#i like pho shut up

[leafuxxtea]

god the announcement of hnk (houseki no kuni/land of the lustrous) has got me in shambles,,, i haven't read the chapters after the 10 000 years hiatus so i gotta catch up (actually I'll probably re-read the whole thing)

‼️rambling incoming‼️

imo, hnk is one of the best series for deep psychological analysis,,, it had such a deep impact on me when i first read it (like 3 years ago) and still remains in my top best/favorites series 🥹🥹 i could ramble abt it for so long,,, the process of one losing bit by bit the parts of themselves and replacing it with something else (both physically and metaphorically) in an endless need to help others, but also as an own selfish wish to become better than who they used to be. Then looking back, and realizing things were so much simpler back then, and mourning that past self. (The fact that all of this revolves around their self-hatred and the belief that they're worthless is just. It's so heartbreaking to me. They've become so desperate for affirmation and yet still keeps getting hurt, by others and by themself too.)

i have too many feelings about the manga 😭😭 im losing myself to the brainrot, help-

#leaf yapping #hnk #any hnk fans here?? 🥺🥺 #I MEAN IT WAS PRETTY OBVIOUS THE SERIES WAS GOING TO END SOON ANYWAYS #god I still remember the infamous 2 years hiatus #all because ichikawa got a ps5 #i have so many thoughts on so many characters #rutile...ghost quartz...diamond...yellow diamond...antARCTICITE...CINNABAR??? CAIRNGORM???? 😭😭😭 #and last but not least. lets not forget our endlessly suffering protagonist. gods sacrifical lamb. #IM NEVER GOING TO SHUT UP ABOUT PHOS‼️‼️ #this series made me so mentally ill...like i was already mentally ill but it made me worse #i rewatched the anime recently actually and it made me super emotional 🥹🥹 #ichikawa. when i catch you ichikawa. #THE TRANSFORMATION PHOS WENT THROUGH IS SO INSANE ACTUALLY #ur telling me the silliest little guy is now...some imposing shapeless deity figure??? #lets not forget about when [spoiler incoming] #they lost their legs. then lost their arms. then lost their head. #then got destroyed and slowly reconstructed into a horrifying mix match of broken pieces #not the mention how they get shattered by the alloy when they have a mental breakdown #WHICH IS SUCH AN INSANE DETAIL BTW??? #the way they just. fully physically break down to pieces. from inside of themselves. when their mind is spiralling. #i think their portrayal of ones trauma is so interesting #ANYWAYS IM STOPPING MY RAMBLING FOR NOW

[mswritergirl02]

38 Missed calls and Tequila

In which Harry and y/n fight causing her to storm out

-> Reader advisory: mentions of alcohol and explicit language, proceed with caution.

A/N : Taking requests (:

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Y/N paced back and forth in the living room, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “I can’t believe you, Harry! You always do this, you never listen to me!”

Harry’s brows furrowed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “And what about you, huh? Do you think you’re always right? You’re so damn stubborn!”

“Well, maybe if you cared about my opinion for once—”

“Care about your opinion? I bend over backwards for you, Y/N! But it’s never enough, is it? You always find something else to complain about!”

“Oh, so now this is all my fault, is it? Typical!”

Harry threw his hands up in exasperation. “For fucks sake I never said that!

Y/N’s voice trembled with anger and hurt as she launched her accusation.

“You know what, Harry? I bet you’re cheating on me, aren’t you? That’s why you’re always so secretive about your phone, always disappearing at odd hours!”

Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious, Y/N? I’ve told you a million times, that I’m not cheating on you! You’re just making things up because you can’t stand losing a fucking argument!”

Y/N’s voice rose at his accusation. “Oh, please! Don’t act like you’re innocent in all of this! I see the way you look at other girls, Harry! You can’t fool me!”

Harry’s patience snapped, his frustration evident in his tone. “I can’t believe you’re bringing this up again! You’re always jumping to conclusions, always looking for a bloody reason to doubt me! Maybe it’s your own insecurities that are driving us apart!”

Y/N’s anger faltered, replaced by a pang of hurt. “I’m not insecure, Harry! I just want to know that I can trust you!”

“Well, maybe if you gave me a chance to prove it instead of constantly accusing me of things I didn’t do!”

“I’ve been nothing but loyal to your crazy ass for four fucking years,” Harry declared, his voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

The tension in the room was thick, each word a painful reminder of the growing rift between them. Y/N’s heart ached with the weight of their words, knowing deep down that her accusations were absurd, Harry loved her. Still she was unable to stop herself from lashing out in a desperate attempt to regain control of the argument.

Y/N's lips curled into a sneer as she spat out, "Go fuck yourself, Harry!"

With that, she snatched her keys off the coffee table and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her.

Harry stared at the closed door, his chest tight with frustration. "You're fucking crazy," he yelled, knowing she couldn't hear him and was long gone. He cursed out loud and sank onto the couch, running his hand over his face.

“A bloody fucking carpet," he muttered to himself, the absurdity of their argument hitting him like a ton of bricks. They had been fighting over a bloody carpet, of all things. It was ridiculous, and yet somehow it had escalated to Y/N storming out in anger.

They hadn't been in the best place lately. Y/N was constantly stressed out at the office, working long hours, barely having time for herself, let alone for him. And Harry, always buried in his work, was rarely home to see her, too caught up in his next album to notice the distance growing between them.

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12am

38 outgoing calls

Harry’s nerves were on edge. He had called Y/N 38 times since she stormed out, each call going straight to voicemail. It wasn’t like her to stay out this late, and the thought of not knowing where she was made his stomach churn with anxiety.

Pacing back and forth in their empty apartment, Harry’s mind raced with worry. He had grown accustomed to Y/N’s silent treatments during their arguments, but this was different. This silence felt suffocating.

12:30 am

“Answer your phone, Y/N,” Harry muttered under his breath, frustration and fear mingling in his voice. He reached for his phone once again, fingers trembling as he clicked on her contact for the 39th time. But this time, instead of the familiar voicemail greeting, a stranger’s voice answered Y/N’s phone.

As Harry heard the unfamiliar male voice answer Y/N’s phone, his heart raced with a surge of protectiveness. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his tone sharp with urgency. “Why the hell do you have Y/N’s phone? Where is she?”

Before Harry could ask any more questions or receive a response, the phone call ended abruptly.

12:45am

It was around 12:45am when It clicked in Harry’s mind, Y/N had insisted they shared their locations when they first started dating. Harry quickly opened the app on his phone and zoomed in on her location.

Maggies Bar & Grill.

Confusion washed over him when he saw that Y/N was at a bar. Drinking was something she rarely did, especially alone at this hour. Harry’s heart raced with worry, imagining all sorts of worst-case scenarios.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys, and got behind the wheel. He knew he had to reach Y/N as fast as possible.

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Meanwhile, Y/N found herself in fits of laughter, seated on a bar stool behind the counter of Maggies. With tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, she swiftly grabbed her phone back from the male bartender’s grasp. Giggling, she teasingly whispered, “Don’t tell Harry,” and playfully pressed a finger to her lips.

Earlier, Y/N had confided in the sympathetic bartender about her rocky relationship with Harry. Each heartfelt confession she made was chased down with another shot of tequila, the weight of the world was momentarily lifted by the warmth of the alcohol. What she didn't know was that the bartender discreetly slipped her keys into his pocket when her attention wandered, silently determined to prevent her from making any rash decisions in her inebriated state.

“Y/N, I’m cutting you off,” the bartender said for what felt like the tenth time that night, his tone gentle yet firm. “All you’re getting is water from now on.”

Y/N pouted, shoving the glass of water away. “But I’m having fun!” she protested, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol. “I can handle a few more drinks, I promise.”

The bartender shook his head, a hint of concern in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t risk serving you any more alcohol. It’s for your own safety.” With that, he gently pushed the glass of water back towards her, silently urging her to hydrate and sober up.

“You’re such a buzzkill,” Y/N slurred, her tone growing more aggressive as she leaned in towards the bartender, her eyes narrowed.

The bartender stood his ground, not going back on his decision. “I’m not serving you any more drinks tonight,” he stated once again.

Y/N’s frustration bubbled over, and she clenched her fists slamming them on the counter. “You can’t cut me off!” she snapped.

Just as Y/N opened her mouth to make a scene once more , Harry entered the bar, his eyes immediately locking onto her. With purpose in his stride, he made his way over to where she sat, his gaze briefly flickering to the bartender.

Harry’s expression was a mix of relief and concern as he approached. “Is everything okay here?” he asked.

The bartender met Harry’s gaze, his expression serious. “Harry I'm assuming? Yeah, everything’s fine now,” he replied, gesturing towards Y/N. “I had to cut her off a while ago. She’s had enough for tonight.” Recognizing Harry by Y/n's lock screen on her phone and his contact name.

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion. “But then who called me from her phone?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he searched for answers.

The bartender hesitated for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out Y/N’s keys. “It was me,” he admitted, handing them over to Harry. “I knew she shouldn’t be driving in her condition.”

Relief flooded Harry’s features as he accepted the keys. “Thank you,” he said sincerely, grateful for the bartender’s quick thinking.

Y/N’s drunken aggression flared as Harry turned towards her. “What are you doing here?” she slurred, her tone sharp with irritation.

“I don’t need you babysitting me.”

Of course she's drinking tequila the one thing that brings out her temper even more

Harry cut her off with a stern glare, “Your breath reeks of fucking tequila and you’re in no condition to drive,”.

Y/N turned towards the bartender, “You're a fucking snitch” she accused him loudly causing heads to turn in their direction. Harry’s annoyance grew as he watched her escalate the situation.

“Y/N, you’re causing a fucking scene,” Harry muttered, frustrated to which she scoffed, pushing herself unsteadily to her feet.

She held out her hand. “Give them back. I’m driving myself home, I don’t want to look at you.”

Harry’s heart sank at her words, but he knew he couldn’t let her make such a reckless decision. “I can’t do that, Y/N,” he said gently, stepping closer to her. “You’re not thinking clearly right now. Let me take you home.”

Y/N shook her head stubbornly, her anger fueling her determination. “No!” she insisted, her voice rising.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Just give me my keys!”

He was over her drunk antics.

Stepping uncomfortably close to her, he took the time to observe the way her hair fell over her ear. With a firm yet gentle touch, he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering for a moment before trailing down her cheek.

Leaning in, Harry's voice dropped to a low and dangerous tone. “Y/N you better listen to me.”

“Drop the fucking attitude,” he snapped his breath sending a shiver down her spine as it brushed against her skin.

Now fully gaining her attention Harry continued speaking. “You're gonna lower your voice and follow me to the car like the good girl I know you are."

Y/n began to feel as if her legs were putty with each word she processed.

“Don't make me embarrass you here love,” he said while running his finger over her bottom lip.

“Because I can and I will.”

Harry's words hung in the air, commanding and unwavering leaving no room for argument.

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#harry styles x reader #harry x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fic #harry styles #dom harry styles #harry styles angst #harry x y/n

[jaeeyaaasworld]

Trophy girlfriend - CL16

Featuring: Charles Leclerc x Dancer!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Y/n is a trophy girlfriend and is proud about it, fluff, super sweet Charles

Requested: Yes/No

Charles had a new girlfriend and he was proud of who he pulled.

"I'm telling you. I have more rizz than you think, Pierre"

Pierre scoffed, leaning onto the passenger seat of his friend's Ferrari.

"is that why you made all of us come to this specific club tonight? what is it? she's hanging out with her girlfriends here?"

the driver asked in his cocky tone, turning his gaze to Charles that was driving silently while staring at the street, a small smile making it's way to his lips.

"nah. she works here man"

he replied calmly, not even sparing a glance to Pierre. the french man turned towards his best friend, a shocked expression taking over his face.

"is she a stripper?"

Pierre whisper-shouted, making his best friend's eyes widen at the sudden assumption.

"what the fuck, mate? you think I would let her still do that job after getting with me? and even more let all of you see her get naked?"

Charles said, gesturing with his hands all over the place, to make his point even clearer.

"she dances on one of those cubes that you find into these clubs. she's completely covered"

he added, making Pierre nod and turn back towards the road.

"what are you guys talking about? I was talking with mi mama"

Carlos asked from the back of the car, clueless as always.

"nothing, Charles new girlfriend"

Pierre replied, looking towards the backseat, where the Spaniard was seated.

"oh- I'm actually so excited to meet her"

Carlos added, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt while looking through the rearview mirror.

"right, in my opinion he's just tricking us into thinking he pulled her and in reality he didn't"

Pierre teased his friend, earning a small chuckle and an eye-roll from Charles. just in that moment, Lewis' car, with Daniel, Lando, Max and George inside, passed them, music blasting through the windows and them singing their hearts out.

"why are we not doing that?"

Carlos asked innocently, making the other two laugh and turning up the volume of the music currently playing and stepping on the pedal to catch up with the other drivers.

meanwhile: Y/n and her coworkers

Y/n was putting on make-up in the back of the disco she works into, chatting and laughing with the other three girls that were supposed to do cubes tonight. Y/n and Andrea were getting ready, while Monica and Vanessa were just chilling on the couch, waiting some time to get ready since they had the second turn.

"Y/n, did you say that you had a boyfriend like the other day? is it still going well or is it like the last one?"

Vanessa asked, raising her eyes from the screen of her phone on the girl that was putting on her eye-shadow.

"why? what happened to the last one? he was a fun guy, he looked like he was pretty chill"

Andrea asked back, not even knowing that Y/n and Nathan broke up a month after she introduced him to them.

"a little too chill. where were you when we talked about how he cheated on her with Katie?"

Monica told Andrea, making her gasp and stop whatever she was doing to turn towards the girl on the couch.

"they didn't. that bitch- I never liked her, I told y'all so many times and you were still like: nah, she looks so cute, how could she be so mean"

the girl said, referring to the new girl that was accepted in the disco as a waitress.

"it's going well, he's coming here tonight. I don't think I will introduce him to you tho, I know for sure that he is going to introduce me to his friends, he told me he was taking them since they had to celebrate anyway"

Y/n said, stopping her actions for a second and gesturing with her hands all around, just to get back to what she was doing, ignoring all the shocked stares that she was getting from her friends.

"is he using you as a trophy girlfriend or am I tripping? girl, how old is he again?"

Monica asked, finally shutting her phone and sitting properly on the couch, almost worried for her friend's safety.

"oh- come on. he's 25, hot as fuck and a millionaire, plus... I love being a trophy girlfriend if this is how he treats me"

the girl added, rolling her eyes at her friends thinking that he got with an old man or something like that. in reality, Charles was only 4 years older than her, so their age gap was completely normal for a couple. she was 21 and he was 25, nothing too bad.

"ooh, treat you how?"

Vanessa asked for details, since they didn't even ever seen this man nor how he treated her or how he looked at her.

"like: he hit me up on tuesday, asked me what I was doing during the day and if I wanted to go shopping. I was busy that day, since I was at my parents, so he just went like: damn, I just landed in your city. anyway, it's okay, hope you have a good day. I'll pick you up by eight fifteen tonight"

Y/n started telling her friends all the detail of her conversation with Charles, eventually stopping to finish her eyeliner, leaving her friends longing for more of the story.

"okayy, and than what?"

Andrea asked, curious just like the other two.

"I told him: you treat me so well. so he said: cashapp or zelle? matter fact, scratch that, I will send you a stack just because you're fine as hell"

the girl earned some loud gasps from her three friends, as she continued telling them what happened some days ago with Charles.

"I told him: well, thank you, baby. and he goes like: anything for my favorite lady. oh- I gotta go and just let me know, that I could pick up my Ferrari"

some squeals left the girls' mouths, as Y/n zipped her beauty case closed and turned on her little stool towards her friends with a proud smile on her face.

"so you basically have unlimited money, and you're still working here? girl- if I were you, I would be depending on his ass so fucking hard"

Monica said, gesturing with her hands and getting up from her place on the couch, just to sit on the stool that was taken by Y/n just a few seconds ago to start doing her make-up.

"yeah girl. quit this shitty ass job, what you waiting?"

Vanessa asked, only getting a sigh in return from the girl.

"I would love to do that, but i don't want to depend on him that much, what if we break up one day? I will be coming to work here just for a bit more, so that I can get a stable amount of money to do fine on my own and then I'm gonna travel back and forth with him"

Y/n said, smiling widely at the thought of supporting her boyfriend in every race he has by being there with him every minute.

"travel back and forth? what the hell does he do?"

Vanessa asked again, getting up from the couch as well, waiting for Andrea to finish closing her beauty case and get up to take the stool and start getting ready.

"I'm just telling you this: his name is Charles Leclerc, look him up if you don't know who he is"

Y/n finished, smiling widely and walking out of the changing room to walk into the disco, still empty. she could hear the gasps coming from the three girls in the changing room for how loud they were, making the girl chuckle as she sat on the edge of the cube, waiting for the disco to open up.

"and he'll be here tonight? with his friends?"

Andrea yelled, as she sat on the cube that was on the other side of the disco, waiting for the disco to open up too.

"yeah"

Y/n yelled back.

"I want to see him later"

Andrea replied, as they both got off the cube to wait on the side as people started entering. the girl on the other side of the disco only got a wink in return.

Charles finally got at the club

"Charles, you really pulled that girl, are you sure?"

Max asked Charles for the tenth time as they walked out of the cars and started walking towards the entrance of the club.

"oh mon dieu (oh my god). why don't you guys believe me?"

Charles asked, a loud laugh coming out of his lips. the bodyguard looked them in the eyes and opened the gate for them to enter, getting a little pat on the back from Charles and returning the gesture with a smile.

the club was rather empty, there weren't a lot of people, maybe also because Charles rented the place for the night and instructed your boss to only let a few people enter, not too many.

he quickly spotted you waiting beside one of the cubes, making his way towards you and ignoring everyone in between. he was dragging the other drivers along with him, as he approched you. his arms circled your waist from behind and his hands gripped your body without any shame.

"hello, mon chéri"

he whispered in your ear, not even thinking about the few guys that were staring at the two of them in shock. you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pecking his lips gently.

"hi, handsome"

you replied softly, smiling to him lovingly.

"you really have to work tonight, right?"

Charles asked the girl, hoping that the answer wouldn't be affermative.

"I mean- yeah, I could exchange with Katie and go to the bar if it makes you more comfortable tho"

Y/n said, knowing that Katie would agree with everything you ask her because of the whole lot of guilt that she was feeling.

"would you do that?"

the man asked back, eyes shining in the lights at her words.

"yes, of course. you just got here, is only right that I let you decide what makes you comfortable. and I think I'm gonna quit this job in a few days too so... wait- let me go ask Katie, I'll be back"

you get out of your boyfriend embrace and make your way towards the counter to ask your coworker to swap turns.

Charles turned to his friends, them all staring at him with the same shocked face.

"what? you believe me now?"

the man asked, while laughing soundly at his friend's faces, juat as he turned around to meet his girlfriend's gaze, her hand waving around in the air, gesturing for them to come over to the counter.

"can't believe this shit"

Lando said, a sigh leaving his lips as he followed all the drivers towards the counter, Charles in front of them all.

Y/n walking behind the counter, wrapping the apron around her waist as she leaned eith her hands on the counter.

"hello everyone, I'm Y/n, Charles girlfriend. I'll be here to serve you tonight, ask me anything and I'll get it for you. even my friend's number if you want"

you said with a big smile splitting your face in half. the first driver to come up to the counter was Lewis, extending his hand to shake yours.

"Lewis, can I ask you if you do some type of fancy cocktail?"

the brit asked politely, getting a smile in return as you shrugged.

"I told you, whatever you want"

you said, hands meeting each other in front of your stomach.

"I'll get a Versus (a fancy cocktail made with vodka, strawberry vodka and watermelon) then"

Lewis confidently said, making you frown while staring at the man.

"mmh, are you sure about the Versus?"

the man frowned back at you, a big questioning smile resting on his face.

"why? what's up with that?"

a little chuckle left Y/n's lips, making Lewis chuckle as well.

"I mean- it's so sweet, it's something that I would see Lando drink. I see you more for a Desert storm (a fancy cocktail made with bacardi, vanilla cream, china martini and a lemon peel)"

Lewis was shocked from the girls aknowledge in alcohol, as Lando barged in the conversation since he heard the girl mention his name.

"me? you know who I am? hell, I need that thing now"

Lando said, making Y/n nod her head as she let out a chuckle and turned to the other drivers that were listening carefully to the conversation.

"alright so, a Desert storm for Lewis, a Versus for Lando and a champagne glass for the little prince over there. For you guys?"

everyone told Y/n their orders, chuckling softly at her calling Charles 'little prince' and knowing perfectly his order even before he could say anything.

Y/n placed all the cocktails on the counter, as everyone took theirs, the girl waited patiently for the two drivers to give her a response on the fancy cocktail that she gave them.

Lewis was the first to take a sip from his drink, licking his lips right after they left the glass. his eyes widened, looking into the girl's eyes as he drank another sip from the drink.

"dear god, you were right. it is better"

Y/n shrugged, a knowing smile appearing softly on her face as she turned towards Lando, that was waiting for his turn to try his drink. he stopped for a second, eyes a little bit wider than before as they met the girls one.

"how did you know?"

he asked, not even telling her his opinion on the drink, making a little chuckle come out of the girl's lips.

"you know, someone's personality can say a lot about their cocktail choice"

she simply said, leaving the two brits to go towards her boyfriend, that was sitting on a stool at the counter, taking a sip from his champagne from time to time. Y/n leaned on the counter, getting closer to her boyfriend's face, as he was looking her in the eyes, a devilish smile on the girl's face.

Y/n closed the gap between them, placing her lips on her Charles' gently, pulling back in no time, making a sigh escape the monegasque's lips.

"were you saying earlier? that you were going to quit?"

he asked softly, eyes glancing to the small glass of champagne in his hand as he made the liquid twirl around it slowly.

"I think this is my last friday here"

the girl replied, her smile getting wider with time passing.

"have you considered traveling with me full-time like you promised me?"

Charles added, eyes finally meeting Y/n's as he raised his head from the glass, hope still scattered across his emerald eyes.

"not really, darling"

she said sadly, making the man in front of her glance back down at the champagne in is hand.

"you have your flight to Monaco tuesday, right?"

the girl asked, her boyfriend looked up at her, thinking about it for a second and nodding hid head, remaining silent as to express his confused state.

"do you have the seat assignment in your app? could you check it real quick?"

Charles furrowed his eyebrows, getting his phone out of his pocket and placing the glass in his hand on the counter to grip the phone with both his hands. he typed something in his phone as the app finally opened, showing all of the seat placements on the flight.

something catched his eyes quickly, the seat next to his was usually occupied by Carlos or was even empty sometimes, but this time there was a different name over the little seat icon.

"Y/n Y/l"

he read out loud, looking up at his girlfriend with wide eyes, shocked by the sudden news.

"but you said you didn't even consider it"

Charles said, his hands leaving the phone on the counter and a big smile spreading across his face, making you smile just as wide.

"surprise"

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[bingwriterxo]

call your mom

pairing: jenna ortega x reader

summary: in which jenna gets worrying texts

warnings: HEAVY TOPICS -- depression, OD, minors DNI (18+)

word count: 1800+

author's note: based on the song 'call your mom' by noah kahan. if you guys ever need to talk, hit my inbox please.

You (1:53am): i'm sorry.

You (1:53am): i love you.

Jenna grumbled at the sound of her text-tone cutting through the silent night, but she still turned over in her bed to reach for her phone, knowing that only one person was set to interrupt her usual do-not-disturb. She cracked one eye open to read what you had sent her and then shot up, fear surging through her.

"No, no, no," she muttered as her fingers fumbled around the screen, trying to unlock her phone as quickly as possible. She's fine, she thought. She has to be fine. The tears that were already welling in her eyes told her otherwise.

When she finally managed to open her phone, she immediately called you, her breath quickening with each ring that went by in which you didn't answer.

"Come on, come on. Please."

She was already pushing the covers from her body and slipping from her bed, shuffling around the dark room to grab a pair of socks and her keys.

"Y/N, please," she pleaded to the dial tone.

Then, a click.

"Jenna," you whispered, your voice raw and hurt and everything Jenna didn't want to hear.

"Y/N?!" She slipped one sock on, fumbled with the other. "Y/N, what's going on?"

There was a sob on the other end of the line.

Where the fuck are my keys?!

"I can't..." you cried into the phone. "Jenna, I--"

Jenna clenched her jaw as she hurried toward the light switch, turning it on and spotting her keys. She grabbed them, ignoring her body's protests of everything going too fast.

"I'll be there so soon, baby," she said, trying to keep her voice calm even though all she wanted to do was sob and shake. "Just hold on, okay?"

"I can't do it anymore, Jenna." You sniffled, hiccupped, then, "I love you."

Jenna shook her head. "No, baby. Stay on the phone with me, please."

She slipped into the first pair of shoes she could find, rushed out the front door of her apartment, sprinted down the stairs so quickly that she should've fallen, and was in her car in a matter of moments.

The engine rumbled to life, and your voice erupted through the car's speakers. "I can't. I just...it's too much."

"Y/N, stay on the phone." Her foot was heavy on the gas pedal. "You have to stay on the phone."

You let out a shaky breath. "It all hurts." You coughed wetly. "Everything hurts, J."

"I know, baby. I know, but it'll be okay. It won't last forever, okay?" Hold on. Just hold on.

"I'm--I'm getting real tired," you said, voice cracking, breaths shallow.

Fuck.

"Did you take something?" She pressed harder on the gas pedal, slipped beneath a yellow light. You didn't answer, and her speedometer climbed, climbed, climbed. "Y/N, did you take something?!" she gritted out, trying to keep her own sobs at bay.

She could hear you swallow. "Yeah," you breathed out.

Her grip on the wheel tightened. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "Okay, you're gonna be okay. Just stay on the phone with me. Can you do that for me? Please?"

Your sobs were echoing around the car, bouncing from one speaker to the next right into Jenna's ears, and it was painful. She wanted to shut it all out, but she knew she couldn't.

"No, I gotta go," you mumbled.

"Baby, don't hang up. Stay on the pho--"

"I love you."

"Y/N, don't--!"

The beeps that came when you hung up felt like nails being hammered into a coffin, and Jenna finally let herself cry. She was shaking; her palms were pressed so tightly against the wheel that her knuckles were turning white; her speed was far too high for the speed limit.

"Fuck!" she screamed. She was still twenty minutes away.

Call her mom. Call her mom.

"Hey, Siri." Her phone sounded to life. "Call Y/M/N."

The dial tone filled the car. One ring, two rings. Please. I need you.

"Jenna?" Your mom's voice was groggy, like the phone call had woken her from deep sleep. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know what to do," Jenna sobbed. "Y/N took something." She was hyperventilating, and she couldn't seem to stop. "She took something, and I'm on the way to her right now, but I don't know if I'll be fast enough."

"Oh god." There was rustling on the other end of the phone. Your mom said something to your dad, something Jenna couldn't pick up on. "Okay, Jenna. Y/F/N is sending an ambulance to her apartment, okay? They'll be there in a few minutes."

"God, I don't know when she took them. I don't--I don't if that'll be soon enough." She covered her mouth with one hand, tried to stop crying while talking. "I don't know what to do. What do I do?" Tears were blurring her vision.

"You need to breathe, honey, alright?"

"I'm sorry. I--" She felt pathetic. Your parents could lose a child tonight, yet she was the one sobbing and asking for help. "I can't lose her."

"I know. Jenna, breathe. You won't be any help if you can't make it to her." Your mom was crying now, too. "We need to breathe. She'll be okay. She'll be alright." It sounded more like she was trying to reassure herself. "She's strong." There was more shuffling. "We're going to her apartment now."

"I'm almost there." She pressed harder on the gas. "I'm almost there." Please, Y/N. Hold on. Just a little longer. Just a few more minutes.

"She'll be okay, Jenna." Your mom let out a gasping sob. "She has to be."

You have to be okay. We need you.

Stay with us.

* * *

The lights were blinding; the chairs were uncomfortable; the air was sterile in a way that air shouldn't be; there was beeping echoing from every direction; nurses were walking around, this way and that.

Jenna couldn't think about anything other than the fact that you were laying in a hospital bed, just a few rooms away. A doctor had come in earlier, talked to her and your parents about what had happened, but she had tuned everything out.

Her fingers were fiddling with themselves, hands wringing together. Your mom's hand was resting on her knee, which was bouncing up and down, up and down, up and--

"Y/L/N?"

She shot out of her chair. Your parents did, too. The doctor said something, and she knew she should've been listening, but she was waiting for--

"You can go see her now," he said.

The three of you rushed to the room that you were given, and Jenna had to pause in the doorway, watching as your parents hurried to the farther side of your bed. You looked so...tiny, laying there--fragile in a way that Jenna had never seen.

Tears welled in her eyes again, and she took a step back, gasping for air. Your mom looked up at her--your father down at you--but Jenna just waved her hand. Take care of her, she thought. She needs it.

She stumbled back into the waiting room and fell into a chair, trying to erase the image of you in the bed, of you in the back of the ambulance, of you alone in your apartment, sitting in your bathroom when she had arrived. She wiped at her eyes, rubbed at them, pressed the heel of her palm into them like it would rid her mind of the memories.

Come on, Jenna. Pull yourself together.

She couldn't.

It was too much. It was all too much.

She was crying again, in the empty waiting room. Her sobs filled the air, loud and unrestrained and laced with pain, and her tears slid down her cheeks unabashedly.

Then, a hand on her shoulder. Soft, strong, careful. Jenna looked up. Your mom stood beside her, offering her the smallest of smiles.

"She wants to see you, honey," she said quietly.

Jenna sniffled, wiped at her tears. "Okay." She nodded and stood. Your mom led her back to your room, and she followed like she was on autopilot, her legs moving quicker than her mind wanted.

When she arrived, you were watching her, eyes wide and owl-ish, scared and child-like, sorry. Half of her was tempted to run back into the waiting room and hide there until this was all over, until she woke up from what she was sure was a dream. The other half knew that you needed her, and she listened to that half as she walked inside and kneeled beside your bed.

"We'll give you two some time," your father said, and Jenna didn't even look at him as she heard your parents shuffle from the room. She was staring at you, at your eyes, your lips, the slope of your nose--everything that could've been gone.

You sighed, shrank in on yourself. "I'm sorry," you whispered.

Jenna swallowed. "You're okay." Her bottom lip trembled as she spoke, relieved that she was able to say those words. "You're okay."

"I'm okay."

"I thought--" Her voice cracked, and she choked back a sob. "I thought I was going to lose you." She shook her head and blinked back tears. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You chewed at your bottom lip and sniffled. "I'm okay."

"Okay." She was crying again, unable to stop herself. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to your forehead, closing her eyes to bask in the feeling of your warmth, of your life. "I love you," she mumbled against you.

"I love you, too."

* * *

Jenna moved into your apartment a week later.

It wasn't an idea forced on you but rather one that you suggested. I don't know if I can trust myself yet, you had told her, and she had adamantly agreed when you asked if she wanted to move in with you.

It was easy--existing with each other. It made it harder for you to slip into episodes in the coming months, and it helped Jenna sleep at night, knowing that she could reach over at any moment and feel your pulse beneath her fingertips.

You were put on medication two weeks later.

Jenna would keep your pills in the drawer of her nightstand and give one to you each night, and then, to be cautious, count them after you had gone to bed, just to make sure. When she always found the number she was supposed to, she would let herself relax and fall into bed with you.

You started weekly appointments with a therapist.

At first, you were a little nervous, if not a bit uncooperative. Then, you realized it actually did help, and you were making progress, and the world was becoming a little bit lighter.

A month passed. Then, six. Then, a full year.

You were getting better. You weren't there yet, not fully, but Jenna could see that things were brightening for you. She would see your eyes light up again, and your smile wouldn't hesitate as it broke across your face, and you would talk to her--really talk.

And, on nights when it was harder, when things would feel heavier on your shoulders and Jenna couldn't handle them alone, she would do the one thing she knew worked every time.

She'd call your mom. 

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader

[jobean12-blog]

Lost and Found

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker AU)

Word Count: 854

Summary: Joel comes home from a night out with the guys and has a surprise.

Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about writing a little something for this for a while! Still in love with the idea of our grumpy biker soft for the sweet things like his girl and...well you can tell what else from my pics hehe! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 

Warnings: soft and sweet fluffs

Joel Miller Masterlist

The growl of his engine reverberates through the night air, at first distant and piercing the stillness before the power gradually diminishes as he slows down and approaches the house. The rhythmic purring begins to fade, replaced by the sound of the rubber tires rolling across the pavement.

Finally, the motorcycle stops, the engine settling into a quiet idle as the hot metal begins to cool with ticks and cracks.

He shuts the engine and swings one long leg over the seat.

You open your front door and run into his arms. He catches you easily, wrapping you up in him.

“Joel,” you whisper into the aged leather of his jacket.

“Hiya darlin’” he drawls, dragging you closer to capture your lips.

You only break apart when you feel a small movement beneath his jacket, the shifting making you pull back in surprise.

He throws you a sheepish smile and tucks you into his side. “Let’s get inside.”

The door shuts from the force of his booted foot and he switches on the small light by the couch.

“Come ‘ere,” he whispers, sitting down and crooking his finger at you.

You bring yourself between his spread legs and let out a slight squeak when he tugs you down to sit along his thigh.

“Missed you,” he murmurs against your lips.

You return the sentiment and run your fingers through his mussed hair.

“I have somethin’ to show you,” he says as he grabs the zipper of his jacket.

“Should I be scared?” you ask with a giggle.

“Nah darlin.’ You’re gonna love it.”

The pull of his zipper is deliberate as he keeps his eyes trained on you, your eyes staring at his hand.

“Joel…hurry up!” you whine, bouncing on his leg.

“Quit bouncin’ around and distracting me,” he tuts, throwing you a wink.

You sit perfectly still and eye him suspiciously.

That’s when you hear it. The tiniest, squeakiest meow ever.

“Oh my go…. IT’S A BABY KITTEN!!!”

You can’t contain yourself as he pulls out the cutest black kitten you’ve ever seen and you try your hardest to stifle your squeals of happiness. It’s tiny paws are clinging to his calloused fingers, adorned with tattoos, creating a stark contrast against her delicate and soft black fur. In his large hand she looks even tinier and her round glowing eyes are framed by a wild mane of fur.

“I found her by the dumpster at the back of the bar,” he explains. “I was helping Tommy with the trash and heard her cryin’.”

He cradles her against his chest and gently scratches behind her ears, his typically gruff voice becoming soothing as he coos sweet nothings. The kitten, as if sensing the safety of his arms, nestles into the warmth of his embrace and closes her eyes.

“I can’t handle this,” you whisper, standing from his thigh and grabbing your phone.

He grumbles out something you don’t quite catch but continues doting on the small bundle of fur in his arms.

With his legs spread wide his dark jeans are stretched tight against the thick muscles of his thighs and his biceps pop in his worn leather jacket. The dark ink of his tattoos is visible even in the dim lighting and when he presses a soft kiss to the top of the kitten’s head you let out a dreamy sigh.

He grumbles again but you ignore him completely, lifting your phone.

You can barely see the tiny kitten, her black fur blending in to him, but it’s sexy and soft and you can barely stand it.

“Can I please…” you start, trailing off when his eyes, dark and promising you anything your heart desires, lift to yours and he gives you an easy nod.

You snap several photos, doing your best to focus on the utter cuteness of the kitten and not how incredible your man looks.

“Can we keep her?” you ask tentatively as you pocket your phone and reach out for her.

He carefully places her in your arms, all his movements delicate in an unexpected way.

“Anything you want, darlin.’ I just want to make sure she’s safe.”

You look up at him, your wide eyes matching the kittens.

“Really?” you say softly, cuddling your face into her fur.

“What are you gonna name her?” he asks as he slides his hand up your thigh then closes it on your waist to tug you down into his lap.

“You should name her,” you say, snuggling yourself against his chest as he holds you and the kitten close. “You found her.”

Your head rests along his shoulder and he’s quiet for several moments, watching you and the kitten interact. You alternate between kissing the top of her head and kissing Joel’s neck, his soft hums of satisfaction matching the kitten’s content purring.

“What about Ink?” he finally says.

“Ink?” you repeat, but then your eyes sparkle with the realization. “Like your tattoos!”

He dips his head slightly but you can see the softness in his expression before he presses his mouth to yours.

“It’s perfect,” you whisper against his lips.

@pedritosdarling @blackwidownat2814 @lorilane33 @hiddles-rose @justkinsey @laineyreads @beccablogsthings @littleseasiren @hallecarey1​

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #biker!joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x female reader #biker!joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #biker au #joel miller au #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

[blue-aconite]

book club activities || r.b.f

Summary: Bob's girlfriend has a book club.

Warnings: Suggestive texting, absolute nonsense, somehow Bradley and Jake stole the show (idiots)

Word Count: 940

Pairings: Bob Floyd x f!reader

Authors Note: Happy birthday @bobfloydsbabe! This is the dumbest thing I've ever written and it also sucks but it has your favourite lil dude in it and I love you! I hope you've had a great birthday! Enjoy this insanely weird drabble.

“You should really read it.” 

Bob sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. “Sweetheart, I’m not reading Twilight with you.” 

His girlfriend pouted from the corner of the couch, aiming a kick against his shin. “But you liked the films.” 

“No, I said I thought they weren’t bad. I never said I liked them.” They had watched all of the films a weeknight ago, which Bob initially had only done to please her. 

“And you said the films were better than the books.” Bob argued, reaching over to right the blanket covering her body as it had half fallen to the floor. 

“Yes but I still think you should read the books.” She said, crossing her arms across her chest. 

“I will go out and get you your favourite food, two new books, a new notepad and pencils if you don’t make me read the books.” Bob placated, hoping that it would satisfy her. 

She looked thoughtful, eyebrows drawing together as she contemplated his offer. 

“Which books?

Bob smiled, knowing he was winning. “Whichever you want, darling.” 

She stared at him for another moment before tossing the blanket aside to cuddle into his side. 

“I want Pho, I don’t have the last two books of ASOIAF and please get me a A4 notebook, not A5,” she paused momentarily, hand splayed against his abdomen, “and cuddles please.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, slouching slightly so she could get more comfortable. “Yes ma’am.” 

The rain was smattering against windows, the sun setting just behind the tree line they could see from their backyard. 

Ever since  Bob had found out he was going to be stationed permanently in San Diego, they decided to get a house and set down some roots. 

“I love you, even if you don’t want to read Twilight with me.” She whispered against his T-shirt, making Bob laugh. She soon joined in and they giggled together for a few moments before once again settling into the couch. 

“I love you too. Do you want Pho from the place close to base or the other one?” 

She hummed, eyes falling shut as she snuggled into his side. “Base please.” 

Bob waited a few minutes before her breathing evened out and then gently untangled himself from her embrace. 

After making sure she was properly tucked in for her nap, he grabbed his keys and wallet. He had a promise to make good on. 

Next Day

“Dude, you should read them though, they’re actually pretty good. Not the writing but the story. Love triangle, vampires, werewolves and hybrid babies.” Rooster said through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. 

Phoenix snorted, rolling her eyes. “Not the most intriguing introduction, Roos.” 

Bob watched as they jabbed back and forth, pushing his food around on his plate. 

Hangman and Coyote sat down with their trays, interrupting the squabble happening across from Bob. 

“What’s up?” Javy asked. 

“Are you team Edward or team Jacob?” Rooster asked, completely serious. 

Coyote’s eyebrows shot up, mouth pressed into a tight line. “Dude, are you talking about Twilight?” 

“Yes! Bob watched the films with his girl and he doesn't want to read the books but I think they’re pretty good and Nat says they’re crap and now we gotta decide what team.” Bradley rambled, earning another smack to the side. 

Javy stared them both down, an unimpressed look on his face. “I don’t like fantasy.” 

“WHAT? Dishonour on you, dishonour on your family, dishonour on your cow!” Rooster dramatically gasped, clutching at his chest. 

The entire table rolled their eyes at their teammates' dramatics, all of them now used to Bradley’s antics. 

“Okay fine. I didn’t care enough to choose a team, the films were good and I’ve already read the books but don’t tell my girlfriend that. She’ll never let me live it down.” Bob spoke up, making Bradley smile. 

“I knew it. Everyone has read those books, except Javy here, apparently.” Rooster announced proudly, reaching across the table to fist bump Bob. 

“I personally am Team Bella. Neither Edward or Jacob were good for her. Jacob was an immature kid, not his fault, it’s just his character and Edward had issues. Real issues. The best thing for her would have been to get the hell out of Forks and work on becoming her own person.” 

The entire table fell silent, staring at Jake who didn’t even look up from his plate. No one spoke for a few beats before Bradley began clapping like a seal, shit eating grin in place. 

Bob shook his head as he reached for his phone, texting his girlfriend. She would enjoy the currently bizarre conversation that was taking place and maybe he could get out of book club if he mentioned that apparently both Rooster and Hangman were fans of the series. 

Hangman and Rooster like Twilight. 

Make them bring food and the books next time you invite them over. 

PS, you’re still gonna read the books with me, pls. 

Damn, he really thought he’d gotten away with reading the darn books again. 

If you and I are going to have a book club, no one else is welcome. 

How come??

Club activities are strictly taking place in the bedroom. 

He sent off the last text quickly, before pocketing his phone and turning back to the conversation. 

He didn’t receive an answer until he was scheduled to fly. There was a short message and a picture attached. 

Fine. 

And beneath the text was a picture partially obscuring the view of what seemed to be his girlfriend’s favourite lingerie set and all four books of the series. 

Bob couldn’t wait to go home.

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#fe writes #HAPPY BIRTHDAY HELENA #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #top gun maverick fanfiction

[lordarsonizzzzt]

If you still want fluff, may I interest you with Clef, Bright, Kondraki and Glass with an S/O who carries around a handbag (bigger on the inside) that's filled with plushies and they throw said plushies on the doctors when said doctors are having a bad day

SCP STAFF WITH A READER THAT THROWS THEM PLUSHIES WHEN THEY ARE HAVING A BAD DAY.

CHARACTERS: ALTO CLEF, JACK BRIGHT, KONDRAKI, SIMON GLASS.(all platonic)

DR CLEF

✽ Today was shitty, to say the least. He had a lot of nightmares about her

✽ Today he was trying to be the funny asshole he always is, but he was more jumpy. If someone touched him and he didn't saw them he'll literally stumble back and his breath would quicken.

✽ He was now drinking some coffee, his lip a little bloody because of how hard he was bitting it. The moment he put his cup down and got up to go and do work he felt how he was punched by something.

✽ He looked down and saw a teddy bear, he took it and started looking around confused until he spot you.

✽ You were a Safe type SCP, a humanoid that liked to make people happy. You always carried around a bag similar to Santa's and would pull anything from it.

✽ He rolled his eyes but kept the plushie the whole day, he even ranted to it about the horrible soup and tried to give it sum soup so it could know that, it was indeed, horrible.

✽ Before he left he went to your containment cell with a little box, some rings and stuff in it. Inside your cell was a normal room, white walls with some red, yellow and purple paint sprayed on it, a bed, a desk with art supplies and a TV.

✽ He looked around and frowned when he realized you weren't there, which was weird cause your time to hang around the facility was over.

✽ He almost drops the box when you hugged him from behind and he stood still as a rock to then let himself relax in your embrace.

✽ "Hey kiddo, got you something, consider it a thanks"

DR BRIGHT

✩ He is always having a bad day, he's just good at hiding it.

✩ He was angry this time, well more of a mix of emotions. He just discussed things regarding TJ's situation with Mikell and his blood was boiling.

✩ He was close to just shutting off his brain and continuing his day as if nothing happened, to then unload in his house until he was hit with a plushie.

✩ He managed to grab it before it fell and he stared at it for a while, to then search around who threw it to him.

✩ He heard your laugh and it made him smile, you really were a nice addition to this site. Always running around giving people things, hugs, helping them.

✩ You never got too close to him tho, so interacting with you this first time was a new thing.

✩ He turned around to thank you but you were gone, he looked back at the plushie and then around to make sure no one was there. He hugged it hard and he let some tears drop, he thought of his little brother and how one day he will get him out of here and make him live a happy normal life.

✩ He named the shark plushie Thomas, and he lays in his in site dorm.

✩ He would try to hang around with you a little more, would become a father figure probably.

DR KONDRAKI

✿ He was having a bad hangover, he had a fight with Draven, he was close to getting into a physical fight just because.

✿ He spent most of his day in the cafeteria, drinking way too much coffee. He almost left when you came running from nowhere and hugged him, he froze.

✿ Yeah it was his idea that you roam free since you only want to make people happy, but it still was weird to have a SCP do that.

✿ You then pulled out something from your bag, and he almost laughed at the plushie.

✿ It was something in between a fat ferret or a fat cat, either way he loved it and when you gave it to him he smiled.

✿ "Thank you kiddo, how about I get you some apple juice hm?"

✿ Your fast nod was enough for him, he got up, ruffled your hair and went to get you some apple juice.

DR GLASS

✧ So this man doesn't have the greatest relationship with his family, today his mom called and they both had a fight over the phone.

✧ Everyone could notice that Glass was rather mad today, he would have to take a few second to answer so he didn't sound like an asshole.

✧ So everyone tried to not make that much contact with him, and he kept himself in his office just speaking to people when needed.

✧ He heard some knocks and he sighed, syaing 'come in'.

✧ So you came in, went over to him and handed him a tiger plushie, or something like that.

✧ He just started at it for a while, then he looked at you, then back at the plushie. He took it and mumbled a 'thank you'

✧ You stayed around in his office helping him until he felt better.

✧ At the end of the day, Glass was back to his normal self.

#scp x reader #dr clef x reader #dr kondraki x reader #dr bright x reader #dr glass x reader

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Seeing the kings reactions over the KingxSeraph shenanigans Mc did is soo funny specially lucifer XD

Out of context we need to see the seraph's reaction accidentally reading/getting recommended of that fanfiction while they're in heaven and they didn't know who tf wrote it lol

Let's just say that Eligos thought you how to code and showed you how easy it is to hack into Heaven's system. Of course, you, as a responsible adult, sent the angels a worm with the fanfiction you wrote of them.

Gabriel was scrolling through his phone to try and prove Michael wrong on something when he recieved a mail.

Michael: I'm telling you, Bethlehem is written with a 'th' not with a 't'

Gabriel: Shut up! Just because I have 'dyslexia' doesn't mean I'm illeterate! Let me look it up on my pho- OH MY LORD, GOD SENT ME AN EMAIL!

Michael, shocked but still intrigued: Wait, really? What does it say?!

Gabriel tries to control his growing arousel as he clears his throat and recites: My dear Gabriel, I apologise for the long wait. The hotel I'm @ doesn't have good internet connection. Here is a vision I had while sleeping 2night.

Raphael: Not to shit on your parade, but that doesn't sound like God to me

Gabriel: Did I say, Raphael, that you are a disgrace to angel kind. You should have been the one to fall, not Lucifer. Anyways!

Gabriel proceeds to read the fanfictions out loud with an increasingly confused voice. Michael knocks Gabriel's phone off and stomps on it to Gabriel's dismay.

Michael: That isn't God. God woundn't write something so unruly!

Gabriel: Those filthy demons! That's it! This time, I'll slay them all. I'm getting my whole army.

Raphael: Violence my beloved.

All the seraphim attack with an enraged look on their face. Except Raphael, he just has a boner and kills for the fun of it. Overall, bad idea, don't send smut to the angels while pretending to be God.

#whb #what in hell is bad #shipper au #whb gabriel #whb michael #whb raphael

[hischierdevils]

Close As Strangers | Q.H.

note: thank you to my cal anon for suggesting I write something based off of Close As Strangers by 5sos

summary: you realize that quinn doesn’t have to be physically gone for you to miss him

warnings: ANGST

wc: 1.7K

I'm afraid that I might be losing you

And every night that we spend alone

It kills me thinking of you on your own

And I wish I was back home next to you

When Quinn got back to the hotel after the game he was exhausted. He was two days into a ten day road trip and it was already hard to come back to an empty bed. As he changes out of his suit and gets ready for bed, he wonders what you’re doing. 

The two of you weren’t on very good terms when he left. The team had a couple of brutal losses back to back and Quinn had blamed it on himself. He internalized everything, coming home from the rink and ignoring you as he ran through the game in his mind trying to find all of his mistakes. 

The two of you had been together for a year already, so he thought you knew by now not to take it personally when he withdrew from you but you’d taken to sleeping on the couch a few nights before he left. He had stood by the door with his suitcase waiting for his goodbye kiss but you simply waved him off, barely looking in his direction. 

You hadn’t texted him before or after the game. He doesn’t even know if you watched it. You usually always send him a good luck text even though he never replies because he’s usually on the phone with his Dad. The last message in your text thread is you asking if the two of you could have a date night before he left. It had gone unanswered because he was in the gym with Petey. Besides, the two of you lived together. He saw you all the time. 

Now he lays in bed alone, wishing he could hold you in his arms as he falls asleep. He tosses and turns a few times before clutching the extra pillow and pulling it to his chest. You always start off spooning when the two of you fall asleep and then during the night you always somehow end up on top of Quinn. He teases you about it but he doesn’t mind. He loves waking up to you laying on his chest. 

Quinn lays in bed for what feels like hours but sleep never comes. His mind is full of thoughts of you and he starts to convince himself that you won't be there when he returns home. The thought is enough to make him sit up in bed and reach for his phone. It’s 12:30 a.m. his time which means it’s only 9:30 p.m. your time. 

Late night calls and another text

Is this as good as we're gonna get?

Another time zone taking me away from you

Your phone begins to ring with an incoming facetime as you take your makeup off. Quinn’s name comes up so you click accept and prop your phone up on the counter so you can continue your nightly routine. 

“Hey beautiful.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you wash your face. Of course he’s all cute and caring when he’s in a completely different timezone. 

“Hey. How was the game?” You ask. 

“We won. Did you watch it?” It’s so dark on his side of the screen that you can barely see his face. 

“No.” You respond as you reach for a towel to pat-dry your face. You did turn the game on for a moment but it hurt too much to see him smiling and laughing with his teammates during warm ups so you turned it back off. “I’m glad you won.”

“What did you do tonight?” You know he’s asking because he wants to know why you didn’t watch the game. How could you knowing the outcome of the game would determine if you got to talk to your boyfriend tonight? 

You take a minute to answer, dabbing moisturizer on your face before putting all of your products away. “Nothing, really.” You finally respond as you shut off the bathroom light and make your way into the bedroom you share with Quinn. “I had dinner and read my book.” The truth is you picked at your dinner before throwing most of it out. You tried watching his game but couldn’t stomach it, so you opened a book and stared at the same page for an hour. 

Quinn shifts on his side of the phone. When did it become so hard for the two of you to talk? “Sounds like a nice night.” 

When you first started dating, you stayed up for hours talking about anything and everything with him. Now you can’t even bring yourself to tell him you miss him. “Yeah, I guess.” 

“I love you.” He says as you get into bed. His pillow still smells like him and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with grief, as if the relationship is already over. 

“I miss you.” You whisper with tears in your eyes. 

On the phone I can tell that you wanna move on

Through the tears I can hear that I shouldn't have gone

Every day gets harder to stay away from you

Quinn sits up quickly when he hears you start to cry and he turns on his bedside lamp so you can see his face. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here.” His heart breaks as he listens to you sob. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Even when you’re here you’re not here, Quinn.” You tell him between gasps. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” 

“Y/n.” Tears begin to line his own eyes as he looks at the dark screen. He can’t see your face and he’s not sure if he wants to. “You don’t mean that. We’ll get through this.” 

“I don’t even know what we’re supposed to get through!” Your voice turns angry, making him wince. “You barely speak to me anymore Quinn. We don’t act like a couple. We’re just strangers that happen to live in the same house.” 

He realizes how much he’s been taking you for granted and his tears start to fall quickly. All he wants to do is reach through the phone and hold you. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’ve had a lot going on with the-”

“The team, I know.” Your voice is bitter. 

“Hockey’s my job y/n, you knew that going into this.” He bites back. 

“I knew that you’d have to leave for away games.” You’re not sobbing anymore but he can tell you’re still crying. “I didn’t realize how you played affected if I would get a good night kiss or not.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“Can you tell me the last time we kissed, Quintin?” He winces at the use of his full name. You never call him that. It hurts even more when he realizes that he doesn’t know the last time he kissed you. Surely it couldn’t have been longer than a week, right?

“I love you y/n.” He says through his tears. 

He hears you sigh. “I’m going to bed.” 

What does that mean? Are you broken up? “Can I call you tomorrow?” 

“I guess that depends on the game, huh?” You hang up before he can respond, leaving him staring at his own reflection. He told you twice that he loved you and you hadn’t said it back.

Are we wasting time

Talking on a broken line?

Telling you I haven't seen your face in ages

I feel like we're as close as strangers

You called off of work the next day. You’d spent most of the night crying after talking to Quinn and you woke up with a headache. You had no idea where the two of you stood or what you even wanted. You love Quinn, at least you thought you did. The Quinn you see now is just a shell of who he used to be. It almost seems like he decided that since you lived together he didn’t have to try anymore. 

You woke up to a good morning text from him so you responded wishing him luck at his game before you move to sit on the couch. Wearing one of Quinn’s hoodies with tears in your eyes, you search your laptop for affordable apartments in the Vancouver area. The thought of breaking up is killing you but so is the thought of staying. 

You don’t hear anything else from him before the game starts but you find yourself pulling it up on the tv anyway. You set your laptop down on the floor and watch the tv until you spot Quinn in a close-up. You wish you could say he looks miserable. That maybe he’s hurting just as much as you are but there’s nothing about his appearance that signifies that. 

His game though, is another story. He’s playing the worst game you’ve ever seen him play. You should turn it off, knowing there’s no chance you’ll be hearing from him tonight, but it’s like watching a car accident. You don’t want to watch but you can’t look away. 

With five seconds left in the second period, there’s a lot of traffic around the Canucks net and Quinn ends up taking a deflected puck straight to the face. He’s helped off the ice and goes straight down the tunnel. You watch in horror as the rest of the period plays out, waiting for news of him. He doesn’t come back on the ice and the game goes to second intermission. 

“Please be okay.” You whisper to yourself as you snuggle into Quinn’s hoodie. “Please.” 

Five minutes later, your phone is ringing. You answer right away when you see it’s Quinn. “Are you okay?” 

“Do you still love me?” His question throws you off. 

“What? Quinn…” Your mind is reeling. He just took a puck to the face and that’s what he’s worried about?

“Please don’t leave, okay?” His voice breaks up over the line. “I need you to be there when I get home.” There’s noise in the background and then ruffling. “I have to go.” 

“Quinn.” You say his name so he’ll stay on the line. “I need you to be here when you get home.” 

“I will be.” He says and then hangs up. 

#quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #my writing

[luvxiem]

Can I please request Shu fluff with 16."your mom called me.", 17. "i'll take care of it, don't worry." and 20. "can i borrow a hoodie?" "i don't know, will i get it back this time?" thanks! Congrats again on 500!

life goes on

[ INFO ]

✧ word count: ~800

✧ pairing: shu yamino x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff

✧ summary: a brief moment into your relationship with your boyfriend of 3 years.

"your mom called me."

the soft taps against your phone screen suddenly stop as your boyfriend turns the corner and enters the living room, the plant vs zombies theme still playing despite the lack of attention. when you turn your head to look at shu, you see him casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, an easy smile on his face.

"wha'd'you mean she called you?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. you raked through your mind to try and think of any possible reason for her to call him and come up empty handed. a sudden shiver runs down your spine. hopefully she wasn't calling about... about... marriage. ugh. even the thought of your dear mother subjecting your boyfriend to talks of marriage makes you want to shove your head into a pile of dirt.

shu pushes himself off the wall and plops himself down next to you, propping his head up against his hand on the backrest. leaning over, he pauses your game to save your poor peashooters.

"she just wanted to ask if we wanted to come over for dinner today," he soothed, grinning at your sigh of relief. you set your phone aside and turn your body to face him fully.

"did she say what we're eating? i feel like we always get pho when she asks us to come over." shu laughs and nods in agreement.

"that's true. why does she do that, anyways?" your glare has him raising his hands up in mock surrender.

"what? why are you looking at me like that?"

"you told her that you really liked the broth when you came over for dinner the first time. now she's doing that thing where you tell your parent you like a certain food and they always get that for you because they think it's your favorite," you grumble. sure, it's true that the broth from the restaurant your mom always orders from is amazing; however, you can't always eat pho whenever she invites the two of you over. at this point you're convinced she only invites you guys when she doesn't want to cook dinner or just wants pho for herself.

a sudden tap against your nose has you dragged back into the present, eyes wide as shu grins at your confusion.

"i'll just tell her you want pizza or sushi or something." your head falls against his chest in relief and you can feel more than hear his laughter.

"seriously?"

"yeah, i'll take care of it. don't worry."

without the threat of vietnamese noodle soup looming over you head, it's much easier to find the energy to agree to your mothers invite. shu is texting her the details when you suddenly remember your laundry still in the washing machine. poking your head out the bedroom door, you frantically call for the only other occupant in the apartment.

"shu! shu!!" the man in question looks up and raises an eyebrow.

"what's up, babe?"

"can i borrow a hoodie? my clothes are still in the washing machine." your boyfriend taps his finger against in chin as he shuts his eyes for a moment and pretends to think.

"hmm... i don't know, will i get it back this time?" he teases. you roll your eyes and head back to your guys' shared closet.

"i'm borrowing your light blue one!" you call out, hearing an 'ok!' in response. as you shrug it on and change into a different pair of pants, you return to the living room carrying your car keys in one hand and your wallet in another. shu is already dressed in outside clothes since he went out to buy groceries in the morning.

shu looks up from his phone at your entrance and stands, stretching his arms up over his head and lets out a pleasant sigh. the sigh quickly turns into a yelp, however, as you can't help but pat his cute tummy when his shirt rode up exposing soft, pale skin. you laugh at his whine ("hey! what the heck!") and slip your shoes on, holding the door open for your lover as the two of you slip out the apartment.

"hey, should we stop by the market on the way there?" shu asks. you nod, pressing the elevator button to take you down to the parking garage. "what did we bring last time? oranges? i think watermelons are in season right now, should we bring that?" the elevator dings and the door slides open as the two of you step inside and start your descent.

"watermelon is good," you agree. partly because you just wanted some for yourself, but you know your mom loves watermelon too so it's fine. "how can you tell if a watermelon is ripe, though?"

shu's eyes widen and starts explaining to you how his parents taught him how to tell a good watermelon from a bad one and you can't help but smile fondly at your lover.

today is a good day.

[ WRITTEN 230607 ]

500 follower event prompt list

#this is so asian family coded i'm sorry for my non asian readers #or just poc coded. do u guys also feel obligated to bring fruit whenever you visit people #luvxiem.writing #luvxiem.500 #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino fluff #shu.txt #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #ALSO I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE SO SORRY IF THE FORMATTING IS WEIRD #yaminions here is the food i promised 🫡

[marvelmusing]

Fear and Dreams

Pairing: Morpheus x Fear Spirit!Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Morpheus has reclaimed his sand, and his helm. His ruby has fallen into the hands of a being capable of driving humans to madness. But you’re not what Morpheus expected.

A/N: Phobetor is actually the name of a Greek god but I’ve decided to alter it so that Phobetor’s are beings of fear (like how Erotes are the beings of love)

“So,” Matthew starts, fluttering his wings as he settles in front of Morpheus’ feet. “What now?”

The King of Dreams glances down at him,

“My ruby. It was stolen from a mortal by a Phobetor.”

“Pho-what?”

“A Phobetor.” Morpheus observes the landscape of Hell that surrounds them as he speaks, “Something mankind has often called a Frightener. They are known to filter into the human mind and create terrifying visions.”

Matthew’s head tilts as he considers his master’s words. The world seems to get stranger every minute of the raven’s new life.

“Isn’t that just a Nightmare?” Morpheus pulls his pouch of sand out from the pocket of his coat, pouring a handful into his palm.

“Phobetor’s are spirits of fear, they prey on humans both awake and asleep.” The sand slips through his fingers, spinning in the breeze and surrounding them both. “They are not mine to control as Nightmares are.”

With that, the sand spins faster, Endless and raven both disappearing from Hell, in search of Dream’s ruby.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Clicking your tongue in thought, you survey the options staring back at you from the pale glow of the fridge. You have had an exceptionally good night - spending the majority of your time scaring men away from groups of girls as they climb into their Uber’s. Whenever someone approached you at a bar, the feeling of dread once they met your eyes soon had them scampering away.

Now, you’re back in the small studio apartment you call home, searching for a late night snack. With a small huff, you close the fridge door, only to reveal a figure clothed in shadow, standing next to you. You meet his eyes, raising your brow in curiosity before you step away.

“And I thought I was good at scaring people.” You remark lightly, opening a cupboard to look for a packet of cookies.

The being says your name in a firm voice, every syllable dripping with authority, and a chill runs down your spine. He then continues to speak,

“Phobetor, Creature of Fear, you have something that belongs to me. I should like it back.” You raise a brow at him, shutting the cupboard and turning to face him.

“Something?”

With the helm tucked under his arm, it isn’t hard for you to figure out who has materialised in front of you. Lord Morpheus, King of Dream, and Ruler of the Nightmare Realms. An Endless.

“My ruby.” The ruby that current hangs around your neck, hidden under your shirt. You can feel the soothing chill of it against your skin. The corner of your mouth quirks as you lean back against your kitchen counter.

“Say please.” His expression doesn’t change, but he tilts his head aside slightly.

“You ask a king to plead?” You almost shiver at the low tone of his voice, instead you shrug casually.

“It’s my only demand.” You assure him, before you reason, “If you’re going to take the one thing that’s allowed me a peaceful night’s sleep, the least you can do is ask nicely.”

He straightens slightly, regarding you with cold blue eyes, illuminated by the moonlight shinning through the window, before he says,

“Please.”

A faint smile tugs at your lips before you look down. You pull at the chain around your neck, sliding it up along your skin and over your head. Then you hold it out to him. His eyes fix onto the ruby, but flicker up to meet your own gaze as he reaches out.

You hope he can’t see the reluctance in your eyes. You know the ruby is rightfully his. But being a spirit of fear meant that when you closed your eyes to rest, your own nature would turn on you, filling your mind with painful visions. You don’t what it’s like to dream.

The ruby settles in his palm, and you both stare down at the stone, soon hidden by his fingers curling firmly around it. There’s silence for a moment. You expect him to leave. He has his ruby, there is no reason why he should stay.

“You have trouble sleeping.” He states, and you nod.

“I’m not mortal. I can’t enter the Dreaming without an invitation.” You tell him. Physically, you could visit the Dreaming, but it would be bad manners to arrive without an invitation. Due to your nature, the Dream Lord would see you as a threat to the solace humans find in his kingdom. “Who knows what terrors I could wreak upon the dreamers.” You add, with a small twist on your lips.

You know what you are, there’s no changing that. But it would be nice for someone to see you as something not to be feared. Gods and men alike have always feared your kind.

Lord Morpheus’ expression doesn’t change, but something glistens in his eyes, some emotion or thought that you have no hope of deciphering.

Then he steps back, gesturing to the ruby still nestled in his palm. He nods, his eyes lowered for a moment.

“I will not forget this.”

You’re not sure if that was a threat, or the promise of some favour to be granted several centuries in the future. You don’t have time to ask him. Sand swirls around his form, and you hear the caw of a raven outside as he disappears from your sight. Back to the Dreaming.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Gritting your teeth, you suppress a growl at the jingle of your keys hitting the floor in front of your door. The lack of sleep over the last week has been getting to you. After almost a century of peaceful nights, due to the ruby, you had forgotten how terrible your mind could be.

Not to mention the thoughts of midnight blue eyes, sharp features, and dark hair that impose on your waking hours.

Swiping up your keys, you turn quickly when you hear your name. No one knows your name.

The postman backs away when he meets your eyes, no doubt seeing his deepest darkest fears reflected in your irises.

“Yes?” You say tersely, and he takes a step back, almost falling down the stairs behind him. He fumbles with a small box.

“A package for you.”

You lean forward, and you see his throat bob with anxiety as you read the name on the package. You recognise your family sigil, and realise this is no mortal delivery.

Taking the box from him draws a sigh of relief from the man, and he withdraws quickly, insisting that you have a nice day, before he all but runs down the stairs.

“You too.” You mumble in response, but the door at the entrance three floors down is already slamming shut. You groan, rubbing your eyes. You need to pull yourself together, before you make some poor mortal wet their pants.

Once you’re sitting down on your couch, you pull the box into your lap. Carefully, you tear at the brown paper, revealing a delicate looking white box. Pushing the lid up, you see a mass of black tissue paper, which you rummage through before finding what’s inside.

A small crystal, red and shimmering with power. There’s a fine gold chain attached to the roughly cut stone, with a small clasp. Without thinking, you place the necklace around your neck. It settles comfortably against your skin, and some unknown tension inside you eases.

It’s then that you notice the note.

A crisp piece of white card, with an accompanying message written in black ink.

Consider this your invitation to the Dreaming

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

#morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless #the sandman netflix #the sandman fanfic #morpheus imagines

[jvngkook97]

Killing Me Softly

synopsis; you wake up from a night of fun, yet one you barely remember. your vampire bff ghosts you and your past comes to haunt you in the worst way possible. OR they say that blood is thicker than water, but what do you do when the person you trust most turns out to be the monster you’ve always been warned about?

pairing; vampire!jungkook x human!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, horror, smut(for later chapters), f2l, vampire au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, lots of confusion on reader’s part, moments of self doubt, flashbacks, mentions of blood, mentions of committing a violent act, familiar faces, soft vampire!koo moments, more horror tropes, some new competition for reader??

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 5,444

a/n; FIRST OFF THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE. this is part two of ‘sucker for love’. highly recommend reading that first chapter in order to understand what’s going on. don’t be a silent reader! <3 i can’t express enough how much all of your kind words and encouragement genuinely fuel my inspiration. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated in order to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

networks; @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet, @k-vanity

01. 02. 03

“Have we learned our lesson now?”

Your roommate, Valerie, leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, arms crossed over her chest. You flipped her the middle finger without looking, head still inside the toilet as your stomach relieved itself of whatever poison you ingested. An insult was on the tip of your tongue, but was silenced by another strong heave taking over. She had a point, you were never good when it came to parties and going overboard on drinking, but you would never admit it to her.

Your stomach was still churning from last night’s events, but settled enough for you to sit back against the wall of the bathtub and actually try to think on what the fuck happened. The last thing you remember clearly is Jungkook ditching you, hanging out with Jimin and Yoongi who saved you from being a loner at Namjoon’s party, leaving said party to head to another party once Namjoon shut his down with a group of people you weren’t quite familiar with, and then – nothing. Literally, nothing. It’s all a blank in your mind.

November 1st, 2022 9:04am

When you woke up this morning, you were in your own bed. Your head was a rat’s nest, your makeup was smeared, your clothes were dirty, ripped, and there was little specks of blood on the collar of your costume. Upon further inspection, you realize your cape was long gone and one of your heels was broken. So how you managed to get home on one working heel is beyond you.

What boggled your mind further was the flurry of texts you found on your phone once you plugged it in to charge. Apparently, your phone died sometime during your nightly shenanigans. Reading the texts, it was Jimin asking you where you were and if you were okay. Multiple calls and voicemails followed.

He sounded worried, scared even.

But, that made no sense, why would he feel the need to be so worried about you? Wasn’t he with you the whole time? Yoongi? As soon as you could focus well enough to type out a reply, you told him that you were at home and alive and left it at that. Shortly after sending, the ‘read’ notification pops up, those three bubbles form, and then disappear. You give him another few minutes, but they never return. Huffing, you throw your phone carelessly on the bed, it bounces off and lands on the floor.

Groaning in annoyance, you sink to your knees next to your bed when you realize it must’ve slid underneath when it bounced. Feeling around, your hand bumps into something sharp. You flinch and hiss, cradling your hand to your chest as you inspect the little dot of blood that builds on your fingertip. What the hell?

Now laying sideways on your stomach on the floor, your head turned to look under your bed, you get a better view. Instantly, you hone in on your phone, then use the flashlight on it to illuminate the sharp mystery object.

It was a knife. A bloody knife.

Your eyes widen in horror.

What did you do last night?

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

November 5th, 2022 7:52pm

Remember, remember—

You needed answers.

You needed to remember.

Ones that would explain why you’re currently concealing a potential murder weapon that’s now wrapped in an old raggedy shirt, in a dusty old shoebox, underneath your queen sized bed that ironically has a ‘Halloween’ themed throw blanket on top of it. The main antagonist wielding a knife that looked the exact same, the tip of it also adorning blood.

What can you say?

You’re a major fan of horror movies.

That’s not suspicious at all, though, right? It wouldn’t scream that you have a bloody knife of your own hidden just beneath the surface, right?

Even as you tug down the sleeves of your Freddy Krueger replica sweater you bought from Hot Topic in hopes of fighting off the bone chilly air of November, your thoughts are not only on the fact you may or may not have participated in someone’s demise last night, but they also drift to Jungkook who you haven’t heard or seen since he left you on Halloween night.

Normally, on nights where he has to feed, you wake up in the morning with him in your room just reading one of your books. The curtains are drawn, but he basks in the little warmth of the sun that his skin can handle as he lounges on your reading nook. Generally, it’s a Stephen King novel. He’s finished majority of them. Those days are the best, cause he chooses to be with you, knowing he can’t leave until it gets dark again.

Getting lost in thought, you mindlessly keep walking down the cobblestone path that’s usually quite popular with locals, but right now is barren all except for you—

—and the black cat that scurries across your feet, making you fumble before catching your footing in time so as not to fall flat on your face. The split second fall triggers both an adrenaline rush and a memory you thought you suppressed. You freeze. The wind whips your hair back and forth, some strands get stuck on your wet, slightly parted lips. Your eyes are unblinking, lost in the nightmare. The creases of your eyes begin to fill with tears and you feel a scream bubbling up your throat—

A hand on your shoulder brings you back.

You blink, the tears cease. You close your mouth, pushing your hair behind your ear. Turning around, you follow the hand to the body it’s attached too. Confusion flickers on your face, then is replaced by surprise.

It was the girl. Dracula girl.

From the party.

The ‘lady of the night’ that Jungkook chose.

She’s wearing a tight smile, lips painted a light red. It’s a sharp contrast that stands out against her pale, almost ghostly white skin. Though, that’s not what shocks you the most.

No, it’s her eyes.

Her red eyes.

“You’re y/n, right? Jungkook told me about you. Have a moment to talk?”

What the fuck did Jungkook do that night?

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“No.”

Your voice is hard, resolute. Your hands dig into the fabric of your jeans that are hidden from the top of one of the wooden picnic tables scattered throughout the local park. Your body is shaking, but it’s not from the cold. You refuse to believe what she – Jules – just told you.

It was impossible.

“Yes. It was your roommate. Valerie.”

Memories flash through your mind of the many years you’ve spent being best friends with your roommate, Valerie. She had her weird quirks, sure. Maybe you thought it was a bit strange when she would go out every Halloween by herself and never tell you where she goes. But besides that, she was just your sarcastic, mutual horror enthusiast, slightly odd and reserved best friend. You didn’t think she was capable of murder.

Nonetheless, be the hunter of vampires.

When you met Valerie, it wasn’t too long after the incident. It was at this local hole in the wall two in one book store and cafe called ‘Novels and Noodles’. You were slurping on some noodles when she first walked in. Your eyes flickered to hers for a moment, but then you went back to eating and paying no mind. A seat was open opposite you that she soon took upon herself to occupy, yet still, you didn’t bother attempting small talk. Back then, you became more reserved and cautious of those around you. He being the sole cause of it.

“Have an interest with vampires?”

After one last loud ‘slurp’ of a noodle, you pushed your now empty bowl aside and dabbed your mouth with a napkin before speaking. Bookmarking your page in the book you were reading, ‘Vampires for Dummies’, you then folded your hands on top of it and looked at her, fully.

Her style stood out the most to you. It was very gothic, yet girly. Mainly black, with subtle bursts of color here and there. Kinda like how you liked to dress when you weren’t wearing horror franchise merchandise. She had a few extra piercings in her ears where a small silver, slender dagger hung off a chain from her left ear. A necklace of a silver cross dangled surreptitiously between the exposed cleavage of her breasts due to the low cut neckline of her shirt as she leaned towards you with her elbows on the table, hands flat. A variety of rings were on her fingers, but one always stood out to you, cause it looked like a family crest you would see from the medieval days.

“I do, do you?”

“You could say that. Do you believe in ghosts?”

“I don’t have the ability of seeing them like Cole Sear, but I do believe in the idea of an afterlife.”

“I see dead people.”

You gave a snort at her reference, especially since she made an effort to sound small and scared to recite the line, leaning her body even more towards yours to the point of no longer sitting in her chair and rather fully bending in half over the table so you can hear her whisper it clearly.

She gave a light cackle of laughter as she plopped herself back down in her chair, her smile wide with mischief and eyes full of trouble. It was then that you knew you would get along well. Nothing was suspicious about her then, but now you wish you did ask the question that was on the tip of your tongue. Maybe you wouldn’t be as shocked as you were right now.

Jules atleast had the decency to play the part of a sympathetic human being, but you knew she found the whole thing entertaining, if not for the slight twitch of the curve of her lips that she tried to conceal with her hand over her mouth.

“Can we start at the beginning? Please? Like what the fuck happened the night of Halloween?”

“Well, you know I left with Jungkook.”

“Yes, well aware, thank you. But what happened after that?”

Her once playful demeanor turned into a more closed in one. Her smile dropped, flipping upside down into a frown. Her eyes became hollow as she stared at you, yet right through you at the same time. For a minute, she actually did look human.

“He took me to that cemetery that’s a few streets away, I can’t remember the name–,” her brows furrowed as she genuinely tried to remember it. You decided to help her out.

“Pearly Gates?”

She snapped her fingers, pointing at you to indicate you were right.

“That’s the one. We were–,”

You put a hand up, dumbfounded look on your face.

“Wait, wait, wait. You willingly went with him to a cemetery so late at night? You didn’t see that as some kind of red flag?”

She chooses to ignore you completely in favor of continuing the story. She knows you’re not wrong, she should’ve seen the multiple red flags, but by the time her rose colored glasses were removed – it was too late.

“We were strolling through gravestones for almost 10 minutes, then he made us stop at this above ground mausoleum that was located near the back. I remember thinking the design was so beautiful. It blew my mind the amount of intricate detail that was used on it, even though it was centuries old.”

For a few minutes she got lost in explaining the design in vivid details, and though you agreed with her completely, you were getting impatient.

“Right. Yes. Sounds amazing. And then?”

She pauses midway through her spiel to give you a piercing glare, but obliges your request.

“He had a key. We went inside. We made out. He’s really skilled with his–,”

“I do not need those vivid details, thank you.”

She just shrugs you off with a sinister smirk painted on her lips.

“I thought he was going to leave a hickey with the amount of pressure I was feeling against my neck, but before I knew it his teeth were sinking into me and surprisingly I didn’t care.”

You blanched at her words.

“Uh, what?”

“Honestly? Yeah, it hurts at first. But eventually it just feels so fucking good.” Her voice gradually turns light and airy at the end of her statement, eyes glossing over as if she’s reliving the moment right there in front of you.

A feeling grows within you at her reaction. Jealousy. It was stupid, it was illogical, but there it was. Casually growing within you, and soon, it’ll take over and blossom into a flower of chaos. You’re sure of it. For now, it was but a vine, but as it curls around your insides and slithers it’s way towards your heart, thorns prick and dig in to ensure a home within you.

“That’s when she came. Your roommate. Knocked on the side of the threshold to announce herself, twirling a wooden stake in one hand, and the other was placed on the hilt of what looked to be a knife that was latched in a sheath on her belt loop.”

Her breathing began to pick up, eyes now downcast on the table in front of you. For the first time since she started talking, you felt your own sympathy for the newly turned vampire. She didn’t ask for this, that much was certain. The only question that remained was as to why Jungkook decided to turn her – or rather what occurred to spur the life altering decision.

Offering a moment of solidarity between you both, you place one hand over hers on the table. If she’s consoled by it, she makes no move to show, though she does describe the events in morbid detail.

“She was so fast, aiming the stake for Jungkook. That much so, it didn’t register to either her or I when the stake missed Jungkook, who was gone in a flash it felt like, and instead sunk in right below my breast.”

Your eyes widened. You stayed silent.

“As I looked at her, she showed no remorse. Not an ounce. At least Jungkook had the decency to show some semblance of guilt. Probably why he ended up turning me after their little fight was over and she fled, couldn’t handle the fact that an innocent life was taken in place of his. Whatever it was, as much as I appreciate the gesture of goodwill–,”

Her voice quieted, eyes remained downcast as she spoke her next words with eerie confidence and absolute truth.

“I wish he had just left me to die.”

A sharp inhale could be heard from your end as you squeeze her hand to comfort her in the only way you as a human know how.

“She only used the stake that night, correct? Not the knife?”

She finally tears her gaze from the splintering wood to stare at your curious ones.

“Yes. Just the stake. Why?”

“Fuck.”

You let go of her hand in favor of running yours through your hair anxiously. It causes Jules to now stare at you in curiosity.

“Why are you so worried about the knife, y/n?”

You bite your lip, contemplating on whether or not you can actually divulge such a truth, then think, fuck it.

“There’s a bloody knife hidden in a dusty ass shoebox underneath my bed right now and I have no remembrance of how it came into my possession or why there’s even blood. Safe to say, I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“You think you actually have the gall to murder someone? Or do you believe it’s the same knife as your vampire hunter roommate?”

“The latter, hopefully. But if you didn’t see her use it, that begs the question on if she used it later on that night, or I did.”

“That’s quite the conundrum you’re in, y/n.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Blowing out a puff of glacial air, you glance at the lock screen on your phone that’s been laying on the table next to you the entire time. Not once has it gone off, but when you tap the screen and see Jungkook’s fangy smile, does your heart drop into your stomach.

Working up the nerve, you once again look across into the eyes of Jules.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Her shoulders raise as she lets out her own puff of air, her body going lax with indifference.

“No idea. Woke up in his house, he gave me some lessons on how to be a good vampire for a couple of days, then left on some kind of quest–,” she puts air quotes up. “–his words not mine. Gave me your address and showed me a picture of you incase I wanted some company that knew about vampires. Then promised he would be back soon and to behave.”

“How did you know the person who attacked you was my roommate then?”

“Oh, he told me. He didn’t sound surprised with her appearance though. It’s like they had some sort of familiarity with each other as they fought. Like they could predict each other’s moves. It was weird.”

“What the fuck.”

You were thoroughly confused. How the hell could they know each other and not tell you?

“That’s what I’ve been saying from the moment I was reborn, as Jungkook so poetically spewed at me.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

After your epiphany of a talk with Jules, who swore up and down she wouldn’t go on a killing spree in your small town, you found yourself once again walking back home. Instead of the short, creepy, dark forest route — you opted for the long way home surrounded by various mom and pop outlet stores and eateries.

Big mistake. You should’ve known that being from your small town and daring to venture near a popular hangout strip of said town would promote the dreaded small talk to occur with people you’d rather avoid at the moment.

“Y/N!”

You pretend to not hear the owner of the voice in hopes they’ll leave you alone, picking up your pace. It does nothing to dissuade them from getting closer and using one of their long, lanky, arms to swivel around your shoulder and veer your short frame towards their broad chest. Your feet tangle in the process, and you lean more into the figure in hopes of regaining your footing sooner rather than later.

Their other arm joins the first to fully envelope your body with theirs in a now tight hug, something they’re famously known for. That and–

They pull away enough for you to inhale a good amount of fresh air, before your lips feel a chaste pressure against them. The feeling is light and feathery, then it’s gone just as quick as it arrived. A boxy smile is now taking up your entire line of vision and you internally groan at the male before you, Taehyung — your ex.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, y/n! How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know. Chilling, killing.”

He lets out an exaggerated bellow of laughter that he leans his whole body backwards to get into. You take the chance to slither out of his hold and gain a few feet of sweet, sweet distance. You purse your lips, only half joking with your statement, since you’re still not sure what the story is behind the bloody knife.

“Ever the horror fanatic. You haven’t changed one bit, y/n.”

“Nope.”

“When Jimin told me that you hung out at a party, I must say, I was very surprised. Never thought you would step foot in one since you didn’t seem interested in them when we were dating.”

Jimin. Right. Though your ex left town years ago, even before the incident, he makes a point to come back every now and then to visit his dear friend. Maybe this meeting can be fruitful for you after all. You just have to endure his touchy, feely personality for a little while longer.

“Yeah, well. You know better than anyone that people change, Taehyung.”

His smile is still present on his face, but it becomes more tight, losing its previous sincerity. He clears his throat and goes to talk when he’s interrupted by another voice you recognize.

“Leave y/n alone, Taehyung. She doesn’t want to hear about your ridiculously expensive travel expeditions.”

You can see Taehyung’s face clearly annoyed when he rolls his eyes at the comment made on his lifestyle. It takes all you have not to laugh, biting your lip to prevent the smile that wanted to make it’s debut at the male’s displeasure. Taehyung turns sideways to make some kind of snarky, yet good natured retort back and thus shows your savior in all his glory.

Min Yoongi. One half of the truth that occurred that Halloween night. Maybe he could help shed some light on the shadowed memories of your mind.

Yoongi makes a point to step inbetween you both, hands firmly tucked into his black windbreaker. His medium length long hair whips back and forth for a moment when the wind kicks up, leaves caressing your feet and ankles due to the strong gust. Some even float across your face that you subconsciously follow with your eyes until it becomes one with the night sky.

It’s not until Yoongi addresses you with a warm hand on your shoulder blade, does your attention get diverted back. Thankfully, Taehyung is long gone, presumably within the confines of one of the many stores around you.

“You feeling okay, y/n?” His voice is both the usual monotone, yet there’s a hint of warmth within the question, as if he’s genuinely concerned with your well being.

It takes you a moment to digest, then repress the urge to lay everything on the poor, unsuspecting guy. He doesn’t need to get dragged into your shitty problems.

“I’m uh, good. Thank you.”

You try to sound convincing, you do. But he sees right through the minuscule tremble in your voice and narrows his almond shaped eyes into yours.

“You’re a terrible liar. You know that?”

A nervous grin appears, and you hug yourself in an attempt to play it off. He was always too keen on reading nonverbal cues, being ever the silent one for as long as you’ve known him. Him preferring to talk with gestures and grunts.

“Did they do anything to you?”

Your brows furrow in confusion, head tilting to the side.

“Who are they?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No…? Should I?”

He runs the hand that was once on your shoulder, now through his silky black hair. He puffs his cheeks for a second, then let’s it go.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you go with them. But your friend was with them so I thought–,” he scuffles his foot on the wet cobblestone beneath you in aggravation.

“What friend, Yoongi?”

“I’m not good with names, uhm. Veronica? Vicky?”

“Valerie.”

“Her. Yes. She was with these guys who were all dressed in the same black garb and wore this white mask, it was weird. She was the only girl, but didn’t seem intimidated in the least bit by them. And now that I think about it..,”

You may have been physically in front of him, but in your mind you were far away. Men in black, with white masks? The only image that fits that description for you is one from your nightmares. You can feel your heart rate increase, and it takes everything in you not to break down in front of Yoongi.

“…neither did you, y/n. Actually, you went more than willingly. What made me cautious for your safety was the knife that your friend was brandishing so haphazardly in front of your face as she waved bye to us and you all were gone.”

“Knife? Like, a real knife? Not a prop?”

He nods his head in answer before explaining his reasoning.

“Would’ve thought it was fake, had it not been for the glare that caught my eye and reflected back on your face.”

“Huh, that’s quite–,”

“Horrifying?”

“Fun.”

He deadpans at your joke.

“Kidding! It’s all good. I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“Y/N–,”

You take a step back, shooting finger guns at him.

“Gotta jet. But it was nice talking with you. See you around!”

Before he can utter a reply, your figure becomes nothing but a dot in the distance until he loses sight of you completely. He lets out a low exhale, face void of emotion. You didn’t give him the chance to tell you one small, minor, detail from that night.

That right before you left with the group, he could swear that your eyes flashed this mixed shade of your usual color and red.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“What a fucking day.”

You mumble face down in your pillow as you ungracefully threw yourself on your bed, having finally made it back home to the safe confines of your bedroom without running into anyone else. Not even your roommate, who seems to be out and about, and for that, you’re grateful. Lord knows you’re not good at acting.

“Tell me about it. What took you so long to come back home?”

Your head instantly shoots up and you lock eyes with a welcomed intruder who seems to have made themselves comfortable on your reading nook, a decent sized book held in one hand lazily as he flips the page with a bored expression. His focus is on the words, his eyes moving back and forth as he reads.

“You little shit.”

Your hostile tone is what causes his eyes to flicker to yours in amusement, one brow arching in question. Bookmarking the page, he closes the book gently, laying it on the window sill next to him before slowly standing up to his full height. You scramble to your own feet, standing on the bed.

When he gets close enough, you flying squirrel yourself at him, him catching your body effortlessly. Your legs hook around his waist, arms securing around his neck as you bury your face into his cool skin. Your words are muffled as you speak, and he can’t hear you clearly when you berate him.

“What was that? I don’t speak mumble, y/n.”

His voice is teasing, as he mindlessly and ceremoniously breathes in your comforting scent with closed eyes. Oh, how he’s missed this.

How he’s missed you.

When you break away enough to be face to face with him, he’s surprised to see tears streaming down your face. His once playful exterior turns into one of concern, his mouth opening to question your current state, but there’s no need when you explain in detail what’s been going on the last few days.

He takes it all in, all the while maneuvering you both to your bed where your butt still rests on his closed legs. His hands now find purpose in cupping the sides of your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears as they come. When you finish, and the tears slowly dry, does he speak.

“I guess now is a good time as any to come clean.”

“Jungkook? What do you mean?”

“About your roommate, your best friend, Valerie.”

You don’t miss the way he sharpens his tongue when he says the words, and you wonder if he’s jealous, or just downright loathes her.

“Yes, that would be fantastic.”

“We should get more comfy, it’s gonna be awhile.”

He then goes on to explain how their paths initially crossed. It was long before you ever came into the picture. Back then, she wasn’t alone in her pursuit of him and rather preferred to hunt in a group. Much to your dismay, he confirms Yoongi’s prior description of the people she hangs around with and what they wear. It makes your breathing hitch. He notices, pausing in his rant to make sure you’re okay with him touching on the next subject of your attacker and that traumatic night. All you do is nod. He continues.

When he saw your attacker in the same outfit as the ones who hung out with Valerie, he knew that she must be closing in on his whereabouts. Something, he said, he’s been successful up until this point with concealing. It wasn’t until he caught sight of her with you at the bookstore where you first met her, that he knew positively she was back.

He never in his wildest dreams imagined that she would go so far as to use you to get closer in killing him. He wanted to believe she just wanted to make an honest friend of you, and so he made sure to only come to you on the days she was gone so as not to intervene. So long as she didn’t hurt you, he didn’t see any problems with you maintaining the friendship.

That was, until Halloween night.

She showed up with her usual minions in tow, but what he didn’t expect was for your little red riding hood costume clad figure to be standing next to her, with a knife.

Your eyes widened in horror at his next words.

“…..that’s when you stabbed me, but don’t worry, it can’t kill me obviously. And it’s already healed. What I don’t know is how she was able to control you. That is the mystery I’m currently trying to solve.”

“You’re saying that the bloody knife that I hid underneath my bed has your blood all over it?”

“Yes, but y/n, you have to realize–,”

It physically pains him when you tear yourself away from him as if he’s a raging fire and you just got third degree burns. Even more when you place yourself as far away from him as possible with the guiltiest look on your face he’s ever seen anyone wear.

His eyes soften, and he cautiously gets up to walk close to your shaking form.

“Y/N, love–,”

A broken whimper comes from you, and if he had a heart, it would be split in two at this point.

“It’s not your fault, okay? I don’t blame you, I’m not mad at you. And I’m fine. See?”

He shrugs his jacket off to then unbutton his long sleeved dress shirt. Sliding his right arm out of the material, he showcases his now bare chest to you. You inch closer and he grabs your extended hand to place it on the spot right above his heart. The skin there is flawless, no blemish in sight. Even though your fingers still glide over his cooled skin and you can feel the truth in his words, you believe your eyes are just deceiving you, letting you see only what you want to see in order to keep you sane.

“This is where it went in, and let me once again reiterate that it was. Not. You.”

His hands are on your shoulders, lightly shaking you. His voice is firm, yet soft.

“I know my y/n wouldn’t hurt a fly–,”

“I own a fly swatter and have murdered millions of fly families.”

He ignores you.

“–nonetheless me. Just like I would never hurt you. I’m just sorry I wasn’t there to prevent them from using you.”

“I’m sorry, koo.”

Your voice is small, so small, it’s a good thing he has very good hearing or he wouldn’t have heard your sorrowful apology. It makes his undead heart weep.

“Baby, come here.”

He pulls you taught against his chest and you take solace in his embrace. As he sways you both back and forth, you know you should be focused on solely him, but your mind can’t help but wander to forbidden, repressed territory.

It only makes you press further into him until you both are essentially one, your shaking increasing as well as the sound of your muffled sobs. Later, you’ll apologize for getting his shirt all wet and throw it in the dryer to make dry.

A loud slamming of the front door is what ceases your movement, your breathing. A voice echoes throughout your apartment and your fear only heightens.

“Y/N! You home, girl? I got this new horror movie that just went straight to DVD and plenty of snacks to fill our bellies!”

Her footsteps quiet, before becoming louder as she decreases the distance between the living room and yours. You can even hear the jingle of her metal chain belt she chose to wear today, the clinking only making the weight in your chest that much more prominent.

You and Jungkook look at each other.

Valerie was home, with Jungkook in your room.

Shit.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

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[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Reminiscence

Phos!Reader x (Platonic) Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Angsty, flashbacks of Phos' life and progression, regret and depression

Notes: it be like that sometimes

The black screen of the TV flashes to life once again.

The camera clicks on, showing your figure sitting stiffly on a chair in a classroom. Your hair is in a short ponytail, eyes bright as your hands are cautiously fiddling with the hem of your uniform skirt. Your posture is rigid, lips almost in a grimace as you stare forward like a deer in headlights.

"Name." A voice comes from behind the camera.

"Y- Y/n." Your voice is high and strained.

"Age."

"I- I think I'm around 16?"

"Favourite colour?"

"Red, maybe?" Your words almost sound like a question.

"Hobbies?"

"Uhm, I like sleeping?" Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Grade?"

"Like- school? Uh- 10? Oh, wait, oh sorceror grade! I'm- I'm not good enough to get graded, yet." Your tone dampens, back slouching.

"How long have you been at Jujutsu Tech?"

"Maybe, a month?"

"How do you feel about Jujutsu Tech?"

You open your mouth, closing it again as you gulp, scratching the back of your neck nervously.

"I- I like it, I really really do. The people are lovely, I feel like I'm in heaven. Everyone is so kind. Gojo - Sensei, Ieiri - Sensei, Yaga - Sensei, they're all so caring. Even my classmates! Yuji is so funny, and Nobara is so sweet! Megumi's a bit grumpy, but I want to get closer to him. I want to get closer to everyone."

Your expression softens to a giddy smile.

"Say a message to your future self."

"Hey! Are we a grade 1 sorceror, yet? Or did we end up staying with Ieiri - Sensei? Did we grow up pretty? Have we killed a curse by yourselves yet? Even if we haven't, it's OK, as long as we're happy!"

The camera shuts off, the last thing seen on screen being your smile and frantically waving hands.

The blank screen of the TV flashes to life once again.

The camera clicks on, showing your figure standing near the entrance of the school. It's the early afternoon, the sun shining on your skin. Your hair is tied back into a half up - half down ponytail. Your legs now have stripes of a black, metallic substance. You're smiling brightly at the camera.

"Name." A voice speaks from behind the camera.

"Y/n." You answer in a calm tone.

"Age."

"Around 16."

"Favourite colour."

"Blue. Blueberry blue, to be specific. The colour of Megumi's eyes." You laugh, turning to look at the boy who was walking past, being seen in the corner of the screen. His eyebrows furrow, shaking his head as he hides his face in the collar of his jacket.

"Concentrate on the camera." He huffs, making you laugh louder.

"Huh, what about me?" Another boy with pink hair comes onto screen, pouting at you.

"Don't worry, Yuji, I also like," You squint at the boy, leaning closer as you stare into his eyes, "Brown, it's a nice colour."

The boy makes a noise of surprise, gawking at you.

"You didn't know my eye colour til now!"

You laugh as the dark-haired boy is seen pulling the pink haired boy away from you. You turn back to face the camera.

"Sorry about that."

"Hobbies."

"Recently, I've liked going shopping with Nobara! She's so much fun to hang out with, even Maki - Senpai. I still like sleeping, though."

"Grade?"

Your eyes brightened, hands clasping together as you leaned back and forth on the balls of your heels.

"I'm Grade 2 now! I know, I know, I'm amazing!" You smile, scratching the back of your neck almost shyly.

"It's cause of my legs, they're so cool, see, see!" You grin, running to a nearby tree and back in a few seconds.

"How long have you been at Jujutsu Tech?"

"3 months."

"How do you feel about Jujutsu Tech?"

"I love it! It feels like home! I've been training with Gojo - Sensei lately. I met another sensei recently though, Nanami - Sensei! And I met a 3rd year, his name is Yukio - Senpai. He's so frown-y, all the time, like Megumi! But he's very caring, oh- there he is!"

The camera follows your finger as you point to a pale, white-haired boy walking through the gates. He has a bruise on his face, light grey eyes staring into the camera, then back at you.

"Yukio - chan! How was your mission?" Your face lights up, pulling the boy by his arm onto the screen.

"Don't call me that." He states almost monotonously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine, Yukio - Senpai. You must be tired, go to Shoko - Sensei." You frown, letting go of him.

He sighs, turning around. Before he leaves, he ruffles your hair, flashing an almost nonexistent smile to the camera as your expression brightens up.

"Say a message to your future self."

"Hey! Are we a 1st grade sorceror yet? Have we beaten Yuji in Mario Kart? Have we managed to land a hit on Megumi when we spar? Has Gojo- Sensei finally gotten us the sushi he promised? Well, I believe in us, anyways! Whatever we're doing, we must be happy, huh?"

The camera shuts off, the last thing seen being your wide smile and frantically waving hands.

The black screen of the TV flashes to life once again.

The camera clicks on, showing your figure leaning against the wall of the school building. It's in the late afternoon. The sky is dark. Rain can be seen to your side and in the distance, uncovered by the shelter.

You're dressed in a light blue hoodie and shorts. Your hair is now short, above your ears. You have a few plasters on your face. Your eyes are dull, dark circles underneath them. Your hands are gold, shiny even in this lighting.

You look to the side, away from the camera. Your lips pulled into an awkward smile as you fiddled with the charm connected to the hilt of your sword. A metal snowflake.

"Name."

"Y/n."

"Age."

"Roughly, 16."

"Favourite colour."

"Blue."

"Hobbies."

"Training."

Your expression and tone of voice have not changed thus far.

"Grade?"

Your lips pull into a thin line. You freeze for a few seconds, sighing deeply.

"Special."

"How long have you been at Jujutsu Tech?"

"4 and a half months."

"How do you feel about Jujutsu Tech?"

Your eyes focus on the rain, and you stay silent.

A crash of thunder makes you focus on the camera for a split second before looking away.

"It's nice. Gojo - sensei, uhm, the people. Everything, I guess- it's, it's nice." You begin to nervously fiddle with the charm again.

"Say a message to your future self."

"We- let's keep getting stronger."

The camera shuts off, the last thing seen being your face as your eyes glaze over, fingers tightening around the hilt of your sword.

Gojo's eyes are still trained on the large TV, his hands folded as he sighs. He presses a button on the remote, playing the next video.

The TV lights up once again, showing a teenage Gojo smiling at the camera. He's at Jujutsu Tech, a brown haired boy waving at the camera with a bright smile, standing a ways behind him. A blonde haired boy stands motionless next to him.

"Suguru! Look here!" He turns the camera around to face a dark-haired boy who smiles at the camera.

Gojo grits his teeth, looking down as the video continues to play. The loud shouts of various teenagers can be heard, laughter ringing throughout the dark, empty room.

"Suguru, where do I keep going wrong?"

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[cassieuncaged]

Night Out (A Mortal Kombat Oneshot)

Summary: Nyx and Alex go out for a night out, away from the Black Dragon.

TW: shenanigans, light violence, bleeding, suggestiveness, mention of tattoos, language (etc.)

WC: 3.4 K

A/N: Thank you to the amazing @chadillacboseman for letting me use Alex for this totally fun oneshot of Nyx actually making a friend and finally allowing someone to get to know her (sort of). It's just a fun outing mostly and little bit of trouble because this is the gruesome twosome we're dealing with here :)

Other's OC's Mentioned:

Echo (@roofgeese)

Tigue (@mintspider)

Ombra (@theelderhazelnut)

Kate (@quantum-lover)

Thanks for letting me borrow your babies!

Taglist: @roofgeese, @chadillacboseman, @theelderhazelnut, @quantum-lover, @elderglocks, @galaxycunt, @voidika, @spacestephh

Lights on the rooftop flickered, cigarette smoke hanging in a filmy haze. The night was black, starless except for the skyline of L.A. If that even counted. Nyx expelled smoke from her painted lips, thinking of the city and her crummy little apartment crammed above a Thai food restaurant. At least that meant unlimited helpings of pho and noodles to get her through sleepless nights.

The door creaked on its hinges before slamming shut with a thud. Rubber soles smacked against loose asphalt. Nyx felt her jaw tighten, suppressing a scream as she felt the pressure of company forced upon her. Nostrils flared, fat plumes of smoke exuding in silent aggression.

“What up, Elvira.” Alex yawned, nursing a swollen jaw with a frozen flank steak. She had no idea where it came from and didn’t really want an explanation. “Surprised you’re still here.”

“Doing Kano’s dirty work doesn’t leave me with a lot of time for a budding social life.” Burgundy eyes rolled, contact slipping enough to reveal a sliver of blue. Alex didn’t seem to notice. “Don’t you have another fight?”

“Got paid to throw it,” he shrugged, setting the steak on the ledge to pull a hoodie over his plain t-shirt. “Took a pretty nasty hit to the jaw. Bit the inside of my cheek.”

He tapped the bloated side of his face, blood soaked gauze exposed when his lips were cracked open. 

“That explains it then,” Nyx smirked, flicking her cigarette off down below. He sounded like his tongue was too fat for his mouth.

“That’s littering,” he lisped with a chuckle, earning an eye roll, “Red irises tonight.”

“Yeah. So?” she snapped, crossing her arms over a leather clad chest. 

“Just making small talk.” He laughed again, wincing at the throbbing pain in his jaw. “Which you are great at by the way.”

“Dickhead,” Nyx groused, eyes focusing on the waning sliver of moon.

“I’d make a jab too but something tells me you’d sock me in the other cheek.” 

“Just like Jesus.” She actually cracked a smile, tipping her head in his direction. Alex hand never noticed until then how long her nose was, silhouette prominent against sprawling darkness.

“Exactly.” he nodded firmly, watching as she rested her arms across the ledge. Alex did the same. “Except I can’t turn water into wine.”

“Bummer.” that dry timbre returned, pale fingers knotted in a fist, nails lacquered black.

Of course.

Nyx was as plainly predictable as she was capricious. A mall goth pushing what everyone assumed was thirty, based on interests and pop culture references. Alex had garnered that she’d watched the Price Is Right when she was home sick from school and loved Gerard Way. Both were slips on her part but he could be disarming considering the regulars who frequented the Black Dragon. She wasn’t completely inscrutable like Echo.

“What’s your poison? You don’t seem like a cabernet type.” He pronounced the word incorrectly.

“Cabernet.” She corrected, lazily. He didn’t mind the habit of hers. It bothered the shit out of Kabal and Kano. “And I don’t drink. Not anymore.”

“Alcoholic?” he giggled, trying to be quippy and fresh. Keep the mood light. It wasn’t his best idea.

“Recovering actually. Prefer the Devil’s Lettuce these days. Maybe a bit of Molly if I go to a club.” This was absolutely shocking. He felt like he was discovering virgin land. No one else had ever pushed this far and been admitted. He’d expected a sweetheart like Kate would have been able to crack this nut but apparently it was Alex who was the excavator of this social ‘dig’. “Good way to pick up chicks.”

“You go out?” he was flabbergasted, scratching at the tag at the neck of his t-shirt. “I thought the rumors about you going home to a ferret were true.”

“Who the fuck knows about that?” she turned completely, black lips agape, piercings gleaming in the moonlight. A septum and an eyebrow stud. Not to mention a fading scar decorating one eye. He’d never studied her like a bug under a microscope before.

“Kabal. Says your pillow talk leaves something to be desired.” He shrugged, half smile plastered across a tan face. Black brows quirked. If Nyx didn’t know any better, she’d say he was handsome. A dope, but handsome nonetheless.

“Fuck a guy once and he can’t stop talking about your ferret.” Those dark eyes rolled, in annoyance, small hands flying up to smooth bi-colored hair. 

“That sounds like a double entendre.” 

“Well, it’s not.”

“What’s it named?” he was genuinely curious, shocked by their conversation’s progression. Any other time she’d briskly tell him to ‘fuck off’.

“Her name is Ghost.” she added softly, “She’s all I have left.”

A heavy silence lingered as Nyx fished in her pockets for fingerless leather gloves. Pulling them over pallid digits. She was getting ready to leave. Alex wasn’t exactly expecting a goodbye but was wholly shocked when she cocked her head and said:

“Wanna go out and paint the town black?”

……

Muscular arms wrapped around Nyx’s middle as the Ducati zipped through traffic. She wasn’t used to a passenger but loved the chance to show off. Even though she wore the only helmet; hopefully Alex wouldn’t go careening off into the street, head splitting like a watermelon.

She liked the guy and that would be a tragedy. 

So the woman carefully glided between vehicles, sliding through a few yellow lights before turning onto Sunset. Neon lights blinded them, theaters wedged between many palm trees in concrete prisons. She hated the nightlife splendor, only partaking in a few clubs to find someone to occasionally warm her bed. There was never company, a passenger wrapped around her gut, clenching tighter at every stop light. 

“You want In ‘n Out?” she slid the visor back, turning so Alex could hear her. She knew he was a glutton for carbs but only got a sharp headshake in response.

“Nah,” his voice was muffled beneath his white fanged mask, dark eyes sparkling with childlike glee. “Let’s find a strip club around here. Those places have the best wings.”

“Really?” she asked, fingers tapping on the leather handles of the bike, eyes flitting back to the fiery red light. “Didn’t take you for the strip club type.”

“What can I say,” he stretched his fingers across her leather clad jacket, catching a slight spasm. “Holy shit! Are you ticklish? The Princess of Darkness is a secret softyyyy-”

His words lingered like a comic book character’s speech bubble left hanging in the air, tires screeching when the light turned green. Stark white hair covered dark eyes like a blindfold as Nyx weaved in and out of cars. A chorus of honks chided them, a track of burnt rubber tattooed onto the asphalt.

The distant Hollywood Hills looked like mountainous peaks, light pollution adding a supernatural austere. Nyx enjoyed how the city came alive at night, sprawling miles of pink and blue lights spreading out like a network of veins. They were nestled in the belly of the breathing beast, the same one that housed the parking lot she wickedly turned into. Alex held on for dear life, jostled off the seat before she slid into an empty spot.

“That was kickass,” he proclaimed, pulling his mask off and slicking wild hair back into its ponytail. “You ever watch Akira?”

“Hell yeah,” she added, voice muffled beneath the helmet before prying it off. Black and white was fully revealed in a waterfall, space buns slightly squished. “Always wanted to recreate that slide. Figured it’d make me a badass.”

“Puh-lease.” Dark chocolate eyes rolled, tan skin appearing golden beneath flashing neon lights. The man had the body of a heart throb housing the personality of a puppy. He was like a cute kid brother she was growing protective of. “You say that like you aren’t already.”

“Thanks,” black lips pursed for a moment as gloved fingers sat the helmet atop the vinyl seat. Both turned to gawk at the neon sign flashing above them. It read Sunset Girls in flamingo pink, featuring the silhouette of a woman dancing when the light flickered. “You wanna go in?”

“Fuck yeah,” Alex exclaimed, pulling a pair of Wayfarers from his pocket and sliding them on. Nyx snorted; he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses and sporting a purpling bruise on his jaw. One arm was tossed across her slender shoulders as he steered them both towards the door.

……

The place wasn’t a dive, but it sure as hell wasn’t classy either. Blue and purple lights painted the stage in the same indigo as an aquarium paired with the odiferous scent of cheap perfume and sweat.

Nyx had secured a small table towards the back while Alex combed through a rather sizeable buffet, sunglasses pushed atop his head. Def Leppard’s Animal throbbed through the sound system while a woman with a curtain of bottle blonde hair snapped a sequin bikini off. 

Black lips curled in amusement; the establishment was so painfully cliched, right down to the schlubby sleazes roaring in amusement and throwing crumpled dollars onto the lighted floor. Taking a sip of a weakly mixed Bloody Mary, red contacts found her buddy for the evening ambling over with an abundantly filled plate.

“Here!” The food was plopped on the table, one side being presented as an offering. “They even had crab rangoons. You like those?”

“Not usually at a nudie bar, but I’ll bite.” Alex only smiled politely, not completely hearing sardonic words buried beneath the hair rock. Picking up the fried packet of dough, Nyx carefully tore it open with her front teeth. The filling was actually quite delicious as she began to chew, watching Alex destroy a pile of wings, “Holy shit, this is amazing!”

“Best part about these places is the food!” He used one hand to magnify his voice as soon as the song ended. 

“Dude,” a man a few tables over chimed in, “You know there’s naked chicks here, right?” 

“Drizzle them in cheese and jalapeños like the nachos at the buffet and then we’ll talk.”

Nyx practically choked on her drink, watching in amusement as the stranger grinned awkwardly, earning a genuine thumbs up from Alex before Xtina’s Dirrty was queued next.

“You’re alright.” She settled leather clad arms on the table before playfully socking the man in the shoulder.

“Kano should get you to fight,” he snickered, playfully rubbing his arm, “You could smash someone’s skull with that right hook.”

“Shut up,” her eyes rolled before quick fingers snuck another rangoon from his plate. 

“Come on,” he teased, “sharpen it up and you’d fit right into the line up with Tigue and Ombra.”

“Don’t forget about Kate.” She warned; the woman could fry them all to a crisp but Nyx had a soft spot for her.

“I always thought you didn’t give a shit about us at the club. Like in a ‘too cool for school’, edgy rebel sort of way.”

“I don’t like to get attached to anyone in this business,” her gaze dropped to the table, fingers aimlessly braiding straw wrappers together. “It’s depressing.”

“Yeah,” he nodded knowingly, face cast in a shade of blue as he chewed. “But so is being alone. Besides, it’s not like any of us at the Black Dragon are saints; we can take care of ourselves.”

Before she could respond, there was a commotion from the private rooms behind them. Both of them immediately turned when a woman screamed:

“Get your hands off me, scumbag.”

No one else could hear anything over the music, leaving them to Nancy Drew the situation. Nyx slinked from her seat, leading the way as Alex wiped sauce sticky fingers on his sweatpants. The ‘private rooms’ were only alcoves hidden by velvet curtains, offering little privacy. There was another squeal from the closest one, followed by a smack. Nyx eyed her compatriot, silently directing him to take the other side.

“I paid for this, I’ll do what I want.”

Taking the lead, Alex slid in first, hands proudly resting on his hips when Nyx bolted past the thick , purple curtain. 

“Not if we have anything to say about it!” He announced jubilantly, confounding the showgirl from squabbling with her sleazy patron. She moved to cover herself with a decorative cushion.

“What are you, Superman?” Nyx screwed up her pale features with disgust. Alex broke character, hands thrown up in surrender.

“Whaddya want? I’m trying to be heroic!” he declared, pounding his chest with one fist. The dancer flipped dark curls over one shoulder, dropping the cushion to reveal bare breasts. Both tried to stop their eyes from dropping immediately.

“I don’t a hero,” her green eyes glowed in the dim light, red lips open with a huff, “I need my manager to remove this fucking creep.”

“Hey, I paid extra!” The man roared, sporting slicked back hair and a bowling shirt. “If I wanna touch your tits, I will.”

“Listen, Tony Soprano,” it was Alex’s turn to roll his eyes, cross his arms across a maroon hoodie. “Everyone knows you get to look, not touch.”

“Who the hell are you two? Her guardian angels?” His beady eyes narrowed, paunchy face drenched in sweat. The man was astoundingly repulsive.

“No,” Nyx admitted coolly, kicking the heel of one boot forward before slickly pulling a kunai from the heel, “Just a couple shadows that you’re going to forget. Along with this woman. You’re gonna go home to your sad little house and jerk off like everyone else.”

“Or what?” His eyes were on the weapon, watching with the others as she brought the heavy object to dark lips before sticking out a pink tongue. Bringing the blade to soft skin, Nyx carefully brought the sharp edge across the edge of her tongue, releasing a shallow rivulet of blood. The tip flitted to the edges of pointed incisors, giving her the visage of a vampire. She tossed the kunai upwards before catching it.

“Do you really want to find out?” Her voice was huskier, dark as a thick syrupy bourbon with a bite to it. The man shook his head before scrabbling past the curtain and out of their sight. Black lips jutted forward as she sucked on her tongue, swiftly pocketing the knife before management got involved.

“Holy shit.” Alex gawked, along with the dancer who seemed not to mind their company. “That was awesome.”

“Yeah,” dark curls bounced as she nodded, “Thought we were going to have to call the cops. But you’re a bit of a freak. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. Sorry to bother you. The two began to peel the curtain open when the woman spoke again.

“Wait!” she fell back onto the red velvet bench. “I have fifteen minutes left before we need to vacate. Either of you want a dance? The other can get a free drink at the bar. For your troubles.”

Leather clad fingers clapped a broad shoulder, as Nyx leaned in to jokingly whisper:

“Go get her, tiger. I’m going to claim my boozy reward.”

……

Lucky’s was a grungy tattoo parlor on the edge of Hollywood Boulevard, sandwiched between a dry cleaner’s and a gated pawn shop. It was filled with a couple artists who worked on the occasional celebrity, sometimes after awards shows down at the Dolby Theater.

“You sure you both want skulls?” Ernie asked dutifully, scrawny as his partner Billy was pudgy.

“Yeah!” Alex spun in a swivel chair as Nyx extended a bare wrist. “They’ll be different. I want flames and she wants snakes.”

“Maybe like an ouroboros through the skull's eyes?” she added as Ernie sketched a design.

 “You want it eating its tail or some shit?” a bushy brow arched upwards before she nodded her head. “To each their fucking own.”

“Fuck yeah!” Alex jeered with joy, spinning again. All the posters displaying flash prints bled together as he rode his high from dissipating liquor and a free lap dance. “Tonight is stellar.”

“You a couple?” Billy grumbled from behind his own sketch pad, expelling a huff from his nostrils. 

“Nah,” Nyx piped up, suddenly animated, “He’s my baby brother. Wanted to get a tattoo with his big sis.”

“Heh,” Ernie exclaimed, revealing his sketch with fanfare. “Don’t look anything alike.”

“Different dads,” Alex added ruefully, winking at Nyx when she threw a sheath of black and white hair over one shoulder. “Genetics are weird, man.”

“Hell, yeah.” Ernie, jested, awaiting for her approval of his design. “Would you believe Bill and I were cousins?”

“No shit?” Alex played along, finally stilling in his seat. Then the tattooer threw his head back, cackling with amusement.

“I’m fucking with you. Just like you’re fucking with me.” he giggled a little more playfully, “Not that I give a shit. One lady came in here back in February, wearing this fancy ballgown saying she just won a fucking Oscar.”

“Didn’t she have it with her?” Nyx asked flatly, less than impressed while Alex’s eyes ballooned wide.

“Can spot a fake a mile away.” Ernie seemed prideful, leaning forward to plaster the outline onto her arm, “Probably foil covered and filled with chocolate.”

“Probably,” she parroted, watching as he hopped to surprisingly lithe feet, grabbing a pair of latex gloves and fresh needles. It was going to fucking sting but if she weren’t ready to feel something again.

……

Alex picked at the gauze covering the soft skin of his forearm, shadow of a flaming skull winking beneath the sheer material. Blinking away the bright lights of the burger joint, he hissed as one finger traced the decorative wound. Nyx bit into a juicy sandwich, relishing in the tanginess of pink meat.

“Okay?” Her mouth was full, half masticated on full display.

“They not have manners wherever the hell you're from?” he chuckled, popping a fry between his lips as she clamped her jaw shut and roughly swallowed. “I’m fine. Takes more than a few needles to bother me. How’s yours?”

“Alright,” she patted the leather covered span of her wrist, where a snake threaded it’s way through a cracked skull’s open mouth. “Not my first rodeo. Have four others.”

“No shit.” Another long fry was swirled in a pool of ketchup. “What else you got?”

“Ghostface, a candy heart that says ‘Bite Me’, a bat on a tombstone. And a daisy.” her gaze dropped to her half eaten burger.

“Not to get all Sesame Street on you, but one of these things is not like the other.” Alex leaned forward, balancing his jaw in an upturned palm. “I mean, you don’t have to share, but I’ll never tell your secrets.”

“Cross your heart and hope to die?”

“Stick a needle in my eye.” A warm smile split across his face, the beginning of five o’clock shadow decorating his chin.

“It’s for my mom. It was her favorite.” Red eyes dropped to the red formica table, moisture gathering in the corners.

“That’s a nice memorial.” Silence settled between them, the comfortable kind that found old friends enjoying each other’s company. Alex continued to eat his fries as mellow rock music played through a crackling radio. It was either John Mellencamp or Bryan Adams, but what was the difference?

The sound of meat sizzled from the kitchen as patrons continued to filter in despite the clock that ticked well past midnight. Other night owls passed by the plexiglass windows, cigarettes hanging from their lips. That was normally what Nyx did after completing a job, wandering the streets and paying it cool, giving herself a few alibis.

But there were no jobs tonight. Just company.

“Virginia.” she blurted suddenly. “That’s wherever the hell I’m from.”

“Oh,” dark eyes widened to saucers again, realizing that a dangerous wolf had allowed him to pet her snout, teeth no longer bared. “Thanks for trusting me with that.”

“I don’t trust a lot of people.” she nodded, black lipstick starting to fade and reveal pale pink while matte powder bled away to reveal a stray smattering of freckles. The mask was slipping. “But you’re proving to be trustworthy.”

“Don’t hear that a lot.” his eyes grew to the size of saucers, chocolatey and inviting as ever. Nyx felt her contact slip again. “Thanks.”

She grinned, this time authentic. Her cheeks warmed at the moment of intimacy, something she hadn’t experienced since leaving home. Noah used to make her blush all the damn time, reminding her what a good sister she was. Compliments always turned her tomato red, like she didn’t really deserve it.

“Your eyes are pretty by the way. Blue like the ocean.” he mirrored her grin, even wider than before.

“Thanks,” she relayed once more. Maybe they were friends. Maybe friendship wasn’t that bad.

#fanfiction #mortal kombat fanfiction #nyx and alex #platonic otp #gruesome twosome #oc: nyx #oc: alex #friends ocs #thanks for letting me borrow him tara! #your the best 💕 #mk alex #mk nyx

[ghostbeam]

1.3k, sfw, one mention of sex, angst with a happy ending, wrote this based on this post cause I can’t stop thinking about it

You can’t remember the last time he did this.

At the beginning of your relationship, Dabi’s presence in your life was irregular, never a guarantee. He made sure to tell you this time and time again. You were never without the reminder that Dabi lived a life that you would never understand, let alone be a common occurrence in.

He was mysterious, and from what you could gather at the time, a little dangerous, and the fact that he chose you to spend the small pockets of time with in between his otherwise busy hours excited you.

Dabi only ever came by when he felt like it. You were a way to pass time and someone he actually enjoyed the company of. You never believed that he saw it as anything more than sex.

And then he kept coming back.

Day after day, Dabi would visit you in your apartment after doing what you now know to be recruitment for the league of villains, though at the time this remained completely unknown to you. He’d slink through your window or show up outside your door, text you from outside of your building and take you for cheap street food. He’d wake up in your bed and leave whatever breakfast he attempted to make for you in the microwave before he left.

Thinking back on it all, you can’t pinpoint when it all changed, when he decided that he would stay, that he would tell you everything and trust you enough to love him anyways. You don’t think there ever was a turning point or some grand realization. Falling in love with him was easier than breathing.

So when he comes home after three days of radio silence, three days of wondering whether or not he’s dead or alive, if he’s left you, if he’d suddenly changed his mind and walked out, you can’t help but feel a little angry with him.

Maybe more than a little.

“I don’t want to see you right now.”

It’s the first thing he’s heard you say in three days, and it’s the exact opposite of what he needs.

He hates how you’re looking at him. He thinks you might hate him, and he doesn’t know what to say.

“Baby.” he tries, but the way that you recoil at the pet name makes him feel sick.

“Let me explain.” he says, even though it feels foolish to even try. Dabi knows he’s fucked up. He knows that he spent the weekend ignoring your calls and texts even when it was safe not to.

“No. I don’t want an explanation.” you sigh, rubbing a hand down your face as you feel a headache coming on. “I want to go to bed. And I don’t want you there with me.”

“Please—“ he tries to speak, but you shake your head, cutting him off with your own words.

“Do you have a phone?” you question, your eyes piercing and intense as you stare at him.

“Yes.”

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s nothing to explain.” you tell him, turning on your heel and retreating to your shared bedroom, the one he’s not allowed inside of tonight.

He hears the door shut with a harsh slam and he sighs. He takes a look around your living room, the place a complete mess from the weekend with empty take out containers strewn across the coffee table and laundry that needs to be folded shoved to the end of the couch.

Dabi gets started on the trash first, gathering it together as quietly as possible so that you don’t hear him and come out to wonder why he’s cleaning this late at night. He washes the dishes in the sink, though it proves difficult to keep quiet while doing so. He folds your laundry in silence for you and sets it aside.

He walks to the closet in the hallway that he knows holds extra pillows and blankets before retreating back to the couch. He makes himself comfortable, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, thoughts of the weekend, of being away from you running through his mind.

Dabi’s business with the league was dangerous, and the past couple of days had not allowed him much time to call you, much less time than his usual missions with the group. But you were right. His phone worked, and even though he wasn’t able to use it for most of the weekend without risk, he still had time to text you about being away and he didn’t.

And he feels terrible about it.

Being away from you was agony, and now he’s home, and you’re just a room away, and he can’t hold you.

He decides the couch is too far from you. He won’t enter the room and he won’t climb into bed with you no matter how badly he wants to, but he can’t bare to be any farther from you than he needs to be.

Tucking the pillow and blanket under his arm, Dabi tip toes down the hallway and stops right in front of your door. He sits down on the floor with the pillow tucked between his back and the door behind him before pulling the blanket over his legs and leaning his head back. It’s not the most comfortable position, and he’s not sure he’ll get any sleep at all, but he’s as close as he can be to you right now, which is all that matters.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, and he’s surprised that he even managed to, but he’s woken up by a soft hand against his cheek, his head neck strained uncomfortably from laying flat on the floor.

His eyes flutter open slowly to reveal you crouched above him, a concerned look on your face.

“Good morning.” he croaks, a lazy smile spread across his lips because you’re touching him.

“Did you sleep out here all night?” you ask him, furrowing your brows in confusion. He nods before bringing his hand up to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“I missed you.” he tells you, even if it embarrasses him to say it. It’s never been easy for him to express his feelings so plainly, but his mind is clouded with sleep, and you aren’t looking at him like you did last night.

“You didn’t seem to miss me this weekend.” you speak, still clearly hurt by his recent actions. He frowns and sits up, his back cracking from sleeping on the hardwood floor.

“I’m sorry.” he tells you. He pulls you closer and you let him because you miss how his hands feel against your skin, “I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“Well you did sleep on the floor all night.” you shrug, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Because—“

“You missed me.” you finish for him with a pleased grin, “I know.”

“I did.” he sighs before placing a kiss to your temple and tucking your head against his chest.

“You know, I think if you got into bed with me last night I wouldn’t have stopped you.” you speak softly against his bare chest.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” he jokes. His words make you pull away from him.

“You’re not funny.” you tell him.

Dabi places a chaste kiss to your lips before speaking, “yes I am.”

“You have to tell me next time. I was scared. Anything could have happened to you. You could have—“ you start to speak, feeling more and more anxious as you think about the risks of a job like his, but he shushes you.

“I will. I promise.” he assures you. He takes your face in both hands as he looks down at you, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come home to you.”

“You can’t promise that.” you argue.

“I just did.” he retorts, squeezing your right cheek between his fingers, “you’re stuck with me.”

“Yeah?” you question.

You let him kiss you when he leans in, “You’re the only person I’d sleep on the floor for.”

#don’t read this it’s bad:// #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #dabi fluff #ghost.writes #ghost.drabble

[jinkoh]

you still watching?

sunwoo x gn!reader

tags: ex-bf!idol!sunwoo, he's a bit of an ass but so is yn, SFW

wordcount: 866

Masterlist

You didn’t know why you were torturing yourself in this way. Maybe it was the curse of having a famous ex-boyfriend, giving you easy access to pictures and updates on him. Even if he would have blocked you on instagram, you could easily find update accounts and see everything anyway. Not that you had to, because Sunwoo hadn’t blocked you. It was as if he didn’t care whether you saw or not, and that in itself felt torturing because why were you the only one unfollowing and blocking his number to try to shut him out? Was he not bothered enough by your break up to care?

…or did he know you would come crawling back anyway?

Worse than the pictures on instagram were the lives. You’d sometimes watched them while you were still dating, liking the sound of his voice as background noise while studying and maybe you also liked how he sometimes talked to you, a reminder he was thinking about you even when he was with his fans right now. Are you watching? he’d ask under the pretense of talking to them, but you saw from the look on his face that it was a question meant just for you. You'd fish for your phone to text him—i am<3—and it would never fail to put a smile on his face. At that time you'd truly felt loved and you missed it endlessly. But it seemed there was no going back anymore, the sweet love and affection having turned to endless bickering full of hatred instead. 

You watched Sunwoo through your screen, sipping on his iced tea and scrolling on his phone to pick a song to play. Seeing him made your heart ache with longing, but you also couldn’t keep that anger from bubbling in your veins, because how could he be so unbothered? How could he just sit there minding his business as if nothing was wrong? Of course, that was his job, it was his job to pretend and put on a mask, but it was unbearable to see when you felt like you couldn’t take two steps without thinking about him. A part of you wanted him to suffer the way you were, just so you could feel a little better.

Suddenly, Sunwoo looked up from his phone and straight at the camera.

"You still watching?"

The question made your heart stop. He knew that you were watching. And he needed to make sure that you knew that he knew. It rained a zillion hearts and affirmations in the chat, that yes, of course they were still watching. But Sunwoo wasn’t talking to them. He was talking to you, his dark eyes piercing right into your soul, even with the stupid screen of your laptop keeping you apart. There was no hiding there. It was humiliating, but even now you couldn’t leave. You had to keep looking, watch the way he huffed a small laugh, "Of course you are." It was despicable how sure of himself he was. But the most infuriating part was that he had every right to be, because here you were watching him even after you cut him off, searching for cracks in his perfect mask but coming up empty. Without thinking you grabbed your phone, unblocking his number against your better knowledge. You were well aware how pathetic it was to text him, but that didn't stop you.

shut up

You heard the small buzz of his phone through your laptop’s speakers. He only gave it a small glance, almost uninterested before he looked back at the screen in front of him. With raised eyebrows he took a sip from his iced tea, tongue darting out to lick his lips afterwards even though there was nothing there. "I'm just that good, huh?" He mumbled, "Just can't walk away."

Of course you shouldn’t have texted him, but the way he was mocking you on stream, even if no one knew what he was talking about, made your blood boil. It took you all your self restraint not to double text him about it. Another few seconds passed, before he finally grabbed his phone. "Let's listen to something else," he commented, searching his library for a different song. Only a second after it started playing, your own phone lit up with a notification.

if you miss me that much you can just come over you know

You bit your lip in frustration, your eyes darting back to the screen where Sunwoo was humming along to the music, completely unbothered. You replied embarrassingly fast.

fuck you

He glanced at his phone, unimpressed, clearly waiting for something else. And of course you sent another message, because he was right, he was that good and he also knew how to play you like a fiddle.

just turn that dumb live off

He chuckled and then turned to the camera to give some excuse about how he promised to have dinner with one of the members, not clarifying who so his bullshit wouldn't get caught. Before he ended the live he smiled, almost sickeningly sweet.

"We'll see each other soon, right?"

You shut your laptop and went to grab your keys.

Masterlist

#did i need to add pictures on a drabble this short? no. but i just wanted to. for the mood etc etc #sunwoo x reader #the boyz x reader #sunwoo x gn!reader #sunwoo fic #tbz fic #tbz x reader #kpop scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz fanfic #the boyz scenarios #tbz angst #tbz drabble #sunwoo drabble #tbz writing #kebbis.writing #scheduled