Like I know it’s established that Martin is the one that gets jealous, but what if Jon secretly gets jealous too and doesn’t know how to deal with it?
Maybe Martin has a hookup in early season 1, nothing serious, and Jon overhears Tim teasing him about it. He can’t explain that burning feeling he gets in his gut at the thought of someone else being with Martin, but he brushes it off, it’s nothing, he hates Martin and he shouldn’t care what he does outside of work, right?
Maybe someone who comes to the institute to make a statement starts hitting on Martin, and before you can even proceeds it Jon’s there and angrily ushering them out of the institute. No one’s ever seen him that upset at a client before, but if anyone asks or teases him about it, he brushes it off as “unprofessional” and tells them to get back to work.
What if Tim starts flirting with Martin? We all know he’s a flirty guy, serious or not. The glare Jon shoots Tim the moment he starts could kill a man. Either Tim stops fully for the fear of his life or keeps going just to piss Jon off. Either way he teases the both of them for it, making fun of Jon for his overprotective tendencies for the man he “definitely doesn’t like” and hinting to Martin that Jon is definitely into him in his own weird way.
I haven't done a request on Tumblr in a while so I sure hope I'm doing this right, but maybe playful sparring with a short ghoul reader with antlers vs Mountain? I've seen some incredible art where he's got antlers. bonus points if it ends in a sleepy snuggle
- Antlered anon
Mountain x Antlered!Ghoul!Reader
A/N: This scratches something in my transmasc brain for some reason, something something being a trans man means growing your own antlers something, don't mind me (I did leave this GN)
Sparring with Mountain would start with a playful little shove from you
He would jokingly shove you back, but at first that would be the most he is willing to do
Since you're so small compared to him, he's a bit unsure of trying to spar with you, afraid of hurting you
but if you keep insisting, he'd give in
It would happen in the ghoul den, with enough mattresses on the ground to make sure neither of you fall too hard
You two stand on opposite ends. waiting to see who will makes the first move, before you leap forward
You crash into him, trying to tackle him down to the ground as quick as he can, but he reacts faster than you expect, quickly flipping you around, off him, and back on your feet just as quickly as you lunged at him
He's quick to get back on you, but you attempt to use his height to your advantage and crawl on him
It ends up in a power struggle, and both your antlers end up clashing together
Each clack against one another just adds more fuel to the fire, the power struggle becoming more and more intense
Mountain is, however, very careful of your antlers, afraid to chip or break them, especially if they had just recently started growing in
Mountain would more than likely let you win, afraid to hurt your ego as much as your body
Unless you had begged him to give it his all or had pushed his buttons just a little too much
It ends with the two of you down on the ground, a giggly tangle of limbs
Once both of your breathing returns to normal, Mountain would move the two of you into a more normal, comfortable position
He'd want to be a gentleman and get you some water, but if you say you don't need anything then trust he will not be moving from that position
With all the energy the two of you spent, it doesn't take long for both your eyelids to start feeling heavy, and the mattresses on the floor seem rather comfortable
Don't worry though. mountain won't fall asleep before you do, but once you're out, he curls his body around you protectively and falls asleep on top of you
A/N: I wrote this to calm myself down about having a panic attack over my dad having cancer, but I kept this general so it can be read as any panic attack or intrusive thoughts
Breath
Hiccups, sobs.
Try to breathe again.
No, it’s not working,.
It’s picking up again, damnit, the tears won’t stop.
The thoughts pick up too. What if… it’ll happen…
No, stop.
Keep breathing.
You run your hands through your hair, trying to ground yourself again.
The tears keep coming, despite the tireless efforts to clam yourself down. Remember your therapist’s words. None of this is real, none of those thoughts are real.
You’re okay, you’re safe, nothings wrong.
Time passes quicker than you can process it, curled up in bed and tears staining your face.
Quick breaths, in, out.
And again, before you process, another presence, one you surely knew was going to come if you were still in the right headspace. You must’ve forgotten by this point.
Another person’s body beside you, their weight and warmth grounding you back to reality, the soft sheets below you, the small sound of a fan going somewhere in your room.
A familiar presence, a familiar scent, a familiar touch.
He’s here with you, shushing you, filling your head with him, leaving no room for those awful thoughts.
It’s just him.
Every hiccup, every sob, every explanation is quickly shushed.
Theres a bounce in the way he holds you, almost as if comforting a crying infant.
Your breath evens, tears slowing, exhaustion slowly taking over fear and anxiety.
The presence pulls you closer, his arms tight around you, almost like a weighted blanket.
You close your eyes.
And he slowly lowers you to bed, still shushing you.
No words are spoken, none are needed.
He tucks you in, his fingers running through your hair, making sure to keep that pressure on you.
Can I request Guzma with an Ex-champion turned Pokémon Professor and researcher Male S/O? (If possible enemies to lovers..?)
S/O also happens to be Selene/Elio's Uncle because I love funny and chaotic interactions/scenarios.
Guzma With an Ex-Champion S/O
A/N: Ah yes, I love writing for this man <3
Male Reader
Being a champion was a childhood dream of yours
You worked day and night to get to where you were, putting as much energy as possible into your pokemon
But one person was always bothering you, getting in your way
that of course, was Guzma
it was almost he made it his mission to make your life as hard as possible
Every single time you were making progress, he would come and challenge you to a battle
Sometimes he was easy to beat, and some times you'd have to spend hours leveling up your pokemon to beat him
Eventually you made it to champion rank
You did it, you achieved your childhood dream
But it wasn't everything you imagined
Sure, it was a great feeling and that high lasted for a while, but soon it started to get tiring
You eventually realized that a life of fame wasn't for you, so once you had been beaten, you easily stepped down from your position
You turned your time to researching pokemon instead, something you found yourself to be surprisingly passionate about
But you did find yourself missing something
It was Guzma
Sure, he was irritating when he'd step in and make thing harder, but you missed the excitement he'd bring
One day, you did run into him again
Unfortunately, it was when he was battling your niece/nephew
You were honestly surprised he was up to the same shenanigans
He was shocked when you confronted him, surprised to see you, and honestly a little embarrassed from getting caught battling kids because they got on his nerves
Instead of scolding him, like you initially wanted to, you decided to invite him out to get lunch together instead
He was surprised by that, but obviously accepted
And so, you two caught up over lunch
You honestly had a lot of a better time than you thought you would
You ended up making this a regular thing, meeting up and getting lunch, or going for a walk
Your meeting slowly went from friendly to romantic, going on things that would be more considered dates
It was a subtle shift from friendly to romantic
You started finding any excuse to spend time together, and he would more often than not be in your office while you worked
Eventually, the two of you became official, and he moved into your hose
The two of you ended up more happy than you were while you were separated, and you knew this was meant to be
You still tease him about battling your niece/nephew though
I've been thinking about a reader (preferably male) who is very affectionate. Like, he loves to cuddle with the crew members every second (except with Jisgrace) and would do things like sleep with Anya sometimes (like a mother-son relationship 🥺), jump on Swansea randomly to give him hugs and would also love to have his head propped up on his belly (speaking like this it sounds like Swansea is pregnant 🤣), now, with Daisuke... He would still be affectionate, but sometimes more discreetly because he is a little more shy by people close to his age (I have in mind a reader the same age as Daisuke or a year younger), but overall, he would like to walk hand in hand with our intern. Hope you can do this! Thank you and have a nice day!!
Tulpar Crew With an Affectionate Reader
A/N: Trying to get back into writing fics after my medical issues, sorry it's bee such a long wait!
Male reader x tulpar crew (platonic)
Curly is a bit caught of guard at first. He's not used to affection, especially not from his crewmates, so when you're suddenly all over him, giving him hugs on duty whenever you can, he's a but surprised. That doesn't mean it's unwelcome, though. once he gets used to it, he warms up to you, reciprocating your hugs and other forms of affection, and he finds himself looking forward to it most days. it helps ground him.
Anya is a bit nervous at first. She's not exactly good with physical contact and affection, and it takes her a while to get used to it. however, once she is used to it, she finds herself looking forward to your affection every day. It comforts her, which she's found she needs a lot. you both help each other feel safe on the tulpar and comfort one another on your worst days.
immediately, Daisuke can tell that you treat him a bit differently than you do everyone else. At first he's a bit offended. What about him is so different? it isn't until Anya snitches on you tells him that you feel nervous due to your close age that it makes sense to him, He makes it a point to be the one to initiate affection after that point, and he always looks forward to your small moments of affection.
Swansea can immediately tell what type of person you are. he's probably had one of his kids be a velcro child, so he's used to the clingy type of behavior. he pretends that it annoys him, and he'll tell you to get off, but he'll never push you off or complain too much. Secretly, it makes him feel better and reminds him of his kids back home, so deep down he hopes you don't stop being affectionate and lighthearted anytime soon.
Deep down, Jimmy pretends like he doesn't care. Why should he care? He doesn't want you clinging to him all the time. he doesn't want to cuddle with a man, that's gross. At least, that's what he tells himself. because deep down he knows, and I think we all know too, that he's jealous. What's so wrong with him, huh? Why is he so undeserving of affection? He'll never say it though, he's too prideful.
A/N: For the first time in MONTHS my ask box is completely empty so you know what that means: time for self indulgent writing woohooo! Also all of these are based on my experiences with autism, I tried to keep it general, so sorry if things written don't apply to every autistic reader
Autistic Reader, Gn reader
Curly was informed beforehand that someone on his crew would have autism, as most companies are required to tell when one of their employees has a disability
Getting this information, Curly did his best to learn how to best help you
He was a bit awkward when he was first introduced to you, but made sure you knew that you were welcome on the crew
At first he thought he overprepared, that he had gotten too anxious to be a perfect captain
You seem to do just fine on your own, doing your duties perfectly fine
It was over time, spending more of his days with you, when he started to pick up on your small traits
he first noticed the way you didn't want to talk to other people
Your silence during group get togethers was noticeable to him, but was drowned out by other people like Daisuke
He noticed how you'd have your earbuds in all day, whether they were playing music or not
He noticed how you'd struggled to adapt to the new food in space
He noticed how uncomfortable you seemed during game night, like you were scared to talk
Slowly but surely, he learnt to help you through some of your problems
He'd use his rights as captain to alter the food a bit for your taste
He'd rather put in the extra effort than let you not eat
He teamed up with you during game night to help you through talking to everyone else on the crew, and with his help you managed to get closer to everyone
Over time he realized that he was starting to fall in love with these tiny traits
He felt like it was inappropriate as a captain to have a crush on one of his crewmates, but he just couldn't help it
He loved the way you talked, even if it seemed odd to other people
He loved that glint in your eye when you talked about one of those things you were passionate about
He loved the way you stimmed when you were happy or just needed to get the energy out
He tried to his those feelings, but with every little one of your traits, the feelings just kept coming up
He helped you through your first meltdown on the ship, giving you soothing words and whatever you needed to calm down
He'd make sure your uniform was perfectly comfortable, nothing that would trigger your sensory issues
He tried to subtly flirt with you, but gave up after he realized all those advances went over your head
The two of you would have late night talking sessions by the screen in the lounge
He would just let you rant about your hyper fixations or special interests
it was one of those nights, out on the couch, looking up at the screen when he let it slip
You were one on of your infodumps when he let it slip out
It was quiet, almost inaudible
"I love you..."
It made you stop in your tracks
He quickly tried to explain it off once he saw your lack of reaction
But when you saw him back tracking, you quickly managed to ramble out that you loved him too, that you were trying to show it to him, but you just weren't showing it clear enough
The time you spent with him, the acts of service, the little trinkets you'd give him
That was your way of showing him that you liked him
Oh
It made sense to him now
He was a bit shocked you liked him back
And under the light of the "night sky" you shared a kiss
Or- well- a few kisses
After that night, the two of you decided to keep your relationship secret
You didn't want to risk the either of you getting into trouble
So your time was confined to your few hours off and your meetings at night in the lounge, granted no one else came to hang out, and night visits to each other's quarters
And though you tried to keep it secret, it wasn't like most members of the crew couldn't tell
The tension between the two of you was palpable
Jimmy was very salty about his friend being in a relationship but Curly made sure Jimmy stayed out of it
And sure, you two got a little out of hand a few times, which may or may not have led to bribing Daisuke to stay quiet after he walked in on a cockpit make out session
He doesn't mind if you wipe his kisses off, although it caught him off guard the first time you did it
The two of you may not be the most subtle, but getting caught is worth it, and he's always there to use his privileges as captain to help you get the extra accommodations you need
Hiii ty for reading. if you liked this fic and want to see more, feel free to make a request! my requests are currently open and my box is empty, I'd love to write something!
Transmasc reader, depictions of dysphoria, non-sexual nudity, failed usage of transtape
A/n: Yippie, my first ghost fic! This is extremely self indulgent as I've been trying to use trans tape for a while, but I've been struggling a lot with it.
Tip Jar because I'm a broke college student, anything helps!
Discomfort.
Something you were all too familiar with unfortunately.
Locked in the bathroom of your quarters in the ministry, you sighed, sliding down the wall to the floor, bringing your knees up to your chest.
You did your best to ignore it. Ignore the heavy weight you felt, the unpleasant feeling of your own body you’ve become accustomed to.
Another failed attempt, the tape sitting at the top of the sink, crumpled in frustration. No matter how hard you tried, it didn’t turn out right. The pull and placement of your own chest never managed to satisfy you, only feeding into the aversion you felt.
You felt the tears starting to form, threatening to spill out. Why wouldn’t it work? Why can’t you look the way you want to? Why, after all this effort, do you still not look masculine enough?
The thoughts swirled in your head, threatening to pull you back, to keep you there forever if they could. However, before you could sink too deep into your own sorrow, a knock on the door came.
Of course, only one person would come looking for you this late at night, to waltz his way into your room and knock on your bathroom door when he couldn’t immediately find you.
“Tesoro? Are you in there?” the all too familiar voice called out, the intimate nickname not failing to reach your ears.
You couldn’t force any words out to respond, let him know you were in there, but the noises formed by your struggle alerted Copia that you were inside, and your silence only made him anxious “Amore mio…” he calls out again “if I don’t get an answer, I’ll have to come in.”
Of course. While he was an anxious man, he was straightforward, and he would come in if you didn’t answer, at least having the decency to give a warning beforehand.
You scrambled to grab your shirt off from the counter before he came in, but didn’t manage to get on in time before you heard the telltale creak of the door opening, quickly using it to cover yourself up instead.
If Copia had not known any better, he would have been left a red, stuttering mess having walked in on you, but it was almost as if he could sense your distress. He stands there awkwardly for a moment before crouching down in front of you, not too close, but not too far to be uncomfortable for you. He’s no longer dressed in his usual work clothes, but rather the familiar red jumpsuit he wears casually. “Tesoro?” he questions, once again using that nickname.
You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, instead keeping your gaze down and away from his. “What’s wrong?” He asks softly, trying not to scare you or possibly make it worse.
Yet, you still can’t manage a word, your voice stuck in your own throat. Despite that, Copia can tell. Your shirt clutched tightly to your chest, the discomfort in your body language, the abandoned tape on the sink. He was able to connect the dots, ‘Oh, darling…” he mumbles softly.
At the soft concern in his voice, the dam breaks, tears spilling rapidly, and you can only gasp for air as they fall. Copia pauses, panicked and unsure for a moment, but quickly pulls you close to him, using his hand to hide your head in his chest, shushing you and rocking you back and forth.
His touch is warm and comforting, something familiar, tight and full of love. He holds you there for as long as you need, his other hand rubbing your back.
Eventually, your voice slowly finds you “...it won’t work.” you gasp out.
Copia’s expression falls even more at your words, understanding the pain you feel, and wishing he could take it from you. He nods, still rubbing your back “I’m sorry, tesoro…”
After a moment of comforting you, he takes the tape from the counter, examining it. He hums before speaking, “I see…it’s too small, correct?” he questions
You can only manage a nod, starting to feel worse again at his words, but he quickly interrupts “Ah- no- no, that's okay…” he stutters “We can uh, we can find something that works better, okay?” he reassures you.
You nod again, smaller this time, and he takes your hand in his. “It will be okay…this time you will have me, we can work this out together.” he rubs your shoulder affectionately.
This time, you opt to rest your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted by the emotional strain. He sighs and takes you in his arms, helping you stand up and slips your shirt back on. “Let’s get you to bed, eh? It’s late…”
It’s more of a statement than a question as he slowly leads you out of the bathroom, the tape scraps left to be a problem for later, and over to your bed where he lays you down before sliding in next to you.
“There we are…” He whispers, ‘That’s my boy…”
You curl up to his side, and he complies, taking you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair. “Y’know, I’ve read this really interesting book lately, it’s all about rats and their habits…” he starts, and you giggle.
It’s an attempt at distracting you from any bad thoughts, but it works as you rest your head on his chest, listening as he spouts off facts about rats. Eventually, the ranting turns into hums as it gets later into the night and your eyelids grow heavier, and you can barely make out the song, Respite on the Spitalfields, of course, one of his own, but it brings you the comfort you need, his voice lulling you to sleep in his hold.
“Goodnight, cuore mio…I’m always here with you…”
Hey can you write one for Secondo x reader please just something fluffy? I’ve been feeling really anxious and dissociated lately bc of the news I could use some comfort Secondo plsss 🖤
Secondo x GN!Reader Fluff
A/n: Yaaaaayyy Ghost request!! I wouldn't say I know the most about Secondo, so i did my best, hope you like it :)
GN reader, mentions of anxiety
After a long day of papal duties, to say secondo would be tired out would be an understatement. But his after work is much different than any of the clergy members would have originally expected or guessed.
After work, rather than drink or read the newspaper or something you’d usually expect from a grumpy old man like him, he’d rather trudge back to his room and spend the time cuddled up with his favorite person under probably too many fluffy blankets.
And so, after a particularly rough day, that’s exactly what he plans to do. Making his way back to his room where he’d know you’d be waiting for him like you always were.
He closes the door behind him, not exactly aiming to be quiet, and slips off his shoes with a sigh. Then, of course, as the schedule goes, he goes looking for you.
And of course he finds you, curled up in the loveseat in the corner of the room, on your phone. He can see a difference from usual the moment he approaches.
The little furrow of your eyebrows, that look of worry in your eyes. Of course, that build up of anxiety that forms after scrolling for too long. So, wordlessly, he plucks that phone right out of your hands before you can even process, and silences any protest with one look.
And before you know it, he’s got both of you changed into your pajamas and curled up beneath the covers.
He’s realized though, without, even without your phone you still continue to worry. So he sets up something to watch to distract you. Of course, he doesn’t really have an opinion on what you watch, so he puts on your favorite movie or show.
How about a hot drink? He’s on it before you can even ask. He’s wordless about it though, don’t bring it up or he’ll brush it off as nothing.
Mugs empty, tv running as background noise at this point, he pulls you closer under the blankets. There, laying on his chest, he runs his fingers through your hair. Long or short, he could do this for hours.
With the rhythmic motion of his fingers, soft hum of whatever's been playing that you’ve long stopped paying attention to, and the steady beating of his heart, you’re slowly lulled into closing your eyes, and the last thing you register is a deep chuckle before you fall asleep.
