#wonderful pretty cure + gn reader

[baileypie-writes]

Hiiiii- I was wondering if I may request a platonic fic of Zakuro and Torame bonding with a VERY dense and dumb veterinarian reader after the reader kept giving them food whenever they were around? If not, I understand!

A/N ~ Sure pookie/p(sorry if you don’t want me to call you that)! I had way too much fun writing this, haha. Hope you enjoy!

~Weird Human~

Torame + Dense!Vet!Reader + Zakuro

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Fandom: Wonderful Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, veterinarian

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,295

Synopsis: After helping and feeding a strange wolf, he brought back a companion. So you decided to try and befriend them both.

Warnings: Minor injury(Torame), wild animal behavior(Torame and Zakuro)

~Masterlists~

~Wonderful Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

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It all started two days ago.

You found a wolf while taking a walk. Though, it was unlike any wolf you’ve seen before, even with all your veterinary experience.

Based on his facial and bodily structure, you concluded he was male. He had grey fur, and a greenish-yellow flame-like tail. He also had the same flame-like fur on his back feet, but it was red. You assumed someone had dyed it, as it was an unnatural color. You didn’t even stop to think of how someone could’ve used dye on a wild animal.

What you did think about was the poor wolf’s state. He was injured; a rather large cut on his leg. So you did the only thing you knew of in this situation, and grabbed the first aid kit.

He growled at you, and attempted to bite many times. But you’ve dealt with difficult animals before. With a bit of tussling, you bandaged the leg. You would’ve preferred to disinfect it, but you didn’t want to risk death to put some alcohol on an agressive wild animal’s open wound. And it didn’t seem infected anyway, so you let him be.

The second you were done, he ran, and jumped up on a nearby fence. He froze, staring at you for a moment, before leaping off into the night.

You expected to never see him again. But the very next night, you spotted him in your backyard. He just stared.

Considering that he was wild, you assumed he might’ve been hungry. So you gathered some lunch meat on a plate, and stepped outside. He tensed up in a defensive position the moment the door opened. You slowly put the plate down on the ground, and watched him. It took a while for him to feel safe enough to start eating. But once he did, you happily watched.

“You’re such a handsome boy! What a pretty tail!” You cooed. You then noticed something around his neck. “What’s that? A collar? I thought you were wild! I had no idea someone could own a wolf!” You commented.

He gave you a look you couldn’t quite describe after you said that. It almost seemed like a judgey look. But you ruled out that option.

Once the wolf was done eating, he once again ran away. But considering this visit, you knew he would be back.

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“Zakuro.” Torame, in his human form, called out from his resting place on a tree.

“What. You gonna make fun of me for being defeated by the Pretty Cure?” She scoffed.

“No. I saw that weird human again.” He said, staring off into the distance, coincidentally in the direction of your house.

“Ha! All humans are weird. But are you talking about the one who wrapped your leg?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He glanced at his aforementioned leg, the bandage still on it. “They gave me food.”

“What?! You didn’t eat it, did you?” Zakuro said, finally looking at the boy.

“Yeah… but it was just meat. And I was hungry. I’m not gonna pass up free food.” He chuckled.

“I can’t believe you! What would Master Gaou think?” She scolded. Torame went silent. An indication that he didn’t want to consider the outcome. “Did you they talk to you?”

“Yes. They were very stupid. They thought I belonged to someone, and they didn’t even question what I am. But they were… nice.” He replied. It was Zakuro’s turn to go silent for a moment. She seemed to be thinking.

“I’d like to meet this human.”

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The night had settled in, and you were preparing to do so as well. But first, you put some more meat on a plate in case the wolf came back. You walked to the back door, and turned on the porch light. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw not one, but two wolves staring in your direction.

The one from before was back, and he had brought a friend. This one was older, and a female. She looked very similar to the other one, but had a red tail.

“Well,” You thought. “if you feed one, you’re gonna have to feed more.” You then opened the door, and stepped outside.

“Hello again, boy!” You greeted. “I see you brought a friend!” Repeating your steps from the previous night, you slowly bent down, and placed the plate on the ground, just a few feet away from you. Then, you just sat and waited.

After a few moments, the male wolf slowly crept towards the plate. After a quick glance at you, he took a piece of meat, and skittered off to his previous spot.

Both you and the female watched him devour his snack like the animal he is. Then, it was her turn. Her steps were far more cautious than his.

“Hey, pretty girl. What a beautiful red tail!” You talked in a friendly, high-pitched voice.

She just stared. When she reached the plate, she gave a little growl before taking her share of the food, then running back to join her companion. You remained calm the whole ordeal, letting her know you weren’t a threat.

“I wonder if you guys are siblings. You look so much alike.” You pondered aloud while they ate. “You both have the same collars. Do you share the same owner? I hope you’re not lost…”

After both wolves have eaten, you expected them to leave. But instead, the male began making his way towards you.

“Sorry! I don’t have any more food. I can get some tomorrow though!” You told him. But he continued.

When he eventually reached you, he began intensely sniffing you. You allowed him to do this. He was just doing it to get to know you, after all. It’s in their nature.

After his sniffs slowed, you decided to take a big risk. You slowly raised your hand up to his ear. Both wolves immediately began growling, feeling threatened. But you continued, until you reached it. Gently, you scratched behind it, and his growling stopped.

His whole body relaxed, and his eyes closed. You also could’ve sworn you saw his tail sway back and forth a bit.

Once she took notice of his happy state, the female stopped growling as well. Curiously, she also made her way towards you. A small chuckle escaped your lips, and you slowly raised your hand up, reaching for her chin. Just like for the male, you scratched it. Her reaction was the same; relaxed and happy.

“Aww, you guys are so cute! Your owner is so lucky! I mean, owning two wolves is not a common thing. I didn’t even know it was possible!” After you said that, the wolves shared a quick glance, in that same, judgey expression.

Around a minute of this went by, before a howl was heard in the distance. Both wolves snapped their attention towards the direction of the sound. With one last glance at you, they raced away, following the call.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You never dreamed you would get the chance to meet wolves before. Yet, you fed them, bonded with them, and even pet them. You hoped you could find their owner someday. That way, you could bond with them even further!

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“That was certainly the weirdest human I’ve ever met…” Zakuro mumbled, now in her human form. Her fingers grazed over her chin, where your own fingers once were.

“Yeah…” Torame agreed, cupping his ear.

Both sat in thought for a while, recounting the whole event. Were you really a good human? They always believed all humans were evil. But their new encounter with you said otherwise.

“Wanna go again tomorrow?” Torame asked Zakuro.

“Yes.” She said, not giving it a second thought.

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~~baileypie-writes

[jasmineoolongtea]

― if you think i'm pretty 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚

― the ways in which they lay their hands on you and can't stop thinking about it ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

contents: gojo x gn!reader, geto x gn!reader, nanami x gn!reader, megumi x gn!reader, yuuta x gn!reader, headcanons/brief drabbles, quite suggestive (all characters are aged up!!!!), a lot of touching, making out, both reader and characters are needy and down bad for each other what can i say a/n: inspired by if you think i'm pretty by artemas and baby by madison beer, as you can see, i was very inspired for some of them compared to others so don't mind the difference in length djkajdwd

gojo satoru can't help but have his hands on you at all times. it's a genuine problem. some might even call it a disease or affliction, a deadly illness if you want to go that far.

whatever it is, he doesn't think he wants to find a cure for it. not when he can so easily coax out those wonderful sounds from you with the brush of his fingertips, those noises that are reserved just for him even though you try and deny it, and especially not when you decide you want to try and turn the tables on him.

that's how he finds himself underneath you on the floor of an abandoned office, his wrists pinned above his head as a devilish smirk graces his features. you're hovering above him, one hand locking his troublesome hands in place while the other is pressed against the cold floor to support your stance. right now, he's thinking about how this might be one of his favourite angles to look at you from.

he knows you're trying to tease him back, testing his patience and will to resist like he does with you, in a sort of punishment for his wandering hands but he can't even hide how much he's visibly enjoying this moment. it annoys you, deeply. you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, shifting your weight onto your knees to free up your other hand so you can run it down from his neck and stopping just right where his belt sits which earns you a breathy gasp from him.

you smile to yourself, clearly pleased at your own doing. but you don't have long to celebrate your victory as it seems you've underestimated how thin his patience runs when it comes to you. in an instance and in one fell swoop, you're flipped onto your back as satoru is now the one caging you against the floor. your faces are barely inches from each other when he leans in, his breath ghosting the shell of your ear as he whispers,

"it's my turn now."

geto suguru thinks apologies are useless. in most cases, he rather you show him instead.

to him, words often get in the way of many things and even more so when emotions come into the mix, scrambling them up to the point where they are nothing more than regurgitated word vomit. he's a firm believer in the phrase, actions speak louder than words, and he's definitely not shy about carrying out said belief in his daily life.

why tell you how much he wants you when he can simply show you through how his hand never seems to leave your waist even in the most crowded of places and how his lips seem to find yours in an instance as if he's worried that they might miss his company even if just for a second.

the same goes for you. why tell him how sorry you are when you can just show him? and so you do, caressing his jaw with your fingertips while your lips roam the expanses of his neck and collarbones, making it their sole mission to map out and commit each curve and mark to memory. every kiss you place is an apology in its own way and it makes the both of you forget what you two were even in arms over anyway.

"satisfied yet, sugu?" you murmur against his skin, the sound of your voice sending tiny vibrations that grants you a pleased hum from him.

too bad for you, it turns out that he's tough to please, or rather just tough to fully satiate his seemingly insatiable appetite for you.

"not yet. actually, far from it."

kento nanami is pretty sure that you're trying to punish him for something he did.

maybe it was because he didn't tell you what was truly on his mind when he came home from work last night in fear or burdening you with worries or maybe it was because he didn't touch you then, even though he knew that you were looking too good for no one to be touching you like they should.

but whatever it is, he knows that whatever you are doing, it's dangerous.

you two were in public, wide out in the open. he could feel his breath hitch in his throat as you nudge your heel against him, dragging lazy lines up and down his leg and stopping just right next to his upper thigh before disappearing again underneath the cover of the table. as usual, you offer him no visible reaction that could possible give away your true intentions to him, just a ghost of a coy smile on your lips.

was this fun for you? to test his resolve as a gentleman, drawing it thinner and thinner into a taught line ready to snap at any second? or did you just want to see first-hand what it would be like to see come undone from your actions alone. knowing you, it would probably be the latter but he could never know for sure as it seemed that he would inexplicably always play into your hand.

with each lingering touch wherever you could get your hands on and each teasing glance at his necktie, as if you were already trying to undress him with your eyes, he had never wanted to throw caution and any ounce of public decency he still had at this point and return the favour to you.

god, you were going to be the death of him.

fushiguro megumi thinks that you're a handful and isn't shy about making it known to you.

it doesn't help him at all, of course, only earning him a sly grin from you as you continue with your wandering touches and teasing kisses, lingering on certain areas such as right under his jaw where you know you can elicit a low breathy groan from him. he tries to hide his reaction in an attempt to not give you more fuel to continue but he fails every time with his body betraying him as the tips of his ears seem to grow impossibly redder and he even finds himself subconsciously leaning into your touch.

in response to his words, all you say is, "hmm maybe, but that's what hands are for." as if to prove your point, you entangle one of his hands with yours, pulling it closer towards you and placing it right in the middle of your chest like you were inviting him to do some of his own exploration himself. he avoids your gaze, knowing the moment he made eye contact he would be done for and whatever was holding him back now would shrivel into nothing in an instant.

you giggle softly to yourself, showcasing your obvious amusement at how much he's trying to prove that he's stronger than this. you lean in closer towards him, your faces barely centimetres apart as you murmur, "and last time i checked, i'm pretty sure you have two of them."

that's when he makes his fatal mistake, looking down to see your plump lips just a breath away from his and noticing how your eyelashes flutter softly as you, in turn, look up at him through them. he can imagine your body on his lips and that's all that it takes him to use his free hand and to close the distance between you two as your lips crash against each other.

screw this, he doesn't want to wait anymore.

okkotsu yuuta is obsessed with you to the point where to others, it could be seen as concerning. thankfully for the both of you, he's never been much to care for other's opinions.

it doesn't matter if you manage to kill him, whether intentionally or unintentionally, because no matter what, he'll just come back more obsessed with you. a fact that he so clearly demonstrates whenever you're around him.

"p-please," he mumbles against your lips, his fingers tightening their grip around your cheek, "don't go." his voice is shaky with a tinge of desperation and his pupils are so enlarged with his unquenchable thirst and desire for you that you've lost track of the whites of his eyes. to him, even parting for a breath of air when it comes to you is a painful act that causes his heart to ache and swell.

yuta's never been much of a sweet tooth but he thinks you taste like the sweetest candy that could ever exist and it's as if you're covered in a layer of sugarcoating he wants to be the only person who has the privilege of being able to lick it off with his own lips. your hand snakes its way up his arm and around his neck, pulling him tighter into your grasp and he takes this as his cue to dive back into your lips.

at this point, he's no better than an addict with how much he's greedily devouring you with his mouth, wholeheartedly consuming you with every fibre of his being as his tongue desperately awaits to explore more of you and see if this is the only place that you taste sweet. all good things in this world cost something and you're no exception but whatever the price is, he doesn't care because he'll pay for it.

hopefully, he's planning to repay it now in his own sort of way.

[bones4thecats]

Hi can I get a seperate scenario request where Cooler, Cell, and Whis have to help Fem reader with their sprained ankle, because they fell down the stairwell on accident. And F! reader just kinda looking around not knowing if she'd just broken a bone or not. (Note: Based on irl experiences, I just had something like this the 2nd time 😭)

Hope you have a good night by the way 💜

When Their Fem/GN! S/O Sprains Ankle

Characters: Cooler, Cell, and Whis Requester: @silkyshulks A/N: Holy crap, you sprained your ankle twice? That must be tough. I swear that I stub my toe or hit my head everyday, pretty sure I'm one more table-to-forehead thump away from brain damage, lmao. Anyways, hope you get healed up from your sprain and enjoy this! By the way, the Reader has no gender mentions in this! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Spraining your ankle, maybe? ⚠️

Disclaimer: I have five requests left, let's hope I can get them done!

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╚═════ Cooler ════════════════════════════════╝

🧊 You looked at Cooler and smiled. It wasn't a smile full of love, no this was one that you put up to make the other members of the Force feel freaked out

🧊 It was when you started going down the stars that you slipped and fell, causing you to hurt your ankle, but, as you were used to pain much worse than this, you looked around and up at Cooler, whom was panicking, wondering if you had broken anything

🧊 When he brought you to the ship's doctor, he was beyond angry that you had sprained the area between your foot and calf. He wasn't angry at you, he was angry at himself for allowing this to happen

🧊 The doctor handed you a medical note of everything you needed to do for the injury to heal; mainly just some rest, an ice-pack being placed on it from time-to-time, giving it a wrap of sorts to keep it from getting worse from moving, and getting it raised above your heart's level while resting

🧊 Cooler sighed as you shifted in your bed, not being used to having your ankle raised so highly. He grabbed a nearby ice-pack and placed it on your ankle, causing you to suck in a deep breath quickly before scoffing and looking away from your lover

"You don't have to be ashamed. Injuries happen to the best of us."

"Coming from the guy who didn't sprain their ankle in front of their lover and multiple members of the Frieza Force then having to keep it up despite having dealt with worse injuries than this."

"Are you done with your little tangent?"

🧊 He tries to stay around you as much as possible to make sure your injury would heal as quick and perfectly as possible. While he cannot always be there, due to some issues within the Force, he makes up for it all by sitting beside you with his head on your chest for you to slide your hands on while trying to cure your boredom

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╚═════ Cell ═════════════════════════════════╝

🔬 This world that you both lived in was utter chaos. So getting injuries wasn't something to out of the ordinary for anyone, but for you? It was completely new

🔬 Cell always made sure that you stayed safe, keeping you from falling and injuring yourself multiple times. Hell, one time he was fighting someone and dashed to keep you safe from a boulder crushing you!

🔬 This time, he hadn't noticed you got injured because he wasn't there

🔬 Cell had gone out to deal with some humans and came back to find you wrapping your ankle and putting some ice on it, flinching and trying to keep yourself calm despite the obvious pain from the injury

🔬 You were shocked to see Cell kneel in front of you with a darkening expression, and you knew what he was going to ask you

"Who did this to you?"

"Nobody, Dear. I just fell down the stairs on accident and ended up spraining my ankle. It should be healed in about a week at most."

"Are you sure nobody harmed you?"

"Yes, Cell. I'm sure."

🔬 After that, he stayed by your side 24/7. You never suspected that the Bio-Android could be so clingy before this, but here you were, having him on his hands and knees for you

🔬 He always replaces your ice-pack, making sure there were always two. One being frozen while the other you could use so you didn't have to wait on some compression being added to your injury

🔬 Cell also may or may not have almost destroyed your stairs after the incident...

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😇 Whis values your health above all else. He knows that you're more susceptible to getting sick than him, so he always kept up-to-date with your symptoms, making sure you couldn't get to ill

😇 But this was an injury that he did not expect to happen

😇 Beerus and Whis had finally gotten to go to Earth after destroying a few planets about 7 galaxies away, and Whis was happy to get to finally see you again after nearly four weeks worth of destruction and traveling with Universe 7's God of Destruction

😇 He made his way to you door was confused why you didn't come right to the door when he gave the special knock you both made to let each other know it was you. So, after three tries, he opened the door was began looking around for you

"Y/N? Where are you?"

"I'm-uh, I'm over here, Whis."

"Oh my."

😇 You sat on the bottom stair of your home, your face had some light scuffing on it while your ankle's slight movements caused you to shiver and groan in pain under your breath

😇 Whis kneeled in front of you and laid his staff nearby your head, just within your grasp. He then picked up your leg lightly, draping the back of your knee over his thigh as he rolled up your pant leg to see your ankle

😇 He saw how your skin darkened at the marking around your ankle. It looked much like a bruise, but he had treated enough injuries dealt by Beerus and Goku to know that this was a sprain and not just a horribly-placed bruise

"Don't worry, love. I can get this fixed up in a mere second!"

😇 Motioning for his staff, you reached to your side and handed him it, to which he thanked you and laid your ankle back down on the ground, making sure your leg was laying straight and not bent from your knee

😇 He then allowed his staff to glow before he tapped it right above your injury, which caused it to slightly ache in pain before it went away. He had healed it in a mere couple seconds!

😇 Whis reached out for you, to which you grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled yourself back onto your feet. While your ankle did slightly pound from the pain, it wasn't as bad as before

"While it may look healed, you may want to put some ice on it and wrap it up if the pain gets worse, alright?"

"Yeah, thanks, Whis."

"No problem, after all, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let my S/O just writhe around in pain?"

[romanarose]

hey! i just saw your supportive logan fic for writer gf, and i was wondering if you would be open to writing something for chronic pain? the (gn! if possible!) reader having severe chronic pain, mostly in their legs, that prevents them from walking sometimes when a flare up is particularly bad. the reader just kinda feeling hopeless and so tired because there’s no cure to their condition. just really soft cuddles and comfort, ya know?

totally chill if this isn’t something you’re up for writing or isn’t the vibe! <3

thank you!!

Hi friend!!! I suffer from fibromyaglia and i fucking SUCKS so yes, I'd love to write this for you! GN read is 100% good, i'll write all kinds of readers.

Here you go!

Supportive Logan Thoughts: Chronically Ill Partner

Logan Howlett x gn!reader

Summary: Logan takes care of you

Warnings: Chronic pain

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When Logan came in after work, the house looked exactly the same as he left it, from the banana peel on the counter from breakfast to your shoes you always took off in the middle of the hall, which (lovingly) drove him a bit insane. It's not that he expected you to do housework while he was gone or anything, but it was a sure sign that no, you weren't feeling better.

"Honey?" Logan called.

"Upstairs!"

Logan opened the bedroom door to find you in the dark, only lit by the dim glow of the TV playing reruns of your favorite show. He took a seat down on the bed, brushing the apple of your cheeks. "Hurting pretty bad, is it?"

You give a little nod, looking up at him. "Sorry, I didn't get anything done..."

"Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it."

A little whine escaped your mouth, lip quivering. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have too, Lo, you just worked a ten hour day-"

With a playful smile, Logan pinched your lips together, making you giggle a little. "I'll survive doing a few dishes. You rest, I'll make dinner."

With a little kiss to your forehead, Logan did his best to prepare something you'd like. He was no chef, but after being alive all these years he was no idiot, and could cook pretty well. Plus, this was far from the first time your pain and exhaustion mad it hard to do anything. You liked to cook for him, but Logan liked to return the favor too. He liked taking care of you. He liked cooking for you and helping you bath and nursing you when the days were too hard.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" He enters the bedroom again. "I lied, there's no eggs. Or Bacon. But I did make soup."

"Soup!" You exclaim, happily sitting up.

"There yuh are..." Logan smiles at seeing you animated again.

After you eat, Logan carries you into a warm bath, gently rubbing down your soapy body in a massage, careful with the tender spots. He works on your legs where he knows it hurts the most, making sure to massage the feet too, where he knows pain can start.

"You're really sweet, you know." You mumble sleepily. Doing nothing all day really takes it out of your when your own body feels like it hates you. "I know you pretend you aren't. But you are."

"Oh, I know." He teases. "You should see me at work. I can't get shit done because I'm smelling every damn daisy out there. I've been written up 3 times."

You can help but laugh at the idea of your big, hunky boyfriend laying on grass, kicking his feet as he smells a wild flower, his boss in the background shaking his fist.

"Oh I bed. Do you also break for butterflies?"

"Every damn day. Can't go a block without hitting my breaks. Hard to get anywhere."

You're giggling now, feeling better as Logan drains the bath. He starts to towel you down before picking you up and carrying you to bed.

"Thank you. For all you do for me." You snuggle up next to him watching your silly little shows. The pain is a little better, but still hurts.

Logan's lips are kissing your neck and face. you know he's not trying to initiate sex, just showing how much he loves just existing with you. "I like doing it, baby. I know it seems like I'm bullshitting you, but when it's for someone you love... really there's nothing easier."

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Thanks for the ask!!!!!! feel free to send more in!

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ satoru, suguru, shoko, kento & older s/o's

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2024 ©1864RERUNS

includingㅤ━ㅤgojo satoru, getō suguru, ieiri shōko, nanami kento

tag(s)&warning(s). drabbles, gn! reader, slightly suggestive, unspecified age gap

from vyon. writing nanami's hurt tbh.... he likes his lovers younger, trust me (his no. 1 favourite, sweetest, cutest, unrealest younger one true lover 🎀) on the other hand though..... he deserves to be babygirl'd so hard 😝

satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world, goes out of his way to find older lovers; he admits he has a problem and he'll never be cured of it. he doesn’t even know he has a track record for picking out more disciplined figures, with an air of maturity that taunts him across the bar; he doesn’t know he ignores the cheeky winks that are thrown at him from the giggly bar patrons who look too young to even be there in favour of staring at the figure sat alone at the bar, making pleasant conversation with the bartender until shoko is kicking him, telling him to stop eye–fucking the poor stranger and just go up to them. he balks, stumbling through excuses when shoko hits him again and tells him that if it doesn't go well and they're not into wide–eyed virgins (ouch and just untrue) that he could always just leave with one of the many girls who were still giggling at him. she slides him the rest of her cocktail for courage and then sends him off, with a smile that is almost proud.

he does, strangely, feel like a virgin when he manages to catch your attention and he blames it on shoko for putting it into his head. satoru tries his best to come off as presentable, a smile on his face as he leaned on the bar and tells the bartender your next drink is on him. he realises later that you were just entertaining him, amusement coloured your face under the dim lighting around the bar. he manages to get your number somehow. the first few dates are great and he has to beg you to let him play for them all; you always give into him, a displeased look on your face as you tuck your wallet back into your pocket and he ignores the fact that he feels both ashamed to be faced with that scolding look and giddy that he gets his way.

what really helps him realise that he's completely smitten with the maturity and care that comes promised with an older significant other is when you're on your first official date. satoru, ever the gentleman, tries to pay. you narrowed a smile at him, calling him 'toru so, so sweetly and telling him to put his wallet back. now. and the order goes straight to his pants, whoops!

suguru is completely unashamed about it. it's a realisation that's slow in its trickling, suguru just realises that growing older, he had no patience for bumbling fools. it was fun when he was young, having a pretty little thing by his side to feel important, to flaunt his abilities as a man to keep an inexperienced thing happy. then, he gets to a certain age and he realises, it's more trying to keep someone who knows what they want satisfied. suguru loves it. strangely, he loves being the pretty little thing attached to the arm of someone older, more experienced, with shoulders set back, head tipped upwards, a clean, businesslike smile always polite on their face. your eyes always stern— even when trailing over suguru regardless of the position.

it's wonderful it is; the fact that he could allow you to mingle through the large hall without worrying that you'll let something slip through a loose mouth, he doesn't have to keep you by his side for fear of you ruining his life's work. you can mingle with the idiotic patrons he's accumulated throughout the years, you know how to interact with them, how to sway their beliefs, and rid them of any hesitancy they may have had about follow suguru's ideals. it's also perfect when it comes with dealing with nanako and mimiko; you love the two just as you love suguru. you've enough experience and patience to deal with two young girls on yourself, lessening the burden on suguru's shoulders.

you've got a wicked tongue that knows how to tell exaggerated promises, how to assure an unsettled mind. not that he likes you for what you've done for his ideals, but it is a plus. the experience you have also means you know when your tongue needs to be held back. because although suguru adores when he's chasing after the words dripping after your tongue, falling victim to your sweet orders, there's also stressful times where he needs to forget that you've your own tongue, powered by your thoughts and not his.

for shōko, age has rarely ever mattered. for a hedonistic woman like herself, she likes what she likes and allows little things to govern those likes. dating for her never comes long–term in all honesty— there are too many unspoken rules that grate her nerves, needing to share her location, reply in a timely manner, fancy dinner dates more than once a month? the ending of her relationships always seemed so one–sided. most of the time, it'd end over text or with them showing up to her apartment or where she worked and finally shouting all their frustrations at her.

though it might seem heartless, shōko rarely ever feels regret for the way she's behaved. she's made it clear on multiple occasions that she wouldn't be any of those things they wanted yet they stayed, probably thinking they'd be the one to change her and shape her into the attentive, caring figure they could show off to friends. even so, she still falls into relationships— it's never her fault that people spin their own fantastical storyline about their future together so she needn't punish herself for it. a recent relationship she gets into is one that she enjoys; it bares more resemblance to an adult relationship, she assumes that it's because you're older than her.

you're more realistic in this manner. you understand that shōko isn't one for fancy dinner dates, she doesn't have time to respond as quickly as you may want due to her job, she can't meet up whenever you want on a whim. you text at your own leisurely pace and let her texts stream in whenever she has a break or two. after a week of no contact, she begins to think the inevitable— further cemented by the fact that her doorbell is ringing at an unfathomable 1am and she knows no one else would be at her door but you. she grimaces, mourns the short–lived but pleasurable relationship, and then opens the door, bracing herself for your rant. it never comes. instead, you slump into her arms with an apology for showing up so late and showing up at all without saying anything beforehand, you tell her you miss her, and you'd like to stay the night. for reasons unknown to herself, she lets you in.

age isn't something that is high on nanami's radar when he looks at potential lovers. as long as it isn't dramatically different from his own, he allows himself to indulge. in his defense, it's not as if he'd turned a certain age and began swearing off those younger than him; nanami found that he still got along well with those who were two, three years younger than him, but never romantically. nanami's ideas of a relationship was fairly traditional; he found that this wasn't the case for many partners who had been younger than him. their ideals, morals, what they placed importance on, long–term plans were all too different. so nanami begins, subconsciously, striving after those who are closer to his age.

atleast, that's how it starts. it gets worse, you see, after he realises that dating in a more refined, mature, jaded age group brings something altogether different into his life. for the first time in a while, nanami is reminded that he's not even thirty yet and he starts to understand why so many doe–eyed, inexperienced girls flocked to him. there's a certain satisfaction he gets from being the apple of someone's eye— someone much older than him, who's lived long enough to have their pick of the litter yet decidedly stays with him, sensible and confident hands dragging down his sides.

nanami kento, all the way into his 20s, learns that he enjoys being pampered. he loves it. adores the unwavering focus he gets when he comes back home to your penthouse and gets to fall into your arms as you work out kinks in his shoulders; he gets to lay there, weightless, as you undress him, soft and slow, pressing kisses on any skin you get exposed before you're urging him up to put on something more comfortable so you can cuddle. that, or he gets to sulk on your bed, sending you pictures of what he was doing throughout the day whilst you were at work, only feeling worse when your texts are late. it's all worth it in the end, when you finally get home, allowing him to do as he wanted. though the wait is gruelling, your warmth surrounding him when you finally sink into bed with him, your touches more wandering and perverse as your mouth presses over fading bruises on his neck.

[thepepsislvt]

so like SEE THE VISION also hi robin

so like backpacking for Dante on his motorcycle and him driving like an absolute maniac bc bro doesn’t have a license and then him making fun of us for holding on for dear life even though he likes it 🤭

you could do any dante but my hearts telling me 3

I totally didn't specify any Dante but just know that Dante 3 was in mind. I love that old man even though he is dumb asf 💔

I hope they can find a cure to his kind

Dante x Backpacking gn reader

Warnings: Dante, Dante's driving, Slight innuendos but nothing to nsfw

Manic and reckless are two of many words describing Dante’s driving. Or just Dante himself. His lifestyle was all just reckless. He drove around on his motorcycle like he owned the place or didn’t have a license. In his mind, the first part was true; in everyone’s mind, the second half was true. It was truly a wonder how he hadn’t killed anyone yet. He has injured himself multiple times riding around but never his backpack. And you sure as hell weren’t going to be the first.

You clung onto his waist tightly from behind as he wanted to go for a joy ride with you. You made a mental note to decline to ride with Dante and go with Lady the next time. When Dante hit a particularly deep pothole in the road, it sent you both airborne and off the motorcycle by a couple of inches causing you to scream. Dante chuckled at your scream and decided to rev his bike loudly and go even faster.

“Dante! Slow down! I am not dying to your stupid ass driving!” You would yell over his shoulder for him to hear through the wind and his helmet which he kindly let you wear. 

He sighed and decided to slow down,  looking for a place to park. Dante suddenly got an idea and now the city wasn’t such a great place to park anymore. With another rev to his bike, the two of you started going faster once more. Before you can scold him once more, he hits a curb sending the two of you off the road. The dirt and rocks underneath the tires of his bike made for a really uncomfortable and bumpy ride. 

There was one instance where you thought Dante was going to hit a deer but right at the last second, he made a sharp turn to avoid the poor animal. The sharp turn almost caused you to fall off his motorcycle. Dante had luckily grabbed your arm with one of his hands, keeping you hanging onto him.

Finally, the rough ride was over. Dante finally made a halt on top of a hill outside of the city. But in normal Dante fashion, he gripped the breaks making the stop abrupt. He kicked his kickstand and tilted his beloved Cavaliere to sit on the stand. Dante threw one leg over the bike to be able to turn his body towards you. 

“Dante I swear to Sparda” You had started to say, sliding off the bike to land on your back into the tall grass below your feet. “You need to start driving better or you will be on your little rides alone.”

“Awe did somebody not have fun? And here I thought I was a pretty good driver. You wound me” Dante gave a fake hurt voice paired with his stupid little pouty face that you love so much.

You gave him a groan loud enough to hear through the helmet you had yet to take off, too busy trying to keep your heart in your chest with how much it was beating. Dante stood up from sitting to stretch his muscles. Dante then fell to lay on top of you.

“Baby c’mon, you didn’t die. You’re safe and in the arms of your skilled driver and totally awesome boyfriend” The white-haired man said, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in his hold and tapping his head against your helmet. 

Dante then moved one of his hands to click the side of your helmet causing the visor to flip up, revealing your eyes glaring right at him. He raised an eyebrow and attempted to move the visor back down to avoid your gaze. 

“You’re no fun. As much as I love it when you’re mad at me, I can’t stand seeing your eyes burning a hole in my sense of humor.” 

With that, you tilted your head away and started wiggling your arms out of his grasp. Once you were mostly free, you removed the helmet from your head. 

“Awe there you are my little killjoy” Dante teased you even more causing you to blush and push his head away. “I’m sorry you can’t handle how fast I drive baby, but Cavaliere needs to go fast and so do I”

Dante laid his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat which was now somewhat calmed down from its previous racing state

.“You’re so dumb, Dante” You ran your hands through his white hair causing the overgrown man baby to cuddle into your chest even further. 

“But you love me” Dante says before perking up to look at you in the eyes. “I have an idea! What if I taught you to ride? You think it will be a more pleasurable experience for you?”

You gave the manner a thought before shrugging your shoulders. You gave him a brief ‘maybe’ before pulling his head back down to lie on your chest.

“Great! You can practice on the rider if you get what I’m referring to” 

You couldn’t see his face but you already knew he had a smug look and wiggled his damn eyebrows. You gave him a light bash at the back of his head causing him to suck air through his teeth. Before he can protest anymore you pull his head back by his hair and smash your lips into his.

“I love you asshole” You pull away for a second to breathe and speak your mind before pulling him into a kiss once more. “But you get on my nerves”

Dante was surprised that you had decided to kiss him. He knows you love him but even he knows he can be a handful. In the typical Dante fashion, he decided to speak up with a comeback.

“There is one particular nerve I am hoping to hit” He gave you a cheesy ass grin. Oh if only you could wipe the smug look off his face.

“I wish I kept my mouth shut. You simply are too much at times” You pushed his head away causing him to groan, already missing the feeling of your lips. “Always knowing how to ruin a moment. But I guess it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t open that big mouth of yours”

“I know something else I can do with this big mouth of mine”

“Dante?”

“Love of my life?”

“Shut up, please”

[lambiewrites]

Letter To Santa

TaskForce 141 x Child!GN!Reader

Warnings: none, be prepared for teeth rotting, sweet fluff. We believe in Santa on this page. This is primarily center around our dear Capt. Price because seeing him as a father figure would cure my woes. This is not proof read and I just woke up so have fun ❄️🎶🎄

Word Count: 1.29K

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The stocking were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St.Nicholas soon would be there.

Little hands eagerly worked at a red pen and delicate paper, smoothing out wrinkles. Fingers grazed papyrus with ease and little barefeet barely brushed against the cold floor. Brows knitted in concentration as the wee babe bite their tongue in thought.

“How do you spell Santa?”

The sweet voice echoed through the barrack walls quite the contrast of its usual interior.

“S-A-N-T-A. Here little one, I’ll write it down for you.” The gruff voice bent down with a crack of his spine before letters curled one by one to spell the jolly fat man’s name.

“And how do you spell Christmas?”

A gruff sigh came from the man’s beard lips as he spelt out the words CHRISTMAS in extra large font for the babe.

Captain Price was a man well into his years, beaten and broken down from multiple years of war and hardship but, somehow or another you wiggled your way into his heart. He most certainly thought of you as his own and cared for you like such.

Calloused hands tending to your every need such as tying your shoes, reaching top shelves, teaching you sight words and so on and so forth.

“Kid, what are they teaching you in school? Do I have to spell everything for you?” He teased, running large calloused digits though H/C hair, ruffling it a bit but quickly slicking down its strands back in place.

“Could you write my letter? Please? I’ll tell you everything you need to write!?” Eager pleads filled the air and brought about the rest of the men to seek out your woes.

“Just this once! And I won’t ask for anything else!”

A half snort left the masked lips of our dearest stoic, balaclava covered “friend”. Deep voice for a large man indeed. A bit scary but, you were never scared of the one in which they call “Ghost”. Oh no, quite the opposite. You played with him, hugged him, snuggled up to him, had breakfast with him, much like everyone else who you had wrapped around your little tiny fingers.

“I find that rather hard to believe,love” He stated rather promptly, leaning back against a rickety chair, stretching his limbs out a bit.

“It’s true! I promise! And I can’t lie because Santa is watching AND, unlike some people-“ You shot glares at Ghost and Soap, Soap whom shot you a half innocent look back as if he had no idea what you were even rambling about. Ghost, if at all possible rolled his eyes beneath the mask at your little rambling. At least Gaz was safe from your rambles and tales of the “naughty and nice list.” You were certain your name and Gaz’s name was on the nice list, and maybe Price’s, but Ghost and Soap’s? Absolutely not!

“I’m gonna be on Santa’s nice list so I can get lots and lots of presents. So I can’t lie. Just, someone please write my Santa letter for me!? That’s all I ask! Please!? Pretty please?! Pretty please with sugar on top?!”

Little hands clasped together eagerly begging and pleading for your letter to be written, feet bounced from one heel to the next, little E/C eyes looked up to the men round, full of light and wonder but pupils wide and begging almost like a puppy who wanted a treat.

“Tch, fine. Only this once. Got it? Now, come here, little one. I’ll see to it that your letter is written and fit for Santa.” Captain Price patted his knee and you eagerly abided, settled atop his knee as if he were Santa himself. Come to think of it, if he had a longer, white beard and was a little fatter and more jollier, he could be Santa. You giggled in thought, earning a brow raise from Price before he carefully held you steady.

The hand that was holding you, held that same bright red ink pen gently against the notebook paper that you had originally used to write your own, little letter.

“Ready Captain? I gotta big list of things to write and say. Think you can keep up?” You teased the old Captain though you did this quite often and found joy in joking about his age. Though, the Captain wasn’t that old. He was in his late 30’s, early 40’s but, to you he was ancient.

“Take your best shot, kiddo.”

He chuckled before the tip of the red pen pressed against the crinkled paper, whereas you rambled on about your list, Price was lightly writing out as followed:

Dear Santa,

I have been really good this year. I have done all of my chores without complaining and been on my best behavior. For Christmas this year I want (insert toy list here) and for my “pretend” family to get everything they want Christmas. Oh! And I want them to be able to go home and spend Christmas with the people they love. Because that’s what Christmas is all about. Family and love.

P.S. Can you please get my Uncle Ghost a boyfriend/girlfriend. Thanks. He’s really lonely.

“Is that good?” You asked the Captain with a small tilt of your head, holding up the crinkled paper reading over each and every sentence you made Price write.

“Men, Do me the honor of looking over their letter. Tell me, is it Santa Clause worthy?” Price held the crinkled paper up for Ghost, Soap and Gaz to look over.

Gaz was the first to read it, chocolate hues scanning the paper over and over again with a small chuckle at the last sentence. A hand went over to tuck strands of H/C behind your ears and compliment your work, though Price wrote you you worded it.

Soap was next and as azure blue eyes looked over the paper he chuckled whole heartedly.

“Ya really are doin’ poor L.T. a favor here aren’t ya lass/lad?” Soap chuckled wholeheartedly before Ghost snatched the paper from the Scotsman.

“Johnny what’re you laughing at-“

He breathed in a heavy sigh at the last little sentence you had, had Price write.

“Bloody hell…”

He grumbled, large digits pinching the bridge of nose through mask and balaclava.

“It’s funny.”

You giggled, peering over Price’s tired shoulders to see Ghost’s reaction.

“Aye lass/lad, it’s also Santa worthy.” Soap got in another chuckle before snatching the crinkle red written letter back from Ghost and letting Price read over it one more time, before sealing it up into an envelope, licking it shut and sticking a little stamp on it.

“Say, Y/N? Do you know what Santa’s address is?” The Captain arched a brow at you as you seemed to be falling somewhat sleep in his gentle hold.

“Uh uh. But I bet it’s on your maps. Somewhere. You got lots of them. You can find it, I believe in you.”

You chuckled in a half sleepy manner, leaning back against Price’s broad chest, H/C and H/L falling over your tired features.

Price turned your body, so you were tucked tightly into his arms gently moving strands of hair out of your face. He thought for a moment at your little request and a subtle hum came from him.

In a hushed tone he whispered a simple,

“Don’t worry little lamb, St.Nicholas will get your letter, my men and I will make sure of it. “

He pressed a soft kiss against the crown of your head before letting you slumber and dream in his arms. He fetched the other men to quickly find Santa’s address for your silly, one of a kind letter.

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A/N: I suck at accents and writing but, my brain has been turned off recently because ya girl graduated last Saturday and I threw everything I've ever known out the window haha. I love writing fluff and I will die on that hill. This idea also came to me from a couple of AI chat roleplays and simply, well Christmas spirit. I know the gang is probably ooc and I sincerely apologize for that. I will get better, trust me! Reqs are open forever and always! Reblogs are def appreciated!

[moonswolfie]

Very interesting

Oikawa x gn!reader

I thought about an oikawa x reader with this dynamic:

so here we are, also you (the reader) hates him at first and have no knowledge of volleyball outside the basics

Today, you were dragged by your friends to a game of volleyball. They wanted to see some guy in your school they're currently obsessing over called Oikawa Tooru. They constantly rave on about how perfect and hot he is. You did become kind of curious as to what he's like, even if you didn't want to spend your afternoon at a volleyball game watching him.

As the players entered the court, you thought about excusing yourself to the bathroom and then just leaving. Sure, your friends are going to hound you for it later but you really didn't feel like sitting here right now.

Suddenly, all the girls sat around you started squealing and screaming Oikawa's name and you quickly looked down on the court to find a guy with fluffy brown hair and an attractive face smiling and waving back at the crowd.

Huh. So this is Oikawa. I mean, he is physically attractive, and you can see why your friends are crushing on him, but he just seems so vanilla. Just like every other "popular hot guy".

And needless to say, you dislike that kind of guy. They're always arrogant and let it get to their head when their only good quality is that they have a pretty face.

Now you really wanted to leave.

You got up, fully intending on leaving when you felt your arm being pulled on. "No, you're freaking not. Sit down." your friend pulled you back, and you sat down in your seat, crossing your arms and huffing.

Well, you can always distract yourself by daydreaming, you suppose. You tried your best to ignore the annoying screeches of all the fangirls around you but it was simply impossible. So you sighed, attempting to cure your boredom by watching the volleyball fly around.

Your eyes wandered from player to player, eventually landing on Oikawa. His face at that moment looked unlike anything you expected. It looked serious, intense, focused. A complete contrast to the flirty smile earlier.

His face suddenly felt real, now that he wasn't wearing a plastic smile.

Even though you don't know much about volleyball, you can feel the practiced precision in his movements. It's quite scary how he does so with such a calm, relaxed face.

It draws you in, and you hate that it does.

You don't know what kind of player he is, but he always moves to the middle after someone gets the ball up and he tosses it to someone. Somehow, you can tell he does the job well. Terrifyingly so.

It makes his carefree smile look oddly horrifying.

"Huh, maybe he is more than a pretty-" You shut that thought down before you could even finish it. You're getting too worked up over him. And yet you can't stop looking.

All of a sudden, his eyes meet yours.

You quickly averted your gaze. That must have just been your imagination, right? He has a game of volleyball to play, after all. He wouldn't look into the crowd of mostly fangirls during a time like this.

The whistle blows, indicating a time out, one of the things you can assume happens in a match of volleyball. Your eyes slowly travel back down to the court, only to find Oikawa still staring at you.

You jump a little, immediately looking away again. Just what is up with this enigma of a guy?! You heard a couple of fangirls and your friends scream beside you, wondering if Oikawa is looking at them.

You rolled your eyes, cringing at the behaviour of his fangirls. And yet, your eyes reluctantly moved back to him, and as soon as he noticed, he gave you a playful smirk, winking at you.

His fangirls freaked out, swearing up and down that he winked at them as you just kind of sat there, regretting looking at him again. You were about to shoot him an annoyed glare when one of his teammates hit the back of his head, yelling something you couldn't hear.

You huffed a laugh. That's what he gets for not paying attention.

You had quite a bit of trouble surviving the rest of the game, having to balance in between looking at the match and looking away to avoid making eye contact with him again.

After everyone around you suddenly began cheering the school name happily and the fangirls became obnoxiously loud, you knew your school won. You thanked the gods it was finally over and quickly got up, sliding through the crowd of fangirls to get the hell outta there.

You ignored your friends who were yelling your name, quickly getting off the stadium stands and making your way to the exit.

"Finally..." you thought as the exit of the stadium entered your vision.

You calmly walked to it without a care in the world, when you felt yourself being pushed lightly against the wall and hand making a *bang* noise as it hit the wall beside you.

The one pushing you to a wall is none other than Oikawa Tooru. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowing a bit.

He looked out of breath, panting heavily with slightly flushed cheeks. Did this guy seriously just run away from his coach and teammates to catch you before you could leave? His eyes had a wild gleam in them, one that made you feel like you were his pray. It was similar to the look he had in his eyes during the match. You shivered.

His face switched almost instantly into a flirty smile, and he breathlessly greeted you. The way he did that made you oddly unnerved. Is this how his opponents feel during a match, too?

He looked at you expectantly, confidently waiting for your reaction.

"What do you want?" you said, raising a brow. His eyes visibly widened for a second at your unbothered tone, and you smirked on the inside. "Oh, were you expecting me to freak out and ask to date you, perhaps?" you teased him in your head.

He quickly covered his surprise with another flirty smile. "Can I have your number, hmmm?" he said, leaning closer.

"And why should I give it to you?" you asked, turning your face away casually.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cheeks flush red with embarrasment. "Oh come on, you know you want to." his tone sounded significantly less confident, even if he tried covering it up.

"Do I?" you said, smirking a little. You watched as his face flushed completely red. Seems he was completely embarrased by the fact his flirting attempts failed. He must not be used to his flirting failing.

God, you want to tease him right now.

"Well, um- I..." the rest of the sentence died off, and you were left just staring at each other awkwardly.

"If that's it, I'll be going now." you turned calmly and walked away, leaving a malfunctioning Oikawa all by himself. "Wait! Where are you going?!" you heard him yell behind you, clearly distressed.

In front of the door, you stopped walking, crossing your arms.

"Oh, and by the way, fake smiles don't suit you."

You pushed open the door, not looking behind you at all. As soon as you knew you were out of sight, you laughed to yourself.

How interesting. Very very interesting.

This turned out way more mean than I expected lol

Somehow I don't feel too proud of this one... I kinda hate writing mean readers like this but come on the DRAMAAAA 😫

[sincerely-astra]

Hii, I was wondering if you could write a Mischa Bachinski x gn!reader fic where they're on a choir field trip and they're jokingly flirting with each other and one thing leads to another and they're making out, then one of the other choir members (preferably Noel or Ocean) walks in on them to tell them that they have to go somewhere?

Sorry that that was such a long request with little to no details

☁️Mischa x Reader: Caught Making Out☁️

Hello! No need to apologize, I just hope this fic is to your liking. ^^;

You and Mischa Bachinski definitely had a... special kind of relationship.

In the most technical sense of the word, you two weren't dating. There was never a moment where you two looked into each other's eyes and whispered those sacred words, "I love you."

But you both were a little too close to be just friends..., that much was evident with the several longing gazes, playful words, and bright smiles, which all only seemed to grow as the days passed on. Mischa was fun, exciting, and so incredibly passionate in everything he does. Although you two never crossed that boundary between friends and lovers, it would be quite easy to mistake you two as such with how lovingly he speaks of you. Every word is filled with so much adoration and love that it almost becomes too much to bear, saccharine in the best of ways.

So of course, with this strange, yet oddly comfortable relationship you both found yourselves in, it isn't at all uncommon to see you two mercilessly flirting with one another. Nor, was it uncommon for you two to make a sort of competition out of it.

You and Mischa are sat in the deteriorating leather seats of Constance's parent's minivan, the off-grey coloring a testament to how old the vehicle likely was. The van's metal doors shielded you both from the chilly fall air that flowed outside, its harsh bite even colder due to how early it was, 7:30 AM to be exact.

There was only one reason you two would be out here this early and that was that it was time for yet another choir performance, something Mischa was clearly not that enthused about. Really, who would want to get up this early in the cold to go sing to some old people at the nursery home?

...Okay, maybe Ocean, but she doesn't count.

It was only you two in the van as the rest talked outside about god knows what, it could be about Noel forgetting his sheet music even though we all know he just lost it because he didn't want to perform or it could be Ocean giving some monologue on staying positive and doing your very best, whatever it was, they were taking forever to get into the freaking van.

An exhausted sigh escapes your lips at the scenario you were stuck in, your eyes drifting away from the skies beyond the window to your favorite Ukrainian, Mischa Bachinski. Suddenly, as you watch him scrolling mindlessly on his phone, a thought pops up in your brain, one that has the potential to hopefully cure the seemingly neverending boredom you are feeling at the moment.

You lean in a little closer to him, a smirk tugging on your lips. "Oh, Mischa~" The words came out in a singsongy tone causing the boy's eyebrow to raise as he directed his attention from his phone to you, his hand subconsciously flipping the phone over so the screen faces in thigh. "Yes?" Mischa was undoubtedly a little confused about why you have that cute stupid grin on your face, but there wasn't much he could do other than just play along for now.

Fully aware of his confusion, you lean in a little more to say, "Have I ever told you that you have pretty eyes?" There was no ounce of shame or embarrassment in your voice as you spoke, the sudden compliment making Mischa's eyes widen slightly in surprise before his neutral expression slowly twisted into an amused one. He knows what you are doing here and although he definitely doesn't mind it, he isn't gonna let you go so easily.

This means war.

Mischa makes no effort to lean away despite how close you are, yet he doesn't lean in either. It's almost like he's daring you to come closer. "Really? Have I told you that I adore the way your hair shines in the sun?" To which you reply with, "I don't believe so..., but there's no way I haven't at least told you once that you're way too attractive for your own good." The tension that was growing between you two was palpable, only growing more with each flirty remark you would throw each other's way.

Deciding to poke the bear, so to speak, your body shifts ever so slightly closer to Mischa, your hand inching towards his in a teasing manner. This new change in position leaves Mischa to narrow his eyes slightly, "...Are you asking me to hold your hand or something?" You tilt your head coyly in response, making Mischa roll his eyes with mirth. "Do you want to hold my hand?" "You know I don't mind holding it and you if that's what you're asking for, кохана (my love)." Your hand inches closer and closer to his, your eyes not tearing away from his for a second... Well, that last part wasn't true, your eyes definitely were focused on one other thing, which was the soft pair of pink lips that lay on his face.

It would be so easy to just lean in a little closer and kiss him, dessolving all the tension that just sprang up from your little war into a heartfelt, passionate kiss.

All you'd have to do is lean in.

...

Mischa, as if thinking the same thing you were, starts leaning in as you do, his hand finally engufling yours as your fingers entagle one another. His eyes stare so longingly into yours as the fire you started is so desprately asking to be tended to, to keep banking it until you can't anymore.

Yet just as your lips were almost touching his, the sounds of the choir slowly opening the van doors caused you both to jump back to your respective seats. It seems everyone was ready to head out to Uranium's one nursing home as Constance takes the wheel, Ocean in the passenger seat, Ricky and Noel sitting side by side in the second row, and leaving you and Mischa in the back.

And as much you wanted to keep going, despite what you know was common manners, you also really didn't want to get scolded by Ocean today and were sure Mischa didn't either.

So you two settle for glancing in each others directions once in a while, the grin you both had never leaving your faces.

-

Honestly, with how close everything in Uranium is to each other, you really wonder if you needed to drive to the nursing home at all or if walking could've got you there just fine...

It really didn't take long for the van to stop at an ancient-looking nursing home, which was surprisingly still allowed to operate despite its rundown appearance.

Ocean quickly ushered everyone out of their seats and into the nursing home, muttering something about being late even though Constance assured her you had made it on time. Everyone did make it in though, going over to the small area they had cleared out for your performance, and you all were just mingling as you awaited the elders.

You and Mischa were off to the side, like usual, though this time, Mischa seemed to have something up his sleeve...

Apparently, not having had enough of your flirting earlier, Mischa suddenly comments out of the blue, "You look like a dweeb." His words, although sounding like an insult, were said in a playful tone so it was hard to mistake it as such. You roll your eyes and shoot back, "And you look like a dork." Gaining a snort from Mischa who lightly bumped his shoulder into you. "It's all for you babe," The word babe made your face scrunch up, the fake way he said getting a kick out of you as well, your hand moving to your mouth to hide your giggling.

However, as soon as your hand started going up to cover your smile, Mischa's expression dropped slightly. The Ukrainian gently took your hand away from your face, a small frown on his lips but a smirk still tugging upward on it. He mumbles to you, "Don't do that..." Confused and slightly concerned at this turn in behavior, you ask, "Uhm, why?" Your voice dropped its playful act as it grew slightly serious.

However, that turns out to be unwarrented as Mischa, being as sly as ever, replies with, "The world needs to be graced with a smile as beautiful as yours." The corniness of it all made you groan, acting frustrated, though the way your face lights up gives you away. You shake your head at him, pulling away from his grasp. "...That was so cheesy, never say that again you dork." You were kind of serious about that too, you weren't sure how many more cheesy pick-up lines you could take before you would have to kiss his stupid face. Mischa, not believing your words for one second, is quick to once again grab your hand. "Come on! This is flirting in Canada, no? Cheesy and corny?" He's seen a few romance movies set here and in the States and this is just the kind of flirting that they do, which usually isn't his cup of tea at all but he can't say no to getting a chance at teasing you. You're adorable when you're annoyed at him. Reciprocating his touches, you squeeze his hands tighter and sigh, "No, that's just you being you, loverboy." As always when you speak to him, a grin makes its way to Mishca's features. "Whatever you say Мила (Sweetheart)."

As you two stared at each other for a moment, eyes locking in a look of fondness, both of your attention was soon taken over by the sound of footsteps, which while looking over to where the sound was, happened to be the group of elders you were performing for. With a small breath, you let go of Mischa's hand to get into your place, as did Mischa.

Hopefully, this performance goes well... If you had to be here, might as well have a good time doing it, right?

As the empty seats in front of you were quickly filled to the brim with all different types of people, Constance stepped up and started speaking, "Hello everyone! ...Uhm, we are the St. Cassian High School chamber choir and we are here to perform a song written by-"

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In an act of mercy placed onto you by some god above, the performance finally ended after a good 30-45 minutes! You were immensely glad it was over..., you weren't even sure if any of those people had blinked the whole performance through but you were sure that they could not care less that you guys were there. You guessed that old people so close to death probably had a lot more things to worry about than a group of teenagers singing with zero enthusiasm for them at 8 AM, but you digress.

Packing was pretty easy and you soon made your way to the nursing home lobby where now Ocean was chatting with the receptionist despite Noel's obviously annoyed expression and attempts to drag her out of there. You were practically dragging your feet from the area of the performance to the lobby, your bag feeling heavy in your hands. You had only stopped from hearing a soft chuckle beside you, which when you looked up to see who it was, it turned out to be from Mischa.

Rolling your eyes at him from finding your exhaustion amusing, you groan out, "I am so glad that's over..., I don't think I could've stood another moment of those dead-eyed stares in the crowd." You're sure you'll have trouble sleeping tonight just remembering how dead those people looked... Mischa seemed to agree as well, his face lighting up slightly as he nodded, "That's what I'm saying!"

Straightening your back, your hand reaches up to rub the back of your neck. "I mean, I guess it could've ended up worse, but I still would've preferred to spend my Saturday morning doing anything else." This throwaway comment, despite not it being your intention to, interested Mischa in a way you knew was trouble... He tilts his head, crossing his arms as he asks, "Yeah, like what?" You've been playing this game all day though, meaning you knew exactly what he was trying to pull here and you knew you had to beat him to it before he goes off yapping something embarrassing again.

"Oh you know..., sleeping in, reading a good book, scrolling on my phone, texting this one handsome guy I happen to know very well..." Elongating the last few words to show your intent, Mischa played off of your words with, "Well of course, he would be emotionally devastated if you didn't." He places his left hand on his chest where his heart is, an amused look on his face all the while. Shrugging off his fake hurt, you placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "I'm sure he would be."

A silence was then put between you both for a moment as Mischa thought of something to say, his heart for some reason beating a little more quickly like it has been every time he's been around you today. He swears he might get a heart attack from you being all touchy like this... Taking a deep breath to slow his rapid heartbeats, he speaks earnestly, a big contrast to the playful atmosphere you two had created by flirting all day.

"...I think he would be glad that today happened though." Your head tilts in small surprise at the shift in his tone, though you swiftly reply with, "Oh really? Why's that?" A genuine curiosity lies in your tone as you wonder the reason for this mood shift, one that you can only hope to mean good things.

Mischa just shrugs, a genuine, heartfelt smile replacing his usual smirk as he drops the "he" mentions. "Because I got to spend time today with my favorite person on the planet." Like his words, his hand gently moves up from his side to your hair as he runs his fingers through it, pushing some behind your ear endearingly. It was safe to say you were definitely a little shocked at the sudden sweetness coming from him, though that only made butterflies soar through you as you made a small hum of acknowledgment, your body leaning over to be closer to his. "Hm..., well, I suppose then that I also wouldn't mind doing this over and over if it meant I got to spend more time with you." You try to match his fond words with your own, hoping that it makes him feel the tremendous adoration you carry for him. He deserves it after all.

And maybe he did feel it as he nods his head slowly, his fingers never once stop twirling your locks into coils. Trying to bring some light back into the conversation, Mischa chuckles, "Good because have you looked at the choir calendar lately?" That question brings you out of your sappy mood and into one of growing dread. You mutter back, "...No, but now I'm kind of afraid to."

The male shakes his head, "It was scarring."

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After Ocean somehow took a good 20 minutes talking with the receptionist and two other elderly patients who walked by, Noel finally got her to come with everyone else to the van. This was quite unfortunate timing as you and Mischa both needed to use the restroom at this point...

You could hear the frustration in Noel's voice as he said, "Be quick, I don't want to wait out here more than I already had to."

At first, it really wasn't anything special, you both ran off to the nursing home bathrooms and did what you needed to. It really was just gonna be a short trip!

...

But then when you came out, saw Mischa, and noticed you both had a moment alone...

Well, all the flirting and lingering touches that happened today just kind of made you both come to your breaking point.

Like, you couldn't keep your hands off of each other as you slipped into the girl's restroom while you both practically ate each other's faces off kind of breaking point.

Mischa had hurriedly closed the door behind you both before his hands made their way to your waist, slowly inching their way under your uniform shirt. A small gasp escapes your lips from his bold actions, your body moving with his as you moved back until you hit the ledge of the sinks.

Your hands desperately shoot up to run through his hair, tugging as gently as you can while directing him through the kiss. This was probably the most passionate kiss you've ever had with the boy..., the rest of your small pecks couldn't even compare to what you were feeling at this moment as his rough lips collided with yours.

Both of your breaths had turned ragged at this point as his teeth started to lightly nibble on your bottom lip, begging for access as you made soft groans that were music to his ears. Even if you could playfully deny him a little longer, you were far too pent up to even do that... You were sure he was too with how his tongue immediately darts out of his mouth and into yours as soon as you let him.

This was so different from what you're used to, yet you didn't mind...

In fact, you were living for the fire that was building inside of you every minute his hands slowly inched up your body, his calloused fingers making you shiver as they got higher and higher up. The way the butterflies in your chest grew tenfold, the neediness he exhibited, and the love you felt for him were all things you didn't think you would ever grow tired of.

God, you loved him so much...

Mischa, of course, loved you just as much if not so much more. From your eyes, your hair, the way you talk, the things you like, everything you were was just so magical to him. You were everything he could ever dream of and the fact that he gets to touch and kiss you like this, to have his lips trail down from your lips to your neck and hear the wonderful noises that come out as a result makes him feel like the luckiest man in the whole world.

And he was sure he was.

Not just anyone gets to hold you like this, so closely that you can hear how fast his heart was beating for you. He is so grateful you let him be with you like this... You were his and he was yours.

As the fire inside of you both continued to grow with every kiss and touch you two shared, what you both had failed to notice in the midst of your passionate makeout session was a certain red-head walking in only to have her jaw dropped to the floor because of the scene playing out in front of her...

When it feels like it just started, your makeout was just as quickly ended by none other than Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg who started to berate you two in sheer disbelief. "What do you two think you're doing!? Doing such inappropriate acts in a nursing home for crying out loud!! You should be ashamed of yourselves!" She speedwalks over to you two and rips you off one another with a strength you didn't know she possessed and didn't get a chance to question as she immediately starts to go into a tirade on how despicable your actions were.

She also apparently wasn't the only one searching for you two as Noel soon came in, presumably after hearing Ocean start shouting about inappropriate behavior and something else about celibacy.

With a hand covering his eyes, this was the women's restroom after all and he wasn't a perv, Noel slowly walks in and asks, "What on god's green Earth are you shrieking about Ocean?" To which Ocean forces herself to stop her speech for a moment, whip her head around to face Noel, and say, "These two were making out!" before going back to her speech. That statement had caught Noel completely off guard as he dropped his hand to face you with a look of sheer disgust and his words were not much different as he mumbled, "In the nursing home bathrooms..., really???"

Truly, you had to be so lucky Noel liked the two of you because if he didn't, he definitely would've let you continue to be berated by Ocean for doing something so strange. But alas, he also wanted to get home before his shift started.

Walking up to you three, Noel puts his hand on Ocean's shoulder and starts to push her away from you and Mischa and outside of the bathroom. The redhead almost started to complain before eventually just giving an annoyed huff as she rips herself away from Noel, walking out herself. "...I can walk you know." You can hear her voice ring out as Noel motions you both to walk out with him, "Let's just get out of here..., it's actually freezing."

Standing still for a moment, you and Mischa just share a look before walking out alongside Noel, thankful you both at least live another day without having to feel the full extent of Ocean's wrath...

A/N: Sorry if this is bad- I realized immediately as I started writing this that I do not know how to flirt so my words are probably really corny... My bad. ^^;

P.S. Sorry if any of the Ukrainian is incorrect, whenever I need to use a Ukrainian phrase I just peruse around Google for a bit before I find one I think fits, but if it's wrong please feel free to tell me so I can fix it!

[intricatechaosofyou]

I have a request for you

TW: mentions of being sick (like a cold)

Hey I'm feeling a bit sick so I was wondering if you could write how Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia,Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw would do that or something?

You don't have to I was just wondering

Sick Days

Pairing: x gn!reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: You’re not feeling well. Luckily the Navy’s best is a pretty good nurse. Just some headcanons about how our favorite flyboys react to you being sick :)

Request: yes

Warnings: being sick (symptoms similar to a head cold), medicine

Author’s note: this is my first request???? Wtf?? And I hope you feel better hun!! <3 this is actually a little late cause I got sick too so perfect timing haha. Also first time writing for most of these characters! I hope you enjoy!!

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Robert “Bob” Floyd:

My guy gets so worried

Does a quick little Google search to make sure he’s giving you the best medicine for your symptoms

He will make sure you’re so comfy in bed

You’re surrounded on all side by pillows and blankets and tissues

It’s a glorious nest

He’ll make you tea with honey to soothe your throat and help you drink it

Constantly checks in on you to make sure you’re still doing okay

Barely leaves your side

When he does, he’s texting you constantly

Like seriously, he’ll be in the kitchen and text you

[are you feeling alright?]

[Robby, you saw me thirty second ago]

[just checking]

Not to mention he cannot say no to you while you’re sick

You wanna watch that horror movie he despises? Anything for you

You wanted to know if he’d make his mama’s famous biscuits? Say no more

Literally pampers you

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw:

Mama Carol taught this boy the ✨best✨ soup recipe

Like it cures all

The second you sniffle or cough, he’s racing to the store to get the ingredients

Rooster is such an acts of service person, so he’d totally make this soup to show his love

He’ll do everything within his power to make you better: soup, make sure you get plenty of sleep, get your medicine, and if you claim a kiss will make you better? How can he resist

Definitely goes a little bit overboard in his caring

The softest, sweetest voice while he’s talking to you

“Hey, chicken. You gotta eat. I made my mom’s famous soup”

Will rub your back as he sings you to sleep

While you sleep, he gets the soup put away and makes dinner

Except to pampered, you will not be lifting a finger

No cooking, no cleaning for like a month after you get sick

Rooster’s taking care of it all (and if he misses his training, he’ll get Mav to understand)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin:

He’s a complicated man

You mention you’re sick and his immediate response is “don’t get me sick”

You cough or sneeze and he’s out of bed in an instant

And it’s hurts, like does he really prioritize not getting over your well being

You wallow in self pity for ten minutes until he comes back in with a box of tissues, cough medicine, some water, and a large glass of orange juice

“You were out of orange juice so I went to get some, babe”

He left to get you some “sick supplies” to get you better faster

Cause he’s a sweetheart when he wants to be, and he’s gotta make sure his sweetheart is good to go

He makes you stick to Navy routine:

Medicine every few hours, drinking a glass of water every hour, taking your temperature intermittently

It’s funny honestly, cause he’s never cared for the rules but the second you’re sick he’s the biggest stickler for the rules ever

“No, baby, you gotta take the medicine. It’ll help you feel better”

“Jakey, I don’t want to”

“C’mon, sooner you’re better, sooner I can kiss you”

You think over his words for a second before holding out your hand and letting him hand you the pills

He’s gonna get you better as soon as possible (he really misses your kisses)

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia:

He’s the type to try to distract you

You aren’t feeling well? Time to break out the jokes

Dances like an idiot when he delivers you soup or juice or anything like that

And don’t get me started on how intuitive he is (that’s what he gets from being a backseater)

You want soup? Stove’s already on

Need some water? Full glass is already ok the nightstand

Out of tissues? Where’d that new box come from?

Literally anticipates your every need

And if you just want cuddles? This is your man

He will cuddle your sickness away

“Babe, I don’t think that’s how it works” “shhhhhh”

He will let you lay your head on his chest as your watch dorky shows and he really earns his call sign as “Fanboy”

Definitely the one to subtly try and slip you medicine so you don’t notice and won’t taste it

One of the bestest boys to have with you while you’re sick 10/10

[dewdr0pz-alt]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Queen Angel Dust. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as angst or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊

summary: Val convinced you to sign the deal. & Angel Dust is terrified.

warnings: swearing, angst, Valentino is his own warning, mentions of SA, alcohol & drug consumption, mentions of a breakup, mentions of abuse, brief mention of suicide, gn!reader (except for the use of the nickname "princesa" & being called "gorgeous"), arguing

a/n: i saw this ask & immediately wanted to make this into a series!

tags: (as always, just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on the taglist!) @o-kye @lil-stormcloud @zuuriell @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx @vibestillax @zoexia @ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective @blu3-lemonad3 @myheartticks @joviepog @mochamuff1n @unbeleevable @danvstheworld

"C'mon, toots, just come to my drag show! You've been cooped up in ya room all day." Angel Dust pleaded, pacing back & forth in your room.

You were a newer resident of the Hazbin Hotel, mainly staying there to be with your friend Angel Dust. Redemption, however, was just an afterthought to you. Heaven didn't seem like that much fun. You were still supportive of Charlie's dream & helped in any way you could.

"What if he's there, Angel? What if he tries to hurt me again?" you sighed, burying yourself further in your pile of blankets.

"You really think I'm gonna let that dickhead fuck with ya?" Angel Dust raised a brow. "If we see him, we'll leave. How's that sound, suga?"

After a few moments of thinking, you slowly sat up in your bed. "Fine. Only because it's your show & I want to be supportive." Angel Dust smiled wide & gave you a hug while muttering a few "thank you"s.

"Go get ready, toots. I'll see ya downstairs."

"You're completely sure he won't be here?" you asked nervously.

"Dollface, even if that dickhead was here, you're too hot for him to approach," Angel chuckled. He opened the door for the club & let you walk in first, & your senses were immediately overloaded with the sight.

Bright neon lights flashed vibrant colors to the rhythm of the music, & the air reeked of drugs, horniness, demon sweat, & booze. You could hardly see anybody no more than ten feet ahead of you due to all of the dancing sinners in your way, all of which were either bouncing around to the music or heavily making out, tongue & all, their mixed drool dripping onto their chins & sometimes the floor.

You turned around to look for Angel, but somebody looking for a good time (or just a cure for boredom) dragged him away, leaving you all alone. Not knowing what else to do, you started looking for the bar. You had to push multiple sinners on your way (which resulted in heaping amounts of "Fuck you!"s & "Go kill yourself!"s in response), & when you finally got there, the seats were sticky in a mixture of mystery substances (that you had no interest in figuring out) & the bartender looked like she was one spilled drink away from ending it all.

"What can I get for you?" her monotonous voice distracted you from the scene of the bar.

"They'll be getting your best martini, on me," a mystery voice said behind you as a hand slithered up your back & landed on your shoulder. When you turned on, you were greeted by the sight of a fashionable moth man with a cigarette in his fingers, the pink smoke wrapping around you like a fuchsia vine.

"You're gorgeous!" the moth man exclaimed. "Do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck?"

You stayed silent & raised a confused eyebrow.

"Eh, you look like you can," the moth man shrugged. "The name's Valentino, princesa. Want me to make you more money than your pretty head could ever comprehend? It'll make you & me beyond rich. Sinners eat up demons like you, believe me."

You couldn't get another word out before a contract & pen appeared out of thin air. Valentino quickly talked about where you needed to sign, but you were spaced out. Somebody wanted you to work for them? Somebody wanted you? With a giddy smile on your face at the idea, you signed your name on the contract. You had just finished signing before you were covered by a tall spider. Angel Dust.

"What are you doing, Val?" Angel Dust asked angrily.

"Angel, baby, this princesa is your friend?" Val smiled. "Relax, Angel, I'm just making sure their looks are put to good use." Val was then brought somewhere else by two female sinners who looked like they were in desperate need of sex.

Angel whipped around & gripped your shoulders. "Please tell me you didn't sign those forms, toots, please."

You smiled sheepishly. "I-I kind of wanted a job-"

"Are you fuckin' crazy?!" Angel exclaimed furiously, shaking you a little. "Are you braindead?! Why the fuck would you sign that contract?! He owns your soul now! I've told you how much I hate that bald bitch!"

"That's who you work for?" you raised a brow. "I-I'm sorry, Angel, I didn't know that was-"

"Save your apologies," Angel huffed. "We're going back to the hotel." He grabbed your arm & dragged you out of the bar.

"Hope you like being exploited."

[baileypie-writes]

~Fine, I’ll Pay Attention to You~

Mayu Nekoyashiki + GN!Reader + Yuki Nekoyashiki

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Fandom: Wonderful Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

Word Count: 1,349

Synopsis: You felt as if Mayu’s cat, Yuki, didn’t like you very much. So Mayu invited you over to her house to bond with her.

Warnings: Yuki being sassy

Requested By: @the-broken-woman

~Masterlists~

~Wonderful Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

A/N ~ Whoopee! My first Wonderful Precure fanfic! Hope you enjoy it!

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Before you even met your friend Mayu Nekoyashiki, you’ve seen her cat, Yuki. The pure white cat is always sunbathing outside of the Pretty Holic store. You always thought she was so pretty, especially when the light would reflect off her fur, making it look like she was glowing.

For a while, you never knew her name, so you just called her “Kitty”. She’d always ignore you until you’d try to pet her. The moment you got a foot too close, she’d hop off her little platform and scurry away. Sometimes, she’d even hiss at you. So you just assumed she didn’t like you. And from then on, you’ve never done more than say hello when passing her.

You had no clue that Yuki belonged to Mayu until after you became friends. She mentioned that Pretty Holic was her mother’s store, and you immediately asked afterwards if she knew the cat. Of course, that led to you finding out. That made things a bit awkward for you, because you knew that it would make hanging out at her place uncomfortable. So when Mayu had shyly invited you over, you weren’t sure if you should.

“Hmm… I don’t know…” You pondered nervously.

“What’s wrong? Do you need to ask your parents?” Mayu asked while blushing, embarrassed that she may have asked at the wrong time.

“Oh, no. That’s not it….” You said, chuckling a bit.

“When what it is? If you don’t want to come over, that’s okay…” She mumbled.

“Oh, I do! It’s just that…” You tried coming up with the best way to say it. “Yuki doesn’t like me very much, so it might be awkward.”

“Huh?” Mayu exclaimed, not expecting your answer.

“She always ignores me when I talk to her, and runs away when I get too close. She’s hissed at me a few times too.” You explained.

After you said that, Mayu started giggling. “What’s so funny?” You asked, confused.

After letting herself continue for a few moments, she cleared her throat. “That’s just how Yuki is. She always pretends she doesn’t want attention. I’m sure once she gets to know you, she’ll love you!”

“Really?” Your face lit up with hope.

“Yeah! She’s actually really sweet!”

“Okay! Then I guess I will come over!” And with that confirmation, your confidence was restored enough to walk home with her.

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As you got closer to the Pretty Holic building, you began to feel your heart rate picking up speed. You really hoped that you could earn Yuki’s trust. Though, if you couldn’t, you would still accept defeat. Even if it would shatter your heart into pieces.

“Looks like Yuki’s inside.” Mayu observed. Upon looking at said cat’s usual sunbathing spot, you confirmed that she was correct. You were a bit disappointed, as you wanted to get it over with quicker.

Mayu opened the front door for you, and you thanked her. After stepping inside, you admired the pretty products lining the shelves. “Mom, I’m home!” Mayu called out. A very beautiful woman waltzed into the room just a moment later.

“Welcome home, Mayu! Oh! I see you’ve brought a friend! Welcome Mx…..?”

“I’m (full name). It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Nekoyashiki!” You bowed.

“Aw, it’s nice to meet you too dear!” She chuckled.

“They’re here to meet Yuki. Well, they’ve kind of already met, but (name) wants to get to know her better.” Mayu explained.

“Oh, how lovely! Yuki’s such a cute kitty! Now, I have to go check on some stock in the back, so I’ll see you later!”

“Okay, bye Mom!” Mayu waved.

“Bye!” You did the same.

“Bye-bye! Nyan-nyan-nyan~.” Mrs. Nekoyashiki sang all the way out of the room. Once her notes were no longer heard, Mayu turned to you.

“Let’s go to my room. That’s probably where Yuki is.” She said. She was clearly becoming a bit shy at the mention of her room, which was to be expected.

“Okay!” You replied, and began following Mayu.

Once you arrived in her room, you took in your surroundings. Her bedroom was so stylish! The teals and mint greens were refreshing to look at. The shelves and drawers that made up stairs that led to a loft were so unique. You also took note of the old fashioned sewing machine in the corner. “Wow!” You exclaimed. “Your room is so cool!”

“Oh.” Mayu blushed bashfully. “Thank you.” While avoiding your gaze, her eyes focused on the white blob that rested on her bed. “Oh look, it’s Yuki!” She pointed, walking over to the cat.

Your head immediately turned upon hearing that. As she said, Yuki was lying on her bed. Mayu knelt down to her level, and wrapped her arms around her, stuffing her face in her soft fur. But Yuki payed her no mind. Her eyes were on you instead, squinting, and her ears were nearly completely vertical. That was a sign that she was not happy to see you. Once she noticed your gaze, her head snapped away from you. “I don’t think she’s excited that I’m here.” You chuckled nervously.

“Yuki…” Mayu whined to the cat. “(name) just wants to be friends.” Yuki let out a quick, sassy meow. It sounded like the cat equivalent of a scoff.

You laughed nervously, not sure what to do. Mayu pulled back from her cat, looking back and forth from her to you. She frowned thoughtfully, trying to come up with an idea. Then, she saw something lying next to your hand, which rested on her desk. “Hey (name),” she said, pointing to it. “maybe try that.”

“Hm?” A bit confused, you looked in the direction of her finger. It was a cat toy; a stick with a pom pom hanging from a string. “Oh! Okay.”

You grabbed the toy, clutching it near your chest. Slowly and carefully, you shuffled towards the feline. “Hey Yuki.” You greeted as calmly as you could. At that point, she still refused to look at you.

It wasn’t until the pom pom dangled above her, that her face changed from her intimidating glare. From seeing the soft ball swaying, her pupils dilated, and her tail started twirling. You knew this was a sign of playfulness.

Not saying a word, as to not break her focus, you began moving the stick. This caused the pom pom to sway even more. Yuki’s body scrunched up, her rear raising a bit in a pouncing position. You changed nothing about your actions, and just waited.

After a few moments, she shot up, swatting the pom pom furiously with her paw. A huge smile spread across your face. You looked to Mayu, who smiled excitedly as well. As Yuki continued to play, Mayu got out her phone, and began filming.

The game went on for a few minutes, before Yuki grabbed onto the pom pom with her claws, yanking the toy out of your hands completely. She lied back down, holding it between her paws. You and Mayu laughed, not minding the defeat at all.

You finally decided to take a risk, and try to pet her. Slowly, you reached your hand forward, aiming for her little head. Her eyes locked onto it, but it didn’t seem as if she was going to do anything. Your palm and fingers brushed against her white fur, and you tensed, expecting a hiss or scratch. But neither came.

As you moved your hand down from her head to her back, Yuki didn’t show any signs of bother. As your hand moved back up to her head yet again, it took you by surprise when she head butted it. You knew this meant she wanted more pets from you, so you happily obliged.

You never thought you’d ever be petting Yuki. But there you were, your touch being welcomed by her. You were overjoyed by the fact that she was finally paying attention to you, and that she didn’t despise you. You were so caught up in your adoration, that you didn’t notice the snapping sound of Mayu taking a picture of the two of you.

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[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 15: Walla Walla

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.1k tags: @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth, @h0n3y-l3m0n05 first|next

The party lasted until the wee hours of the morning - as all your parties usually did. Everyone was drinking, both alcoholic and nonalcoholic, and partying hard. The night was filled with endless laughing and catching up. It'd been quite a while since you were able to meet like this - all at once. It was a good feeling.

You felt at peace for the first time in a long time. 

When you woke up, it was well into the afternoon and you were still the first one awake. You went to move, only to find Dive sprawled across your lap. Sometimes you wonder if she was a cat in a past life. Specifically your cat, too.

She was a pretty heavy sleeper so moving out from under her wasn't too hard. You maneuvered around all your friends passed out every which way in every spot. You loved seeing it. Everyone looked so peaceful. It reminded you of your early days of college.

You made your way into the kitchen and started cooking up breakfast. You made sure to get plenty of everything to cover all the bases. You knew all your friends' allergies and preferences despite the large number of you. You made sure to accommodate everyone. Just as Killer used to. 

For a moment you paused, your mind floating away as you thought about the way things used to be. Your old routine - your old life. You missed the old times. Waking up next to Killer, roughhousing with Kid, gossiping with Wire, getting into trouble with Heat - you missed it all. They were the ones who were also there every step of your mother’s illness and through death. They were there your entire life basically. They had been all you knew.

And they threw it all away for fame.

SMACK!

You were suddenly ripped from your thoughts as something hit the back on your head…and hard. You yelped, rubbing the back of your head and looking next to you. To no surprise, it was Hop. She had her hand on her hip as she stared at you. “You know why,” she said before you could even say anything.

You frowned deeply and turned back to your task at hand, knowing she was right. You knew exactly why but you didn’t know how the hell she always knew when they were on your mind. Or how she always materialized at the right time.Though, you supposed that you always were teleported elsewhere, so it was probably easy. 

“We had a good time last night, don’t let them ruin it.” She moved around the kitchen, grabbing some stuff to help with breakfast.

“I know, I know,” you mumbled as you flipped eggs. Luckily, she had caught you just in time. Any longer and they would’ve been burned.

“We’re about to change our own lives. We’re going to make it big - bigger than them, even,” she said with a small snort. You smiled and nodded, a fond look on your face. She was right. You guys achieved a large goal that you thought was a pipedream. DQE was such a large label and they were so picky with their choices, that you thought they’d never come for you. You thought your concept might’ve been too experimental and abstract for a while there.

It was a miracle.

You took a deep breath and nodded. The next phase of your plan was to begin. What was that? You…weren’t sure. Honestly, you never thought you’d make it this far. You needed to expose them somehow. Or humiliate them. You just…didn’t know how to do any of that. You needed to see how everything was going over there before you really made a decision. You just wanted to be able to tear them down somehow.

As you made breakfast and the smell wafted through your empty house to the slumbering people, everyone started waking up. They were all starving and craving something greasy and disgusting. Something heavy and hangover curing - something you were an expert in. Years of partying made it easy to know all the do’s and don’ts of curing hangovers.

After everyone had their fill, it was time to clean. You were lucky to have good friends as they all helped clean before they slowly started leaving. Hop left with a group of them to take them back to the airport. They were only in town for the party, after all. 

Once everyone was out of the house and it was just you four again, it was evening by this time. You did some last minute super cleaning. Making sure that everything was thoroughly cleaned out. 

“Everything finished?” You looked up as Dive and Bubblegum came down the stairs from their runthrough of the upstairs. 

Dive nodded as she bounded over. “All clean.”

You nodded, pulling out four shot glasses. “Well, it’s officially our last night here.” You looked at them as they all took their glasses. There was a solemn look on all your faces. You were officially leaving. Moving on. You had no idea what was in store for you.

You’d been in this town your entire life. You were about to leave everything you knew behind and start the next leg of your journey with your friends. Everything was so vastly different within the last couple of years, but it was turning out alright. You weren’t as angry in your heart anymore, but you had to stick this through to the end. No matter what that ended up being.

“Here’s to the next leg of our journey.” You didn’t have a lot to say. You weren’t good at that and the four of you weren’t too cheesy like that anyway. 

You all clinked your shots before taking them. Then the four of you headed off to bed, having a long road ahead of you in the morning.

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The trip there was long. However, this time you took your time. You gave yourselves plenty of time to get there, so there wasn’t any rush. There were some places you stopped to see, different foods to try. You took your time enjoying everything because you weren’t sure when you’d be able to again. You weren’t sure how much free time you were going to have once you got there, how much they might end up working you.

Since you already had a solid fanbase and your name was out there, you weren't exactly working from the ground up so some of those things might come a little easier. You wouldn’t have to push yourselves so hard - you lucked out with that. You knew these companies were notorious for overworking their staff if they started from the beginning.

When you arrive at the building, you feel the anxiety creeping into every part of your being. What if you were found out? What if you ran into them? What would you say? What would you do? Would you be able to hold back? It was just like it was a couple of years ago. It was as if no time passed, you were just as nervous.

“Hey.” You looked over at Hop and she shook her head. “They’re on tour right now anyway.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. She was right. You needed to keep an even head so that you could catch anything off about things. You were the one who was familiar with legalities and business practices. This is what you went to college for, after all. Time to put that degree to some use. And they weren’t here - they were on tour. You didn’t have to worry about running into them just yet. 

The four of you threw on your gear and headed into the building. Now that your identity was in disguise, you felt better - more confident. You wondered if that one receptionist was still working here and if she was still rude. Or maybe it would be a different story considering you weren’t here to see someone but were going to work here.

Before entering the building, Dive stopped everyone. “We need a picture.” She ran the band’s social media and was planning on announcing the signing later today, so pictures were a good thing to do. And just the memories to look back on would also be nice.

After taking a group photo in front of the sign with their logo on it, you walked into the building, feeling your heart in your throat. It all looked relatively the same, but at the same time, you don’t really remember what it looked like last time. You were in such a bad mental state and so frazzled that you didn’t really take in your surroundings. Everything seemed the same but you also didn’t have anything to base it off of.

The woman behind the counter was the same, however - that much you remember. She looked up at the four of you, blinking several times as she took you in. She spoke slowly, unsure of what was going on. “Can I…help you?”

You spoke up, saying your group name and that you were here to see Corazon. Her face lit up and she nodded. “Oh! He did tell me about you! Give me just a moment here.” She fumbled around her desk for a moment before pulling out a notebook and fanning through it. “Ah, here.”

She smiled up at you. “Follow me, please.” She stood up, heading around the desk and down the hallway. She was much nicer than the last time you were here. Probably because you didn’t look like some crazy, deranged fans this time. You were here for business. You were going to bring in money - hopefully. 

The four of you followed in silence as the woman guided you through the building. She was chattering away, explaining the history of the building, where things were, yadda, yadda, yadda. You were memorizing the layout, though this place was much bigger than you were seeing. You would have to go exploring sometime. You just liked to be familiar with places you were going to frequent.

“Well, you guys sure are a talkative bunch,” the woman before you said with a small huff. None of you had said anything the entire time. Which was on brand for your image, but could come off as rude to some

“We’re just…listening. You’re very knowledgeable.” You nod towards her and she seems to accept that answer - smiling and wiggling her shoulders in delight. “Thank you. I do know a lot about this place. Been with the Donquixotes a long time.”

She went back to yapping now that you’ve validated her. You already knew everything she was talking about since you had done extensive research, but you let her continue on. It was just easier that way.

She stopped in front of an open door, revealing an empty conference room. She held up her hand, showcasing it. “This is where you’ll wait for Cora. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call. The phone on the table there has a direct line to my desk. My name is Baby 5, by the way.” 

You thanked her, noting her odd name, and headed into the room. She closed the door after the four of you were completely inside, leaving you alone.

You look around for a moment before heading over to the large window in the room, looking down. The building was quite tall and overlooked the entire city. “Wow,” you mumbled, starting to feel some vertigo. You stepped back, holding your head. “We’re fuckin’ high.”

You’ve never been in such a large, fancy building like this. You stuck to small motels because they were cheap and you didn’t mind them. You were never there long anyway.

Dive immediately glued herself to the window, bouncing in excitement. “Oh, wow! That’s so cool!” She whipped out her phone, taking a selfie with the townscape in the background, probably also to be added to the post later. Whenever she posted several photos at once, there were always a couple with her taking some weird selfies. The fans loved it.

Bubblegum didn’t even bother going over there, he had a weird things with heights. Didn’t fuck with it. Hop was right next to Dive, enjoying the view and taking photos with her.

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[1intrusivethoughts1]

Angels have green hair

Yamaguchi Tadashi x gn!reader

warnings: none really, angst, post time skip, pining (readers side), no use of Y/n, reader knew him in HS, 1k words, kinda short

Angelic. That was the first word that came to mind when you first saw Yamaguchi Tadashi. 

When you met him in elementary school, saw him again in high school, and now. Now as you stand, watching him afar, the flowers making him look as pretty as ever.

Work had you drained, wanting nothing more than to slip into the confines of your ever so comfy bed. Wanting to feel the cozy pajamas and blanket you had just recently bought. Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by a piece of paper blowing onto your foot. Scrunching your nose, you pick it up and skim the words. Oh? Botanical garden? Sounds…oddly comforting. 

You took the paper as a sign that you needed to go. Nodding your head at the thought as you walked towards the address. It seemed sketchy, but then again you assume everything is. The entrance is cozy and cute. With a decorated arch with a sign hanging. “Open from 9-10 every day! 5$ at the booth.”

You hummed, it wasn’t expensive. Digging through your bag as you walked toward the front, you pulled out five bucks. Handing the cash to the kind lady, you walked inside the gates.

It was breathtaking, seeing the variety of flowers and colors. The vibrant and dull contrast, paired with a fountain and fairy lights topped it off. Awe struck through you, taking a moment to just appreciate the amazing set up. You then walked along the grey stone path, eyes dancing from flower to flower. 

The wonderful scent of peony filled your nose as you turned a new corner. Bending down, you delicately ran your fingertips along the flower petal before leaning in to breathe in its scent. Flowers always had a comforting feeling, especially when enjoyed on a late afternoon. 

You stood up, dusting yourself to rid anything collected in your clothes. The continued walk through the peaceful garden was nice; bending down every now and then to inspect another flower that peaked your interest. You spotted another fountain up a head, deciding to walk closer. The adorable fountains were a wonderful touch. Walking closer, you noticed something behind the fountain. Or was it someone? To cure your curiosity, you cautiously walked around to peek at the obscure figure.

Then you saw him. Yamaguchi Tadashi. The one you had loved in high school; admittedly still having feelings even now. The one who you had always believed in, and looked up too. 

He still had a similar hairstyle, though it was trimmed a bit shorter. He was now much taller and muscular, though he still had that kind look on his face.

The setting made him just as angelic as you remembered, a warm feeling rushing through you as you set eyes on him again. 

“Tadashi…?” The words came out of your lips before you could stop them. His brows furrowed before turning to your direction. Once he saw you, his eyes lit up, a sense of familiarity rushing through them.

“[Name]?” He said, his voice soft and gentle. He took a few steps closer to you, almost as if he was in disbelief of seeing you here. Then again, it was a surprise to say the least, seeing him here out of all places and at the same time.

“God, it’s been ages! How’ve you been?” You smiled and walked a bit closer to him.

He sighed, a smile following after as he placed a hand behind his neck. He had traces of hard work, and tiredness around his eyes.

“I’ve been busy, an athletic trainer isn’t as easy as I imagined.” He joked, his tone cheery. The fairy lights strung across the trees brought out his hidden facial features he had developed from age. You didn’t stare for long.

“I can imagine. Must be nice to be finally settled!” You said with a grin, having heard from Tsukishima that Yamaguchi had landed the job he always wanted. Now keeping him from hopping around the country.

“Yup, me and Yuna have been settling great in the new house.” He said, a smile adorning his face as he mentioned his wife.

The familiarity you had with him for a moment left once he brought up the other girl.

“I’m happy for you two.” You said, though it was a lie. Feeling awful for how selfish you felt, though your heart was telling you otherwise. He was happy with her though, and that part did make you happy. 

Not much was said after that, apparently he had to run. His wife had asked him for groceries; Yamaguchi chuckling and blaming the weird food choices on pregnancy cravings. You laughed along, though you felt sick. 

He waved a goodbye and jogged off. You stood there, wanting nothing more than to lay down and cry. Love was so stupid, it made you feel stupid. Years and years, you had hoped he would want you. Love you like he did with her. 

But she was his, and you were not.

Walking back to your lonely apartment, you felt a certain sort of emptiness. The sickness in your stomach never going away, the urge to drop to your knees and cry never left. You would never be with him in the way you wanted, never. You had to accept that, even if it hurt. 

One thing you would always know, was your selfishness and jealousy.

Jealous of the woman who was blessed with a green haired angel in her life. 

[collinrobinsonsglasses]

Hi I really liked ur too gentle to be a pirate slow burn for Izzy, and I wondered if you could do something similar but for steddyhands or ed teach

Blackbeard X Reader (GN)

This will be a series. A slow burn with Edward Teach before meeting Stede. Edward and Stede are end game, but it's fun to imagine what a relationship with younger Edward would have been like.

Home Sweet Home

Edward stood tall, the rough wood of the ship’s railing pressing against his chest as he leaned over the side, his gaze fixed on the distant silhouette of Bristol, his hometown. The salty sea air stirred, sending a cool breeze through his black beard and eliciting a shiver down his spine. Perhaps it was more than just the chill; his gaze drifted to the spot on the dock that haunted his nightmares– the very place where he had ended his father’s life many years ago. He had returned a few times since setting sail aboard The Ranger under Benjamin Hornigold, a fierce pirate captain who proved to be both lethal and a pain in Edward’s ass. He never looked forward to docking in his hometown, especially after his mother’s passing. For him, there was nothing left here anymore. 

He felt a large hand forcefully slap him on the back, and he turned to see Calico Jack at his side, his hair messily strung in a ponytail down his back. A large mustache graced his face, and a cocky grin spread across his features. 

“Blackie, I’m ready to blow off some steam tonight. Hornigold has been such a dick,” Calico Jack exclaimed, his voice laced with amusement as always. 

“Poor fucking Felix,” Edward whispered to himself, his thoughts dwelling on the torment the young cabin boy had endured that week. 

“Oh yeah. The crab thing?” Jack responded casually. “That was pretty fucked up.” 

A beat of silence hung between the two of them before Calico Jack continued, swiftly brushing past the memory of the live crab crawling its way through the boy’s stomach, ultimately killing him. 

“Luckily for you, I have the best cure for a shitty week: drinking and screwing.” 

That’s how Edward found himself in multiple rundown bars throughout Bristol, never once letting it slip to Jack that this was his hometown. Even though he considered Jack one of his closer shipmates, it was a common rule among pirates to keep your past to yourself. You never knew who might turn against you, or who you could truly trust. Ed had only a few drinks, determined to keep his wits sharp in this unsettling city. He let Jack believe he had been participating more heavily, knowing it was easy to deceive him, especially once he himself had started drinking. 

Jack chose the last bar of the night, hoping for better luck in his pursuits for sex than the previous establishments. Ed and Jack both entered, their attention immediately drawn to you, for different reasons. You were there, serving drinks with a forced smile, weariness evident in your demeanor as you interacted with the patrons. The moment Edward laid eyes on you, memories from the past flooded back, recalling the nights you had snuck away from home late at night, sharing secrets by the dock, and exploring the city together hand in hand. You were his childhood sweetheart, and even now, Edward couldn’t help but find you to be one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 

However, he couldn’t ignore Jack’s predatory and intense stare directed at you, realizing that Jack also found you attractive. A surge of jealousy and protectiveness swept over Edward, despite nothing ever truly happening between the two of you. He didn’t like the idea of Calico Jack’s hands on you, especially considering where those hands had been. 

Edward kept his eyes fixed on you as you approached their table, noting the fleeting moment of recognition in your widened eyes before you composed yourself. “What are you two drinking tonight?” your voice reached him, and he allowed his gaze to momentarily drift away from your face, catching the expression on Jack’s features. Edward knew Jack well enough to anticipate that he was on the verge of saying something fucking stupid. 

“I think I’d like a taste of you, if that’s available,” Jack slurred drunkenly, reaching his hand to grab your waist. Edward watched intently as you gracefully dodged his advances, a flicker of annoyance crossing your features. 

Edward observed as you shot him a curious glance, your eyes transitioning into a look of cool calmness. Sliding one hand onto the table, you leaned in, tilting your head and offering Jack a wicked smile. “It’s available. But there’s only one small issue for you.” 

“What’s that?” Jack asked, his grin widening as his eyes roved over you from head to toe. Edward felt a knot tighten in his stomach at the interaction, a sense of unease settling over him. He considered how satisfying it would be to punch Jack in this moment for looking at you that way. But he knew he had to keep his cool; otherwise, he’d risk people discovering who he was. 

“I have standards,” you whispered in response, your eyes alight with amusement as you watched the smile drop from Jack’s face. 

“Just rum,” Edward cut in quickly, attempting to conceal a smile. 

“Rum it is,” you replied smoothly, before gracefully making your way back to the bar. Edward observed you with admiration, noticing how you seemed unfazed by Jack’s advances. 

Jack changed the subject quickly, as he tended to do whenever he was utterly rejected. Edward had seen this pattern throughout this whole night. As Jack prattled on about a prank he had pulled on one of their shipmates, Edward found himself drifting in thought, his gaze repeatedly drawn to you. Each time your eyes met, you exchanged warm smiles, a silent understanding passing between you. Jack appeared too intoxicated to notice these subtle interactions. 

When Jack excused himself, announcing loudly that he needed to whiz, Edward seized the opportunity to sidle up to the bar, eager to talk with you. Ed watched as your delicate hands expertly wiped down glasses, lost in the rhythm of your movements, until you noticed his presence and glanced up from your work. As your eyes met, Edward felt a silly smile spread across his face, a warmth flooding his chest as if he were a teenage boy again. 

“Edward Teach,” you sang softly, returning a calm smile to him while continuing your work. 

“Born on a beach,” Ed replied, his words sounding somewhat stupid to his own ears, until the sound of your laughter reached him. It was a beautiful sound, one he had forgotten in the midst of everything he had gone through since he left. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked curiously. 

Ed watched as your eyes briefly shifted down to focus on the glass you were holding. He couldn’t help but wonder if you felt the same nervousness he did at this unexpected encounter. It wasn’t like you to show vulnerability easily, always the stronger one between the two of them. Edward recalled how he had been an emotional child growing up, until his father had beaten that out of him. In contrast, you had always been his rock in Bristol, the one who kept him steady. Edward knew that your childhood had been as difficult as his, but you only ever mentioned it briefly in all the time he knew you. You had once opened up to him about your cruel sister and mother, with your father being the softener presence in your household. 

“Just passing through,” Edward replied, his eyes briefly flicking towards the door as a very drunk Jack stumbled back into the bar. “When are you finished with work?” 

“An hour or so,” you answered calmly, meeting his gaze before giving a weary glance towards Jack. 

“Meet me at our old spot once you’re done?” Edward suggested with a smile, sliding enough coins across the bar to cover their drinks and leaving a few extra for you. 

“It’s a date,” you replied teasingly. Edward felt his heart rate increase at your words, but he only responded with a wink. Quickly, he moved towards Jack in the doorway, attempting to usher him out onto the street and back to the ship. 

After dumping Jack’s drunken body back in his bunk, Edward made his way back to the shore, heading to a familiar spot under the docks. He settled onto the sand, his heart racing with anticipation as he eagerly turned his head towards any sound he thought might be you. As he waited, Edward tried to convince himself to play it cool, to show you how much he had changed since you last saw him. He wanted to prove he was different now, that he had grown and matured in his time at sea. 

Finally, you arrived, holding up a bottle of rum with a mischievous grin before settling onto the sand next to him. Your knee casually rested against his leg, and though you didn’t seem to notice, that physical touch consumed Edward’s attention until you began to speak. 

"Edward Teach," you whispered, gazing at him as if he wasn't really in front of you. "You finally grew up enough to grow a beard."

"Fuck off," Edward replied with a chuckle.

Your laughter echoed under the wooden slats of the dock. "You were always complaining about how you wanted a beard. You said that only real men were able to grow a beard, and you were ready to be a man."

Edward forced himself to roll his eyes, feigning annoyance at your teasing, though he secretly relished every moment of being next to you.

"I forgot you were such a dick."

"Well, it's good you came back, so I could remind you," you quipped, nudging your shoulder against him in a familiar gesture from your younger days.

How are you?" Edward whispered softly, his gaze filled with genuine concern, as if being in this spot had reminded him of all the shit you had both faced. 

Edward watched as your expression darkened at his question. "My dad is sick, so I'm taking care of him and trying to work enough to keep us going, but I’m doing well enough" you replied somberly. Despite your words, Edward sensed a hint of reassurance in your tone, as if you were trying to convince yourself that everything was indeed fine. 

Edward slid his fingers through yours, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, and you responded with a grateful smile at the gesture. Despite the warmth exchanged between you, Edward sensed that you weren't going to expand further on your life. 

You took a swig from the bottle of rum before handing it to him. "How about you, big bad pirate? You seem to be keeping great company," you remarked sarcastically, your expression indicating you were referring to the brief interaction you had with Jack. A feeling of embarrassment washed over him.

"Calico Jack is an ass, but he isn't that bad once you get to know him."

"Calico Jack?" you gawked at the name, finding it amusing. 

Edward realized it was a silly name. All pirates tend to pick ridiculous names for their alter ego. Edward included.

"Pirates tend to pick new names. It’s his alter egos, I guess," Edward explained, watching your eyes study his face intently.

A mischievous grin spread across your face. "What's your pirate name, Edward?"

"I would tell you if you weren't such a dick," Edward whispered back, leaning his face closely to yours. He knew you would laugh at him, especially after already teasing him about his beard.

Your fingers grasped his tighter, and you moved to perch on your knees, staring at him intently. "You have to tell me," you insisted, your smirk adding to the mischievous glint in your eyes. Edward's gaze shifted from your smirk to your lips, and he couldn't help but wonder how they would taste, whether they would feel as soft as he imagined against his own. Despite growing up together, he had never kissed you, but the thought had lingered in his mind as a distant fantasy.

As if realizing he had not responded and where he had been staring, Edward quickly succumbed to your question, hoping you hadn't read his thoughts. "Blackbeard," he whispered.

Your laughter rang out, just as he had anticipated, but it was music to his ears.

"I should have guessed," you replied with a giggle, running a finger gently across his chin. Edward felt a shift in the air, similar to what he felt before a storm, as he realized how close the two of you were now. "Blackbeard," you repeated softly, seeming to savor the name. He enjoyed hearing his new name on your tongue. "You really are a man now," you added, your eyes tracing his face.

Edward had to resist the urge to kiss you; every part of his body was screaming for you, yearning to show you how much of a man he had become. But he knew you deserved better than him. You always had. Kissing you right now would only complicate things, and you didn't deserve that with everything else you had going on. Instead, he bumped his shoulder against yours, echoing your earlier gesture.

You both stayed up talking the rest of the night, watching as the sun rose above the shoreline, until its golden rays crested the blue waters rolling before you both. Reluctantly, Edward made his way back to the ship, his hand wrapped in yours again, wishing he could hold onto it forever. He stopped at a place far enough away where he knew no one on The Ranger could see him.

"Are you ever coming back here?" you asked quietly. Edward saw the pain in your eyes and felt thankful that he hadn't kissed you; it might have been impossible to leave if he had.

"I don't know," Edward replied honestly.

He watched as your expression changed into an easy smile, knowing you had pushed down that other emotion that threatened to break through. He had seen you do that plenty of times growing up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his arms found your waist, squeezing you closely to him. He savored how your body felt against his, not knowing if this would be the last time he held you. You loosened your grip on him first, causing him to let you go, and you began making your way back to town. He watched as you walked away, feeling the tug in his heart to follow you, then you turned back towards him.

"I like the beard, Ed," you said, your eyes narrowing as if you were making a decision on whether to say something further. Then you spoke again. "Next time you come back, find me again." Before he could respond, you turned to walk again.

If he sailed here again, there was no doubt in his mind that he would go to any length to find you. He knew that fact even before you asked. He had left this life behind, but you were the one piece of the past he would relish in when he was back. As the ship set sail, instead of leaving his former home with relief like he expected, longing sat in his heart. He hoped Hornigold would choose to return to Bristol soon.

[harudnae]

Alright! Yesterday I posted hurt, let's balance that out with some fluff, shall we?

This is the last reader-insert I've wrapped up for the Great Draft Eradication Plan ✊

Today's fic is a Gaban x Reader one-shot! I'm amazed it took me so long to realize that I really enjoy writing the tension just before people realize their attraction to each other.

(And if you think I'm done with the Roger Pirates' Monster Trio you're mistaken. I have a mini-series that's almost done and it's next in the pipe 😏)

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.02.01

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Gaban x GN!Reader

Summary: Sometimes obliviousness can be cured with cold weather and some well-intentioned teasing.

Content warnings : fluff, obvious & oblivious crush, teasing (blame Rayleigh), no pronouns used for Reader, no body description either

Word count: ~700

❄️ Cold feet, warm heart

The Oro Jackson is getting closer to a winter island, you can tell by the way the air has been getting colder lately.

Everyone bundles in their coats and grab their blankets to roll into when they're on watch.

You don't mind much the lower temperature as you rest your elbows on the railing, breathing in the chilly sea breeze. The water around the ship seems silvery gray under the cloudy sky, and you wonder if it's going to snow soon. You shiver at a colder gust of wind. You'll grab your coat once you get back to the lower decks, for now you quickly rub your arms to stimulate your blood flow.

"Are you cold, (y/n)?"

You turn your head around to Gaban and shrug. "A little, but it's okay."

"Don't go and get sick , now." He shrugs his own coat off and wraps it around your shoulders. " There."

You blink as you absentmindedly curl into it, it's too big for your smaller frame but it only provides more warmth. " T hanks", you murmur, a shy smile on your lips as you bury your head into the collar. You never dared to hug him but it's the next best thing, with his body warmth and his scent all around you. You try your best to hide your heated cheeks as you snuggle into Gaban's coat, then you look back up at him.

He's leaning onto the railing now too, wearing warm clothes and a thick scarf to shield him from the cold.

"Aren't you going to be cold, too?"

He smiles. "Don't worry, I can stand much worse."

You exhale a quiet, "Okay." You gaze at him as he turns back to the sea, a content grin curving his lips.

"Ah! Finally!"

You turn around.

Rayleigh's a little further on the deck, smirking. "I was wondering when you'd get together, it's been long overdue."

Your cheeks heat up after he casually dropped that, and you squeak, "What!?"

Rayleigh's smile widens. "You're wearing his coat, that's cute."

Your ears are burning now, and you struggle to find a decent comeback.

Gaban retorts, "I just offered it because (y/n) was cold. Cut the crap."

Rayleigh cocks his head to the side. "Oh? I could have sworn you two had a thing for each other..." He laughs. "Don't mind me, then. Oh, by the way, have you seen Roger?" And off he goes, without even waiting for an answer.

You take a deep breath and try to calm down your heartbeat as you glare back into the sea. Damn, Rayleigh... What did he mean, we have "a thing for each other"? I mean– I do but... Gaban?

"I'm sorry about Rayleigh", Gaban says as he comes back next to you, "He's a jerk."

Of course he's sorry, he's not interested the way I am. You slump down a little over the railing. "Yeah, he is."

Gaban sighs. "I guess I'm pretty obvious, huh?"

You open wide eyes at that, and your heart starts racing again.

"Yeah, I'm sorry... That's why Rayleigh acted like this. He's been a little shit trying to convince me to talk to you, and I told him I wouldn't because I know you're not into me, but he keeps insisting."

You blink in disbelief. "What?"

"I don't mean to be awkward, I–"

You tilt your head to the side. "No, no, wait. You said you were...?"

He clears his throat and awkwardly rubs his neck. "Um, obvious. Obviously attracted to you, that is."

You snuggle tighter into his coat, hiding a creeping smile as you look at him from under. "Well, I'm flattered, but... Who said I wasn't into you?"

He blinks. "What?"

You glance around and confirm that there's just the two of you left on this part of the deck, then you slide a little to the side, closer to Gaban. "Rayleigh's a jerk, but he's right", you quietly say, gazing back into the sea with your ears burning.

"Oh." Gaban huffs a short laugh, then he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against him. "We'll thank him later, then."