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heeliopheelia · 11 months

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

part 2

genre: angst, established relationship

word count: 2.9k

warnings: curse words (and some of the boys are really cruel to yn :()

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LEE HEESEUNG

"Please, can we talk about this tomorrow?" Heeseung groans as he slumps down on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. He really doesn't want to get mad at you at such late hour but he can't help it when you keep talking his ear off from the moment that he's walked into your shared apartment. "I'm dead tired, just let it go for now, okay?"

"I'm not sleeping with you today," you scoff, not even daring a look at him so that he doesn't notice the tears of frustration that have started brimming in your eyes.

You've just found out from one of Heeseung's friends that he's been out with his ex for almost the entire day. Without telling you a word about it. Normally, you weren't the jealous type as you trust your boyfriend with your whole heart. But after hearing that he's been having the time of his life with the girl that once has broken his heart, while you were at home waiting for him to come back, your thoughts drifted onto a completely different track.

"Why? Fuck, so what if I saw her today?' He exclaims, slapping his thighs with a breathless laugh. "Nothing happened! She just wanted to talk, YN! Talk. Stop trying to turn it into something that it's not."

"Then why didn't you even bother telling me that you were meeting her?" You ask, involuntarily letting yourself get emotional and raising your voice as well. "Who even does shit like that?"

"I just didn't think it would matter so much to you, that's all. I thought you trusted me a little more!"

"So you're saying that if I were to hang out with my ex and didn't tell you anything about it, you'd be fine with it?" You snort when he nods his head. "Alright, yeah. Watch out cause I almost believed you."

"God, you're just like her! Why would I ever think of cheating on you with her when the two of you are exactly alike?" Heeseung ignores the hurt look on your face and keeps on talking nonsense, fueled up by anger. "Both have trust issues. Both are ridiculously jealous. Both are way too clingy for anybody to bear. Fucking twins!"

You laugh in disbelief as you stand up from the couch. "Why are we even in this relationship if I'm so fucking unlovable to you?"

"Good question," he quietly murmurs.

You don't bother to wait for his apology or pleads for you to stay as you know he's way too deep in his anger to even start acknowledging your feelings now. You don't even have the strength to slam the door, so you just quietly let them shut behind you as you walk out on the dark street.

PARK JAY

You cross your arms over your chest, watching as your boyfriend finishes getting dressed for work. He said he would take the day off today but he obviously forgot to do so and now is leaving you hanging onto another empty promise.

"You're twisting my words! I just said you promised you would stay with me today, that's all."

"Well and I said I forgot! End of story," Jay grumbles at you, dismissing you with a wave of his hand. "Whatever, I don't have time for this right now."

"You never do!" You raise your voice involuntarily and turn your face away as you feel the tears gathering in your eyes. How could he forget? "Not even once have I ever been prioritized while being in this relationship with you! And it's not like you even have anything important to do today!"

"We're not having this conversation again," he laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers through his hair. "My boss called me and said he needs my help. Of course my job is gonna come first in a situation like that, YN! After all this time, I thought you'd be more understanding by now."

"Yeah, it's just there are days where I want to be put first for a change. It's not like I ask you for that every week!"

You can't help but let the tears drop down your cheeks, failing to hide your emotions for any longer. You're right, though. Jay knows it too. You never complained about his work or asked him to take the day off, unless the date was important to you. It's just too bad he was too much in his own head to think about it for a little longer.

"I can always take the day off next week!" Jay says with a roll of his eyes. "And, god, why do you always have to cry?"

"Because it's my fucking birthday, you asshole," you breathe out in a broken voice before standing up from the bed.

Jay's eyes almost double in their size as he lets your words repeat in his mind. Birthday. It's your birthday. He tries to grab your wrist as you walk past him but you jerk it away from him.

"YN, I-"

"I don't wanna talk to you right now."

You rush out of the bedroom. Slamming the bathroom door behind you, you slide to the ground and bury your head in your hands, finally letting out the sob that's been weighting on your throat throughout the entire morning.

SIM JAKE

As you walk out of the restaurant angrily, you dial Jake's number. It's the fourth time you've been stood up by him like that, sitting completely embarrassed and alone at the table reserved for two. Jake was supposed to meet you here forty minutes ago and while at first you waited patiently for him, knowing his schedule is rather tight, after half and hour of having your calls not answered, you started losing your cool.

"Hi, baby. What's up?" You hear his cheerful voice from the other side of the phone.

"Nothing much besides the fact that I've been stood up by my boyfriend once again this week," you reply in a rather passive aggressive manner as you open the door of your car. "How was your day, babe?"

Jake keeps silent for a second or two before a groan leaves his throat. "Fuck, it completely slipped out my mind. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be," you nearly growl, starting your car. You curse quietly when the engine stutters and chokes but doesn't want to start by the first two times. "I waited forty minutes for you, jackass."

"Shit, are you still there? Just wait a little more and I'll be there soon, I promise."

You scoff loudly. "You've got some nerve, I'll give you that, Jake."

You can hear him sigh heavily and you can just picture how he's pinching the bridge of his nose at the moment. "Can you stop that? I already apologized. I'm sorry that I have to work."

"Oh, you're very welcome." You grit your teeth, keeping your phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you drive out of the parking lot. "Would it really kill you to remember about me even once?"

"YN, you're not being fair right now," he says and you know he's pushing himself to his limits to not raise his voice at you. "Look, one of us has to actually make some money. I can't keep my head wrapped around everything."

"Oh, yeah? So you're at work right now?"

He stutters slightly. Got him. "Well, no I-"

"Jake, are you coming, man?"

Hearing Heeseung's voice shouting on the other line makes your fingers clench on the wheel tightly. You breathe in sharply and let out a short laugh. "Good to know what your priorities are, Jake."

"No, wait, I'm-"

You interrupt him again before ending the call, "Don't bother."

PARK SUNGHOON

You breathe out in relief when you hear the familiar sound of Sunghoon's car pulling up on the driveway. He hasn't been answering any of your calls since the afternoon and you really started getting worried. You've been arguing with each other throughout the couple past weeks and you took notice of how distanced he's become towards you. You've attempted to fix that but it's a really hard task to do with your boyfriend being as stubborn as he is.

"Oh my god, I was so worried about you," you say the second when Sunghoon walks into your house. "Where have you been?"

He only nods his head at you in acknowledgement and toes his shoes off wordlessly. You frown slightly at his sudden muteness and put the sizzling pan aside.

"I made you dinner, figured you'd be hungry," you start again and only get disappointed when he dismisses you curtly.

"I'm not."

Pressing your lips together, you nod your head slightly before following him to the living room and taking a seat next to him, not close enough to irk him any further though. The two of you sit in silence, mindlessly watching the random channel that Sunghoon played. He has his arms folded on his chest and you wonder what went so wrong that he suddenly turned so cold towards you.

So you try again, speaking with a soft voice. "Why didn't you answer my calls today?"

You feel your whole body tensing when he lets out a groan. "Cause I didn't want you distracting me."

"Okay, what the hell is up with you, Hoon? Why the attitude?" You ask, turning away from the TV screen to look at your boyfriend's frowned up face.

You don't miss the roll of his eyes as he clicks his tongue. "For fuck's sake, if I knew you'd be this needy today, I would've stayed out longer."

You try not to show how much his words hurt you but the look on your face tells him a completely different story. You clear your throat and decide on voicing the thought that's made itself way too comfortable in your mind during the past few weeks. "Sometimes I just feel like you don't love me anymore."

"Well, maybe I would've loved you a little more if you stopped being so clingy. Seriously, fifteen calls, YN! Who the hell does that?"

Silence. His hurtful words linger in the air heavily and you both say nothing. You avoid his eyes, lips slightly trembling from the heartbreak. Sunghoon still says nothing as you stand up from the couch and leave the room in a rush.

KIM SUNOO

"Do you even hear yourself? Why would she be lying?" Sunoo shouts at you as he crosses his arms defensively.

You're gripping the edge of your sleeve tightly, trying to prevent yourself from raising your voice as well. Even though you're keeping cool, his words and accusations stab your heart with dozens of needles. Having your boyfriend believing his friend rather than you has got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.

"And why would I be lying?" You ask, glaring him down. "Why would I, your girlfriend, lie about my whereabouts? For fun?"

He scoffs at you,. "Well, you didn't tell me you were hanging out with Sunghoon, did you?"

"No, because I wasn't hanging out with him, we just stumbled upon each other on my way back," you explain calmly as you clench your sleeve even tighter from frustration. "We literally talked for five minutes."

"That's not what what I've heard."

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness. "Yeah, cause what else would a person that's been in love with you for two years tell you?" You can't really help the sarcastic tone that's sneaked itself into your speech and you can see it only irks Sunoo more as he nearly scowls at you.

But all that you've said is the truth. Since the beginning of your relationship, you've noticed his best friend's spiteful looks thrown your way along with the heart-eyes directed at Sunoo. You've kept quiet for all this time, not saying a word even when he ditched you for her or made plans without your knowing. But this, this is just too much for you.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he has the audacity to laugh at you.

"No, Sunoo, it hurts me, you know?" You finally let all of your feelings that have been crumpled inside you for all these years. "Do you ever even try to acknowledge my feelings when you hang out with her?"

"Don't turn this on me right now. And I'm not allowed to have female friends now? What kind of a girlfriend even are you?"

You get up from his bed and scoff at him. "And what kind of a boyfriend accuses his girlfriend of cheating while he sneaks out without her knowledge to meet up with his best friend?"

With that, you turn on your heel and leave his apartment, slamming the door behind you.

YANG JUNGWON

"That's not what friends do, YN! Are you even listening to me?"

"I am but you're being ridiculous!" You bite back at your boyfriend, walking back from a lunch with your best friend.

Throughout the entire meal she's been throwing jabs and snarly remarks at you, and although you've already grown used to her attitude, Jungwon just couldn't let that slide. He thinks it's illogical that someone you've been calling your friend for such a long time, would act so mean and nearly insulting towards you.

"I don't understand how can you let her speak to you that way," he breathes out in disbelief. "I wanted to spit in her face after an hour of talking to her, why do you let her do this to you all the time?"

"Because she's my best friend, Won!" You try to stay your ground as you dig into your purse, looking for your keys. "That's just how she is. I've learnt not to take any offence in that. You shouldn't either."

"I just care about you, so forgive me for not liking it when someone insults my girlfriend!"

You sigh, feeling tired from the night and the ongoing argument. "I know you do but I don't see it that way. She's just rough around the edges, that's all."

"Of course you don't see it. All you need is constant validation. You just can't live with the thought of somebody not liking you. You'd let a stranger walk all over you only if it meant you had gotten his approval. That's not fucking healthy, YN!"

"How can you even say that to me? Why would you-," you stop yourself from engaging in this conversation and slump your shoulders with resignation. "I don't wanna do this anymore."

Jungwon sends you a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I just want to be alone right now," you say and Jungwon can clearly hear the exhaustion in your tone. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for walking me back."

NISHIMURA RIKI

The moment that you hear the door slamming, you sigh as you realize it's one of these days again. For the past week or so, Niki has been coming home frustrated beyond words but not even once has he said what was bothering him. Sure, you've tried to intervene and ask him what's was it all about but he always dismissed you quickly. It hurts you to think that maybe he doesn't trust you enough to confide in you like that.

"Hi," you greet him as you stand up from the couch. You walk over to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt of hugging him but only get disappointed when you feel his body tense up. You pull away and look at him pointedly. "Another bad day?"

Niki hums and moves away from you, going into the direction of the kitchen. You follow him, feeling worried for him as you know he has the tendencies of bottling up his emotions inside.

"Wait! Don't ignore me again," you scolded him slightly, forcing yourself to stay calm and speak with the soft tone. You grab him by his forearm. "Niki?"

"Let go of me," he breathes out, voice heavy and your heart screams at the thought of him deciding to struggle with all of it by himself again.

You do as he asks and free his arm instantly. "Okay. Just talk to me, please?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Yn!" He snaps at you and runs his hand through his hair. "Stop pressing me!"

"No, you always keep acting like everything's fine when it's clearly not! I don't want you to keep it all to yourself. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about stuff like that," you explain, trying to keep him on your side. "I want to help you!"

"I don't need your help, though!" He scowls, sending you a sharp look. "If I knew you'd be sticking your nose into my business the second I walked through the door, I wouldn't even bother coming back."

"Hey, that's so cruel and uncalled for, Niki," you gasp slightly, feeling his words pulling at your heart again. "You're my boyfriend, of course I care about you! I hate seeing you like that but you just won't let me understand what's going on with you!"

"Are you my psychiatrist or my girlfriend? Jesus, I'm not in the mood for that right now," he sighs heavily and walks past you straight for the door.

"No, wait!" You call after him but you're too late and he's already slamming the door behind his back.

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#i dont think id forgive all of them so easily in the real life lmao #hoon especially yeah i kinda went off with that one im sorry #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen reaction #enhypen angst

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asuyaka · 4 months

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Heyy, idk if u're still taking requests or not but if u're not just ignore this!

TikTok really came to drag me down the Satosugu hole by the foot this week goddamn. Anyways, I'd like to request my favorite sad gay boys with a m!reader who's a effeminate soft boy and is usually pretty quiet and cooperative but the second someone says something remotely negative about the two m!reader is already throwing hands and burying the offender's head onto the ground. Bonus point if he's from the Zen'in clan!

No one's ever calling Geto's bangs 'weird' with m!reader around lol.

- '🌈' Anon.

★ - yes! reqs are open !! when the first (yippie!!) one piece one shot comes out s'when reqs are gunna close briefly cause 've got other things m'needa work on! (❁´◡`❁)

☆ - Satosugu x M! Zen'in clan reader!

Lulling chirping sounds sounded through the second-year classroom as the sun began to rise. The sound of sweeping and the screech of desks moving across the table sounded through your ears.

With a gentle hand, you plucked the dead leaves off the bouquet of flowers that usually resided on the window sill next to your seat; plucking off the leaves as well and shaking it so the petals could become more pronounced.

After cutting the stem so water could flow through them, you placed the flowers in their vase and put them in their designated position, a pleased smile on your face when you realized that was the last thing you needed to do for cleaning duty, even though it wasn't your turn.

The door slid open behind you as a tired-looking Yaga walked into class. His eyes widened for a bit when they saw you before his expression turned sour. "Good morning, [Name]. I thought Satoru had cleaning duty for today?"

You bowed politely in greeting. "He asked me to do it because he had to get limited edition crepes today."

Yaga sets his things on the table with an annoyed mumble. "Thank you, please make sure he gets to class on time."

You nodded as you left the classroom. The sun shone down on your face through the windows as you made your way to Suguru's and Satoru's dorms.

You pass by Shoko in the kitchen who was hunched over the counter making a cup of coffee. "Want a cup?" She asks, biting and finishing the remaining pocky in her mouth.

'If Suguru woke up a few minutes ago, he'd want some. Maybe Satoru would like some hot chocolate too.' You thought briefly before turning your attention back to the brunette. "Yes, please. One hot chocolate and black coffee."

Shoko grins at that instantly recognizing the order. "You've got it Mister Zen'in."

You wave goodbye and continue your journey. Suguru's dorm isn't that far from the kitchen so you got there in a short amount of time. You knocked, politely waiting for an answer.

"[Name]-chan? If it's you, you can come in!" Satoru's voice answered.

You open the door to see two bags of delivered crepes beside Satoru, who is painting Suguru's nails black. "See? Got some for you guys 'cause I'm such a nice person!"

Suguru rolls his eyes. "You only got them because you remembered flunking on cleaning duty."

You take a seat beside them, staring at Suguru's black nails. "Yaga says I should make sure you two get to class on time."

Satoru snorts, the tiniest bit of blue peeking out from his glasses. "Yeah, and when have we ever listened to what Yaga says?"

"You don't. Maybe Suguru, but I actually enjoy not getting punched in the head every time you do something stupid." You interject, causing Satoru to gasp loudly.

"Suguru! Do you hear this? I do everything I can to make sure you two are well fed and all I get in return is bullying!" Satoru whines as he sets the nail polish aside to let Suguru's nails dry and picks up the bags with a bright smile on his face.

Shoko kicks the door open with two mugs in her hand. "Here you go losers. Zen'in blink twice if they're forcing you to be here."

Suguru and Satoru stare at you expectingly, an exaggerated gasp when they see your eyes close twice.

Shoko giggles, patting the top of your head affectionately. "Yeah, I'd be scared if I was forced to hang out with them too."

She walks out of the room with a reminder that class starts in a few hours. Satoru brought out the crepes and immediately started eating them as he read the Digimon manga, periodically sipping his extra-sweet cocoa.

"[Name], why didn't you get a drink?" Suguru asks, picking up a crepe carefully so the paint doesn't smudge.

You shrug. "The place I normally get my drinks at is too far to walk in the morning."

Satoru looks at you blankly as he stuffs his face with more food. "I could've teleported, dummy. C'mon, road trip time!" He exclaims as he grabs you and Suguru.

"Satoru, no— you haven't even mastered it yet—"

You feel reality split and your stomach churns uncomfortably for a brief second before everything stills again. The sound of cars blaring runs through your ears as a familiar sidewalk reflects through your eyes. "See? easy!"

"[Name]? Are you okay?" Suguru asks, squatting in front of you with worry all over his face.

Taking a minute to breathe, you feel everything finally settle. You have no idea how Satoru can do that without throwing up. "Yes, I am... okay. Just a little disoriented."

Suguru shoots a glare at the albino who rubs your back apologetically. "Well, my apology is your drink! So come on, I wanna get back to the crepes before Shoko's fat ass eats them."

"Shoko doesn't even like the crepes you order. It's always too much sugar." Suguru defends, slapping Satoru upside the head as the three of you walk into the shop.

It's a small cafe situated inside a bookstore with soft Lofi music playing in the background. The three of you get in line. It's short, most likely due to how early it was but that only meant you could get back to the dorms on time.

You hear snickering behind you but pay no mind. After all, it was a public place, and whatever affairs other people had wasn't your business.

Then, you hear something about how a guy has his nails painted. In the corner of your eye, you can see them pointing at Suguru.

Either Suguru and Satoru notice and they don't care, or they don't notice. Either way, you weren't going to let them poke fun at your friend (boyfriend?) and get away with it.

"Is something the matter?"

They stare at you, visibly sizing you up. "Wondering why your friend has nail polish on, isn't that only for chicks?"

Satoru taps you on your shoulder. "Take it outside, don't want you to beat their ass and get banned, yanno?"

You acknowledge him but keep a sharp gaze on the two of them. "Giving gendered terms to inanimate objects is an extremely stupid thing to do. It is not on you, so why should you care what he has on?"

The implication of calling them stupid seemed to hit a nerve because a vein pops in their forehead and their fists clench. "Cause it's fucking gay. What? You like taking it up the ass too?"

"If a fight is what you want, then that is fine with me. Do not let your petty ideals and quite frankly shitty opinions mess up my morning."

They keep talking as you make your way outside. The instant the door chimes close, a loud groan rips through one of their mouths.

They hold onto their nose, now streaming blood and broken. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

"You wanted a fight, did you not? Now, I am quite busy at the moment so if that is all, then I bid you a good rest of your day."

As you were about to walk back into the store, Suguru and Satoru came out with your drink in hand. "Yo! Here, got the kind you like cause I loveee you so much!" Satoru kisses your cheek and hands you your order, especially as you like it.

"Thank you, Satoru. Would you like to go back to the dorms now?"

Suguru stuffs a cake pop in your mouth, handing Satoru one and eating one as well. "Thanks for... that, by the way."

"It's no problem. You are my... partner, after all."

Satoru grins as he latches onto the two of you again. "Teleportation time, let's go!"

"Satoru, no—"

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mcflymemes · 11 months

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PROMPTS FOR CONFRONTATIONS & ARGUMENTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

how long have you known? and you never told me?

i'm not going to take this anymore.

tell me the truth or i swear to god...

you owe me!

you're not listening!

i saved your life, and this is how you thank me?

when were you going to tell me the truth?

you made me look like a fool out there!

i don't have to put up with this.

good fucking riddance.

you'll never see me again.

do you hear yourself?

i was your only friend.

i never loved you.

get out and stay out.

that was incredibly rude of you.

are you fucking serious?

you're lying!

i'm not dealing with this today.

you think you're so perfect.

is this what you want?

keep lying to yourself.

don't let the door hit you on the way out.

i never should have trusted you.

this is all your fault! don't put this on me!

you see what happens when you don't listen to me?

you're unbelievable.

cut it out!

you're doing this to annoy me.

that's nice. real mature of you.

they're dead because of you!

get the hell away from me.

i'm leaving in the morning.

you think you're so great.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i said i would help you!

what part of that do you not understand?

you're so stupid.

i wasn't finished speaking.

are you going to interrupt me again?

i can't believe i wasted my life on you.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i never should have believed you.

you led me on for nothing.

this is the thanks i get?

every time i try to help, you just push me away!

then fine! i'm leaving!

is that what you want? is that what you really want?

we could have made this work if you actually tried!

you don't care about me. you don't care about anything but yourself.

i never want to see you again.

i swear to god, if you take one more step...

burn in hell.

you broke my heart.

we're supposed to be a team!

what are you trying to prove?

i didn't mean for this to happen!

you're not capable of handling this alone! you need to rely on other people!

look around! this is all your fault!

if you would just get your head out of your ass...

i wasn't finished.

knock it off!

you sicken me.

sorry to disappoint.

you're a fucking nightmare to work with.

i'm tired of your bullshit.

you treat me like shit.

you could have stopped this!

you can't just run off like that!

i thought i told you to stay here!

i was wrong about you.

and here i thought i could trust you.

they warned me you were hard to work with.

would you just leave me alone?

we're not doing this here.

just shut up!

you thought wrong.

you're making a huge mistake.

get off me!

i'm sick and tired of this.

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nvoirs · 1 year

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Letting of steam

Disclaimers: Sub Leon, Dom reader, cussing, handjob, male receiving. This is Dead by daylight Leon!

Pairing: Leon + Female reader.

Summary: Leon and you get sent to yet another trial, whilst trying to relieve him of stress so you just go with the flow.

He looked so restless right now. Leon had been sent to so many trials today it was taking a toll on him. It physically hurt your heart seeing him so stressed, but of course him being himself tried to mask it behind a bright smile.

He did not deserve this, he did not deserve to be continuously killed over and over for some sick supernatural entity's pleasure. Just a little while before he was fighting massive tyrants that wore trench coats and fedora hats.

"Leon take it easy, ok?" crouching beside him taking his calloused hands in your own squeezing them comfortingly. He returned the gesture looking at you, "I'm fine I promise, just a little tired that's all."

Having only dated Leon since you came to this weird world, could you even call it that? whatever this place was, you always dreamed about how it would be if you guys could truly be free.

You both escaped Mr X by the skin of your teeth as the entity decided to take the two of you along with Claire Redfield. A smart, intellectual college student who along with you and Leon were trying to survive the horrors of Raccoon City.

"Hey I have a way that'll help you let of some steam." Grabbing his hand, pulling him up and along with you leading him to the small shack like hut you and him stayed at when you weren't at the campfire with the other survivors.

Pushing him down in the mattress, you crawled atop of him. You kissed him lovingly, as he sighed into the kiss cupping your face. Hair tickling his face, your little moans sending electric shocks straight to his dick.

He tried to push you down, so he could see you from above him. "No baby, this is about you not me." you pushed him back gently. But as you began to unbutton his tactical pants, mouth watering for his heavy dick to be in your mouth right now, the colours around you began to fade.

"Fuck! seriously right now?" You yelled at the entity, for stopping your sexy time with your boyfriend. Before you could protest more you found yourself in the waiting room in RPD. Really? the entity definitely sent you here on purpose, It's like it wanted you to relive the horror of those rotten looking corpses trying to eat you except there was no zombies but a crazed killer every trial who wanted to place you on a rusty meat hook. Oh gosh Leon. He was probably still hard as fuck for starters, knowing the shitty entity couldn't control his sex drive.

Entering the corridor of the East wing, you made your way to the rooftop. It was still raining here, like it was on the night you met Leon. The entity really liked these special effects you could say. Stepping past the remnants of the helicopter explosion, you made your way down through into the main hall. Glancing at the maiden statue square in the middle, before making your way into the west office.

There he was Leon had just finished the 2nd generator, he was palming himself through his pants. Relief sunk into you making your way towards his standing figure.

"Hey handsome, let me help you with that." Whispering in his ear, your hot breath fanning against him making blood rush towards his cock.

Startled at your sudden prescence, Leon allowed you to push him to the ground back against the wall.

"But baby we gotta help our t-"

Hushing him one finger placed onto his rosy lips, "Claire will handle it c'mon."

You thought about it quickly, Cheryl could definitely finish the remainder of generators by herself. Claire was more than capable of distracting the killer for another 5 or 10 minutes. That left you to relieve your baby's stress, you knew his cock ached for you.

Pulling his suffocating briefs down his calves, letting them pool at his ankles along with his tactical pants. He was so pretty. Nice and girthy, his pink tip twitching with beads of precum rolling down. Spitting into the well of your hand for some sort of lubrication, you wrapped a small hand around him.

This caused him to let out a deep groan, making you giggle.

"Gosh Leon, I haven't even started yet and you're already moaning for me?"

Rubbing his slit faster made him buck his hips up higher into your hand trying to gain some sort of the slightest friction.

"Shit.. stop teasin me baby." Sweat was beginning to form on his brow, his bangs sticking to his forehead and temple. You felt at peace like this, these intimate moments with Leon proved you weren't alone in this.

His whines became almost pornographic, stuffing his shirt between his teeth he grabbed your arm tightly.

"Where are your manners mister?" sighing you put your head into the junction of his left shoulder. He was so warm, his sweet, muffled sounds made it better.

Drool was beginning to dribble down his chin, as he looked at you with those mesmerising, cerulean coloured eyes of his.

"Please let me cum.. please promise I'll be good." His thrusts died down, waiting for your answer.

"Please what?"

"Please Ma'am, wanna ah cum."

With glee you sped up, "That's right baby I'm right here."

His breathing got heavier, gosh he was so sensitive it made you feel pride knowing you were the one getting him so worked up like this. Nipping and kissing at his supple, pale neck the salty tang left on your tongue as you left your little love bites peppered all over his skin possessively. Wanting to make sure all those other survivors knew that he was yours, only yours and you were his.

When he came his load was huge, you knew Leon cummed a lot which increased his attractiveness even more but even you were taken aback. He must have not touched himself in a while, glad you could help.

"Holy shit Leon." It just kept coming, you'd milked him dry at this point. All over his thighs and your fingers, you brought a hand to your lips. You tasted him of your fingers, moaning erotically at the taste.

"Christ, your so good with your hands baby." Pushing his sandy strands of hair back, giving you a perfect view of his fucked out face.

"Wanted to make you feel good sweetheart, now let's clean you up and go help the others."

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noroi1000 · 7 months

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„You promised me something”

Paring: Yandere wife reader x Gojo

Warnings: Mentions of death, murder. Knife play, marking, sexual context, lipstick play, rope bondage

Words: 2k

Summary: You were his wife. And he loved you. You hated it when another woman was next to him. He told you that if you promise him something, he will be yours forever.

Seeing your husband leaning over the desk writing instead of sitting in a chair while filling out documents made you very tempted to do something.

He was such a good husband. If there was only one chair, you sat there. Or you sat on his lap.

He did everything for you. Everything you asked him for.

He was there for you always and everywhere. At any time. He did whatever you wanted for you. And there was no way he would refuse you. Because you were his lovely wife.

And you also promised him something.

You closed the door after returning from the cafeteria to grab some leftover lunch.

Satoru quite likes this school food. Jujutsu high has a lot of money and doesn't skimp on food for the students.

And since it was almost evening, there was no one to disturb you. And you would rather finish boring paperwork here in your office than keep it at home and destroy your space with work.

They walked over to him, pressing your hips against his ass as you leaned down, laying on his back for a moment.

"Haha, If you want, we can rest for a while. Tired?” He chuckled, letting you stay like that for a moment before you pulled away, sitting in the chair next to him.

I put the containers of food on your desk. And he watched his fingers deftly hold the pen as he wrote something on the paper.

He wasn't careful because he didn't feel like doing paperwork in the evening.

And reading it later will be other people's problem. He wrote it. But who will read it with such careless words? They will decipher it. Not him. He did his job.

"I am not tired. I'm just bored here. I'd really like to get out of here somewhere else now." You said, resting your forehead against his side.

"Hmm... I think I heard such a sentence for the second time today..." he said calmly as he continued writing.

"Second time?" You asked, your gaze becoming more intense as you looked at the long, dexterous fingers.

"Is that what you said?" he asked, putting a period after the last word of the sentence he wrote down.

"Isn't this the woman you talked to on our mission? She was close-." You dug your nails into the wood of the desk.

And he saw a sudden change in the aura.

He turned to you and placed both hands on the armrests of your swivel chair.

"Honey, you promised me something, remember?" He said calmly.

You reached for his blindfold and took it off, placing it on the desk as you stared into his eyes.

Your eyes were suddenly removed from his as you looked down at his hand, staring at the wedding ring on his finger.

Oh yes... He's yours...

Forever Yours...

He has always and forever been and will be yours. He will do anything for you and will love you endlessly.

If you promise him something.

That you will never kill someone out of jealousy for them...

Your eyes met his again and you smiled slightly, placing your hand on his cheek.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry." you muttered sincerely.

Your past is dark to say the least.

You loved him for so many years. He loved you too.

However, instead of believing that he would always be with you, you began to become jealous of every interaction he had with any woman.

You only trusted three women. Shoko, Utahime and Mei Mei. Because you know they would never be with your Satoru.

There is also Miwa who admires your husband very much. But she is a child. This is forgivable. And you also never thought of Maki or Nobara in a way that they might look at him.

And any other woman could have her eyes torn out for looking at him.

You've had a few dead bodies on your hands these past few years. Women who even tried to flirt with your Satoru. The ones that wanted to seduce him.

One of them, who behaved like a whore, lost her tongue and teeth trying to get into his pants. You cut straight with your sword, regardless of the fact that she had clothes on. He cut off her tits and ass. Seeing how the lack of skin in those places is covered with blood. It was the most brutal death you've ever given anyone. Because she was your husband the most. As you disfigured her body with the blade, you remembered that her body was the tool she wanted to use to get your husband.

And she was the one through whom he found out what was happening to you.

But instead of being disgusted and scared of you, he stayed with you.

He let you lock him in the house with you. He let you hold him the whole time. Mark it as yours. That was exactly it.

You asked him to mark you as his too. And he did it without hesitation. Even with a smile on my face.

He was your perfect husband, just yours on one condition.

As long as you promise him something.

A promise that you won't show this side to anyone else. Because if your superiors found out that a special grade sorcerer like you killed people for no reason, you'd be in trouble.

You promised him this.

Because that meant he would be yours forever.

But you couldn't hold back the side of you that was the real you sometimes.

Especially when you knew a woman was with him. And that woman wasn't you.

You believe him that he only loves you.

Because he promised you that he is only yours.

You believe him. Because he is your husband. Your love is sincere and unconditional.

He gave you a smile and kissed your forehead as he heard the sound of a pen hitting the floor.

When he turned around, you couldn't help but just watch shamelessly as he leaned to the side and grabbed the pen.

And suddenly you directed your open hand to his buttock, slapping it with a rather loud sound.

He stayed in that position for a while.

He laughed.

"Keheh... Really? A serious moment turning into this?" he chuckled, slowly getting upright. "You said I was the pervert. And who spanks me at work?"

You stood up, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Don't you think you need to show me again that you're mine?" you whispered.

"How this time?" He gave you a wild smile.

He likes it when you show him that he is yours. Because then he can have some fun too.

Sex? Oh yes. He loves it. When you want to show him that he is yours, he shows you that you are his. And also those faces you make for pleasure. This is heaven for him. You give him heaven when you show him his place next to you.

Those lovely marks you leave on his body... He's not ashamed to show them.

All the scratches, love bites and other marks left by your lips. He's proud of it. Because you want him to like that it's on his body.

It's on your body too. He marks his territory. And he also has such damn kinks...

You reached for your pen, placing your signature on the document. And his hand grabbed yours and placed it on his chest.

"Show me that I am yours."

He did it on purpose...

It wasn't fair. But you love him because he likes it when you mark him. If the price for him being like this to you is just to stop killing, you will do it right away without even a second thought.

You stood up, grabbing the zipper of his uniform. Taking it off hastily he threw it away. But before he could continue undressing, you interrupted him.

Closing the windows and locking the door, you slowly walked around. And the sound of the shoes you wore today echoed throughout the room. Giving his ears a nice tapping sound to excite him.

Standing on the other side of the desk, you leaned up slightly, reaching for the locked cabinet where you kept the necessary things.

Your almost horny good boy quickly walked up to you from behind, placing his hands on your hips, guiding you to his crotch as he placed his broad chest on your back. Kissing the back of your neck gently. Like a kitten looking for stroking from its owner.

But the red rope wasn't what he expected.

"Bondage, huh?" He whispered with a smile.

"Not completely." You straightened up, telling him to do the same. "Be a good boy."

Holding his wrist, you pulled him to the other side and pointed to the swivel chair.

"Don't say anything later, I wasn't the one who came up with this idea in the office. Do you like this kind of fun~? You could have told me, I would have given myself to you the minute we walked in here ~."

You places a finger on his soft lips, feeling his smile widen.

Sitting sideways on his lap, you wrapped the rope around his chest, tying it so it wouldn't fall off.

Standing sideways, you moved the chair to make it rotate, and the red line automatically began to wrap around his chest, dressed in a tight black t-shirt. Stopping him for a moment, you wrapped his wrists, tying them to the metal at the backrest, and then reached his ankles.

Letting him sit with his legs apart slightly because you knew his pants might get a little tight at some point.

Once he was sure he was tied up securely, you pulled him closer to the desk as you sat on the furniture, taking off your shoes. And your legs in the dark tights he gave you to wear with your skirt were rubbing against his muscular thighs.

You felt his muscles tense and then relax under your touch.

You reached into the drawer to pull out a small decorated knife and the juicy lipstick he had bought you recently because he liked the color.

"Dangerous game, honey?"

He kept laughing.

He loved you like this. He loved it when you were yourself.

He loved that you loved how you wanted to show that he was yours.

These bonds are your love. You love him and hold him. You don't let him go anywhere. Because he is yours.

However, he loves you. That's why he doesn't mind you holding him.

"Who does my Toru belong to?" You murmured seductively, grabbing your lipstick to refine the outline of your lips.

“To my Gojo (y/n).” he replied with a similar tone of voice to yours.

You leaned lower and cut the neckline of his shirt, freeing the top of his chest.

Jumping down onto his thighs, you sat on his lap, kissing him passionately.

Letting his tongue swirl with yours, you smeared the lipstick on his lips, and on his jaw afterwards.

"Is it just me or are your pants not so comfortable anymore?" You laughed, using the tip of the knife to cut his waistband, knowing it was looser now.

"I trust that my wife will take care of me." he muttered, seeing the knife glide lightly along his zipper.

It was a thrill knowing that the blade was so close to him. But he trusted you.

"You have to wait a little bit."

You placed your mouth on his throat, sucking on the skin. Hearing him purr slightly at the feeling of your warm lips.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched closely as your hand gently ran the knife across his shirt, the taut fabric over his muscles spreading where the hole was. And his bare skin was shown.

Sitting higher on his thighs, you tightened your thighs lightly around his waist, biting, sucking, and kissing the bare skin of his arms and neck. Leaving red lipstick marks and more permanent marks on his skin.

Kissing him occasionally to smear more pink on his lips and jaw. Pressing the shape of your lips onto his Adam's apple and continuing to cut his clothes to make him look like a lewd mess. Sweaty, with lipstick on his face, neck and chest.

"Baby, promise me something else." He said with a smile and heavier breathing. "Promise you'll always have me like this."

Requested by @weebotaku21

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #gojo #yandere #yandere reader

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lani-wr1tes · 1 year

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Connie x Black! Fem! Reader.

connie was the love and light of your life , and you where his. as far as you know , you did no wrong in his eyes. everyone told you that this was the "honeymoon phase" but let's be honest who's in that phase for three years.

as far as you were concerned, you were the main girl of his life, atleast you thought you were. of course you had your suspicions but you were convinced he'd never do anything like that.

there wasn't much he could've done anyways, he lived with you and it was the same thing every day. you woke up , he woke up , you got ready , he got ready , you stayed home or went to studios for photos, ran errands and while he went to work , tattooed , gave a couple piercings then went home.

so there really wasn't much he can do? right?. well today was different. tonight officially made three years of your relationship. so when he went off to work today you were a little suspicious when he didn't say anything about the occasion.

you had the whole day set up. 9:30 hair appointment, 3:15 nails , then the rest of the day cleaning and cooking then boom! surprise your boyfriend with a anniversary date from home.

at 6:30, when he usually got home you sat the table waiting for him to walk through that door. atleast that is what you thought should happen, right now it was 11:37 pm. upset , you were cleaning everything you set up. "niggas not even here.”

you went to your room, mumbling all negative words to yourself about him and the occasion. cleaning up the room a little bit then going into the bathroom to shower.

when you finally finished that and your nightly routine, you laid down on your bed looking at the digital clock on your nightstand. 12:30.

sighing to yourself you closed your eyes , trying your hardest to get some sleep but it seemed virtually impossible, the room door opened and you turned your body around seeing it was connie.

"hey mami." he leaned over the bed to kiss you but you dodged it. "where were you?" connie rolled his eye at your question.

''''ok, could we not do this today?" he grumbles. "i don't feel like doing anything right now, it's late and i'm tired."

connie walked into the bathroom, stripping his clothes till his underwear and throwing his shirt and jeans in a hamper. "connie tell me what the fuck made you so tired that you come home damn near twelve in the morning."

you weren't even going to mention your anniversary , you're going to let him figure that on his own. " i was with jean." he plopped on the bed facing away from you.

"seriously that's all you have to say especially today too?" you sucked your teeth looking at him.

"y/n, i don't have the energy for this. we'll do something another time go the bed."

"fine. bitch ass. you mumbled turning away from him. your eyes slowly opened, scanning around the room. you slightly squinted, in an attempt to focus on the numbers, glowy white on the pink alarm clock

you looked over on the bed and saw the empty side of the bed. the smell of food hit your nose harshly causing you to stand up.

you slid your slides on, and walked into the kitchen. connie stood over the stove, one hand on a spatula and the other on a phone.

"mom. ma. listen." he turned off the stove. "; know i messed up so ima make it up for her today. you walked over to the fridge still in a sour mood from last night.

"you know i love you right?" he looked at you in the eye. even though it was dark you were still able to see each other's faces. "fuck out my face”

"and no matter what i say or do or how i act i still love you." he said with a dead serious face. "i get it whitney houston. you doing everything but apologizing."

“and i'm getting there." he rolled his eyes and laughed a bit. " i love you and i'm sorry." connie looked sincere and you just looked at him.

"I'll make it mean something but for now do you forgive me?" you sucked your teeth and shrugged. "i guess i accept your apology but that doesn't mean i forgive you."

"ima take what i can get mama.”

#connie x black reader #connie aot x reader #aot x black reader #Lani writes ❤️#connie x reader

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haunted-headset · 4 months

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hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! 💕

💗 You're Back! 💗

a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

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yuunemi · 10 months

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I Wanna Show You Off

PAIRING : MITSUYA TAKASHI X FEM!READER

GENRE : FLUFF!

C/W : NONE!

LIBRARIAN'S NOTE/S : i was smiling like an idiot while writing this. i hope y'all enjoy reading this.

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

"Hey Takashi."

It was one lazy afternoon, school just finished and you decided to hang out at Mitsuya's place. Luna and Mana were playing in the living room while you and Mitsuya were in his room. Lying down on his bed blasting your shared playlist with him while he's busy sewing clothes.

"Hm? What's up?"

You rarely call him by his name unless you have something serious to talk about or you were simply in a daze. "I wanna show you off." You said out of nowhere

Stopping from his work, he turned to look at you, "Huh? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" He asked with a smile. "Nothing... I just want you to pick me up after school." You pouted.

Walking in your direction, he sat beside you. "Yeah? What made you want that?" He said while settling your head on his lap. "N-Nothing much... I was just being jealous of my other classmates..." You mumbled, your voice getting softer with each word.

"They're all going home together, buying food for each other, and all that pda in public... I know I act indifferent about those things, but you don't have to buy me food... I just want you to pick me up." You rambled on

Embarrassed at your own request and reason, you hug his waist and hide your face in his stomach, but he could see the way your cheeks turned red all the way to your ears.

Laughing at you, how could he reject such a cute request? "Sure thing, love, what time does your school end?"

"4:30 in the afternoon." Nodding his head at your answer, "Perfect, Luna and Mana's classes end 2 hours earlier than yours. I won't have to worry about cutting myself in half." He said with a laugh

"You know, you don't really have to if you're so busy... besides, you have your own classes to attend as well..." Feeling guilty for your selfishness, you take back your request.

"Well, I'm not busy and my school ends 30 minutes earlier than yours so don't worry about it, okay? I'd always make a way."

Softly smiling at you, he turns your head for a forehead kiss.

"Thanks!"

The next day came, and it was just like any other school day. Couples publicly displaying affection so early in the morning, students sleeping, and students cramming their homework due today.

To say that it was a tiring day was an understatement because it was exhausting. Juggling school work here and there while chasing teachers for deadlines.

What's worse is that you had to run around from the ground floor to the fifth floor because it was suddenly announced that your class had to finish decorating your respective booths for an upcoming school event in 2 days.

Your feet were dead from all that running around, and you were mentally exhausted as well. Today was such a mess that you forgot about Mitsuya picking you up today.

Rushing through the school lobby, you were shocked to see a familiar purple head wearing his school uniform with his oh so famous earring, "Oh! Mitsuya?"

Smiling at you, he raises up a plastic of McDonalds. You were wondering why he was waiting for you with food in hand when you told him that it was alright not to bring you any food—wait, not bring any food? Then it hit you

"OH MY!"

"WHAT TIME IS IT?!" Panicking, you took out your phone to see that it was 5:18 PM. "CRAP! I FORGOT IM SO SORRY!" Rushing to him, you gave him a hug and decided to stay and explain things.

"I am so sorry, I know I asked you to pick me up, but I was so busy that I forgot and didn't even notice the time." You rambled.

"Hey, hey... calm down... deep breaths... that's right, it's okay, I understand."

Ushering you to sit at the waiting area of the lobby, he proceeds to take out your chicken nuggets and open its box for you to eat before taking out your fries and drinks.

"To be honest, I thought I had kept you waiting because I arrived 15 minutes late, but when I arrived at your school, I saw you running around and scurrying here and there. I could see how tired you were and well... I got you this."

"Thanks! You're the best!" You said after finishing the food in your mouth.

"Oii!! L/n!! We need you here!!" A classmate of yours, shouted while running to your location. "Laterrr!! I'm eating!!" You shouted back.

"HA?! BUT EVERYONE'S WORKING TO THE BONE AND YOU'RE JUST-" Her angry protest was cut short when she saw you and Mitsuya together. "Sorry, I'm gonna have to borrow Y/n for a while." Mitsuya coolly said with a smile.

"Oh! Uhh-Hi! Sorry, I-uh didn't know... we'll just be on the third floor then." She stuttered with blushing cheeks while you just rolled your eyes at her. You waited for your classmate to walk away and for his attention to turn toward you before pouting your lips at him

"Huh? What's the matter?" Mitsuya asked with a carefree smile.

"I don't like the way you were smiling at her." You pouted

"She was the annoying classmate that I was ranting to you about the other day." You added

Laughing at your cuteness, he pinches your cheek. "Aww~~ I'm sorry, I didn't know." Stuffing your mouth with fries, you pout even more.

"You're so cute when you act this way, childish and jealous." Mitsuya adds with a mischievous grin.

Playfully rolling your eyes at him "Whatever." You said, which in turn, made Mitsuya laugh even more.

Finishing your food, you tidy it and go to a nearby trash can to throw it before returning to Mitsuya

"I'm so sorry Mitsuya, I really wanted to go home with you today but I didn't expect this to happen. But thanks for the food though!"

"Hey, don't sweat it, besides, who said you were gonna walk home alone today?"

Your eyes widened at his words "But Luna and Mana! I don't know how late we'll end, perhaps by 6 but—"

"Then, I'll just have to help you out to finish quicker." He interrupted with a smile

"And yes. It's okay, I don't mind. Besides, didn't you say that you wanted to show me off?" He added with a smirk

Blushing at the latter part of his response, you shake your head with a smile and led him to the lobby guard so he can claim a visitor's pass

Upon returning back to the third floor, you were met with an annoyed classmate "Y/n, what took you so long?! I literally called you 10 minutes ago." She asked

Mitsuya was about to apologize again, not until you had interjected with a sarcastic answer "Well apologies for enjoying my food and avoiding indigestion."

"Anyways, Mitsuya meet Yuna, my classmate, and Yuna meet Mitsuya, my boyfriend. He volunteered to help out with our booth."

"Hi! I look forward to working with you." Mitsuya greeted with a bow.

"Anyways, Kashi, I need your help here. Can you hold these two ends together, while I secure them in their place?" You said, already walking towards the problem at hand.

"Sure!" He replied, and your classmate was left speechless for a moment before she regained composure and went back to work as if nothing happened.

Boy did his presence cause such a ruckus, but it's not like everyone had time to gossip and pry more into the situation. Though one thing's for sure, you were undoubtedly proud to flaunt your boyfriend just for today.

The day finally ended, and all students were already being told to go home. Everyone bid their goodbyes and went their separate ways home.

"Man, I'm deadbeat tired."

"That must be heavy, let me carry it." Mitsuya said while taking your backpack and you could've sworn that the students you heard planning to go to the convenience store for food were now gushing and talking about Mitsuya's gesture.

"Thanks!"

Walking hand in hand on your way home, the day was definitely tiring but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Ne, Kashi, I'm surprised you didn't bring your motorcycle. I kinda wish you did now." You said with a dry laugh

"Well, you mentioned that the couples in your class were walking back home together, so I thought that's what you wanted... besides, I didn't expect you would be running out and about today."

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either... but thanks anyways! I imagine that I would be trudging on my way back home if you hadn't come."

"Next time, I'll be sure to pick you up with my motorcycle then." He coolly said. Instantly lighting up and turning to him, "No way!" you exclaimed.

"OH! OH! You should also do the things they do in books where they lean against their motorcycles!"

Laughing at your behavior, he nods his head, "Sure thing, love."

#tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mitsuya takashi #tokrev fanfic #tokrev x reader

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artsy-hobbitses · 7 days

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Just finished watching X-Men 97 Ep 7 (I love having a series to look forward to on a weekly basis again! Excited to get a good dinner and sit down for half and hour of getting WHIPLASHED by all the new reveals and emotions. It's such a nice thing to look forward to inthe mid-week slog as well)!!!

Thoughts and spoilers below!

They REALLY went all out with Gambit's funeral, and it was nice seeing Nightcrawler carrying out priest rites for the brother-in-law he could have had. Jubilee's anguished anger at Rogue not being there HURT

Holy shit ROGUE. VERY Rogue-centric episode, and it's pain pain PAIN evbery other minute. Her absolute disdain for Captain America not wanting her to be on his team to check out Gyrich because of the tense situation/'optics' is 100% understandable, I stand by women's rights and Rogue's Wrongs in this case. Also her backhanding him with the "America's Top Cop" label, she taking no prisoners this week.

Beast gently but sternly calling out Trish the reporter about how 'tolerance' simply isn't enough anymore and it was a low bar to set for mutant-human relations to begin with, and how he's aghast at the idea of having to give a calming/professional sound byte or something to try and quell mutant protests and demonstrations worldwide after what happened, after MILLIONS OF THEM DIED is. Very relevant. To certain current events. He's been trying SO HARD to be the sweet, professional one, but he is tired and he is sad and he doesn't have it in him to ask for the bare minimum anymore or tell his people they don't have the right to feel the way they do.

We get Diamond Emma! No clue as to whether the massacre has changed her outlook on life since her appearance was during a brief rescue moment where Cyclop's hopes that Madelyne could have survived (Jean said she could feel a telepath under all the rubble) got crushed, but hopefully that'll be answered in the next ep!

Sunspot finally coming clean to his mum about him being a mutant! She seems like a very sweet lady who clearly loves him and takes it VERY WELL, but immediately she's like "Our family is established and in the spotlight, your father's business can't afford this sort of publicity. The world won't accept you, especially given what happened, so we have to find a way to hide this from the public, and that includes cultivating a list of people you can associate with". Which feels like it could be relevant to today's queer acceptance where it's like "On a personal basis I love you and accept you for who you are, BUT..." as an evolution from the X-Men movie's "Have you ever tried... not being a mutant?"

There is a LOT of talk about 'optics' in this episode, which feels VERY TIMELY. And VERY POINTED. How President Kelly apparently wants to send aid to Genosha, but doesn't do it to the fullest extent because he's worried about the political optics from 'normal humans' who are now afraid of an all out human-mutant war, and argues that he's doing his best here and that he needs suppport to stay in office to ensure a 'worse' person for mutant advocacy doesn't step in (I'm not going to lie. Very Democrat argument for why their man should stay in office---look at the boogieman who might be there if they aren't, instead of dealing with issues head-on) . And Cyclops's civil but seething rage at that because this is NOT a time for subtleties or politicking MILLIONS OF MY PEOPLE ARE DEAD.

Nightcrawler comforting Rogue and letting her just bawl openly in his arms during Day of the Dead ;; My heart.

Rogue kills a man. Or, helps him to his death, I'm not sure how you categorize this when Trask was already attempting to jump off a building out of guilt anyway, and she stepped in to stop him, only to let go when he said he had no other info for her (she had initially told him to help them to redeem himself). Again, 100% understandable, I support Rogue's Wrongs, and I LOVE how dark they're taking this, watching our girl step closer and closer to the abyss from her rage and grief and just plunging into it. Also her screaming that Trask deserved it for killing a great man, "MY MAN!!!!!". Whoof.

KNEW Mags wasn't dead. Going to be fun seeing WHAT Bastion plans to do with him now.

Again, STELLAR episode, a good 9/10 from me!

#x men 97 #x-men 97 spoilers

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kaorikarma · 11 months

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Let Your Soul Take Flight

Howard Phillips Lovecraft X Reader

"I'm... starving.."

"Aren't you always?" You tsked, having been caring for him for several days. From the moment you saw him, emotionless and uncaring in a pouring rain shower, you knew he would be difficult; but you hadn't expected just how deeply odd he was.

He hummed, gazing at a wall with what you could only hope was some sort of thoughts processing in his brain.

"Most of the time." His head turned to look at you at an eerie, inhuman swivel while he answered, eyes blank and wide. You shivered a bit, something you hoped he didn't notice.

"Ok, well, let's go for a round three on taking care of that today. Let's try a buffet this time. I can't afford $300 in fast food again." You sighed, noting his doe-eyed expression. He didn't really seem to care if he drained your wallet; hell, he didn't even seem to fully grasp the concept of monetary value.

Feeding him had been a monumentous task. It was first on your list, since he looked frighteningly gaunt and emaciated, but nothing seemed to fill his stomach.

He constantly complained of being hungry, tired, and itchy, though no amount of sleep, food, or anti-itch cream sated him. He just stared at you with those blank, dead eyes.

There was something about him that made you decide to keep trying. He didnt seem to understand anything about society, and you were strongly worried for his well-being otherwise. At first, you had suspected mental health issues, his eccentricities ever-present to a degree of naiveté, but after the several days you'd spent trying and failing to care for him, you began to suspect some inhumanity present in him. His odd movements, insatiable needs, the way you discovered late last night that the cause of his consistent itching was your gaze, he seemed to you too strange to be human.

You plopped down in the chair in front of your bed, which he had promptly taken over before you could direct him to your couch, complaining all the while that the linens were giving him a rash. Head in hand, you watched his brows furrow with unease as you looked him in the eyes.

"You said mostly. So.. what's kept you full in the past, stranger?" He paused for a second.

"Mm... Call me Lovecraft." The words floated lazily off his tongue. He hadn't graced you with his name yet, though he knew yours.

Your eyebrows shot up with amusement. "Well that's certainly a step in the right direction..., Lovecraft. You starting to trust me now?" You chuckled a bit as he seemed to look regretful of the admission, turning to look away from you.

"Ugh...Yuck. My stomach aches when you call me by that name."

You openly face-palmed, albeit playfully.

"If that's your name, what else should I call you?"

He seemed to think for a moment.

"...How..ard..? No.. that doesn't feel right either.. Perhaps you should go back to calling me 'stranger'." He finished, crossing his arms with a deep frown.

"Howard? Hmm.. a bit old-fashioned, but I think it suits you well--" He gave you such a look of incredulous disgust that you sat, slack-jawed; you couldn't recall a single time he seemed to feel so strongly about anything.

"Absolutely not.. It feels too weird... ugh... no..no..." You watched as he pulled the blankets of your freshly made bed over his head, quite literally hiding under the covers, writhing a bit, like he'd been physically wounded by your attempt to call him by name.

Sighing once again, you stood up to pull the covers off his slender frame, but found that he tugged stronger than you could pull your fleecy bed-spread from him.

You sat next to him, dramatically flopping backwards until you were lying next to him, on top of the still-tucked in edge of the bedding.

"So your name must be Howard Lovecraft, huh?"

He made some sort of hissing sound and withdrew further under the blankets, curling into an ill-proportioned, too-leggy ball of a gangly, tall man.

"But you don't like either of those."

No hiss. A good sign.

"What about a nickname?" You looked over at the lump under the covers; had there been no linen divider, your noses could almost touch.

You swore you heard a low grumble in his throat. Not particularly a pleased sound, but it wasn't an aggressive 'no'.

You put a wary hand on where you thought the back of his head would be, feeling his breath catch and his body shiver with the unexpected sensation. He didn't pull away, like you'd thought he would. This was the one of the first times you'd been this close to him, and the first time you'd touched him, even if indirectly, through thick cotton.

You admonished the feeling, letting all the possibly nicknames for 'Howard' run through your head.

"What about... Howie?" You whispered to the ball next to you.

He growled again, this time more than pleased.

Not a man of many words, but as you smiled, happy with with yourself for finding something he liked, he emerged from the blankets, navy hair mussed, but looking overall content with his new namesake.

He reached out an touched the base of your head curiously, as you had done to him, light smile gracing his face.

"Perhaps..is this... affection, you displayed to me?" He asked quizzically, voice soft and slow with all the wonder of a dreaming child.

The moment was gentle, you thought, but you were having trouble focusing on his words with the deep, freezing chill the emanated from his fingertips, making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

You took the icy plunge and braced yourself for discomfort as you embraced him quickly and tightly, head resting in the crook of his neck.

He seemed confused and surprised, arms still where they were a moment ago, helplessly curled around the air.

"Yes, Howie. This is affection."

When his arms finally came down to awkwardly squeeze you, you realized this was the first time you had given him attention in which he responded well; no shivers of discomfort or anxious expressions in sight. He seemed to actually enjoy the embrace, freezing cold and trying to keep your teeth from chattering as you were.

You weren't sure how you'd not realized he was this cold before. Though you'd been staying decently far away from him, you thought that he would eminate this raw polar cold from a distance, yet you'd not felt a single change in the air until you were in his arms.

Though he'd relaxed and began deepening the embrace himself now, you had to pull away out of sheer discomfort, briefly looking down to see your bare skin blue and purple-tinged where you'd touched him for too long.

You hoped he didn't notice, although he looked disoriented after you'd broken the hug off so suddenly, looking a bit upset and ready to cling to you again, so you changed the topic with a gentle smile.

"You didn't answer my question earlier. What's kept you full in the past?" You repeated, knowing he'd already blanked on the question from minutes earlier.

He blinked for a moment, thoughts slowly returning to your prior conversation.

"I've not been full since I was a child. I ate copious amounts of crabs and fish, until I was sated for a few hours." At least he was more open to your probing questions now.

"Wow, your parents must have thought you a real challenge, huh?"

He looked down at you from his high perch with an unnerving gaze, not at all kindly and curious as it was a moment ago.

"I was capable of feeding myself. My parents had nothing to do with it."

"Oh.. ok, then."

You looked down at your feet, shuffling to the other side of the room before he took your hand, unexpectedly. A chill ran through your body, but his touch was so soft and pleading for you to look back at him, you didn't pull away.

"Am I too cold?" He asked, observing the way your fingers reddened in his grasp.

"A bit," you laughed lightheartedly, through half-chattering teeth.

He dropped his hand, ruffling through an inner pocket of his coat until he pulled out thick, woolen gloves.

Pulling them on, he took your hand again.

"Better?" You barely felt the chill of his hands this time. Smiling, you nodded at him.

"Let's go get lunch, Howie."

He let out a low, quiet laugh, accompanied by a near-impercievable smile, that barely reached your ears.

Maybe the third time would be the charm.

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Note: Can be taken as a (long-before) prequel to 'Primal'. I want most of my Lovecraft stories to follow the same essential plot and lore I set up, so they shouldn't have many differences unless it's a request.

Thanks for reading!

June 5th, 2023

-Kaori

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tiredlilguy · 9 months

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Hi! May I request kunikida x goth vampire reader? I had a thought about this and thought it would be cute to see how he would react to one.

Let me set down the basics and details of reader. They dislike garlic (obv), holy water, and uncomfortable looking or seeing a wooden stake and can't be in the sun at all, unless they have they're sun hat (or maybe they can and but they just get sun burns easily up to you for this reader). They are a cold, mean person at first but once they open up they are sassy, sarcastic, and stubborn but overall really nice.

Of course since they wear all black they have a whole closet full of black clothing and accessories to wear for anytime of the day. Including a black sun hat. They mostly drink animals blood to survive cause they don't drink human blood at all. They have sharp nails that are claws, and they can manipulate blood of any person/animal.

(sorry if this is bad I'm trying here lol) anyways have a good day/night 🫶 take ur time to do this request and if I went overboard pls let me know.

don't worry! you're request isn't overboard ^^ i thought this was really cute, but i had a hard time trying to figure out what i wanted to write for this, but i had fun while making it! i hope you enjoy :D

pairing: Kunkida X Goth!Vamp!GN!Reader cw: N/A, not proofread description: Kunikida forgot his bento you made him, so you have to go deliver it to him.

You and Kunikida were an interesting couple to say the least. You usually kept to yourself in the shadows and the only time you were really out and about was during the night. You usually hunted at night, as it was really your only time to feast. If you weren’t dating an Agency member, people would’ve thought you were affiliated with the Mafia, but no… you were just your own person. The night was just the only times when you went out. Though, there would be a few “rare” occasions where you would actually go out during the day: if there was a nice library/cafe you wanted to visit, or if you were delivering something to Kunikida.

Today was one of those days, and unbeknownst to you, there was a new Agency member who’s just joined recently: Atsushi Nakajima.

To start off though, quite early in the morning, as you were reading besides him on the bed, Kunikida happened to sleep through his alarm. You were about to wake him up on his scheduled time, but looking at his tired face, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit bad. The bags under his eyes were only getting worse: not to mention his stiffened back and shoulder. He often slept next to you, as you usually didn’t prefer to be touched (you’d let him lie on you though if he had a particularly rough day). Not to mention, he laid on his stomach because of the back pains. On occasion, you’d run a hand through his hair, and hear him groan, relaxing into the mattress.

You times just about five minutes in your head before you woke him up. He seemed at peace until you told him you let him sleep in five minutes. His eyes widened as he got ready, while at the same time somehow yelling at you to wake him up on time. You knew he wasn’t actually mad, so you only shrugged at him with a dead face as he paced about the room: changing into his work outfit. Before you could say anything, he ran off: leaving his bento lunch, and you without a goodbye kiss. You couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, but then again it was you who didn’t wake him up on his alarm.

Standing up, you decided that you’d deliver it to him.

Now, here you were. It was quite hard to find something casual, as most of your wardrobe was gothic, but you opted for some black slacks and one of your ruffled black shirts. You finished off your outfit with some glossy black shoes, and a black umbrella, as you collected the bento that was sitting on the counter… and you were off.

…

Opening the door to the Agency, you were met with the sight of most of the members doing work. A few of them waved your direction before continuing on. However, you noticed Dazai standing up from his chair to greet you.

“ Ah, (Y/N)!,” he seemed enthusiastic, as usual,” It’s been a while since we’ve seen you.”

“ It’s nice to see you, Dazai,” you answered with the same blank face,” Just here to deliver something to Doppo.”

“ Okie dokie. He’s out shopping at the moment, he’ll probably be back in a couple minutes though. It was a quick trip,” the brunette replied with a smile,” Would you like some tea while you wait?”

“ No thanks. I’ll just wait here,” you sat on one of the waiting chairs, picking up one of the magazines that was on the coffee table. Usually Dazai was quite lazy, never greeting anyone at the door, but you and him became close, as your seemingly cold attitude attracted him, though not in a romantic sense. He understood your sarcastic and quiet nature, and so you both became good friends. The screen between the consultation “room” was folded back as there was some storage boxes that were being moved.

By now, most of the Agency knew who you were. You usually didn’t talk to most of them, but either way, they treated you just like they would with any other person. It was nice… the Agency was like your second home, where no one would question you for having a large umbrella in the daytime or why you didn’t want to step outside. They knew you were passive, as you’d only eaten animal’s blood. It was fine until you felt a pair of eyes on you.

“ Hey, kid,” you looked up at a boy with a glare,” I don’t like staring.”

The boy shivered, but quickly put his hands up in defense,” Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare…”

“ It’s fine, just makes me uncomfortable,” you replied, folding your magazine in your lap,” Anyways, you look new. Did you join recently?”

He nodded,” Yes, I did! My name is Atsushi Nakajima. I’m sorry for staring.”

“ Like I said, it’s ok. My name is (Y/N) (L/N),” you adjusted the umbrella that was over your shoulder.

“ They’re a real life vampire, ya know,” Dazai muttered over to Atsushi,” Isn’t that cool?”

You smirked, the canines of your fangs becoming prominent as you chuckled at Dazai’s remarks,” You’re funny, Dazai… Anyways, yes, I am a vampire. Though, don’t worry, Atsushi… I really hate human blood.”

“ Ah I didn’t exactly think that…,” Atsushi shrugged with a smile.

“ They’re also Kunikida’s romantic partner! Isn’t that interesting, Atsushi?,” Dazai gossiped.

“ Eh-“

“ Something wrong about that,” you asked, raising a brow.

“ No no… It’s just, you two don’t seem anything alike,” Atsushi waved his hands in defense.

“ I’m just messing with you,” you shrugged,” Sorry… Dazai’s been rubbing off on me. Anyways, we get that a lot, so it’s really nothing.”

Soon enough, you heard the door open, revealing your boyfriend with a hand with a plastic grocery back.

“ I’m back,” he called out, walking over to his desk with the bag as others greeted him a welcome back.

“ Psst…,” Dazai poked over to Kunkida.

“ What now? I’m a little annoyed that you make me break my last pen, so make it quick,” he answered. Dazai pointed over to you.

“ I have your lunch, Doppo,” you spoke, walking over to him with the bento in your hands. You offered it to him.

He turned to you, gently taking it from your hands. A little embarrassed that he was in front of Dazai, he held himself back from greeting you with a kiss. “ You really shouldn’t be out you know,” he lectured,” It’s really bright outside today.”

“ Well, you forgot a couple of things,” you replied simply. “… and you woke me up late,” he sounded a little rude, though, you knew he didn’t mean anything by it.

“ I only let you sleep in because you looked tired.”

“ So mean, Kunikida,” Dazai muttered under his breathe as he watched the scene in front of him.

“ Well… you should get going. I don’t want you getting burnt,” Kunkida’s hands lingered on the bento before placing it on his desk off to the side.

“ Hey, you still forgot one thing,” you frowned.

Kunikida only raised a brow. You looked at him, still with a blank expression,” You forgot your goodbye kiss before you left.”

Dazai placed a hand over his mouth as he lightly giggled to himself.

“ N-not right now…,” he turned his head.

Your frown only got worse,” You’re cruel, Dop-“

In a flash, he smashed his lips into yours, throwing you off guard. It wasn’t anything intense, but the initiation was rather passionate. He kissed you again before pulling away.

“ Sorry…,” his face went red,” I just… didn’t want to…”

A rare smile went to your face,” It’s fine. I just like making Doppo nervous.”

You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, your fangs grazing his skin but not enough to actually harm him, before pulling away and walking towards the door.

“ I’ll be off, Doppo,” your umbrella was now off your shoulder as you held it in your hand,” Take care.”

His hand was on the cheek that you kissed,” Yeah…”

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #kunikida doppo #kunikida x reader #kunikida doppo x reader #mono writes

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fics4you · 3 months

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I love Psych. I just finished rewatching the entire show. Maybe you could do something where Juliet and Gus for whatever reason are absent, so Lassiter has to deal with a sick Shawn while working a case.

You can choose type of sickness and whatnot, although I'd let ke some snz

Sickie: Shawn

Caretaker: Lassie

(Because Psych is in fact a crime show, there is some mention of blood, death, crime, ect. I also think I should get some credit for coming up with the whole plot of this fic)

Also a warning for a few mentions of nausea

Shawn loved to cause chaos, that was a well known fact. Everybody knew that, especially his coworkers, so it came as a surprise when he had been unnaturally quiet. Gus questioned him about it while they were driving home. Shawn shrugged, "I'm just tired today" Gus raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Don't forget I have to go to my real job tomorrow." Gus said, Shawn didn't respond, Gus glanced over at his friend and saw his eyes were glossed over, "hhh- EkTchu hh-KtCHu hh-eh- ktchu"

"bless you" Gus said, Shawn shook his head and cleared his throat. "thanks. What were you saying?" Gus knew Shawn was trying to distract him, but didn't want to embarrass him. "I have my real job tomorrow" Shawn groaned, "and Jules has the day off tomorrow so I'll be stuck with Lassie." Shawn sounded more upset about that than he should have, he usually loved torturing the head detective, so Gus was concerned.

Gus was snapped out of his thoughts when Shawn sneezed loudly, Gus glanced over at his friend, he didn't bother blessing his friend yet, waiting until the next two sneezes came. "Hh- kTchU ehh-KTChU"

"bless you. You alright man?" Gus asked, feeling concerned about his best friend. "Yeah I'm good" Shawn said, he cleared his throat right after. "You don't sound too good. You feeling ok?" Gus asked, concern for his friend rising, "im fine" Shawn said, a note of finality is his tone, Gus rolled his eyes, know how stubborn his friend could be, "am I dropping you off back at your house?"

"yes" Shawn said, "ok" Gus drove his friend back home, "I'll see you after I get off work tomorrow, be careful, stay safe. Don't go to work if you still feel sick tomorrow"

"i-"

"Shawn I've known you forever, I know you're sick. You can't lie to me." Shawn was embarrassed but didn't grace his friend with a response, "get some rest. Let me know how you feel tomorrow" Shawn nodded.

The next morning when Shawn woke up he knew he was anything but fine. He knew he was 100% sick, but being his typical stubborn self, he got out of bed and got dressed, noticing only as he left his shirt was on backwards. He fixed it as he left, chosing to ignore that he hadn't eaten anything yet.

When he arrived at the station he could barely breathe through his nose and his throat was dry and scratchy. He got inside and nearly ran into Lassie, "watch it Spencer." Lassie said, his tone crisp and sharp, "sorry" Shawn said, Lassie was thrown off by Shawn apologizing. "What do we have today?" Shawn asked, Lassie noticed Shawn's voice sounded, but didn't question it. "We have a case, a teenager was found dead in a locker at the local highschool, he was a popular kid that was well liked and a good kid, good grades, loved by everyone, good family, lots of friends-"

"hehh-KtchHu hh-KtcHUh hh-KtcHUh!"

"he was captain of the football team-"

"wow, no bless you?" Shawn said in a mocking exasperated voice, Lassie rolled eyes, and ignored the psychic detective. "An all around good kid, we will be heading to the school" Lassie rolled his eyes, "I can't believe I got stuck with you" Shawn ignored Lassie, "let's go" Shawn said, not really wanting to engage in talking, he didn't feel well, he was tired, he was missing having Gus, he just wanted to get home.

Lassie thought that Shawn was acting weird but didn't really feel like dealing with it. The two headed to Lassie's car, Shawn stopped for a second to duck into the bathroom to get tissues, he was grateful that Lassie didn't notice as he didn't feel like explaining.

The two arrived at the school, and Shawn found himself fighting a gag as they went inside, the school smelled disgusting, which made sense with the whole dead body. Shawn swallowed down bile, "how long was he dead before they found him?"

"I'm not sure. We'll find that out." Lassie glanced over at the psychic, "you alright Spencer?" Shawn looked miserable, "yeah, let's get to it" Shawn said, quickly pushing past the head detective. The closer they got to the crime scene the worse the smell got. Sean thought he was going to actually throw up. Once they arrived a teenage girl ran up to the two of them, years streaming down her face. "Please help! My boyfriend, he's dead" she dropped to the ground sobbing. Lassie cast a disgusted look at the disgruntled teenage girl, "can we get her out of here?" Lassie asked, "no, keep her" Shawn said, despite being sick, his instincts weren't totally gone, and he wanted to question the girl. Lassie glared at Shawn, Shawn stepped closer to the crime scene tape, the girl followed at his heels, Lassie came behind them, they went over to the boy, "when was he found?" An adult, whom Shawn suspected to be a teacher, was standing nearby, "this young lady found him, it's his girlfriend so she had his locker combination, and people were commenting on the smell so she said that she would check it. This was this morning."

"when did the smell start?" Lassie asked taking his pen out.

"it was noticeable for the first time today" The girl said. "Did- hh- hetTcHu ehh-KTChU hkTCHu-

"bless you"

"thank you, did anyone else have his locker combo?"

"no" the girl said, despite her emotion, she had a note of pride in her voice, "just me. Because he loves me"

"ok, can my partner and I have a moment to di-hh-ihsc- ukTcHu ehhkTCHu ehh-ktchu- snf- my partner and I need a moment to discuss" Shawn said, the teacher took the girl and they left the area, "csn you pull yourself together Spencer? What is wrong with you?" Lassie said, his voice sharp, "hey, despite everything I have a lead" Lassie tried to not look impressed, "explain."

"think about it, the body started smelling today, but there's no way that a body that decayed only started smelling today, which me-hh-hetChu- EkTchu hh-KtCHu- means that the body was put in there last night, and this about what the girl said, she's the only one that knew his code. I bet if he looked at the se-eh- snf- security tapes it would show her." Shawn's voice trailed off at the end, and he brought his elbow up to his face, "hh-KtCHu- hehh-KtchHu hh-KtcHUh ehh-tTchU hktChU ehh-KTChU"

"bless you" Lassie said, trying not to show he was actually someone concerned about Shawn. "Sorry" Shawn said, he coughed into his elbow, "Shawn... Are you sick?"

"maybe a little" Lassie rolled his eyes, "why did you come in today?"

"I get bored. And Gus had to work today. And look, I figured it out, so I'm not useless."

"it's not about how useless or useful you are, it's about the fact that you're sick you idiot." Shawn was confused, he didn't understand why Lassie even cared, "anyways, let's look at those security cameras," Shawn said, he started walking away, "do you even know where you're going?"

"Nope!" Shawn said, he began wandering around aimlessly. Lassie rolled his eyes, but somehow still ended up following Shawn. They ended up at an office door labeled principal "how-?"

"psychic" Shawn said simply, when in reality it was just a very lucky guess. Lassie knocked on the closed door, a woman opened it, "hello, we are with the Santa Barbara police department. We are investigating the death of Liam Jones. We're here to watch some security cameras"

"oh thank you for coming. My secretary said she had met you, yes, come in."

"can we see the tapes from last night?"

"last night? The principal looked confused, "but he couldn't have smelled that and after only a few hours?... Right?" The principal said softly, but she pulled the tapes up from the night before, and sure enough at around 1 AM a window opened and the girl came in, dragging a large bag with her. The principal gasped, she fell backwards into the chair, "that's Meghan! His girlfriend! What... Let me get her in here"

"not yet, let's finish watching them first." The principal was shaking, but that wasn't what worried Lassie, as Shawn was shaking almost as much as the principal was, the detective was holding his leather jacket closed with one hand, the other one was held against his nose, but his eyes were focused on the screen. Lassie wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was impressed by the dedication of the psychic.

Shawn's eyes never left the screen he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything. He needed to sneeze so bad, but even blinking could be detrimental to the case. So he kept his hand beneath his nose and his eyes on the screen. They watched as the petite girl displayed concerning strength as she shoved the corpse into the locker, Shawn was somewhat impressed at her strengths but he also knew that adrenaline is one heck of a drug. She had a crazed look in her eyes that Shawn recognized as obsession, "let's bring her in" Lassie said as the tape fizzled out as she climbed back out the same window. Shawn was grateful for the distraction, he pulled a tissue out of his pocket, "hh-KtCHu- ehh-ktchu hhktchu"

"bless you" Lassie said, Shawn waved him off with one hand, while his other hand held a tissue as he tended to his nose. The principal paged the young girl to the office, and the second she walked in the door Shawn noticed that the smell of rotted flesh followed her, and he noticed bruises on her hands that could have come from the ropes of the bag, the girl had a sickly look on her face, Shawn guessed the weight of what she'd done was starting to set in. Lassie sent the principal out and then turned to the girl, "Come take a seat" Lassie said, the girl sat on the chair, "Miss Megan I have a few questions for you"

"yes?"

"why were you dragging your boyfriend's corpse into the school last night?" Her eyes widened and she burst into tears, "It's not my fault! I had to find somewhere to put him and I thought that no one would notice."

"Why-"

"I didn't even notice the smell, I guess I was used to it."

"how long ago-"

"he's been dead for a few weeks. But everyone thought he was at a college for a competition, because I posed as his mom and sent an email to the teacher"

"Megan, why did you kill him?"

"he- i- it was an accident I promise." The girl said, not even bothering to deny it. "I found out that he was going to break up with me, so I had seen something in a TV show that said that a girl drugged her boyfriend so he would become addicted to her" she sobbed "but I didn't know they meant drugs like nicotine, so I put an entire bottle of crushed up Tylenol in his coffee. And not only did it make him super sick, but apparently he was also allergic so his throat closed up and he couldn't throw up" she sobbed, Shawn and Lassie exchanged a glance "why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I didn't think anyone would find out it was me, I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident." Shawn was thrown off, how stupid was this girl, that was bold coming from the guy who was at a crime scene with what could potentially be the flu. "Miss Megan Ross, you are unfortunately under arrest for the murder of Liam Jones" the girl started crying, "please stand up" Lassie said, the girl stood, she was sobbing uncontrollably, she didn't even try and fight them, "Come along" Lassie called the station for Chief to send a car to take the girl back to the station while they finished the legal documents. They also contacted the morgue and the girl's parents to meet them at the station.

Once things slowed down a bit and Shawn and Lassie were the only ones left, Lassie turned to the psychic, "do you want me to take you home before we do the paperwork?" Shawn was thrown off by the head detective's kindness, "no I'm okay" Shawn said, his voice had reached the point where it was so scratchy and so congested that he was nearly impossible to understand. "You sound horrible Spencer, "gee thanks Lassie" the detective rolled his eyes, "you know what I mean Shawn." Shawn was thrown off by the use of his real name, "I'm taking you home. You're sick as a dog"

"I'm f- hekTchuh heh-KTchU- ehh-ktchu fine"

"like hell you are Spencer we're leaving. You're going home and that's not a suggestion that's an order."

"technically I don't work for you so technically you can't order me to do anything"

"Spencer I will shoot you with a taser if I have to."

"that goes against protocol" Lassie rolled his eyes, "is it really so hard for you to accept that you're sick?"

"yes. I don't like to be fussed over. It's the only time I don't want or like attention" Shawn admitted, surprising both himself and Lassie, "well if you'd just go home you can be miserable in the comfort of your own home. And we won't bother you"

"fine" Shawn said, mostly because that sounded really nice and all he wanted was to be in his own bed in the comfort of his own home. Lassie and Shawn went out to the trooper, "honestly, I'm impressed how you not only solved that case so fast, but also while sick" Lassie admitted as they drove, "I had good motivation "

"which was?"

"I wanted to go home"

"fair enough." Lassie stopped in front of Shawn's home, "oh and Spencer, next time you're sick. Just don't come in"

"yes sir"

#sickfic #sick #fluff #psych #crime scene #snz #crime drama

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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The Calm

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Reader

Prompt: 16. "Babe, what color sprinkles do you want in your pancakes?"

WC:671

It was a rare thing for Jon to wake up before you. It was even rarer for him to make breakfast. Jon liked grilling things on the barbecue outside, and that was pretty much where his cooking skills ended. You didn't mind waking up and making him breakfast though. Jon had told you whenever you'd been dating that he didn't think he was the husband type, but he was a great husband. Growing up watching your parents, you were surprised that you'd gotten so lucky with Jon. The standards of being a "good husband" hadn't ever seemed that appealing to you, but Jon did much more than just stepping up. Jon wasn't just great around the house, he tried so hard in every aspect of your marriage, which you really appreciated.

"Hey, I was just gonna come up there and wake you up," Jon said as you joined him in the kitchen. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested the side of your face against his back. His shirt felt old and worn, most likely one he had gotten when he was still working with the WWE. If you were being completely honest, you were pretty sure it was actually one of Roman's old shirts or maybe Seth's. You couldn't remember the front of it, but you were pretty sure it was for something Jon had absolutely no affiliation with. And more clothing belonged to his former SHIELD members in your closet than what was probably normal. It made you wonder how many of Jon's things the guys had kept for themselves over the years. "But I'm glad that you got up on your own. You're kind of scary when I wake you up."

"What can I say? I like my beauty sleep," you mumbled. Jon let out a little laugh as he moved the bacon off the burner. You could tell from the smell that he had gone with actual bacon instead of the turkey bacon you had bought the last time you went grocery shopping. "Did you go to the store this morning and buy bacon?"

"I've got a big match tonight. Bacon helps with my nerves," Jon told you. You rolled your eyes as you gave him a little squeeze. Jon moved effortlessly around the kitchen making breakfast, even with you clinging to his back. In all honesty, you were still dead tired and help deprived of your usual morning cuddles.

"What else does this breakfast of champions include?" you asked Jon. You had stepped away from him barely a moment ago and finally looked at the mayhem that had engulfed your kitchen. He had nearly every appliance going in some way, but you knew that you wouldn't be hungry later.

"Hashbrowns, eggs, bacon, sausage, coffee, toast if you want some, and the big one: pancakes. Oh, that reminds me! Babe, what color sprinkles do you want in your pancakes?" Jon asked you. "You know what? Nevermind, you're not a sprinkles lady. Where are the chocolate flakes?"

"Baking cabinet," you told him. Jon looked at you with his face scrunched in confusion until you got up and got the chocolate flakes and rainbow sprinkles out of the cabinet. Jon finished making breakfast for the two of you and didn't even attempt to move out of the kitchen to eat it. Everything he did after breakfast felt a bit rushed, like he wanted to get in as much quality time with you as he could before this match. It was a pretty big deal, but you knew that Jon had nothing to worry about. Every single match was treated the same for him, which you admired a lot. You had met a lot of wrestlers who only cared about the big ones, but Jon thought each match was important. Tonight's would be extra brutal though, so Jon treated today like the calm before the storm. He wanted to enjoy his time with you since he'd be too sore to do that for the next couple of days.

#jon moxley x reader #jon moxley #aew x reader #aew #my writing

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bomberqueen17 · 8 months

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oops

lol yet again i missed doing my friday update schedule. in my defense, a lot's been going on. before I say anything else I should also say-- DMs on Tumblr currently do not work for me, the message thing shows me the preview but if I click on it, I absolutely cannot open the window, it will hang for literal days. I have the square blank in the corner of this tab as I am composing and no longer remember what I was trying to get it to open. So if you send me an IM on Tumblr I will only be able to read whatever of it is in the preview! So don't be offended if I never respond, because I can't write back because the window literally never opens. I got one to open yesterday but it was about 45 minutes and a lot of window reloading. I think it's safe to say that feature's just gotta be dead to me. RIP.

Anyway what's been up! my BFF from high school came thru Thursday night with her kids to stay in my cabin and i was a bit frantic getting the place ready, as it's not exactly listed on AirBnB. (She was like "oh wow this is a lot bigger and nicer than i thought" girl you were going to cram your children and yourself into a tiny half-finished shack with me? what??? jeez) and at the last minute Dude was like "oh i'm coming too" which, fortunately, I had put myself into a full-size bed on the pull-out couch so there was room for him to be there too but if this were any smaller a tiny house that would not have been possible. see, this is why i didn't actually build a tiny tiny house, it wouldn't have worked.

Anyway they left friday and i spent the day making sausage as fast as i could, and then in the afternoon dude helped me package it and then! i had! two full days! off! (ok i'm in the second of those days rn) so

saturday being My Birthday I made a snap decision that we were going to go see some art, so we drove over to the Clark Institute in Williamsburg MA (like a long half-hour away, it's not far) and saw some of my good buddies in the permanent collection.

(Mom used to take us kids there when we were little, and there are a lot of Renoirs and John Singer Sargent and some Frederic Rembrandt and Winslow Homer and whatnot, many of which I have seen so often as to consider old friends. (This Bougereau, Mom had a poster of on her bedroom wall, and I have always loved it. Apparently, my grandpa upon seeing it-- not the letters grandpa, the other one-- exclaimed of the one whose back faces the viewer "Oh Betty, it's you!" Betty being my grandma.)

I discovered quite by accident, while fucking around on my phone, that there was a Pokestop out in the courtyard, and the Pokestop was titled something about Jenny Holtzer, and i was like wait what and sure enough. There's a set of four white granite benches out there with Jenny Holtzer engravings on them.

This one is fucking brutal, as her shit tends to be:

[image description: a white granite bench engraved with the following text, somewhat darkened by pooled rainwater: "BY YOUR REPONSE TO DANGER IT IS EASY TO TELL HOW YOU HAVE LIVED AND WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO YOU YOU SHOW WHETHER YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE, WHETHER YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO, AND WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT'S ANY GOOD TO ACT."]

There was also a temporary exhibition of paintings and woodcuts/lithographs/prints by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch, yes including a lithograph of That Painting. Fairly stunning! Running thru October, I recommend it if you're in the area!

ok idk what else has been happening. i am so tired. i might play some pokey mans today but i also might just. not. really. do much of anything. which is boring and dumb and won't make me feel better next week when i have to go back and do more work and have achieved none of my personal goals. but sometimes brain no worky, and that's that.

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