Togetherness (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

Originally posted by mirindalawson

Hello Followers,
thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.

I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)

A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.

Title: Togetherness
Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise
Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye
Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much)
Words: 1.885

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kotaro-in-space  asked:

I'm glad that you'll be writing more fanfiction again~! I'd like to ask for [Aarmau] (PDH) + ❝I don’t think i can do this without you.❞

title: when you kiss me, heaven sighs

summary: soft words and softer kisses is exactly what the doctor ordered. Aarmau. Mystreet. Post MS:ES.

a/n: fun fact—Aarmau really grown on me over the past few months and I always wanted to write a sweet ficlet for the pair. Thank you for the chance and the compliment! I recommend listening to La Vie En Rose cover! The main inspo of this.

warning(s): fluff, soft love, I really need to write these two more

She flits around the room, a string of unintelligible mumbles and a few loose curses in her wake. Her hair tuck under a baseball cap with strands messily covering her face, red hoodie and baggy sweats seem to make her already small form even smaller; this is the scene he came upon.

And he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Leaning against the doorway, Aaron cross his arms as he watches her continue to zip across the room with ‘Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?’ under her breath. When she finally takes a moment, and realize she isn’t alone, he then chuckles.

“I guess I was right about you not taking a nap, Aph,” he says softly, pushing off from the doorframe and takes a step in. The room looks as if a tornado made a visit, her things and his things were a mess on the floor, bed, and everywhere in between. She frowns, her hands wringing together nervously and she looks at her feet as her cheeks glows with embarrassment. Aaron speaks again, reaching out—and she doesn’t pull away, letting herself be pull into a hug, “Oh potato, do you wanna tell me why you look so fried?”

She snorts out a muffled “Bad pun.”

He smiles wider, removing her hat as he rests his chin on top of her head.

“I thought it was a pretty great attempt,” his fingers run through her hair, quietly untangling the knots, “I really took my time to hash that one out.”

Another snort, then a giggle. “Oh no, Aaron please— “

“Such an ap-peel-ing laugh you have there, potato.” he chuckles again, and she looks up with a defeated ‘You’re as lame as your jokes’ expression—a look meant for him and him alone. But she is, in the end, a person adores a bad joke. Even though a full smile didn’t return, she rests her head against his chest and sighs.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, after a moment passes. “I didn’t want to… worry you but I did, didn’t I?”

“Shh,” he presses a kiss and continues to speak gently, “You have nothing to apologize for. You were gone for a while and I decided to check on you.”

“…Only to find me wrecking our room…”

“Which we can clean up—after we find what you’re looking for.”

She falls quiet again. Pulling away slightly, she looks up at him with a studying look—one she gives often, as her mind mulls over what to say; choosing her words carefully. Her fingers trace a nonsensical pattern and her cheeks warm only more, biting her lip in embarrassment. “Would you really be okay with helping me?”

“I think me offering answers the question,” his hand brushes her cheek, tucking a lock behind her ear, “so what’s up, bud?”

“…don’t you mean,” she grins, “spud?”

“Pft, clever catch.” She beams at him and they both share a laugh, as he leans down to give her a small peck. She hums into the chaste kiss, her eyes softening and she whispers, “Can’t beat the pun master, sweetie.”

She stands on the tips of her toes, another smooch they share. And when he went in for a third, she laughs, happily accepting it, along with one of his cheek.

“Okay… don’t make fun of me,” she closes her eyes and shaking her head, “but… since you’re here, I might need some help with the top shelves in the closet.”

“Hmm…” he rubs his chin for a moment, narrowing his eyes, “Now I was remembering this morning, you were complaining about my height? Now the tables have turned.

She sticks out her tongue, “In my defense, you called me short.”

“I called you vertically challenged.”

Same difference.

“Well, no, I was being polite when I said it.”

She gives a loud ‘ugh’ but as he caves into his laugh, she does as well shaking her head again. “I don’t think I can do this without you— would you be a gentle giant and help me?”

“Of course, shortie.”

She playfully sticks her tongue out at him again, and he retaliates by doing the same. She turns on her heels, pushing off him as she strides to the closet—and naturally, he follows suit. Though, a few good laughs won’t change what’s happen… a light feeling of relief, seeing her smile more at ease than moments before.

He hums an old tune under his breath, and though I close my eyes; I see La Vie En Rose. A lovely, lovely life he wishes to give.

anonymous asked:

It's kind of funny to realize that I question NOTHING in the manga when I was reading it at 13, but now? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS, and I'm pretty sure I would get zero satisfactory answers. I'm glad you're reading the manga tho, and I'm sorry you're having a hard time with it.

Well we’re different people at thirteen, we don’t read the same stuff, and we don’t read it the same way.

AND I REALLY WANT TO EMPHASIZE HERE THAT IT’S FINE IF YOU LIKE THE MANGA. I don’t, but my opinion means fuck all. There are lots of people I know who love the manga, and while I may not personally understand it, I don’t have to. They do, and that’s the only part that’s important. I’ve always said people should love what they love as hard as they can, and that’s how I feel regardless of whether or not I love the same things.

I mean I’m me. I dive in and look for these connecting threads, it’s what I do, it’s how I enjoy shit. Not everybody goes looking for that. There’s nothing wrong with just enjoying a story for what it brings you.