I should. I feel like it's bad that I like her. Like- like its animal cruelty or something."

"George, it's not animal cruelty. They are born human, they are just like you and me. They have feelings, they have thoughts and they need care and love. It's also not uncommon for someone to start a relationship with their hybrid," Dream explains calm and collect. Did he really know that much about Hybrids?

"How do you know so much about hybrids?" I can't help but ask.

"Okay, well I kinda lied when I asked if I should get one myself," Dream confesses. "Cause I already have one."

"You what!? Why didn't you tell me!?"

"Well, it might be a bit confusing. Techno is actually my hybri-"

"Techno!?" This for sure was confusing.

"Yes, ain't that right, Techno?" He calls out behind him, a snort soon following the question.

"Yes I am, and you better keep it to yourself, George!" Techno's voice comes through sounding in the distance. Dream laughing at the comment.

"I can't believe you've hidden this from me, I guess now the subtle flirting makes sense," I can't help but chuckle making Dreams laugh turn into a wheeze. "But how?"

"My family got Techno when I was about 16 and he was too. We became close friends before... you know," I could hear monotone chuckling in the background.

"Wasn't it, like, awkward at first?"

"Oh, yeah, for sure, Techno, come here," hearing some footsteps before the creaking of the desk chair, knowing Techno just sat down on Dream's lap or else I wouldn't have heard a creak.

"It was definitely awkward at first, especially cause I started falling for the green man before he did me," Techno confessed. "But then again, it is in a hybrid's nature to love easily but when we do we're in it 100%."

"Oh yes, I know, 'cause we've been going steady now for... 3 almost 4 years," Dream says, Techno humming in agreement. "But yeah, if you like her, don't push her away, there is a chance you do more damage than good."

"Alright, I guess I'll start with watching a movie tonight even tho I told her no."

"Exactly how many times have you turned her suggestion down?" Techno asked, seeming concerned.

"Uhm, I think this is the 13th time..."

Y/n's POV

The rest of the day I lounged on the couch, not doing anything. Letting Netflix pick whatever movie I was gonna watch next. I started to feel very lazy and unproductive but at the moment I couldn't care less. At lunchtime, George came out of his office. Probably expecting food to be ready but there wasn't any. It was quiet for a bit like he was thinking something over, or doing something else before he spoke.

"Y/n would you like some lunch?" This surprised me. Owners never asked if I wanted food. It was always just expected to be made and be ready. When I didn't reply, George left the kitchen and came to sit next to me. "You okay?" He asks gently, his hand careful as he caresses my head. Feeling petty I ignore him but let him pet me. "Alright, I'll go make some food," with one last pet and gentle kiss to my head he gets up. Heading back to the kitchen. I hear him roam around the kitchen, humming to himself as he does so. After a while, I seem to hear a frustrated sigh. Thinking away some of the pettiness, I jump off the couch and head to the kitchen. Jumping on the counter I see George looking at empty bread slices. I could tell he faked not knowing what to do with them. Sighing in my head I nudge the butter closer to him, which seems to put a smile on his face. "What do you want on it?" He asks after he put butter on the slices, very messily might I add. Nodding towards the fridge he goes to open it. Waiting for me to point at what I wanted, even tho he should know what I want.

"Meow."

"What? You want apple on your sandwich?" Is this man for real?

"Meow!" I meow a bit louder.

"Oh, you want pickles!" Within a second I stand next to him with a glare on my face.

"No! I want chicken!" I pout, taking out the food, along with what I knew George would want. Taking over from him I finish off the sandwiches. To my surprise George wraps his arms around my waist, holding me as I do so.

"I knew you wanted chicken," he says quietly. "I just needed you to be like this so I could ... apologize," I stiffen in shock, looking over my shoulder to look at him. My tail swaying curiously. "I am sorry I turned down your requests, so if your offer still stands. I would love to watch some movies with you."

"You would?" I ask, my tone of voice higher than before. I could feel my tail moving from side to side with quick excitement.

"Yes! Anything you want!" He says with a bright smile. Pulling away from me, he grabs two plates putting the sandwiches on them. "Let's go," taking the plates he walks towards the living room. I stare after him for a bit, a little shocked by the sudden change. Nonetheless I follow him and sit down beside him. Leaving some space as to not make him uncomfortable. "What would you like to watch?"

"I- uh- anything..."

"Alright, let's let Netflix decide, hmm?" I nod at his suggestion and start eating my food. It feels a little awkward as we sit there watching the first movie. The Netflix randomizer button had chosen Bee Movie, which resulted in some good laughter. After Bee Movie Netflix shuffled on to The Holiday.

"Oeh, this is my favourite!" I voice my thoughts snuggling deeper into the couch.

"Yeah? You've watched it before?" George asks, leaning further into the couch as well, also leaning closer to me. Our shoulders now touching.

"Yeah, when my last owner wasn't home I would watch tv and this movie came on. It's cute and funny," I whispered as the movie started. "and it always comes on during Christmas, so when I was taken back to the facility I requested if I could watch that movie."

"You weren't able to watch that movie before at the facility?" George whispers back and I don't think either of us realized how much closer we had moved towards each other as we whispered.

"I- no, it was because of... the circumstances... that I was allowed a request."

"Circumstances?"

"C-can we not-not talk about that?" This seemed to make George worried as he was quick to nod.

"Yeah, sure," George spoke gently, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Pulling me closer to him. I give him a smile, wrapping my arms around him too. Soft purs leaving my lips as I enjoy the cuddles while they lasted.

Third POV

They were a few movies further when George woke up. 'I fell asleep?' he questioned himself. Looking around he saw Netflix was set on the screen.

Are you still watching?

Looking down at himself he found Y/n fast asleep on top of his chest. Ears twitching every now and then as gentle purring came from her, still. Her tail laid possessively around George's thigh which made said male chuckle softly. Not wanting the wake the hybrid. 'God, she's so precious,' he thinks to himself deciding to gently stroke her back, up and down. This causes the girl to snuggle further into him. Reaching into his pocket which isn't covered by the girl, he takes out his phone.

GeorgeNotFound Today at 6:33 PM I think she forgave me... Technoblade Today at 6:34 PM That would be quick, how so? GeorgeNotFound Today at 6:35 PM Well, as you know, she was in cat form when I left you guys. There was no lunch, not that I mind making it for myself, so thanks to your tips I got her to shift. She made lunch and I cuddled her while doing so. Told her I would love to watch a movie with her and so we watched Bee Movie and then The Holiday which is her favourite. I still have to ask her about something she mentioned, but yeah, we ended up cuddling and she was purring. Which is adorable btw. And I guess we fell asleep as I just woke up and she's asleep on my chest. Like right now! Dream Today at 6:37 PM That's great! Next stop! It's official! GeorgeNotFound Today 6:37 PM I doubt she would want that... Technoblade Today 6:38 PM She wouldn't have forgiven you this quickly if she wouldn't want this.

A sudden louder pur made him put his phone down. The cat hybrid slowly woke up, blinking her eyes open she was a bit disoriented with the sideways few of the living room. Frowning, she looked around her, coming face to face with George. His face being only inches away from hers. The two stared at each other silently, both unsure of what to do now. Y/n was the first to move as she jumped off George, ranting apologies as she sat down on the far edge of the couch.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-didn't know I-I fell asleep. I-I didn't mean to-to trap you," tho George was quick to gently shush her.

"Hey, it's okay, I enjoyed it," George says, sitting up and taking Y/n in his arms.

"You did?"

"Yeah!" he confirms. "I know I have been pushing you away, but that's purely because I like you so much. I didn't want to creep you out," a blush had formed on the girls face.

"You like me?" she asks quietly. "I-I like you too," she stutters out her confession.

"I do like you, a lot actually, but I felt that it was wrong," George tells her.

"But it isn't unless we are trained otherwise," Y/n explains to him. "Like I am the perfect housewife and pet, and there is another type like mine, but those are trained for like married couples to be an actual maid with no relationship coming from it. And they are trained to not fall for their owners. Some still do, but they are trained to suppress it. I am not trained to do so. I am allowed to fall..."

"Have you, fallen ... before?"

"No, I didn't get picked for years after my training," she admits quietly. "My ... owner, before you, was not very likeable. He was a drunk and abusive. The facility had its suspicions when he purchased me, so they checked up on me via a collar. We are only given a collar if the facility thinks something might be off about a person," she spoke honestly, tho she didn't dare look at George. "After about just 2 months of me staying with him, they took me back. Since there are no existing laws that protect Hybrids, the facility does it themselves but the owner gets to walk free," she finishes sadly.

"Wait, he abused you?" George asks concerned. His eyes traced over her like he could still find something that could indicate she was in pain.

"I- yeah, but I am fine now, I promise," Y/n tells the brunette honestly in order to reassure him that she is genuinely fine. "That was like almost a year before your parents bought me."

"Well, I still wish I could have done something to help you," both his hands on her shoulders as he looks at her. Sincere worry still visible in his eyes.

"Thank you, that means a lot," hesitantly leaning forward she places a lingering peck on George's cheek. Awaiting the moment where he pushes her away. Instead, he pulls her closer, waiting for her to look up at him. When she does, a dark blush is visible on her cheeks. He can't help but smile brightly before leaning in. Laying a gentle peck on her soft lips to test the waters. A surprised pur escapes her lips but she quickly moves on from the surprise and kisses him back.

The kiss is gentle but passionate, both pouring in their feelings. George pours in all his hidden feelings for her, while Y/n pours in the feelings she never thought she would feel for someone else. It lasted a good couple of seconds before both pulled away for air. Y/n shyly hiding in his hold, hiding her face in his neck. He chuckled, squeezing her a bit tighter. This getting more purs out of her, her tail moving at this new feeling that filled her entire being.

"You're so cute," George tells her, giving her head a gentle peck, her ear nearest to the spot twitching because of it.

That night, the two ordered food, Y/n only a little bit offended by it, but it was almost 8 already. Neither liked the thought of having to do the dishes after cooking. The two ate at the table per request from Y/n, just so there wouldn't be too big of a mess for her to clean up. After dinner, both got ready for bed. George standing behind her, holding her waist with one hand as they brushed their teeth. Y/n wore one of George's shirts as she jumped into bed. She was debating whether or not to shift.

"Do you want me like this, or cat form while we sleep?" she decided to ask George, tho she didn't look at him. Semi afraid of what the answer would be. Pulling a shirt over his head, George got on the bed, pulling Y/n into a hug.

"Just like this is fine," he said quietly like he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear. The two ended up cuddling. Same position as on the couch, soft purs luring both to fall asleep pretty quick.

A few weeks went by, George and Y/n falling more and more for each other. Sharing kisses has become a routine for them. Kisses at breakfast, kisses during cuddles, kisses when passing, and kisses at lunch and dinner. Especially kisses at night, just soft gentle kisses before the two would fall asleep.

George had told her about Dream and Technoblade, which had given her a lot of hope for her and George's relationship. And also brought a friendship between Techno and Y/n.

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 3 months

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1: What "fictional place" would the duo act out when they play? Like medieval times with wizards & dragons, modern secret spy place (metal gear solid) or outer space defeating aliens. Etc

2: When playing cowboys (stand off), who gets shot first? Or since they are Star Wars fans, who's Han Solo & who's greedo? XD

3: What type of story and/or map(s) would you create for the duo, Jon & mar'i, in a COD zombie type game?

4: Who would be "uno" in a game of uno between the duo, mar'i, and the supersons?

5: You know how there is versus matches between popular characters for plot reasons (Batman vs Superman, Godzilla vs Kong etc) how would the duo get into a fight? Maybe mind control?

I would like to say thanks for answering my amazing questions for the past 9 months (wow, been that long). Really glad to see your universe improved (especially Chris and Jake)

For now, I’m going to stop (don’t worry I’m still around to chat and tag you in stuff XD) cause

1: kinda hard to ask what type of questions to say and remembering if I asked a question already

2: we kinda do chat about stuff almost everyday

Until I figure out more, see you later buddy! (Flies away on nimbus from dragon ball XD)

💙💜💙

Sorry if it took a long time to get this my friend @pin-crusher2000 but after much looking over and consideration, here shall be my answers ;-)

1) Oh too easy; either ancient Kryptonian and Tamaranean warriors from their history, fighting against their numerous enemies whether it be the Gordanians played by their plushies or even each other as a fair duel, so basically Space warriors OR As a Royal Prince and his Bodyguard Knight against demons and enemy knights like in a fantasy world akin to D&D

2) Chris = Han Solo

Jake = Greedo

and yes Han Blasts Greedo First

3) Okay So, the Kents and Graysons would find themselves waking up in a corrupted and twisted version of Bludhaven, swarming with hordes of the red eyed Undead, hellhounds, Demoniac Bats, and even Three Headed Canines (functionally the latter two are akin to the Parasites and Margwas). They have their superpowers albeit severely dampened and diminished to which they can only take down at most the zombies at the same time before they need to strike again.

The basic story is that before being sent here, the four were tipped on what was a summoning ritual by some cultists who were trying to summon Trigon, likely led by Brother Blood and while they prevent Trigon himself from coming out, the spell was corrupted and activated anyways so now it’s up to our heroes to gathered enough of their strength and find the source of these demonic Zombies in order to escape this Hell. Guiding them though would be one young voice; a girl who sounds no older than Mar’i but intelligent and willing to help them as they traverse this hellish city in exchange for also helping her, wherever she may be. This ancient evil beyond their imagination summoned by those cultists and their sins was invited and she concludes there’s far more to them than this…how their very world maybe even their multiverse itself is now in danger and they can stop it with her…..her name is Samantha, she’s going to tell them how all of this really began.

While not exactly Wonder Weapons in the traditionally sense, the Mystery Box would grant our heroes gauntlets, capes, headbands like what Chris and Mar’i wear and other accessories which do grant them enhanced powers that function like them. One gauntlet Jake can equip on his gloves can cause a chain reaction electric shock to the Zombies he punches a la the Wunderwaffe DG2. The map itself while a sprawling city with a central hub in the City Square with branching areas including the Dockyards, Downtown, the Suburbs, Bludhaven Stadium and the Pack A Punch location being Titans Tower, has numerous Kino/Der Riese style walkways, barriers and corridors allowing players to vary their play styles whether it be camping, training or going with the flow.

So yeah basically a combination of Mob of the Dead, Shadows of Evil and Maur der Toten with a tiny pinch of Origins

I shall dub this Map;

Jugend der Untoten (Youth of the Undead)

4) Mar’i; she trounces all of the boys without any fail but doesn’t cheat. Her secret is to always get rid of her cards that have the lowest number first

5) hmmm……

Christopher Kent, Nightwing Phantom VS Son Gohan

Jakand’r, Jacob Grayson, Skybird VS Bailey Briggs, The Amazing Spider Boy*

Oh I say maybe Inter-dimensional Tournament which puts their respective worlds at risk of destruction should they lose. Naturally all these combatants would ally to overturn the rules and save their worlds together as a team

(Yes he’s a real character ;-) )

Thanks for the asks again Buddy

💙💜💙

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #mari grayson #jonathan samuel kent #star wars #cod zombies #son gohan #dragon ball #bailey briggs #spider boy #marvel #sfw #call of duty zombies

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thedeluluverse · 1 year

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Summary: It is your mission to hang out with and support your boyfriend today, his stubbornness be damned (lovingly)!

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x therapistgfF!reader.

Genre: idol!au, fluff, angst from mental health issues, established relationship, songfic

Word Count: 1, 473

Warnings: mentions of depression/isolation, slightly stubborn Koo

Author’s Note: I’ve liked Paramore for as long as I can remember and especially applying it to Jungkook gives it a whole new meaning! Had this idea which is inspired by the song “Be Alone” by Paramore.

It’s a beautiful Thursday afternoon and you are enjoying the breeze through your open windows as you wrap up cleaning your apartment on your rare day off. As you finally sit down, you grab your phone and text your boyfriend of 10 months to see if he’s free.

Y/N: Hey Koo! Just finished cleaning and after I freshened up I was wondering if you’d like to grab boba and go hang out at the park! I understand if you’re busy, but I just miss you, so I wanted to ask. Hope you’re having a good day! <3

With the text sent, you are off to do some rewarding self-care and a much-needed shower. About half an hour later, you hear back from Koo; as you see his name light up your phone, excitement courses through you since both of you have been busy lately and you really hope he accepts your offer. Inputting your passcode, you can see his message which reads:

JK: Hey love, I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not really in the mood to hang out or be in public today. I can call or facetime you later if you want though, just let me know. <3

As you read his reply, your heart sinks a bit. You understand he has these bouts of heightened introversion, as you do, so you think of another plan quickly!

Y/N: Okay, I get that honey! You’ve been doing so much lately I don’t blame you at all for wanting to be a homebody XD How about I pick up some banana milk and ramen and come hang out with you and Bam? 😊

JK: I told you y/n, I’m not in the mood to hang out. Not today at least.

Y/N: Oh okay, thought that was just a “no” for going out in public. Sorry if I bothered you…

JK: Aish! Not everything is about you y/n! You aren’t bothering me; I just want to be alone today alright?

Y/N: *sniffles* Alright. TTYL.

After sending your reply, you put your phone on silent and decide to resume your art project with music blaring in the background to try and stop your thoughts racing. The fact that Jungkook is never that short with you, especially via text combined with your disappointment of not getting to see him has you ready to crawl into bed for the rest of the day. On his end, he realizes he’s upset you once he sees not only your short reply but the periods after both which is something you don’t typically do for replies that simple.

Fast forward about an hour and your picture is almost done which makes you feel better but it’s almost done which means all of the feels are starting to come back. You are tempted to check your phone but he wants to be alone so why give yourself false hope? Pushing away the tempting thought, you fix yourself some food instead. As you sit down, you grab the blanket next to you and drag it over you; as you do so, your phone, that you forgot was buried in it, flips screen up revealing a string of notifications from none other than your worried boyfriend. Deciding against ignoring it further, you open your phone and read his thread which started about ten minutes after you had started busying yourself.

JK: Hey y/n… I feel like I upset you and if that is the case, I’m really sorry.

JK: I’m just not having a good day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.

JK: I am ready to talk though if you are.

JK: Babe…. You’re starting to worry me, please reply even if it’s just a period.

JK: Y/n, it’s been an hour are you okay?

JK: Alright, if I don’t hear back from you in 10 minutes I’m heading over.

That text was 8 minutes ago and now you feel bad for worrying him so much. He knows that you also have mental health issues and have had dark thoughts before which tend to get worse the more you isolate yourself plus getting triggered by his aggression. You know you had a valid reason for ignoring your phone. You are attempting to break your cycle of constantly checking your phone or pushing for info so yeeting your phone was your solution. Although, you admit now, maybe putting it on silent was a step too far. After all, there could have been an emergency with him or your best friend Nari! You start typing so he sees the bubbles at least. After a moment, you have crafted your reply.

Y/N: Firstly, I am okay, didn’t mean to worry you.

Y/N: Secondly, I was upset in fact and I’m glad you realized that. I get if you need alone time, but the aggression was triggering and that plus me missing you was just not a good mix. I figured instead of trying and pry more, I’d just leave you be so I made my reply short.

Y/N: Thirdly, I do want to know what’s going on and would like to talk to you. Let me know when you’re ready for me to call.

No sooner had he read the reply, did your phone light up with his face on an incoming call. He explains that his depression randomly kicked in late last night and he didn’t want to agree to hang out with you and you be bored. He didn’t really have anything to bring up in this state and just wanted to stay on his couch rather than go out. He didn’t excuse the aggression, rather explained where it came from as it wasn’t like him. The frustration with his brain, plus missing you, plus feeling like he was disappointing him just turned into a tornado of aggravation towards himself and in his weakened state, it slipped out to you. You understood where he was coming from 1000% and accepted his apology as you could tell it was genuine.

As the conversation ended, you thanked him for opening up to you and let him know that he can always tell you anything. He thanked you more for listening and appreciated the offer, but you already see so many clients a day that he didn’t want to add more onto your plate. Scoffing lovingly, you let him know that being a therapist means that you learn how to not take on everyone else’s stuff but still be there for them; and you especially wanted to be there for him.

Understanding your points, he hummed in agreement but stopped you as you tried to end the call:

Y/N: Alrighty jagi, I’ll let you go now. Hope you feel better and just know I’m here if you want okay? See you la-

JK: WAIT! JAGIYA!

Y/N: You know one day if I need hearing aids you’re paying for half right? What is it hun??

JK: First of all, I didn’t hear you complaining the other night when I was being loud *smirking can be heard*

Y/N: *pouts in silence at his valid point even though you both know that’s not what you meant*

JK: *chuckles* Wow, didn’t think I’d be able to laugh today, thanks y/n; anyway, if you still want to, I’d really like if you came over like you said earlier. I haven’t really eaten anything today or gotten groceries since I’ve been so busy…plus I really miss you.

JK: I mean, I understand if you don’t want to, I’m kind of boring today.

Y/N: Well, I’m glad I could help your mood a bit Koo : ) I’m down! I’ll go grab some things at the store by your place so it’s still hot when I get to you! And stop that nonsense! You’re never boring to me, and you should never feel the need to entertain me. Your presence is more than enough my bun bun. See you soon baby!

JK: I can’t wait to have my favorite person here! The ramen and banana milk are just a bonus 😉

About 30 minutes later, you arrive at his door with multiple bags in hand since you got carried away. He opens the door and instantly grabs all the bags and puts them on the floor so he can pick you up into a warm embrace both of you letting a few tears fall from all the emotions of the day. You rub his back and run your fingers through his hair for comfort but get distracted by Bam placing his paws on your thighs. Jungkook lets you down and pats Bam’s head for him to get down as you wipe the tears from each other’s face and give a few soft kisses before heading to the kitchen to make comfort food in the comfort of each other’s presence.

#btsangst #btsfluff #btsxreader #idolau #btsff #songfic #usermaggie #ughreads #jungkook #therapist #mental health #depression #isolation #established relationship #paramore #be alone #Spotify #eoieopda archive #usertaeyungie

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lobito-snz · 5 months

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When will you upload a scenario again? (Sorry if anything is spelled wrong, English is not my primary language)

hii, ik its been a while since a made a scenario, the reason is that the only way i can induce a good amount of sneezes (more than only 2 XD) is using chhinkni, andddd i ran out of it, so i'd have to buy more but rn it's kinda hard for me to buy things like that bc these last months i've been VERY (but like- VERY VERY) busy, i've been doing a LOT of animation (3D and 2D), photography, writing, producing and a loot of work related things, so its like a cycle where: i need material for my work - i buy it - i do my work - with the money i earn i buy more material - and everything again, sooo rn i can't be very active on doing scenarios, cause i need a good amount of chhinkni for that (and i don't have it 😩😩)

soo, sorry for that, just be patient please :)🙏

i do have some requests that a lot of you have sent to me, i'll try to record all of them, but again, be patient hahaha :")

#lobito asks✨#snz blog #snzblr #snzfucker #sneeze kink #sneezing kink #snz #snz kink

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teecupangel · 2 years

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I'm sorry you probably have a lot of fic ideas but I need to get this sentence out before I lose my Staying Up After Midnight Nerves

Den Mother Desmond

Feel free to leave fic ideas, nonny. Even if I get busy, I’ll get to it sooner or later. XD

Not gonna lie, I was tempted to make this a continuation of Desmond Jerusalem Bureau’s Lighthouse since I did have him asking Malik what he wants for dinner last time but you used the word ‘den’ and that immediately reminded me of the Assassin dens in Assassin’s Creed Revelations soooo… have a confused Ezio.

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When Ezio saw the bright form running across the rooftops, he chased after it immediately. It wasn’t just curiosity…

It was like his entire body had moved on its own.

A few moments later, any questions he had were wiped off his mind.

Only one thought persisted.

‘Get it at all cost.’

He didn’t even know what ‘it’ was until he was closing in. At that point, it was as if all the Assassins in Constantinople were chasing it as well.

No.

Not it.

A man.

Desmond.

Or, at least, that was what he said his name was after Ezio caught him and asked his name.

Ezio… wasn’t entirely sure if he believed everything Desmond had told him once they were alone in an empty bedroom in the den in Galatea.

A part of Ezio didn’t want to believe it.

After everything he had seen, Desmond’s explanation did give him the answers he had been searching for all these times.

But it also left him…

A bit lost.

And that was the reason why he was unwilling to believe it.

Then Desmond kept running away and Ezio always found him.

It had gotten to the point that Yusuf talked to Ezio about it.

Desmond was too bright in their Eagle Vision. The Assassins would either get blinded or they would find it hard to focus whenever they used their Eagle Vision and Desmond was nearby.

And that was a dangerous risk that they would not afford here in Constantinople.

So… Ezio made a deal with Desmond.

The reason why Desmond kept running away was because he was trying to get all of Altaïr’s memory seals to get Altaïr’s Apple, hoping the Apple could tell him why he had been sent to this time.

Desmond insisted there must be a reason why he was here and Ezio had to stop himself from telling him that he was here for Ezio’s sake.

Ezio didn’t understand why he was so sure of that and he couldn’t just say that out loud. Not when it was clear that Desmond was pretending that he was alright.

But Ezio could see it in his eyes.

Desmond was also a bit lost just like him.

So Ezio promised him to find the remaining keys and they would travel to Masyaf together to get Altaïr’s Apple.

The look of grief in Desmond’s eyes when he said that made Ezio’s heart clench.

There was something in Masyaf that Desmond had lost and…

Well…

Ezio knew what it was almost immediately.

No.

Who it was.

If what Desmond said was true, if he truly did relive not just Ezio’s memories but Altaïr’s memories as well, then it was normal that Desmond would still grieve his death.

To Ezio, Altaïr has been dead for centuries.

But to Desmond…

Only a month or so has passed since he learned of Altaïr’s death if his stories were to be believed.

So Ezio asked Desmond to stay in the Assassin den in Galatea. It was the most fortified of the dens and it had the biggest space. He only hoped his time in the den would give Desmond some time to relax (or distract himself with something not life-threatening).

Ezio had hoped this would help Desmond with his grief as well. Not just to grieve for Altaïr’s death but to grieve over what had happened to him, to grieve for the life and the people he lost by being thrown into Ezio’s time.

What he did not expect was… the changes the den would go through because of Desmond’s boredom.

It started out small.

When Ezio returned to the den to resupply his bombs, he noticed that all of the bomb components have been organized. Each component was even already placed into specific pouches with the exact amount needed for one bomb. There were even instructions nailed to the side of the boxes, explaining the steps needed to make a bomb as well as a brief explanation of each component.

The Arabic handwriting was unfamiliar to Ezio but then he saw the Italian instructions written below it.

It was Ezio’s own handwriting.

He was sure of it.

Which meant… Desmond had written it.

He had noticed Desmond had the same handwriting as him and Ezio was sure he was missing a few key pieces of information about the Bleeding Effect but Ezio did understand that it was the Bleeding Effect that helped Desmond copy many of Ezio’s skills and techniques.

And, apparently, handwriting…

Ezio didn’t say a word about it though. If Desmond was keeping himself busy by organizing things in the den, he was free to do so.

Maybe he’d even find a way to organize the mess that Yusuf called the record room.

…

But Ezio did not expect it to escalate to this level.

Now, the Galatea den feels like… home.

The scent of a homemade meal in the air made Ezio’s mouth water. There was no more equipment or paperwork lying haphazardly on one of the tables or on the floor (and that one time that Ezio saw a sword stuck to the ceiling that Yusuf just waved off but offered no explanation to). The novices were busy preparing the tables with plates and cutlery while other novices were trying to finish their chores so they could eat as well.

The other Assassins seemed excited to eat as well, some even going as far as poking their head into the kitchen before quickly ducking away as if they had been caught.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Ezio walked inside the kitchen and Desmond immediately turned around and smiled at him as he said, “Welcome back, Ezio. Lunch’s just about ready.”

Ezio walked towards the table where a novice was chopping fruits that would probably be served together with whatever Desmond was cooking, “It smells wonderful, Desmond.”

Desmond turned around to focus on the cooking pot as he replied, “Thanks! I tried adding a few more herbs this time. Yusuf brought back some meat he got from the market and-”

“Ow!” Ezio shouted as Desmond quickly turned around and hit his hand by throwing one of the ladles near him. Ezio turned to stare at Desmond with a betrayed look on his face and it took all of Ezio’s willpower to not cower when he saw Desmond was now glaring at him.

“Have you washed your hands, Ezio?” Desmond asked.

“Of c-” Ezio’s mouth immediately closed when Desmond raised an eyebrow. Ezio sighed as he said, “I’ll wash them now.”

Desmond nodded before turning to face the pot once more. Ezio looked at the slice of fruit he was just about to take and blinked when the novice chopping fruits slid the plate filled with sliced fruits away from Ezio.

Ezio raised an eyebrow at the novice who began to glance between him and Desmond for a moment before finally staring at Ezio with an apologetic expression on his face as he slid the plate further away from Ezio.

Ezio sighed…

And went to wash his hands.

#this is also the same reason as to why altaïr chased desmond all over jerusalem #fortunately for altaïr #malik isn’t as carefree as yusuf #but yeah you can think that desmond is also the den mom in the jerusalem bureau #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #desmond den mom #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot

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Hi, i was wondering if i could request a Natemare x reader with the prompts:

Angst:

Fluff:

I understand if its too much or something but i was thinking, Mare gets into a bad place mentally or something happens to the reader (or both?) and starts questioning if the reader (femme pronouns please) actually loves him but she shows that she does and they fall back together after some mutual pining? (Im a sucker for mutual pining and just falling so completely in love with someone) ty ty ^-^

Also protective and cuddly Mare has my WHOLE entire heart, hes so PRECIOUS

Ty ty ^-^

~ ^-^ anon

So there were a lot of prompts here XD I couldn't figure out how to get Mare to say them ALL so some of them, you say to him. Prompts are also super out of order, to form a more coherent story. I have also bolded all the quotes so you know when and where those prompts are :3

Thank you so much for requesting, I'm sorry it took so long to get around to >.> But I hope it was worth the wait!

Tw; angst and some swearing but it all turns into fluff

For some reason…Mare was acting differently. You’d been together for months, and were friends for even longer before that. You couldn’t explain it, but he seemed…empty. He smiled, yes. But it never reached his eyes. When you would go in for a hug, he’d stop you. He wouldn’t even kiss you! That was the biggest key in that something was horribly wrong.

He was who knows where, and you were sitting at home trying to think of what to do. It had been a couple days since you saw him, and not so much as a text. You’d been hiding away in your home, wondering if you did something wrong. You wanted to help him if he was struggling, but you couldn’t if he didn’t tell you why he’s been so distraught.

Deciding to send a text, you made up your mind and took a few minutes to figure out what you wanted to say. ‘Hey Mare…you know you can tell me anything right? Are you okay? It’s been days…I’m worried about you.” It was simple, but maybe he was just stressed? You hoped he’d be alright, but if anything you wanted to be there for him.

Throughout the day, you sent him a couple more texts. All met with silence. Something was definitely up, and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. Even after a few calls, you were met with nothing each time. One last time ‘If you’re busy that’s fine…but I know something’s wrong. Please talk to me?” You almost wanted to cry, not out of your own sadness. But out of love. Because the one who had your heart was going through something big and you didn’t know what.

Your phone buzzed, and you quickly checked to see it was Mare. However…it wasn’t his usual dorky or even flirty self. He usually sent you paragraphs at a time, and several messages at once. This one was short and cold.

‘Stop texting me.’

You were baffled. Thoughts flooded and you worried about every possible thing that could be wrong. Did you do something? Something to make him this upset? But…everything was so good a couple days ago. Before he practically ghosted you out of nowhere. This was so random, you couldn’t even think of anything that might have made him upset. It was only more worrisome.

‘You make it sound like I don’t care…But I love you.” Was the response you sent. Maybe your words would help him, and make him realize you’d always be there for him. His response was instant. As if he’d been waiting to say those words.

‘No you don’t! Stop the fucking mind games!’

This time you really did cry. He was being so harsh, but why? A deep breath and you stopped your tears. Crying wouldn’t help in this situation. You had to get to the bottom of this. If you could help even a tiny bit, it’d be worth it.

‘Come over. Talk to me. We need to figure this out.’ Was what you sent. You didn’t know if he’d read it. Given how cruel his words sounded, you half believed he was completely done with you. You didn’t want to think that way, but your overthinking brain couldn’t come up with other possibilities. Just thinking of the worst scenario.

However only moments later, a familiar wave of smoke passed through your room’s door. Then Mare was standing in front of you with an expression on his face that can’t be described as anything but hateful. It made you recoil back, but you knew sometimes he needed some tough love. So you tried to look tougher than you felt.

“Well? What?” He almost growled, but he reeled himself back a bit. “What do you want?” There was venom laced in his words, and you started to become even more confused.

“What’s wrong? You’re being hateful and I don’t understand why…if I did something wrong please tell me.” Your eyes were filled with concern, but that only seemed to make him angrier.

He started to reach out, but he stopped himself. “It sucks because as much as I want to hate you…” He looked away, and went from looking angry to defeated. He looked at you after several seconds and finished, “I can’t.” He approached you this time, and pulled you close.

He buried his face in your neck and sighed. “No one’s ever made me feel this way before…” He pulled back and put his forehead against yours. His look was finally back to something aside from anger. “It…scares me.” Mare confessed, and wrapped his arms around you. “Everyone expects so little from me and thinks I’m worthless, but you make me want to prove them different. Show them they’re wrong.”

You hugged him, and kissed his nose. He did the adorable thing he always did, and wiggled his nose a bit at the action. “You already are so much bigger than the people who say you’re less…you’re kind, you care about the world and the people in it. Well…most of them.” You winked to try and lighten the mood and he let out a chuckle.

He looked terrified after he laughed and he pulled back. “I…I shouldn’t have said all that. Shit…SHIT!” Mare wasn’t used to opening up about insecurities in any way, and a lot of people would believe he didn’t have any. You knew different, you always have. “I…have to go.” He turned around, but you reached out faster and grabbed his hand.

“Stay…please?” It almost sounded like a whine, but you didn’t care. You needed him here with you. “I missed you…I want to talk. Help you figure out anything you can. And let you know I’m here for you no matter what. Anything you’re going through…we’ll get through…together.” When he turned back towards you he was met with the kind smile he loved to see on your face.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He tried to hide it, but tears welled up in his eyes. “I can’t provide for you like I want to…I’m practically useless to you. You should expect better from me, and you deserve that but I…can’t help it.” Without even realizing it, he squeezed your hand back tightly. He was so scared to let you go. “I don’t deserve to love you.”

You tilted your head, and smiled at him, guiding him to look into your eyes. “Why can’t you love me with no strings attached?” He looked shocked and you continued, “Without expectations. Without guilt, or worry, or insecurities. If I say I love you…and you love me…fuck the world. We have each other. Forget all the bad shit they say about you, and listen to your heart.” You gained a small bashful smile, “If your heart wants me then that’s all that matters.”

He looked away again, only to be guided back to you, “There’s better people out there…I love you so fucking much, but I don’t get how you can love me. I can’t offer anything-” Mare started when you cut him off.

“I don’t care. I love you and only you.” You held both his hands, and looked at him with determination in your eyes. “I don’t believe that there’s better people. You think you don’t offer me anything? Happiness. Something most important to almost everyone out there. You make me happy. More than anyone else in the world.” At his soft gaze, you smiled. It was the kind of smile that made him want to smile too.

So he did, and he responded in a whisper, “I’ll never get tired of seeing you. Everything you do…I love it. You’re my everything. My world.” He meant every word, he felt almost silly for having such a mental spiral, knowing it could have been prevented had he just got over his pride and talked with you. He should have known better, but it seemed like his fatigue was starting to show.

He sighed, and looked away from you briefly only to return his gaze. Mare almost shuffled in his spot, and decided to pull you into that deep and warm hug that he always did. Without meaning to at all, he yawned into your shoulder. You did notice him looking tired, but figured whatever was bothering him was keeping him awake. Now that you knew, you giggled softly and pulled back. He whined, and pouted at you once he could see your face.

“Tired?” It was technically a question, but sounded a whole lot more like a statement. “Haven’t been able to sleep?” You looked at him sympathetically and cradled his cheek with your hand and rubbed under his eyes where the dark bags had formed. It was impossible to hide your worry, but it was far overshadowed by the care and love that was directed right at this man you loved.

He leaned into your hand, and nuzzled it lightly as he shut his eyes. “I…sleep better when you’re in my arms.” It was a confession of sorts, and you knew it could be terrifying to say. Sometimes he was scared to make confessions that would make him look “weak” when he was already being vulnerable.

You weren’t going to make him ever feel bad for confiding in you, so you grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom. He followed, and you wordlessly laid down with Mare. He pulled the blankets over you both, and let out an adorable yawn. He snuggled in close to you, and you heard him let out a big sigh of contentment. “I can’t believe…you actually want me.” It wasn’t in a negative or sad tone, he was just making a statement at this point.

“Mare…you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I’ll be here for and with you, through everything. I mean it.” You leaned more against him, and pressed kisses across his arms as they wrapped around you. “I’ll prove it to you…over time. But for now…you need some sleep.” You giggled, as you held each other as close as you possibly could.

It wasn’t long before you were almost asleep, yourself. It was just so comforting to be in his arms again. Though after a moment, he leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Thank you for never giving up on me.” You weren’t sure if he was intending to say that while you were awake or not, but it didn’t matter. Either way, you heard it.

“I won’t give up on you. Not for a million years.”

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#x reader #fem! reader #natemare x reader #mare x reader #nwtb natemare x reader #nwtb wgos #tw; swearing #angst to fluff #request #^-^ anon

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