#it was sore when i woke up so im trying to rest it

[01zfan]

Could you perhaps write something about waking up with RIIZE the morning after they take your v-card? Love your work <3

next to you | riize

waking up next to shotaro the night after would be so sweet. i would describe it like waking up on a saturday when you know you have nothing to do. just very comforting, and shotaro definitely tucked you in the night before. i can see him being the one to wake up first and he'd be admiring you while you slept, trying to snuggle as closely to you as possible without waking you up. he'd move the covers away from your face and kiss your forehead lightly. he'd want to spend the day doing nothing else but laying with you. when you woke up shotaro would be dying to bring up what happened last night. i can see him being very reassuring and sweet, talking about how fun it was. shotaro would also get so red in the face if you told him you didn't know how pent up you had him.

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eunseok i think would be out like a light honestly-he was putting in the WORK the night prior. he'd probably wake up once he felt you stirring in the bed. he wouldn't let go of you the whole night no matter how much you moved, having you almost trapped as his little spoon. eunseok also probably made it his mission to make you cum multiple times, so once you guys were done for the night your body was so drained you went right to sleep without putting your pajamas back on. eunseok took it upon himself to put your undergarments back on you. it was the least he could do for you after fucking all your energy out of you. you slept soundly through the whole thing and when you woke up the following morning you would definitely be a little sore, not used to the exertion your body went through last night. eunseok would look at you with sleepy eyes before smiling after seeing how you let out a tiny hiss as you try to get yourself out of bed. he’d also cook for you and bring you breakfast in bed.

sungchan would be waiting for you to wake up. he probably didn't even go to sleep to begin with. he had to hold himself back from fucking you senseless for your first time, it made him restless and he couldn't sleep. so after you dozed off in his arms sungchan carefully untangled you from him and he was probably trying to work off all his tension. he tidied up the clothes that were thrown around your room, did the dishes from last night and probably even considered cooking you breakfast, too. sungchan would crawl back in bed with you and pull you into him. he'd be sitting against the headboard as he flexed his hand around your smaller ones, thinking about how lucky he was to be with you. he would kiss the back of your hand a million times, trying to gently wake you up. sungchan would also be going through every possible scenario in his head, trying to figure out how to tell you he wants to do more with you when you are ready. he’d also ask you how you felt like a million times too.

now the night after you and wonbin would sleep in FOR SURE im talking until like mid afternoon and i think you guys would end up staying in bed for the rest of the day. you both would still be naked from the night before but it wouldn’t be sexual as you guys cuddled underneath the sheets. he would be so shy to bring up the night before you’d have to do it. you guys would be holding eachother all day and he would say you’re the best over and over. i think wonbin would also cook for you but he’d want you to go into the kitchen with him so he didn’t have to leave his side :( you guys are attached at the hip and wonbin would look at you with so much adoration and love when you tell him how much fun you had.

sohee i think would try to act as nonchalant as possible but i think he would wake up first and look at you too. he also passed right out after sex and when you’d wake up he would probably fall back asleep to pretend like he wasn’t watching you all morning LMFAO. he’d bring up the night before as casual as possible but mind sentence he would realize he didn’t even know what to say… “so about last night..” *stares at you*

sohee would wanna leave the house i think and go get breakfast somewhere. i can see him asking if it was good for you like it was for him and being super sweet and tender with you.

anton i can see going one of two ways. either he’s super shy about it to the point that his face gets all red when you bring up the night before and he’s hiding underneath the covers or he is super inquisitive about it. if you got super shy anton i think he would wake up long before you and try to clean up a little like sungchan, maybe order in some breakfast so you don’t have to get up. ehen you wake up he’d be blushing like crazy and all smiles if you brought up the night before. i think he’d wanna ask you what parts you liked and didn’t like. if you got inquisitive anton i think he’d still be a little bashful, but he would be on a mission to make your next time even better. you guys would end up laying in bed together all day watching tv and talking :(

#askz #anonz #blurbz #shotaroz #eunseokz #sungchanz #wonbinz #soheez #antonz #01zfan: shotaro #01zfan: sungchan #01zfan: eunseok #01zfan: wonbin #01zfan: sohee #01zfan: anton #riize smut

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

you’re an angel, i’m a dog ; satoru gojo

synopsis; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. he takes matters into his own hands.

word count; 4.3k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, yan!gojo, as far as yanderes go he’s very mild i think (im sensitive u can trust me!!), mentions of blood, implied murder (not depicted!!), he threatens your professor w a knife lol, surprisingly fluffy??, gojo is soooo lovesick & smitten, he just wants his baby to live a happy life :( is that so wrong :((, also your parents love him <33 and he calls you honey <333 ideal man.

a/n; i blacked out & when i woke up this was in my drafts… mysterious. @kissxcore here u go alexis <33 one very smitten morally gray yan!gojo just for u!! i completely lost the plot halfway through but i had a lot of fun writing this!! :33 i don’t dabble in yan content at all so it was a fun lil challenge hehe, i hope it ended up . Somewhat .. decent…

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

”haah…”

— the sigh spills into the air, dripping with exhaustion, a palpable fatigue that has his heart clenching.

just as he feared, you’re here. again. seated on the couch, in the living room, legs crossed and framed by flimsy strings of moonlight; illuminated only by the dim light of the laptop in front of you. carding through your hair, blinking sluggishly.

another sigh. deep, exasperated — from satoru, this time. he keeps a single hand on his hip, brows furrowed in soft disappointment. 

”honey… what do you think you’re doing?”

you jolt, the sudden sound breaking you out of whatever trance you were previously in. when your gaze flits to his, craning your head to see him rest against the wall leading up to your bedroom, he thinks you look a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

it makes him smile. despite his disapproval.

”ah — satoru! it’s… um.” a moment passes. he can practically see the gears of your mind turning, searching for a good excuse. ”… not what it looks like?”

he clicks his tongue. ”nice try.”

then he’s walking towards you, in long strides, gliding across the room like a butterfly in search of nectar. from the sweetest flower there ever was.

even when said flower is still awake, past midnight, pulling an all-nighter despite his frequent advice not to. his very frequent, very thoughtful advice not to strain yourself until you just about pass out.

but you just won’t listen.

”’m disappointed in you, baby,” he huffs, just playful enough to ward off any genuine feelings of distress. he could never truly be disappointed in his baby. ”what did we say about studying this late, hm?”

a sheepish chuckle slips past your lips. satoru is standing in front of you, hands on his hips, raising a questioning eyebrow as you squirm. lighthearted, yes, but genuine. it makes you feel a little guilty.

”… sorry,” you breathe, closing the lid of your laptop. knowing he won’t let you stay up any longer. with the loss of light, your face becomes shrouded in darkness. ”just can’t sleep when i’m so stressed.”

at that, satoru makes a tiny noise — something worried, a little sad, from the base of his throat. a soft frown finds its way onto his lips, and he blinks the sleep away from his senses. plopping down beside you.

”i know. i’m not trying to lecture you,” he croons, reaching out to cradle the apple of your cheek. you melt into him like molten honey, easy and sweet. ”just worried. know you’re stressed.”

and he does. he does know — it’s all he’s been able to think about, these past few weeks. to his dismay, he’s even begun to grow used to this sight, used to finding you in the midst of working yourself to exhaustion. fighting the urge to sleep, slumped over your desk, or cooped up on the couch. staring into your laptop like it holds the secrets of the universe.

time and time again, he’s told you to take care of yourself. tried to coax you into relaxing, rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing the puffy skin beneath your eyes. but this exam is important — you’ve told him as much, more times than he can count. he doesn’t doubt that you’re right. 

of course you’d be stressed. he gets it.

still, though.

”but you know it’s not good, yeah? that it’ll just burn you out?” his thumb goes to smooth over the dark crescents beneath your eyes, gentle as a feather. ”we don’t want that, do we?”

you bite your lip. trapping it between your teeth. he knows you know. ”… yeah,” you admit, a flimsy little sigh on your tongue. ”it just feels easier to do this at night. don’t know why.”

”my little night owl.”

that makes you smile, a little, but it’s not enough to satisfy him. he curls an arm around your waist, and drags you into his lap; gentle, always gentle, like all that exists under your skin is made of porcelain. like the lines of your face form a string of words, a label of fragile: handle with care. he always does.

with his heartbeat by your ear, his warmth melting into yours, it’s easier to speak. a pressure on your chest that fades away. ”i’ll try not to do it again,” you murmur, biting back a soft yawn. nuzzling into his neck. ”promise. don’t wanna worry you…”

satoru softens. 

(always so good to him.)

”it’s fine, honey. i understand.” he smiles, smoothing down your spine, counting the bumps of vertebra that slide along his palm. ”don’t worry that pretty little head of yours over me, alright?”

in return for his comfort, you wriggle away, lifting your head to give him a smile. one of your many smiles, each one fervently cherished by him; the one you’re wearing now is tired, a soft curl of your lips, the kind that makes him want to lull you to sleep. just the sight alone makes the anxiety in his veins feel like a worthy investment.

he doesn’t tell you anything that could cause that joy to diminish. doesn’t tell you that he can’t sleep without you, that he can barely breathe knowing you’re this stressed all time. doesn’t tell you that he jolted awake with a sinking feeling of dread, a gaping pit in his stomach when he didn’t immediately feel the warmth of your skin against his. doesn’t tell you that he always, always assumes the worst.

satoru doesn’t tell you these things. it’s a safety measure, an act of love. a bundle of unvoiced syllables, woven into white lies, silky and sweet. tailor-made to put your aching mind at ease. 

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

it’s a theory, of sorts, a train of thought. a hypothesis made manifest. after many years of pondering, he’s arrived at the following conclusion; you are all that’s good. therefore, it only follows that you deserve everything that’s good, all of it and more. satoru believes you deserve every single thing your little heart desires — and he’s determined to give it to you.

so he’s been worried.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. he knows you’ll ace the exam, knows you’ll do your very best, knows you’ll make him proud. you always do. you aren’t the problem, no, never.

he just doesn’t trust your professor. 

that unfair, stuck-up, incompetent professor who’d fail his students just for being a couple minutes late, who curates his exams to be as convoluted as humanly possible. you and your friends are starting to suspect he just likes berating people for a living. satoru knows it all, he’s heard it all, of course he has. satoru pays attention to everything, when it comes to you. he knows all about your professor, the man who’s been making your studies pure hell for the past semester.

it makes his blood boil. steady, ruminating, hot and heavy in his veins. a rivulet of lava.

(it was only a matter of time.)

satoru is a teacher too; he knows that type. one that has no business being a teacher, in the first place, one no student deserves to be subjected to. he’s met more of them in his career than he could even begin to count. the thought of one of his own students being at the mercy of someone so incompetent makes his skin itch.

and the thought of you, seated on the couch, crying and sniffling when he comes home because none of the exam questions made enough sense for you to even try —

it makes satoru want to claw his skin off.

it makes that tiny, tiny cavern in his heart extend, widen, like a maw, swallowing up his liver and lungs and sense of morality. an emptiness begging to be filled. 

there’s only one way to satiate it.

so he plants a wet kiss on your forehead, ruffles your hair, tucks you into bed and waits until you fall asleep. deep and heavy, a slumber you won’t wake up from anytime soon. he presses his lips to your forehead one more time — for good measure.

then he grabs his coat and slips outside.

the moon is visible through the window.

a thin crescent, nailed next to the dim stars, leaking a dream-like fluorescent shine; illuminating the office, so quiet he can hear those erratic breaths spill out, one by one. a heavy, heavy silence, thick enough to spread like butter over toast. 

(ah, that’s right — he forgot to buy the butter you asked for this morning. no wonder he feels so out of sorts. he’ll have to grab it on his way back.)

”who… w — what are — ?”

satoru stays silent. lips pursed, eyes keen, burning into the back of the man in front of him. close, almost chest to back, enough to have him scowling in displeasure. 

just being in his presence makes satoru feel a little sick. 

he keeps the blade pressed right beneath his adam’s apple, a silver glimmer in an office painted blue and gray. not enough to sink into his skin, but enough to have his heartbeat hammering, enough that satoru can practically feel those rapid flutters of life. brushing against his gloved hand.

he gets straight to the point. voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth, low enough that it’s barely even audible. he’s careful, about this kind of thing. there’s a delicacy to the ill intent, something he’d be a little enamored with if it weren’t for the compass stuffed into his ribs — the compass that tells him this is wrong.

he just can’t bring himself to care.

”the upcoming exam.” his voice sends a shiver down the man’s spine. satoru can feel it. ”don’t fail a single student.”

silence. pure silence, suffocating them, tangling itself into the air. satoru can practically taste it — fear, familiar, that pang of panic. a ticking time-bomb. the knife stays pressed against warm skin, pushing, sinking, just a little, a drop of red against his pale throat. 

it’s enough to get your professor to make a little noise, one that vaguely resembles a whine. like that of a small animal, rolling over on its belly, eager to play dead. no word is spoken in reply, but he nods, just barely, a nervous tremble of his head.

satoru hums, approving. ”good.” he doesn’t loosen his grip. ”there’s a particular student i’m worried about. marked them down in the catalogue... i’m counting on you.”

another noise. a grunt of affirmation, a silent plea — satoru allows that fear to seep into his own bones, just a little, just to get a taste of it. cold on his tongue. he wonders if this is what helplessness feels like.

then he takes a step back. slow, tentative, dragging the knife with him. not before parting his lips once more. ”don’t turn around,” he warns. ”i’ll be back if there are any complications. this’ll be our little secret, hm?”

the man in front of him doesn’t say a thing. frozen in fear, paralyzed, not moving an inch. a fly trapped in his web. it’s a relief.

before he exits the room, satoru puts the final nail in the coffin. just in case. ”i happen to know what school your daughter goes to.” he waits for a flinch, and it comes almost instantly. like clockwork. “remember that.”

it’s an empty threat. your professor doesn’t know that, though. he doesn’t know that satoru knows his daughter, that he walks past her preschool almost every morning on his way to work. that she waves to him whenever he passes by, and that he makes it a point to always wave back. a little troublemaker; the rowdiest of utahime’s preschoolers. she has a bubbly laugh, and just lost one of her milk teeth. she was giddy when she showed him, a bout of giggles spilling from her lips as he cooed and ruffled her hair. 

he wouldn’t lay a finger on her. 

but your professor doesn’t know that, hasn’t got a single clue, and satoru delights in the fear that must be running through his veins. down his spine, crawling into every narrow of his skeleton, making a home for itself that he’ll never quite be able to root out.

a gulp. satoru hears it, in the quiet of nightfall, just before he shuts the door behind him. good.

the rest of the evening is a blur. satoru gets home, relieved to find you still asleep, and tucks you into his chest. makes a mental reminder to order your favorite take out tomorrow; a little reward for your hard work.

finally, he can sleep easy. knowing you’ll get what you deserve. 

three weeks later, satoru places his hand on the familiar doorknob in front of him, dragging his weight behind him. blinking sluggishly. 

there’s a sinking feeling in his chest, weighing him down — like an anchor tied to his liver. a compass, tucked between his fourth and fifth rib, one that’ll always stay lodged right there. he’s learned to grow used to it, a natural consequence, a sign that his humanity is still intact. 

that doesn’t make it any less bothersome, though.

(ridding the world of a pest shouldn’t make him feel dirty. especially when he felt nothing but contempt for the pest in question, for the way he whistled as you walked by, the words he spewed before satoru met his eye. vile. putrid. why should he feel guilty for wiping a stain off the pavement?

it does make him feel dirty, though. a sinking feeling in his chest.)

there’s nothing to be done about it. satoru swallows the unpleasant taste on his tongue, and drags the door open, closing it behind him with a softness he reserves for you alone.

and there you are.

on the couch, farther away, already looking his way — lips instantly curling up into what he knows will be a smile. this time, it’s laced with excitement. one of his personal favorites. his gaze devours the joy in your features, the glimpse he gets of your teeth, that familiar crinkle of your eyes. 

you’re smiling. at him. you smile and his world wakes up, it’s dyed in different shades of blue, it’s brimming with life and love and something too good not to kill for. you smile and everything is right, good, worth it. you smile and it's as if the blood has been washed off his hands.

suddenly, all is well again. satoru exhales a blissful little breath.

“‘m home, honey,” he grins, a light pink dusting his cheeks, hanging his coat up before turning to face you. arms wide open. “did you miss me?”

his heartbeat stutters when you practically engulf him, all giddy giggles and that perfect smile, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “mhm,” is what you chirp, pressing kisses down his collarbone, and he has to bite down on his lip to stop the shivers trailing down his spine. he tastes iron, but laps it up with a coo. sickly-sweet.

“missed you too, precious,” he purrs. “sorry i was gone for so long — had to take care of something.” 

he cups the back of your skull with his palm, large and crafted just to hold you, and marvels at how much you trust him. how you’re melting into his chest, fitting into every crevice of his heart. he wants to keep you there forever. forever and ever, always within reach, always close enough to touch. 

but he also wants you to be happy. he wants to see you run away, wherever the wind takes you, if only so he’ll get to feel you jump into his arms again, when you’ve had your fill of the world. when you come home to him, where you both belong.

satoru would never cage you in. never, never, never. he wants you to enjoy your life — confining you wouldn’t do any good, would only stifle that pretty smile he loves so dearly. he wants your world to be large, brimming with life, blooming with fervor, wants the air to be clear enough for your beautiful lungs. he couldn’t build a world for you, here, in this apartment. no matter how big or luxurious. 

so his only option is to bend the world into a kinder shape — twist and mold until it forms a path good enough for you to follow.

(it’s worth it, he knows, he’ll always know. it’s worth it to see that smile.)

“is that a new coat?” you ask, naive and innocent, and it breaks him out of his thoughts, attention wired to the lilt of your voice.

“yeah.” it’s stylish, expensive, a nice shade of black. he had to throw the last one away. “looks nice, right? i’ll get you the same one, pretty.”

“you don’t have to, toru!” you hurriedly exclaim, knowing he’ll jump at the opportunity to spoil you. “i like the one i have now!”

satoru pouts. a soft huff, right by your ear. “you don’t wanna wear matching coats?” he feigns sadness, scratching softly at your scalp, drinking up the little purrs that bubble up in your throat. 

and you giggle. you giggle and all he can think is worth it, worth it, worth it. a stained coat or two means nothing. the blood on his hands is just insurance. 

“well, when you put it like that…” you shift a little, curling your arms around his neck, breathing him in. he wonders if you can smell the cleaning detergent. “i guess i wouldn’t mind a new coat.”

and he grins. like clockwork. “right? want me to buy you new shoes while i’m at it? some jewelry?” he peppers kisses down your neck, amusement laced in his voice. “the whole store?”

again, those giggles. again and again. he laps them up like fine wine. “okay, that’s too much.”

“but you deserve it!” he whines, sickeningly sweet. sick to his stomach with love. “been working so hard, my angel.”

and, suddenly — you light up. his little firefly. brightening, inhaling a giddy breath. pulling away, a little, and he does his best to bite back the frown on his face. you’re practically beaming, sunshine personified, eyes glittering with giddy joy.

“right! i almost forgot!” 

then you’re skipping away, happily, to retrieve your phone. and he knows what you’re going to show him, but still feigns surprise when he sees the score on your exam, that perfect 100 on the screen. still makes an expression of shock that he knows will get you to laugh, still picks you up and spins you around and tells you how proud he is.

he almost, almost feels bad, seeing you smile so wide; at what you assume to be the fruits of your own labour. almost feels ashamed, knowing that perfect 100 wouldn’t exist without the knife at your professor’s throat.

but, then again, this is how it should be. those numbers are the fruits of your own labour, because satoru is a part of you. and you deserve it, deserve it more than anyone — he knows you would have gotten it, even without his help, if your professor was competent enough to see your brilliance. 

satoru smiles. he is proud of you. and this is exactly how it should be. he’s just bending the world into its rightful shape, cutting strings from a wrongly woven web, righting the wrongs of the people around you.

you, you, you. the only thing that exists.

all of him is for you.

”i knew you could do it. never doubted you for a second, baby,” he smiles, so wide his cheeks hurt, and you return it with a kiss to his jaw. 

”thank you. i’m just so relieved,” you exhale a breath, heavy, and it’s like he can practically see the stress melting, slipping from your shoulders and eyes. worth it, worth it, worth it. ”gosh. i’m gonna sleep like the dead tonight.”

”as you should,” satoru chirps, pinching your side. softly, brimming with fondness. ”but before that, we’re gonna celebrate. all day. and tomorrow too!”

another smile coaxed from your lips; this time, it’s a little bit shy. bashful, at the praise, his endless excitement. so precious he wants to kiss you breathless. give you all the air in his lungs.

so precious that he forgets about everything else. 

this is what you always do to him; wrap him up in a blanket of your love, cloud his veins with a nectar so sweet he takes the leap into your arms without a second thought. a foolish, lovesick butterfly, sticking to a single rose; dripping with honey, overflowing. the butterfly is too drunk on love to care. 

you’re his flower, his joy, the most useful form of anesthesia. with you in his veins, on his mind, your lips on his jaw — satoru can pretend that his hands are clean. that they always have been.

it all slips from his mind. your professor, the creep who catcalled you, that one classmate you’ve been complaining about recently. he forgets that they even exists, and satoru thinks that must be what love is: something that narrows your world down until you can make a home out of it. 

(something worth cherishing, no matter the cost.)

as always, it’s your voice that snaps him out of the trance he’s in. turning around at the sound of your call, the orpheus to your eurydice, too in love to save you from himself. you’re both getting ready to head out, dressing up for a well-deserved date. 

satoru feels himself smile. he does the dirty work, and you get to reap the rewards. heaven on earth.

“oh, by the way! would you want to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” you meet his absent gaze with a tilt of your head. “they’ve been asking about you again. it’s such a headache, seriously.”

satoru giggles, barely containing how delighted he is. raising a playful brow. “oh? grumpy that you aren’t the favorite child anymore, hm?”

“okay, first of all —“ you stifle a giggle, pulling a drawer open, rummaging through it. freshly washed clothes. he washes most of your things. “you aren’t their child. and second of all —“

“— yet.”

a pause. 

satoru watches your gaze flick over to him, then back to the drawer, collecting yourself. a cute flush to your cheeks. “… whatever.” you clear your throat. “second of all — i don’t like how much they like you. what kinda spell did you put them under? it’s always satoru this, satoru that!”

a huff fills the air, and you mutter something that sounds a little like mocking, an obnoxiously imitated where’s satoru? that makes him chuckle into his fist. 

he shrugs. “i’m just a natural charmer, y’know? and, for the record; i would love to have dinner with them.” he sends you a wink, playful, and you roll your eyes. “are you joining us?”

a bout of laughter pushes past your lips, and satoru thinks he could die happy — just soaking up the joy that spills from out your throat. he wishes he could live in it, paint your house in it, wear it. he wants your joy to be all he ever feels. he feels sick at the idea of ever being out of earshot for it.

“yes, i’m joining you.” your scoff is dripping with humour. ”i’d hate to be the fourth wheel, but it is what it is.”

satoru stifles a grin. ”lucky me. three beauties all to myself,” he drawls, a seductive lilt to his voice, just to hear that little noise you always make with the back of your throat. vaguely disgusted.

”you’re so gross.”

a coo. like the buzzing of a bee. ”don’t be jealous, honey. know you’re my favorite, don’t you?” satoru smiles — more sincere than you’ll ever know. ”could never love anyone else.”

”so my parents are in second place?” you quirk a brow, amusement lacing your words, and he clicks his tongue. 

”well, they made you. i’d have to be a fool not to worship artists of such caliber.” 

”charmer.”

”yours.” the word is a knife at his throat, a stain on his coat, a love so heavy it’ll burn him alive. ”only yours.”

and again, you smile. all he can think is that you deserve everything, everything that’s good, everything he could ever give you. it’s all he can think as you go about your day, as he leads you outside, as he watches a flicker of joy dance within your iris. as he watches you walk wherever your heart takes you.

the thought remains when you return home, when you wrap yourselves up in blankets and he throws a leg over your waist and you curl an arm around his ribcage. it’s all he can think. 

satoru was born to be of service — to someone, to the world, to something or another. he was born to carry a weight on his back. 

so why not bear the weight of your burdens?

all he wants is to protect you. all he’ll ever need is that smile on your face. he was always bound to be just this: a dog at your heels, a halo around your head, the watchful eye keeping you safe from everything rotten in this world. he’s the butterfly, the spider, the web itself. and he’ll never let you be tangled up in it.

he was born to be of service to you. so service you he will, until it all comes back to bite him.

“satoruuu — stop stealing the blanket!”

he prays it never will.

#im a lil unsure how to feel abt this piece i feel like it lost its flow pretty quickly 😔👉👈but i rlly did have fun writing it hehe #my baseline for yan!gojo is basically; a kind man who’s so in love w u that he’s willing to compromise his own morals to keep u safe #he’s not particularly possessive or even obsessive?? to him violence really is just . a necessary means to keep u happy #this is almost definitely the only yan piece ill ever write bUT im very fond of this gojo … he’s a tortured little meowmeow <33 #cw yandere #yandere gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #tw yandere

[aspiringobject]

I just woke up so I'm sorry if this post has spelling mistakes and bad punctuation. I'm also dumb as hell.

Last night before going to my friend's place I ate 3 edibles and was so fucking high. He trapped my tiny body in a box and cut 2 holes into it - one so I can breathe and one at the other end where my skirt was. He left for a bit and then came back to play a game that he called "will you get wet". He stuck his hand in the bottom hole and started feeling under my skirt, grabbing my thighs, going ontop of my clit where he then would check to see if my pussy was wet from time to time. He said he's gonna ask me things and... see if I will get wet.

"You're so stuck in there I want to just start force fisting you" (I got wet), "You're so fucked up you can't even get away" (I got wet) "You're so fucking wet" he would say as he then pushed my underwear aside and started to finger my wet dripping hole. "You want me to rape your holes?" (I got wet), "I want to rape and stretch you while youre in here" (i got wet) "Man, you are so high, i could do anything to you and i bet you would enjoy it" (i got wet) "You are such a dumb cunt, I cant believe it" (i got wet).

The wetter and wetter I got, the more fingers he would forcefully shove into my hole through the box. I couldn't escape and I was too high to even move or moan or do anything. He continued the game and said he could feel me getting wetter on his fingers as he started putting more and more in where I started to moan and then ended up screaming. Shoving 4 fingers in me as deep and as wide as he can get my tight cubt to stretch, while I'm being humiliated in a stupid box made me scream and beg him to stop. I was so embarrassed. What if his roommate came home?? What if his other friend down the street decided to stop by?? What if he went too far abd I couldn't get out??

He was forcefully trying to fit his thumb into my tight cunt as he already had 4 fingers, but I was screaming so much he stopped and pulled out drastically which made me sigh of relief lol. He disappered again and idk where he went. I felt so used and helpless trapped inside there. He then cut the box open, forced me on my knees and facwfucked me so hard I swear I almost passed out. There was nothing in my tummy for me to puke but I kept gagging on his cock and I could hear his moans as I did.

Before he stopped facefucking me he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down the shaft where I was at the base of his cock. He held my head down there until I started to black out, I kept gagging and drool kept coming out of my mouth and flowing down his balls. I think I did black out bc when I woke up all I could remember was him already railing my cunt and holding my head down into a pillow. He kept kkeeping me on the verge of blacking out all night which both his hands around my neck while he savagely fucked my holes until they felt swollen and sore. I could barely beg or plead for him to stop bc he kept choking me. It made me SO wet though.

He flipped me onto my back where I could finally speak. He said he wants to wa5ch my eyes roll back as I take his dick. At this point now I was svream8ng and begging him to cum in me. Im overstimulated. I can't handle it. Please sir cum in me. Please cum in me. He grabbed another pillow and put it on my head, telling me to "shut up cunt, I decide when I wanna cum" as he then fucked me harder. Shoving fingers in wh8le his dick was in me, having my tight pussy stretched even further. I was crying so hard filled with overstimulation, my pussy kept clenching on his fingers and cock where he eventually came deep inside my pussy.

He kissed me on the forehead, asked if I was alright, then cuddled me in a blanket for the rest of the night :)

#i consented to this #degredation kink #dumbification #free use slvt #male violence #men are superior #patriarchy #patriarchy kink #rap3toy #cnc drugging

[lw6-woso]

hugs (jj jareau x reader)

(not my gif)

prompt "you looked peaceful"

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been married and having kids with JJ you had gotten into a routine with the boys when she was on a case. you woke the kids up had breakfast and they were off to school, you went to work and after your shift, you went and picked the kids up and settled down ready for the end of the day.

however today was different Henry had gotten the chicken pox the day JJ went away on a case to Florida and then Micheal caught it as well, so you were dealing with two very sick kids on your own.

JJ had insisted on coming home early but it wasn't much of a hassle since all the boys did was sleep and watch tv.

it was hopefully the final day that JJ was away and was coming home in the morning. you had done the night routine and Henry was fast asleep after talking to JJ over the phone but Micheal had other plans and didn't want to sleep or let go of you.

the both of you were currently sitting watching a tv show when micheal asked in a whisper, "i miss Mommy mama"

"i miss your mommy too she will be home tomorrow to give you the biggest hugs and kisses," you said stroking his bare back since he was only in his nappy as he ditched the pjs that i put him in.

"kisses and hugs for you to mama" he asked.

"oh yeah," you said.

it had been a couple of hours after that conversation with Micheal when JJ had arrived back home, she was expecting a quiet house but was confused when she saw the tv on, she walked into the living room and her face softened when she saw Michael fast asleep on your chest and you also fast asleep.

she noticed the bags under your eyes and the mess that was in the living room, clearly understanding that the two sick boys weren't as easy to handle as you had explained to her over the phone.

you stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes seeing JJ.

"you are a sight for sore eyes," you said.

"clearly had a hard week baby" she asked sitting on the arm of the chair.

"Nah not that bad how long have you been home," you said.

"yeah sure say that to the bags under your eyes, I've been home about an hour and didn't want to wake you, you both look peaceful like you needed the rest," she said giggling.

"their sleep pattern is like their newborns again," you said sitting up slowly not wanting to wake Micheal.

"hey you go to bed I'll put him in his bed," she said.

"you sure," you said handing him over.

"yeah I've missed my baby boys" she said and walked upstairs following her. you split up and fell into your bed getting comfy.

JJ joined you and cuddled up to you closing her eyes.

"I'm glad your home I've missed you," you said to her.

"iver missed you two and good news I've got the week off" she said.

"how come," you asked.

"Well, two things obviously with the boys being sick and you know how we started trying for another little one well i took a test and," she said turning over and handing me a positive pregnancy test.

"no way," you said.

"yes way im pregnant" she said laughing. you laughed and kissed her on the lips.

you talked for the remainder of the night and slowly fell asleep in each other's arms.

#jj jareau #criminal minds #jj jareau x reader #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #spencer reid #derek morgan #david rossi #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau imagine #jennifer jareau x you #elle greenaway #jason gideon #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau gif #jennifer jareau smut

[vctrvn-ls]

Being Sick |Beta Squad|

yeah im sick, v sad but #not3ambutsickthoughts

nice and short

「 ✦ Chunkz✦ 」

Would pull out any and every trick his mom did in his youth when he was sick. He’d tell you all about Somalian herbs, plants and how they’re good for you. For example Pelargonium and the boost it gives to your immune system. I don’t really see Chunkz as the “I’ll get off work just to take care of you” typa guy, like don’t get me wrong he’d be worried as hell but he’s too much of a busy man to drop everything, and you’d respect that because as soon as he got home all of his attention would be on you and you only, baby. Besides he believes that the best cure is a good rest (I feel like I know that for a fact)

「 ✦AJ ✦ 」

Now AJ thinks the best cure is laughter. He knows how boring it could be, staying at home for a week and lying in bed all day, so he’d try and make your days less miserable. He wouldn’t change too much, he’d still violate you and bully you, saying stuff like “you’re the only one who got sick, loser” but at the same time he’d be bringing you your medicine, food and whatever else you needed. He’d definitely feel bad at first, but as soon as you start getting better he will not hesitate to annoy you again. Honestly AJ would be around you so much that your body would fight off the disease faster just so you could get out of the house. Lovingly tho cause AJ is the best <3

「 ✦Kenny ✦ 」

Gosh where do I start? The fuss this guy would make!! First when he finds out that you’re sick he’d lecture you like a mom. “Didn’t I tell you to dress warmer?” , “Why’d you have ice cold drinks if you already had a sore throat?” , “Why didn’t you tell me straight away that you were sick?” He’d walk up and down the room waving his hands around while you sat there with a guilty look on your face. But you know he’s mad only because he cares that much for you, and it’s not long before he apologizes for acting pissed and starts running around you, bringing every type of medicine he could think of. He’d order your favorite take out, get you a warm beverage and turn on a movie for the two of you to enjoy before you dozed off to sleep on his shoulder.

「 ✦Niko ✦ 」

Yeah he’d drop everything he’s doing for you and make sure you are well before continuing on with his life. First thing he’d do is call in a nurse, and after that buy everything the nurse suggests. He might even go a little over the top with the buying. Medicine aside, he’d make sure youre happy and aware that he’s ready to do anything you need. Like cmon Niko is the most SELFLESS man on this planet, he’d actually be ready to do anything!! He’d sleep next to you, just in case you woke up at night feeling unwell, but he wouldnt sleep too close since he wouldn’t want to get sick as well, which would result in him not being able to help you get well as much as he would want to.

「 ✦ Sharky ✦ 」

Girl he’d do the opposite of Niko and literally have you in his embrace every second (unless you feeling like you need some alone time) He’d make chicken soup and as shitty as it might actually taste, you’d still eat it because he made it with aaallll his love. When you’re napping, he’d be beside you editing his videos (in headphones of course) or he’d be replying to emails and whatever else work related. Would he care that your sick? NO! KISSES EVERY DAY AND NIGHT!

“Sharks you’re gonna get sick!” You giggle and try push him away from you. “Nahh.” He’d shake his head before sprinkling your face with kisses. With all his love and support, you’ll be getting well in no time.

#beta squad #youtube #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #sharky #ndl #niko #betasquadedit

[thehermitsaltar]

Kurt Kunkle x male reader

Where he kidnaps the reader & has been stalking him online.

+ forces reader to wear a collar with his name on it

Maybe consensual sex later on because reader is really into it?

Tied up kink, marking kink.

A/n: This is the best request ever<3333 this request was so good that I had to do it immediately

Kurt Kunkle x Male reader

Warning: Smut, sort of dubious but everything is consensual.

All it took was looking away for just one second. Looking away from your mixed drink, coming back to it, unaware of what happened and what was stirring inside it. You downed the rest of the alcoholic drink in one gulp, your throat burning as your cup empties.

Your skin started to tingle and your vision became fuzzy and unfocused. You couldn't keep your thoughts straight, only feeling your skin heat up and the need for air rising above the haze. Pushing your way toward the door on clumsy feet before tripping on something. That's when it all went black. You don't even remember falling, or maybe you didn't fall?

You woke up and every muscle in your body felt too heavy to move, even opening your eyelids seemed like a challenge. Instead of looking, you focused on what you felt. Wrists pulled behind your back, tied together with metal handcuffs that dug painfully into your skin. You tried to shift out of the binds only to find them too tight, and now you realized you were tired to a chair, and you weren't alone.

You froze when you heard frustrated mumbling in the room and someone moving around, the sound of feet and things shifting heard around you. You couldn't help the groan bubble up in your throat at the dull ache becoming present in your joints.

"Sh-shit." The person mumbled before they stood in front of you. Finally fluttering your eyes open, cringing at the bright light, trying to adjust. "You're awake." The voice spoke again, a hint of relief in his sigh. Your vision focused on the floppy haired brunet in front of you. He was scrawny, and tall, considering the way he hunched over to be a few inches from your face.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything but all that came out was a soft rasp, throat dry and sore. Swallowing and trying again with better success. "Who are you?"

The man's face scrunched up before it cleared into a wide grin. "Im-im Kurt. I'm your biggest fan!"

Your face must have matched your confusion by the way Kurt giggled and leaned a little closer, his nose brushing yours while your eyes almost went cross with how close he was.

"I've been watching you forever! Since you started YouTube, really. I comment and like all your videos and any post you make on social media. Maybe you recognize my username, 'Kurtsworld96'?"

Kurt shifted away, kneeling in front of you and peering up at you with his big brown eyes. The drugs thrumming through your veins clouded all thinking, dulling the panic you should have been feeling. Only being able to focus on the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon and the stars.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long! We-we would be perfect collaborators- and- and I could take care of you!" Kurt leapt forward in excitement, missing the way you flinch backward slightly, jingling the cuffs around your hands. "And when you posted about going to Bobby's party- I mean it's fate really! I wasn't formally invited but me and Bobby are tight.." Kurt began to ramble and trail off, giving you a chance to glance around at your surroundings. It looked like you were in a bedroom. A desk sitting in the corner, posters littering the room and a mattress laying on the ground.

"I even got you a gift!" Kurt's voice snapped you back to reality, lolling your head to look down at him.

"What?" You mumble, watching him stand up and walk toward his desk, fiddling in the drawers before coming back. Standing in front of you with a hand behind his back. Kurt's free hand found your hair, gently grabbing it and guiding you to look up at him.

Kurt blushed at the way you looked at him, so pliant and malleable before him, lips parted and eyes glazed out.

"Pretty- pretty boy." He murmered to himself, chewing on his lip and removing his hand. Delighted when you keep looking up at him. He cleared his throat, revealing the 'present' from behind his back. It looked like a cheap dog collar made of blue plastic and black fabric, a small charm dangling from it.

Kurt rounds your chair, standing behind you and making you tense as his hands glide feather light along the side of your neck. He leaned down, whispering in your ear as he clicked the collar around your neck.

"I am not letting you go." His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts about how serious the situation really was. Only focusing on his breath fanning against your neck and his slim fingers playing with the charm on the collar. "You are mine."

You whimpered, struggling against the cuffs again, accidentally drawing Kurt to the bulge in your jeans. The alcohol and drugs in your system lowering your restraint but the attention was the nail in the coffin, pushing you over the edge of control and making your cock leak.

"F-fuck. You- you like that? Like being mine?" Surprise evident in Kurt's voice as his fingers trailed down your arms, hooking in the cuffs and tugging harshly to pull you impossibly closer to the chair, straining your shoulders and arms.

"Say it."

You chewed on your lip as you tried to sort through your thoughts only to whimper out a small 'please'.

Kurt pulled away completely, leaving you cold and missing his presence, shame flooding you at the thought of wanting the man who kidnapped you. Those thoughts left as soon as Kurt kneeled in front of you again, his face soft as he immediately started working on your too tight jeans. Finally ripping them down, along with your pre-cum strained boxers.

You pant and gasp when your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a wet 'plap'. You whine and squirm in your seat, keeping your eyes trained on Kurt while his attention remains on your cock. Looking in awe and drinking in your bare skin before his eyes landed on your cock. His jaw dropped a little and he practically drooled at the sight of your drooling member inches away from his face. Kurt's hazy eyes flicked up to you, holding your gaze and shifting in his spot.

"Wanna worship you.." He leaned forward, placing a hesitant kiss on your calf, eyes never leaving your face, looking for any sign you didn't want this. "Wanna take care of you.." He placed another kiss higher, this time on your knee, the warmth of his lips making you whimper. "Wanna claim you." His final kiss was placed on your thigh, inches from your leaking cock that twitched at the contact.

"I'm yours."

Your own voice surprised you when you croaked out the words. You didn't have time to regret your words before Kurt let out a breath moan, diving in and leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your cock. You jerked your wrists, wanting nothing more than to tangle your fingers in Kurt's messy brown hair, huffing when you couldn't touch him.

"Fuck. Dreamed about this for so long." Kurt continued to press wet kisses along your cock, slicking it with his spit and your pre cum. His kisses turned into kitten licks, then into long, broad licks. "So pretty.. and sweet.. fuck, you taste amazing."

Your whines and moans go ignored, all of Kurt's attention focused on wetting your cock and tasting your salty pre-cum. His warm hand wrapped around your cock, jerking you off while his mouth sucked on your tip.

"K-kurt." You tried to pull his attention to you, trying to warn him of your orgasm that was approaching too fast.

Kurt moaned and pulled his mouth off of your cock, a line of spit connecting him to your tip. His hand sped up, thumb stroking the underside and swiping over the tip before sliding back down to the base. His half lidded eyes looked up at you while he laid his head on your thigh.

"Say my name again. Please baby." He pleaded up at you with a slight pout, his hand getting faster until your vision started to blur around the edges.

"Kurt!" A deep moan rumbled through your chest as your cock gave a final twitch before ropes of cum painted his hand and your chest. Your vision going white, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, drowning out all thoughts.

"Good boy." Kurt whispered. His hand slowing, moving to your thigh, stroking it affectionately. You panted out labored breaths as you started to come to, looking down at Kurt lazily, feeling your sensitive cock twitch when you notice your cum splattered in his hair and across the bridge of his nose. "Made such a mess.." Kurt mumbles idly before reaching around and undoing the cuffs from your wrists. Your arms fall limply at your side, too exhausted to move anymore.

Kurt stands, leveling his tented jeans with your face. You moan weakly, attempting to reach up and undo his belt before he grabs your wrists gently, pulling your hands to his mouth for a soft kiss.

"Can I- can I fuck you?"

You would have cringed at his awkwardness if it hadn't of been for your cock already getting hard again at the thought of him making good on his promise to claim you as his. You swallow, making eye contact with him before nodding.

"Yes."

The next few moments were a haze of Kurt helping you to his uncomfortable bed, clothes being shed and hungry hands exploring your body, committing every inch of skin to memory. It ended with you on your back and Kurt nestled deep in your neck, biting and sucking bruises into your skin.

He blindly scrambled for his bedside table, pulling out lube and a condom. "J-just tell me if it hurts." You give a short nod in return, preparing yourself before a cold, slick finger circles your rim. You chew in your lip and groan when he pushes his finger in, quickly getting used to the feeling and craving more.

By the time three of Kurt's fingers were pistoning in and out of you, you were close to your second orgasm of the night. Moaning and clawing down his pale back while he stayed glued to your now sore neck, determined to mark you.

"I-I can't wait any longer." Kurt whined, finally slipping his fingers free, rushing to slip on the condom and line himself up with your entrance. You gasped when he pushed his tip inside you, hands tightening on your hips so hard you were sure they would bruise.

Once Kurt began pushing in more, he couldn't stop, slipping in in one go and bottoming out with a deep groan.

"S-So t-tight-" Kurt gasped out, shivering and shuddering above you. "Perfect, so-o perfect." He gave you no time to adjust before he's rutting into you, sliding out only a little before slamming the rest of his length back in with a brutal thrust, punching the air from your lungs.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him from your raw neck to look down at you. His lips were shiny and red, eyes full of lust and need as you watched him lose himself in your tight ass. His thrusts grew deeper and harder until he was pulling out until just the tip was inside and slamming back in, brushing your prostate with every thrust, making your eyes roll back and high moans escape your throat.

"Fuck yes baby, Iloveyouiloveyouilove-" Kurt rushed out before cutting himself off with a loud moan as he spilled his seed into the condom. His body shook above you, whines and groans falling easily from his lips as his thrusts slowed to a slow roll of his hips inside you.

He finally collapsed on top of you, his body sweaty against yours. You sighed and peaked down, face and chest heating up when you notice you came again at some point, your cock soft and covered in cum.

The only sounds in the room were yours and Kurt's soft pants before his soft voice spoke up and he reached up to play with the charm on your collar again.

"It says 'Kurts'.

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x male reader #male reader #x male reader #smut #spree

[lunajay33]

Hurt Pt.2💔

Summary: Y/n finds out she’s pregnant while staying at the Greene farm and Daryl is still on the search for Sophia but things change quickly

•Masterlist•

I hung out with Glenn and Maggie for most of the day, helping hang clothing out to dry and picking out eggs

“So y/n do you want a boy or girl?” Maggie asked smiling

“It doesn’t matter to me, as long as I can make them healthy and happy that’s all I care about” I said as was cutting up some vegetables for supper

“I can’t wait to see overly over-protective Daryl, it’ll be hilarious” Glenn laughed making me smile

“He’s been gone pretty long dont you think?” I asked looking out to see the sun slowly fading behind the trees

“Im sure he’ll be back soon don’t worry” Maggie said

“Is it okay if I go for a little walk, just to clear my head” I asked looking to see I’ve already cut all the veggies

“Of course just stay close okay” Glenn said

“Okay I will” I said as I placed my hand on my lower belly and left the house making my way for a walk around the perimeter

Hoping to find any sign that he’d be back, a russel of leaves, the horse, anything that’s when I heard a gun shot and pain seer through my head

I fell to the group holding the side of my head to feel the sting and bleeding from a large cut

“What the hell” I gasped someone shot me

I heard yelling come from behind me but it was all faded my head was fuzzy, I looked up to see Daryl limping out from the trees and he was obviously hurt

“Daryl” I sighed in relief and for a moment I forgot about the pain then everything went dark

Daryl’s POV~~~

Damn horse knocked me over a cliff but all I could think about was making it back to y/n and the baby, I promised her so after struggling for hours I finally climbed up and limped my way back to the farm

Once I was near I heard a gun shot and I made it past the trees and what I saw almost made me pass out

My peach was hunched over on the ground in front of me with blood falling down her face and neck, it was the worst thing for me to see

She called my name, almost pleading then she passed out, I looked behind her and everyone was running towards us

I limped over and held her in my arms

“What the hell happened” I yelled as they made it to us

“Andrea thought she was a walker” Glenn said

“SHE SHOOT HER, I’m gonna kill er” I said feeling the hate pump through my blood

“Come one man let’s get you both to Hershel” Shane said as he picked up y/n and Glenn and Rick helped me back to the house

“Hershel we need help” Glenn called out as Shane laid y/n on the bed and I laid down next to her almost forgetting about the arrow wound in my side

I looked at her and it felt like my world was falling apart

“What happened?” Hershel asked i barely listened as the others filled him in on everything

He cleaned up her head which was full of blood and stitched up her wound

“Will she be alright?” I groaned as he started stitching up my side

“She’ll be fine son, she just needs to rest”

“What about the baby” I groaned as he finished the stitches

“Daryl she’ll be fine, get some rest” he said as he left the room leaving me with her

I moved closer and held her close to me, she looked so tired, the color was drained from her face, I just want her to wake up and tell me she’s alright

Y/n POV~

I woke up to a strong sharp pain on the side of my head, I groaned and looked around noticing I was in the house and then I saw Daryl next to me, he was bandaged up meaning something bad happened, I knew something was going to go wrong

“Daryl” I whispered trying to wake him up

“Hmmm” he groaned

“Wake up” I said as I ran my hand through his hair

His eyes shot open and he looked panicked

“Hey it’s alright” I said slowly sitting up with him

“Oh peach are ya okay?” He asked as he placed his hand on my little belly bump

“Im fine just sore, but are you okay, what happened Daryl?”

“Damn horse got scared and threw me over a cliff, damn arrow shot through ma side”

“Daryl, baby, I don’t want you to go out alone again please, I was so worried”

“Okay peach I won’t, are ya hungry I know they’re out there eatin, maybe you should get somethin ta eat”

“I’ll go get some and bring it back for you too!” I smiled as I stood up I walked out to the kitchen and everyone looked up at me

“Hey everyone, sorry to interrupt” I said slowly picking up two plates of food as I felt weak

“How are you feeling dear?” Hershel asked

“I’m fine, thank you for helping me, I know I’ve been quiet a burden lately I laughed nervously

“No dear don’t say that” dale said

“Im just gonna bring this food to Daryl” I smiled and walked back to the room

~Few days later~

I was sitting at the end of the bed while Daryl was laying down

“Ya sure yer doing okay, you’ve been real quiet lately” he asked as I looked down

“Ya I’m good, just tired” I lied, I felt like such a problem lately and even though the others disagreed I couldn’t help but feel like it, I wanted to contribute and be strong for my baby

“Hey can I come in” we heard from outside the tent

Daryl just groaned and in came Andrea all he did was glare

“The hell do ya want?”

“I came to apologize, im sorry I shot you y/n but to be fair you looked like a walker and I was just trying to protect the camp

There she goes again with the insults, I sighed and left the tent quickly walking away to the fallen tree

I couldn’t hold my emotions back anymore, I cried so hard trying to think of what I did wrong for her to be so hateful, I’m not good enough to be here anymore I’m just holding everyone back

I felt arms wrap around me and kiss my head

“Shhh peach it’s okay don’t listen to her, selfish bitch” he said trying to sooth me but the tears and hiccups kept coming

“Daryl why are you even with me, she’s right I’m a burden, I’m not good enough for you I’ll never me enough, maybe it’ll be better for everyone if I just leave”

“No no don’t say that, I love ya so much so much that I don’t wanna be away from ya for a second, yer so strong and beautiful and helpful, you’ve done so much for the people in the group please don’t leave me” he said as tears welled in his eyes

“I’m sorry Daryl I’ve just been so emotionally lately and she’s making everything more hard for me” I said as he whipped my tears away

“I’ll keep her away from ya, I’ll show ya everyday that you’re my world peach”

~~~~~~

PART 3

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #twd michonne #twd carol #twd daryl #twd maggie #twd fanfiction #daryl imagines #daryl dixion x reader #twd rick #twd x reader

[1-beansss-1]

~ Feverish ~

Simon petrikov x gn!reader

Brief summary - you have a bad fever, and Simon comes over and cares for you.

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You woke up feeling terrible, your nose was stuffy, your throat was sore, you were shivering, you sat up putting your arms around yourself for warmth, you got up and walked to the bathroom, you did your normal morning routine, you looked in the mirror.

"I feel like shit.. I look like it, too.."

You said, your voice was hoarse and you audibly sounded stuffy.

"Sound like shit..."

You said and yawned a bit. You went out to the kitchen where you had a meditation cabinet. You pulled out a thermometer and took your temperature.

"Holly.. I'm going back to bed.."

You were running a high fever, luckily you always had medicine just in case you were sick. You took some for your stuffy nose but didn't have anything that helped a fever.. you sighed and walked back into your room. You laid down and pulled the covers over you. You felt very cold. You suddenly remembered that you made plans with simon for later in  the day, You grabbed your phone that was on the bedside table and texted simon

'Hey, Im so sorry to camcel but jm very sick rn.. I have a hih fever'

You started to fall asleep as you typed. You sent it without noticing the typos and fell asleep. You woke up to your phone ringing, you answered

"..hello?"

You were groggy still and felt a little woozy due to the fever. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

"I saw your message.. are you alright?"

Simon answered, and he sounded slightly worried.

"I'm fine.."

You said as you fell back asleep, you still had your phone up to your ear.

"You sound tired.. try to get some rest, ok?"

He said and heard quite snoring from his phone. He smiled and let out a small sigh.

"... You already are.... sweet dreams.."

He said, hanging up the phone. Simon finished up with his exhibit, closing it early. He started to walk to your house and on the way he started to think about making you soup. He walked over to the nearest market and bought all the ingredients he needed.

He got to your house and opened the door. He walked inside, making sure he was quiet so he would disturb you. He walked to the kitchen and started to cook. He cut up the vegetables and boiled some water, humming as he cooked.

You woke up to the smell of food and walked out to the kitchen. You were still half asleep. You walked up to simon and put your arms around him.

"..Mmm... I love you.."

You mumbled, pressing your body against him. Simon's face turned bright red when you said that,

You clearly meant it in a platonic way, right?

Simon thought and started to overthink. He had been battling his feelings for you for a while, only recently entertaining the idea in his head.

The sound of you snoring quietly snapped him out of thought.

"You poor thing.."

Simon said, turning around. He had an arm around you so you wouldn't fall over.

"You're that sick, huh?"

He looked at you. He looked concerned. He didn't know how you were sleeping standing up. He picked you up and started to carry you back to bed.

You woke up, confused. You couldn't tell if this was a dream or not.

"simonnn..I..I don't feel good.."

You whined.

"I know...I know.."

He said, putting you down in the bed and pulling the covers around you. He put his hand on your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He quickly pulled away when he realized what he was doing and stood up.

"I gotta go back to the stove.. I'll be back soon, ok?"

He said with a gentle smile. You grumbled a bit and frowned, you were pouting.

He blushed slightly. You were being way too cute for him.

"Go to sleep. You won't even notice I'm gone"

You nodded, your eyes were already closed, and you quickly fell asleep. He sighed and walked out of your bedroom.

"Focus, simon! ...You're here to take care of them...."

He mumbled to himself as he returned to the stove. He focused back on cooking. He stirred the pot a bit and tasted it.

"Mm Almost ready.."

He said with a smile. He got a bowl down and waited for the soup to be done. When it was, he turned off the stove and scooped out some in a bowl. He grabbed you a spoon and walked into your room. He sat down the bowl on your bedside table and gently shook you awake.

"Hey... I made you some soup."

You whined slightly when he woke you up, and you sat up and rubbed your eyes.

He put some pillows behind you to prop you up. He handed you the bowl of soup. You grabbed it and hunched over it, putting the bowl closer to your face. Simon sat down at the foot of your bed watching you eat. He was worried about if you liked the soup or not. He looked at you, looking for an indicator that you liked it.

"Mmm.. good soup.."

You mumbled in-between bites. Simon sighed in relief. He was glad you liked it. When you were done, you sat it down on the bedside table. He got up and tried to grab the bowl, but you grabbed his wrist.

"Simon.. come here.."

You mumbled sleepily and squeezed his wrist slightly. You didn't want him to leave you alone.

He leaned on the bed and looked over at you.

"Yes?"

He said, tilting his head a bit. You grumbled, you wanted him closer.

"Simon.."

You whined, squeezing his wrist a bit more.

"What is it? Do you need something?"

He smiled sweetly. He found you calling him adorable.

You put your arms around him and pulled him in the bed. You were surprisingly strong in your feverish and loopy state.

"W-What are you doing?"

Simon said, falling on top of you. He caught himself so he would squish you.

You pulled him closer, making him lay on top of you. You just wanted some comfort when your whole body hurt and when you couldn't think.

Simon tried to gently move off of you. He thought he would make your fever worse, but you squeezed him tighter, not letting him move.

"Alright.. alright.."

He mumbled. He felt his cheeks burn. You nuzzled your head into his neck, making him even more flustered. You fell asleep, snoring slightly.

He started to think.

this is just platonic, right? No way you liked him.. friends did this all the time!

He convinced himself. He took his glasses off and put them on the bedside table. He closed his eyes, trying to go to sleep.

In the morning, you woke up, keeping your eyes closed. You grumbled slightly. You didn't wanna be awake. You felt that your fever had calmed down a bit. You were actually having coherent thoughts.

You were so loopy and out of it yesterday you could barely think. You couldn't remember if what happened yesterday was a dream or not.

You realized that something heavy was on your chest. You opened your eyes and looked down at Simon. Well, this part wasn't a dream. you blushed, feeling embarrassed about yesterday. Simon rolled off of you and sat up slowly. He rubbed his eyes. Simon looked over at you.

"How long have you been awake?"

He said in a sleepy voice. He looked over at you, squinting so he could see a little better.

"Uh.. couple of minutes..give or take.."

You said, sitting up on the bed, smiling at him.

"How's your fever...?"

"Better, I don't feel out of it anymore.. I can actually think"

You said, giggling a bit. He blinked, trying to wake up. He was thinking about what you said. It took him a bit to process it since he just woke up.

"Oh, that's great!"

He said as he woke up a bit more. You nodded, your face was still flushed.

He leaned closer to you.

"You're redder than yesterday.. are you sure you're alright?"

Your body stiffened as he got closer towards you. You leaned back in embarrassment.

"Yes.. well, I think I still have a slight fever, but it's not as bad?"

You laughed nervously. He leaned closer to you and put the back of his hand on your forhead. It wasn't as bad as yesterday, but you were still burning. He felt your cheek to check, too.

"Hmm.. your cheeks are hotter than your forhead... you should get more rest."

He said, his face full of concern. You nodded and laid back down. Simon got up and grabbed his glasses, putting them on. He turned to you and pulled the covers over you. He smiled and turned around to walk out the room.

"S-Simon...could...could you stay.. please? I know you stayed with me last night... but I don't want you to leave me.."

You looked at him with big pleading eyes.

He looked at you, his face was red. He couldn't say no to you, even if he wanted to. He nodded and walked over to the bed and sat down next to you.

"Thank you.."

You smiled at him and let out a sigh.

"..I'm sorry you have to stay.."

You said as your expression changed, you looked upset. Simon turned to look at you. He moved some hair out of your face.

"I don't have to stay.. I'm here because I want to.. because.."

He paused for a bit, he stopped himself from saying what he wanted. He was way too embarrassed to tell you what he was thinking.

"Uh... because I want to make sure you're alright.."

You smiled, he knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, he always knew. You yawned a bit and drifted off to sleep. He smiled at you. He gently ran his fingers through your hair. He enjoyed this closeness, but he started to think.

Was this fair to Betty? Was he betraying her by being this close to you? Was he taking advantage of you while you're sick?

He didn't even know if you liked him back. He put his hands on his head and let out a loud sigh.

In your sleep, you threw your arm on him, kinda slapping his chest, pulling him out of his own head. He chuckled a bit. It was almost like you knew he was overthinking.

He looked around the room and saw the bowl on the bedside table. He got up, and you grumbled a bit.

"I know.. I'll be back, I promise.."

He said and picked up the bowl. He walked out of the room. He put the bowl in the kitchen sink, and a bookshelf caught his attention. He walked over and ran a finger across the spines of the books. One caught his attention, and he picked it up. He walked back to your room and sat down next to you and started to read. You rolled over to him, putting your arms around him.

Mabye, it was alright to just stay like this with you.. just for a little while longer..

He thought to himself before he started to read again.

#simon petrikov #simon x reader #simon petrikov x reader #adventure time #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake #writers on tumblr #beginner writer #fanfic #adventure time fanfic

[ccbunnv]

Okii soooo— Villain!Bill x male or Gn reader who got sick with a REALLY bad fever an they are lightheaded and their like freezing and shaking sm tho their v overheated?? I just got a fever and that’s what’s going on with me rn😭😭

KKSKSKS TYSMMM IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING 🥳

i have a lot of reqs but i thought i'd do urs first since ur sick n all,, rest well n hydrate pookie !

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x m! reader fluff

the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the news broadcast was blaring about your boyfriend's newest achievement in somehow managing to flatten another city.

you were stuck under the sheets in writhing agony. your nose was clogged, your throat was sore, and you felt like venus in terms of temperature on the outside and uranus on the inside.

you had one of those fever patches stuck onto your forehead and you were covered in layers after layers of blankets, and you were still wearing your pyjamas due to your lack of energy.

if you even tried to turn your body, your limbs would ache like they had just been stabbed with a paper multiple times. it took you 30 minutes to even shimmy your way to the kitchen to grab the fever patch from the fridge and a glass of water.

not to mention, you hated blinking because the inside of your eyes somehow managed to feel like they're on fire.

"darling? I'm home." your boyfriend calls out as he steps into the apartment, holding a paper bag full of groceries.

his boots click down the hallway after he set the paper bag onto the kitchen counter. he stops in front of you and his shared room and slowly, he creaked the door open, letting light spill into the dark trenches of the room.

"hon? is everything okay?" he asks, walking over to you and sitting on the bed next to you.

"I don't know," you croaked out, your voice sounding like you had the sahara desert in your throat, "I think I'm sick."

"oh, dear..." he slowly pulled the blankets down and pressed the back of his hand against your neck to test your temperature. he winced when all he felt was something akin to boiling hot lava on your skin, and he said, "yeah you're definitely sick."

you were a little upset when he pulled his hand away. you missed the coldness of his skin.

"fuck," you grumbled, "sorry, Bill..."

"what are you sorry for?" he asked, smiling apologetically.

"for our date tomorrow." you sighed.

"oh, honey, you don't have to worry about that." he replied, "we can always reschedule."

he kissed your forehead and said softly, "you rest. I'll go cook something up for you and I think we have some paracetamol left in the restroom."

"okay..." you choked out, and he left the room.

you shut your eyes, trying to sleep, hoping that when you woke up, it'll be all better.

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that was proven hella wrong. when you woke up, your fever just came back in full force. you were sneezing like crazy, one nostril was blocked and the other was leaking, you were shivering and the blanket made you feel like you were about to get a first degree burn.

Bill came into your room soon with a tray of warm chicken soup, and some paracetamol with warm water. he placed the tray on the nightstand next to you and said, "take the pill first."

you took it as he said, and swallowed it down with the warm water. then, you took the tray of warm chicken soup and though you couldn't smell anything, you still ate it.

though it tasted bland, you could feel better, just by a little bit. once you finished the soup, he took the tray and left the room.

you slowly scooted back into bed with the amount of strength left in your limbs, and returned to sleeping.

you heard the door creak open and someone step in, before taking a seat next to you, but you didn't have the energy to check.

before you fell asleep, you heard,

"get well soon, liebling."

and a cool kiss against your sweaty temple.

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #fluff #bill kaulitz fluff #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader

[fallingforel]

arabella pt 3- Talk!

masterlist

when the debrief happens and y/n cant find alex anywhere 

warnings- swearing, heartbreak, mentions of cheating, please let me know if there are anymore and I will add them to this list

“look all I’m trying to say George is that maybe we should go over some of the pacts we made and see if some of them need rediscussing or not” “Look just get some sleep matty, we all need rest, lets discuss this better when we’re actually not delusional” the bed being well inflated by now I hug George goodnight retrieving a blanket from the pile of junk on one side of the room. and getting some well-deserved rest.

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After a well deserved night of rest from last nights activities its safe to say I was still sore after all Alex and I did have a few rounds, anyway I’m letting my point digress. Right now its currently 1pm and I’ve just woken up to an empty bed, Alex nowhere to be found. The thing that woke me up? George singing a bad rendition of an elvis presley song, probably to get me up to make him and everyone juice. Thats the thing with George, the thing with all the boys really, once they get an idea in their head they literally do not let go, so it looks like im going to have to get up and go on the hunt for alex to ask if he wants a juice and a bacon sandwich because I just know that Ross will be making them, Its what we’ve always done we go on a night out, then the morning after we have bacon sandwiches and juice and debrief from the night befores previous’ antics. 

So eventually managing to stand, i get up and go look for Alex not finding him on the balcony, I then admit my defeat of being unlucky trying to find the chocolate eyed boy and head into the kitchen met with surprise because George was cooking the bacon sandwiches this time. “Ahh y/n/n was wondering when you’d get up, here woke up and found this on the side” George said handing me a napkin folded over with my name on it with words scribbled in sharpie inside. “Hey! You should apologise it was your god awful rendition of elvis presley that woke me up from my beauty sleep, lord knows, thanks. You didn’t read it did you?” my words coming out to George a bit more mean than usual.

“No. I didn't, thought you wouldn't want me too. Plus it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?” laughing at his words “since when are you a gentleman George?” to that i was just met with a hum in response so I decided to open the napkin which read. 

“y/n i really enjoyed last night had to run though have to record in the studio for the new album coming, think you’ll really like this one, its got a bit of everything in it,  so sorry to run wouldve loved to try your juice. anyway , heres my number 07*********, call me sometime soon we can organise something im sure

Al x :)” 

Smiling like a giddy school girl whos just got invited to her first date, I put it in my pocket of my hoodie, saving it for later making a mental note to call him when everyone was gone. George then spoke up from infront of me interrupting my train of thought, “So y/n what did you get up to last night? Anything interesting?” “whats that supposed to mean G?” i asked raising my eyebrows in question. “Nothing just wanted to know if anything happened with alex, he seems like a good lad and also i noticed how close you two were last night. I also may or may not have heard you two just a tad.” Burying my head in my hands out of abashment, “oh god i only thought matty had heard, dear lord. Im so sorry G.”

“Yeah well it wasnt just matty was it, it was Ross and I aswell okay it might have been a bit embarrassing but when have you not heard one of us, im very happy for you though, y/n/n, glad to see you get back on the field especially after col-” holding my finger out interrupting his sentence “dont you dare utter his name, other wise i will manifest that that bacon spits at you so much that you have burns all over your fingers that they blister and its unbearable pain for weeks” 

George then and there admitted his defeat holding his hands up. “Woah a bit harsh y/n/n,” my threat was overheard and interrupted by Matty, and Ross by the looks of it,  entering the room “Hey, it was completely fair, he almost brought up his name” ross replies. “Thank you, ross I knew I liked you the most out of all of our friendship” for that i was met with a chorus of “heys” even adam, and ross’ “welcome, love.” just sticking his middle finger up at george, hann and matty in response to their hurtful glares at me. “Just kidding i love you all equally, youre all my joint favourite.” i say to put their glares at rest.

“Anyway Hann when did you get here?” “about an hour ago knew we all needed to debrief from the night and when you lot had disappeared knew you would be at the closest flat from the pub, yours of course” adam explained himself. “Yours is the closest to anywhere we go on a night out bug. How is that?” “its because where i live, is club and pub central, dont forget that the uni is literally a 10 minute car ride down the road aswell. even some nights ms. lambert goes out with her old mates to the pub 5 minutes down the road mad i swear plus on nights when im not out i get to catch pub fights through my window, best place ive ever lived i swear, anyway im going off on a tangent plus it looks like the bacons almost done so, does everyone want juice?” just met with a chorus of “yeahs” i get started on making the juice for 5 of us. 

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After 3 minutes everyone was sat on the sofa, and soon we were talking about how last night went for all of us. “So hann,” i started, “who was the girl you were sucking face with last night,seemed very interested in eachother. You barely spoke to us!” “ahh y/n, her names carly, very nice girl ive been on a few dates with her, its early days but i think it might be a really good relationship, last night was only meant to be us but she just happened to be there, think you’ll get along with her, shes very nice and not like em at all” “thats good for you hann, we have to get together sometime so i can meet her, you deserve happiness especially after emma cheated on you with him” i knew you could hear the disgust in my voice, that really hurt when that happened, ross was at a cafe on a date and found them together kissing in a booth he joint called adam and i and we both felt betrayed i guess it was more hurtful for adam as he didnt expect it to happen he thought they were fine, happy and in love, but i knew, i knew her, she always took my boyfriends even when she already had one, she could never let me have my moment in the sun, when she started dating Adam i had warned him but he said it was different now and that she had changed, but when ross found them together i knew he was heartbroken and through that we had grown a lot closer together. The both of us mending our hearts together. 

“What about you, bug. You gonna tell hann where you disappeared off to last night when ross, G and i came back from smoking” matty said to me hann raising his eyebrows in question as if to say ooh which is what followed. I rolled my eyes playfully smiling “i kinda met someone, kinda the lead singer of arctic monkeys” i said taking another bite of my bacon sandwich. “Oh yeah do tell. What did the night lead to?” adam said jokingly wiggling his eyebrows at me. And then george piped in “lots of headboard smashing and loud noises lets just say that” i playfully smacked his chest raising my eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? Good on you y/n/n im very proud of you, youve come along quite nicely from the heartbreak that we both experienced 6 months ago” “so have you hann, and there we were thinking that we would never experience a love life again, and here we are both with potential love interests” i state sighing in content happy with the little family i have here in the heart of the U.K.

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After a few meaningless chats about last nights happenings like what what we had to eat and best food after a night out conclusion; it's a doner kebab. And then ross stood up “right im gonna go get some clothes on, ive got a date” “whats her name this time macdonald?” I stated with an airy chuckle  “gemma.” “wow. You actually know her name this time, at least you were courteous enough this time to remember” matty states which the rest of us just laughed at.  “shut up the lot of you okay, at least i play the field a bit, while im still in my prime before i settle down, plus its not like you have a leg to stand on healy, how many girlfriends have you had since ‘02” matty then huffed and crossed his arms an apparent scowl on his face impeding on the smile he had on his face just a few mere moments ago. “That shut him up quick, note to self bring up the many girlfriends healy has had to quite his waffle” george said holding a hand out mimicking out writing on a piece of paper. 

After ross had disappeared to get changed and come back out he appeared again “so ill see you all later we gonna head up to wilmslow together later?” “shit” i exclaimed “whats the time” “errrr just coming up to 2 why?” “shit i was meant to leave at 10 to help lucy with the wedding. fuck, why did no one wake me up, you shits, right im gonna have to quickly get changed and hop in my car, stink dont suppose you could pack my case for me?” 

“Yeah course go get changed and ill do it as soon as your out of your bedroom, dont worry dont panic if need be just blame me ill gladly take a hit from bridezilla for you, bug” 

“Thank you! I dont have time to get changed, ive got to go now, Youre a blooming life saver, stink, all right ross ill see  you later about 9 ish lots of love all of you” i quickly run to my room grab my phone and my car keys on my nightstand and grab my bag thats chucked on the floor and run out of my house on the phone to lucy. 

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“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.” 

“It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late” 

“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure”

“Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?”

“Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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#matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #matty healy #the 1975 #Adam Hann #ross mcdonald #george daniel #alex turner x you #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #wedding #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #Spotify

[lucky-clover-gazette]

very cool fic submission from @james-p-sullivan​!!!! ahhhhhh pinecone!!

aight im at work so ill submit this to ao3 later but here’s the drabble feat. pinecone! consider this a thank you to the cute drawing you made me last week :) its super short but i hope you like it!

Vio wasn’t sure if it was the flash of lightning or the rumble of thunder that came shortly after that woke him from his deep slumber. Blearily, he propped himself up on an elbow, rubbing his eyes as he glanced to the other side of the bed that should have held his lover snug tight, but quickly found the space empty. A quick look around the room held no answers as to where Shadow was and through the torrential rain hitting the glass of the window, it was impossible to tell what time it was.

He had gone to bed early that night, exhausted from a rigorous round of training with the other archers and he had returned home that afternoon with only thoughts of his bed occupying his mind. It had been far too early for Shadow to join him, instead opting just to lie with him until he fell asleep before leaving Vio resting peacefully. Vio frowned, he wanted to get up to see what had captured Shadow’s attention so much that it was still keeping him awake, but his body was sore and the allure of sleep was still pulling at his mind and he soon found himself sinking back into the pillow, his heavy eyes sliding shut.

Sleep had nearly taken him when the subtle creak of the bedroom door being opened stirred him again. He cracked an eye open, expecting to see Shadow entering the room but was surprised when he saw nothing. A very soft padding sound was enough to make him realize it must have been Pinecone pushing her way into the room, a very familiar scene.

He had just been about to sit up to help the little three-legged cat onto the bed when she managed to jump up on her own and trot up his side to gently nuzzle Vio’s cheek. The light was so dim and Vio was barely able to make out the outline of the beloved feline, but he still reached out to give her a quick scratch behind the ear before settling on his side, raising the edge of the blanket so Pinecone could duck inside, quickly curling up into a little ball near his stomach.

A warm feeling burst in Vio’s chest as he smiled to himself and held onto the little tortie close to him, her gentle purrs filling the small space perfectly. There was another flash of lightning, the thunder even louder than before and Pinecone jolted, burrowing herself even further into Vio for comfort. Vio just clicked his tongue, cooing at the poor animal as he pet her small head, trying to soothe her as best as he could.

Even with the storm raging, Vio quickly found himself slipping back into sleep with the newfound warmth added to his bed and he paid Shadow one last passing thought before fully succumbing to his rest.

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Morning came too soon and Vio groaned as Pinecone decided it was at that moment she would scream in his ear for breakfast.

“Okay, okay. Just relax.” Vio mumbled, his voice gravely with sleep. He reached up to pat her head as she meowed again, insistent that he get out of bed right that very second.

Vio stretched, feeling his joints pop and froze as something that definitely wasn’t him or Pinecone shifted under the blanket. He lay in confusion, looking back toward the tortie who was looking at him expectantly and then toward the small lump curled up beside him. Slowly, he lifted the edge of the blanket to try and peek inside and was met with a paw stretching out and a little, black face staring up at him with the biggest red eyes he had ever seen.

It took him a second to figure out what exactly he was looking at before he glanced to the still empty spot on his bed and then back at the small, black cat practically in his lap. “…Shadow?”

The cat began to purr, happily and stretched out again, this time slowly getting up on ttt four paws, a detail that Vio had missed in his half asleep state the night before, and sauntered up the bed, poking his head out from under the blanket. Pinecone paid no mind to him and meowed again, this time jumping up to paw Vio’s shoulder the best she could as the Hylian tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

He thought back to when he tucked who he thought was Pinecone under the blanket with him and how frightened the poor cat had seemed and it began to click. Shadow had shapeshifted before when he was uncomfortable or felt threatened, but typically he would transform himself into something terrifying or melt himself into the darkness to hide, but how could he hide from a thunderstorm? With the lightning constantly lighting up every dark corner of the rooms, Shadow had nowhere to go except into Vio’s arms.

Shadow slowly trotted up the bed to headbutt Vio’s nose, his whiskers tickling his face as he nuzzled him. Pinecone leaned over to gently sniff Shadow before turning her attention back to Vio, who at this point had still not gotten her any breakfast. How dare he!

Listening to her meow and feeling Shadow rub against him made him laugh at the absurdness of his weird, little family. He tucked an arm over Shadow’s belly and reached up and did the same to Pinecone, pulling both of them into a tight hug against his chest, pressing his face into their soft fur. Pinecone struggled for a second before ultimately giving up and snuggling into Shadow and Vio, letting out an annoyed huff as she did so. Vio smiled and kissed her forehead and then did the same to Shadow and leaned back to rest his head against the pillow, content to lie in the tangle of paws and tails.

Pinecone would survive if her breakfast was a little late that morning.

#submission #am i posting this correctly?? #ahh i hope so #fs #four swords #vidow

[wind-becomes-lightning]

Parents

Day 2 :) Sweet stuff whatever~ enjoy (or not im not your mom)

Sarutobi Sora, art, info, [clickerino]

Yamato | Tenzou x OC

Rated G

1957 words

this is about pregnancy, please do not read if that is something that triggers you

for @narutoocshipweek Day 2: Parents

New things always happen in spring.

One morning, Sora almost fainted during her busy work day. She saw the dark spots in front of her eyes and remembered that her husband had told her to not work as hard as she always was. But she had built the system upon which this clinic was being run and was proud of it and though she barely slept and hardly had days off, she kept going and going, trying to be the example that other healers would follow.

So she held herself at her desk, fingers buried into the dark wood in front of her. Yamato had just made her a new one, a bit larger, with specific wood carvings on the sides that looked like the vines on her skin. Now that she needed a computer space there was no way around it and it was lucky for her that he could get it down with not much more than a snip of his fingers.

The client she was with knitted their eyebrows together and asked if Sora was alright to which she nodded which lifted the fog in her head a little and then she excused herself for a moment, staggered to the bathroom and threw up her breakfast into the toilet. Not a good start to the day.

“Maybe you should go see a doctor” her assistant said when Sora’s white face was in view and though Sora didn’t like bothering other people with her little stomach issues she did take the shortcut to Konoha’s hospital in her hour break and knocked at Sakura’s door. 

The pink haired kunoichi sat behind her own desk and looked through some scans on her own computer screen when Sora entered. Sakura had just recently returned from a long mission she had undertaken with her former teammate Sasuke and seemed very upbeat and happy to be back. She lifted her hand when she realised it was Sora that had knocked. “Sora,” Sakura smiled, “Nice to see you again.”

Sakura gestured to a chair next to her and Sora let herself down. “Nice to see you again, I’m glad to have you back”, Sora replied and really meant it. Their mutual exchanges of findings and methods had been sorely missed, even if Sora liked exchanging theories with the other mental health expert in town, Yamanaka Minoru.

After they exchanged the usual pleasantries Sakura said “So, what brings you here?” and Sora shrugged her shoulders: “I think I might have a stomach bug. I thought it would be better to get a little check up even if I think it is nothing serious.”

“Bug, huh?” Sakura asked. “What exactly happened?”

“I felt weak when I woke up and then almost fainted at work. Plus I threw up twice”, Sora explained and shuddered a little at the memory. “I think I have the flu or something.”

Sakura looked past Sora to the window where a curtain was flying in the wind. A little spaced out her hand found her own stomach as she was thinking over what Sora had said. “Could be the flu”, Sakura said absentmindedly. “But it could also be….” Her voice trailed off before she could finish the sentence.

Sora left Sakura’s practice about an hour later. The air smelled like spring. Of course it smelled like spring. Everything important in Sora’s life had happened in spring time. Her academy graduation, the opening of her clinic, her first kiss with her husband…. Only their wedding had been in autumn - his choice- so it should have been obvious that something like this would also happen in spring. She rubbed the lower part of her body not unlike Sakura had done earlier, equally as absentmindedly.

Sakura had told her to go home and cancel on the rest of the clients just for this specific day, until it was all settling down and then she should gradually pull back on her responsibilities. Sora hated not being in charge of this thing that she had essentially built with hard work on her own, but now she didn’t really have the choice. After all, her doctor had specifically instructed her to.

So she went back to her clinic, told her assistant she needed the afternoon free because she felt sick and then made her way back to the little apartment she was sharing with Yamato not far away from the Sarutobi estate in the eastern parts of the city of Konoha. He wasn’t at home, which did not surprise her, since he was used for missions again and as an elite shinobi and the Hokage’s closest confidant he was usually chosen for especially important dealings.

It would have been easy to send him a message through the Hokage office. To bid him to hurry home so she could speak to him, but Sora knew how important it was to Yamato to be of use to the village that had given him a chance to live and though he valued himself much higher now than he had when his therapy had begun, he still had a hard time unlearning these mechanisms.

At some point she fell asleep and it was Yamato’s soft hand that woke her up. “Uh- hi”, she said, trying to find back to reality. Her sash was terribly crumpled under her and she felt very sweaty. She had slept with her sweater on but still under a blanket. “I didn’t expect you at home”, Yamato sat down next to her and let her lean her head against his shoulder. “Sessions ended early today?”

“Uhm, I threw up twice so I sent myself home”, Sora replied honestly and watched her husband frown with worry. “But I did go to let myself check with Sakura and it is nothing serious, I will just need rest.” She added quickly and his face relaxed. 

“Should I make you some tea? Or bring you some soup?” Yamato asked instantly, turning to the side to get up from the sofa. Sora softly caught his arm to stop him. He turned his head back to her and stopped, his body frozen half in the air. The look on her face must have been rather intense, because he lost a little colour and sat back down immediately. “Is something up?” There it was again, the wide eyes that he always made when he was worried. Sora felt with her hand for his and entangled their fingers together.

It suddenly went through her head how much she loved him, how much she had always loved him ever since she had met him when they were children. Maybe it was just natural to fall for someone when they saved your life (twice!) or maybe Sora was just a dreamer, but it was a little miracle that she was lucky enough to actually be with him. That he had waited for her as she had waited for him, that they had done the timing right

They are married now, half a year ago, so telling him her news should make him happy, right? They hadn’t really talked about the future other than marriage before and surely this was a surprise but more than welcome, right? Sora felt her own nerves now. She knew he was still fighting with his own demons and needed support and maybe that meant he wasn’t ready? She pressed his fingers and his eyes looked even more worried than before.

Sora took a deep breath. “I thought I might have the flu,” she said without looking at him. “Sakura said pretty quickly that that is not the case. She instead, uh, tested me on other stuff she thought might be the cause of my nausea and … she found something.” 

“You said it is nothing serious”, Yamato said instantly and Sora nodded and then shook her head again after: “It’s not that I’m sick or anything - but I guess it is still serious in some regard..” He raised his eyebrows under his happuri. She wanted to laugh at the confused look on his face, but right at this moment she felt too nervous too. Instead she bit her lip and took a final deep breath to gather her courage.

“It appears” she started, “that I’m - uh- pregnant.”

 There was a minute of silence in which the news just hung between them, then Sora finally dared to look up at him. Yamato’s eyes were aimed at the wall of their apartment where they had hung their wedding pictures. Just a few of them, because he still did not feel very comfortable being photographed. He just kept his eyes on that wall, not moving or saying anything. Sora pressed his fingers around hers again, holding back to say “What do you think?” to get him out of his shell shock.

It took a few more minutes of waiting for him to find his voice again. So quiet that it was hard to hear, he whispered: “A child.”

“Yes,” Sora jumped in immediately, happy that he was speaking at all, “Sakura says, it will be here sometime late autumn, early winter. I- I know that's not something we ever really discussed, but -”

It was now him who pressed her fingers back and when she found his eyes again she saw the little flowers pressing out through his head and arms. It was her favourite thing about him by a large margin, that he sprouted like a wildflower when he was happy. It also gave his feelings away to the outside world, especially when the flowers were lush and colourful. A real mirror of his soul, more than his face could ever be. This ability that had been pushed on him, that he never really loved, reflected his mental state better than his words ever could. 

“You’re happy about that”, Sora concluded and used her free hand to softly touch one of the flowers sprouting from his elbow. 

He smiled: “Yeah, I never thought that would be something that I would get to have. But then again I would never have thought I would get to have a wife so, yes, I’m very happy to have both of you.”

Sora hadn’t even realised that she hadn’t allowed herself to be happy about the news until she suddenly was overwhelmed by it. She dove forward and let her head fall into his chest, let herself wrapped up in strong arms and flowery smell and she cried in happiness. He slung a strand of her hair around his fingers like he so often did and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

They remained like this for a little while, just holding each other, until with a last final sniff, Sora drew back and leaned back into the couch. There were quite a few more flowers on Yamato’s head than before. He really must be feeling happy. 

“So by this time next year we will be parents, huh”, he said and smiled.

Sora felt a warmth grow in her chest and tried to keep herself from crying again: “I guess so.”

That was an exciting, but also terrifying thought. A child would bring so many responsibilities, but also new experiences. Sora smiled to herself. Yamato and her had been through so much already, apart and together, that she didn’t doubt that they would be able to handle this next step in their lives too.

“You will have to work less of course,” Yamato stated and his tone didn’t leave room for discussion. “You’re working way too much already and now you definitely have to cut back.”

She pouted and crossed her arms: “I don’t think I will.”

“I guess I will have to force you then”, Yamato laughed and Sora waved her hand: “I would like to see you try.”

#naruto oc ship week 2022 #narutoocsshipweek2022 #oc: sora #au: ikigai #i love them is what it is #fanfiction things

[idrather-bereading]

Pt. 2 Of my sokeefe fanfic

They sat down, and Sophie lay her head on keefe's shoulder. They sat on confrontable silence for a while. "Keefe?" Sophie asked, hoping he had not yet fallen asleep. "Hm?" He replied, cracking one eye open. "What are we?" She asked him. "Because with Fitz, we kinda confessed, but he never really made it clear." She added. "Hmmm... well...what do you think?" Keefe said, repeating Sophie's question back to her. "I don't hate the idea of calling you my boyfriend." She replied tentatively. "Ohhh.... moving quickly, are we?" He replied, wiggling his eyebrows. Sophie rolled her eyes and groaned, then nodded and smiled." Just so we're clear im dating Sophie Foster, Mysterious Miss F." He continued to list her nicknames he came up with over the years. "Yes." Sophie said hesitantly. Suddenly Keefe stood up and yelled; "WHOO IM SOPHIE FOSTERS BOYFRIEND!!" Telling the entire world they're offical relationship."Shhhh, my parents are sleeping." Sophie said through her giggles. "You know you secretly love it, Foster." He replied. "Sure," she said, her voice trailing off with sleep and lacing there fingers together. He looked at her the best he could and smiled. Then he let sleep consume him as well. When Sophie woke up, her neck was sore, and her hand asleep from being in the same position for too long. The sun was just waking up, too. She looked over at her sleeping boyfriend and how adorable he was, She couldn't help but smile. Keefe cracked one eye open and smirked. "Like what you see foster?" He asked, noticing her staring. Sophie's face went nuclear. She turned away, and Keefe just chuckled. "I should probably head up to the house." Sophie said, her face still tomato red." Keefe stood and held out his hand. "I'll come with you, I really don't want to see Father of the Year and Ro just yet." He said, looking at Sophie. She took his hand, and together, they started making their way to the house. "Keefe?" Sophie said as they were walking. "Hm?" He replied, looking over at him. "What about match making?" She asked him, stealing a glance at him. "Ehh... I don't really plan on registering." He said. "Why not?" Sophie asked him. "I already have the love of my life right here." Keefe said, holding up their twined fingers. Her face exploded. Keefe just chuckled. "What about fitz?" Sophie asked. "That's his problem. He has to if he wants to keep you cognate thing." Keefe replied, shrugging. Sophie bit her lip and slowly nodded. They walked the rest of the way in silence. Her parents were still sleeping. She quietly led him up to her room. "Darling, your room needs more personality. You've been living here for how long?" He teased. "Oh, shut up. I've been trying to save the world in that time." She said. "With help from me." Keefe said, smirking. "And you." She amended. Sophie walked over to her bed and laid down on it. Keefe followed Sophie and laid down next to her. His face was close. She could feel his breath against her cheek. "How should we tell everyone?" She whispered. " Let's let them find out on their own." He replied, grining. Sophie couldn't help but return it. They eventually fell back to sleep in each others arms. It was the best sleep either of them has had for a while.

Thats all I have written but if you want more tell me.

#Kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanfic #Kotlc Keefe #keefe sencen #Sokeefe #sophie foster #kotlc keefe #kotlc sophie #kotlc sokeefe #my fanfic writing

[keefwho]

April 02 - 2024 Tuesday

11:07pm

3.5/10

Im gonna write this entry in the 3rd person as an exercise. Since I struggled with my "self" practice today.

Keith woke up and couldn't find anything to clean so instead he updated all his art profiles like he does at the start of every month. He took his daily shower and made a breakfast sandwich with rice for breakfast. He was feeling bogged down by his usual routine so instead of streaming, he idled in desktop VRchat while he worked. The first lobby was full of young teens and was quite loud. He got bored of them and relocated to another instance where a nice british man joined and made conversation for a couple hours.

When Keith was done working, he got off VRchat and made a salami sandwich for lunch and a small helping of cereal. That lunch hour he did his best to relax and rest his eyes which were beginning to become sore. When it came time to work, the person he contacted about their request did not respond so he worked on SN's birthday present instead. He did his best to enjoy the process and ended up finishing it. He picked another request for someone else and did that next. After that he was very tired of creating and his eyes hurt even worse, but he was determined to overcome this feeling of burnout by simple taking his time. He worked on edits for BR's avatar that she wanted and while he was slow, he did make progress and felt good about it afterwards. With the day done, Keith tuned into Twitch for a little mindless viewing and tried joining AE and his friends in BR's server. There they were talking about video games Keith was unfamiliar with and he left after awhile of not speaking. He wanted to socialize but his headache and mood prevented him from putting forth the effort he wanted.

His evening was spent waiting for DS and finding ways to occupy himself. He tried Stardew for a little bit and joined BR's server again. He watched Twitch and cooked dinner which really hit the spot. Turns out DS was too busy tonight to hang out or call in bed. When it got late, he did something he kind of regretted instead of facing his feelings.

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Like I said, today was about my sense of self which happened to not quite be there today. I didn't feel like me, I felt weird. In the evening I got caught up thinking about all the times in the past that I didn't appreciate what I had or what I was doing. It makes me so sad to look back like it was wasted time because of how non-present I was. I was such a fool. I miss those times so much and I have to put effort forward to not let that consume me. Instead I try to learn the lesson that I should be enjoying what I have now even if I (think) I prefer the past.

Also for no real reason I've had to remind myself that trust is an action, not a feeling. Not just trust in people but trust in situations. Basically it's a conscious effort to let my guard down and accept that people have the best intentions or that a situation will most likely turn out okay regardless of my feelings.

#journal #diary

[x-x-bones-x-x]

I think I might try and fast tonight. I haven't really talked about why I don't fast anymore, I used to fast often when I was in my ed. Buttt, I got prescribed antipsychotics (seroquel) and they do increase my appetite towards the end of the night, as in like I'll just be craving hella snacks. I above really good self control so it's not much of an issue especially regarding weight gain, my meds don't make me gain weight which is fucking fantastic. But that is a draw back, so I usually always try to eat at night. But I feel like I'll be able to ignore my hunger tonight and I want to go to sleep on an empty stomach. I miss that feeling. I'm definitely craving it.

I've had about 230 calories of fruit today, I can't wait to feel my body begging for food. I am so motivated to lose weight it's crazy. I haven't been purging which is also amazing! Praying to the ana gods to make me feel ethereal tonight❤️⭐

-also for any of those who saw my comment on the victorias secret work out saying I wasn't sore the next day, BIG LIESSS I've been sore asf ever since😭 I guess it just didn't hurt right when I woke up but yeah hehe.

-also, I just figured out what routine im going to do for that work out. I'm going to do the booty and leg exercises one day, then the ab workouts the next, then repeat. Apparently it's not good to work out with sore muscles the day after so doing those on alternate days will give my body time to rest. It hurts to cough with how tight my ab muscles feel, but at least I know it's working :) I can see the outline of abs when I suck in and flex my tummy. I'm so ready for my stomach to be completely flat and hopefully more hour glass-ish.

I love you all and hope you guys are having an amazing day!!! If no ones told you today, I am so proud of you! Stay strong y'all got this❤️

[0-those-stories-0]

~𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤~

Their once was a boy that slept alone in a big castle.

His name was Loneliness, he had crystal blue eyes and silk white hair.

Loneliness loved his castle and all his pretty things.

He had all the things he could possibly want but yet he wasnt happy..

every night he would look up at the stary night sky and see the aray of beautiful colors. He knew every constellation by heart and watched as the colors swirled together like paint across a canvas. But loneliness couldnt reach them... He couldnt reach anyone. Because sadly, there wasnt anyone there.

One night he ran away from the castle, he left all his riches behind and ran, he ran and ran, but he never found anyone.

He wondered if anyone was even alive to be found.

He kept running till his feet were sore and his mouth dry.

No one? surely- surely he should have found someone by now right?

He then soon realized he was lost. He had forsaken all the riches of his home in pursuit of something to fill the void in his heart,

but yet, he found nothing.

He layed in a feild of flowers for hours refusing to move. He cried for what seemed like an eternity.

Why was he left all alone? Did no one care about him? or was there even anyone there..

Eventually night fell and he soon followed the sun to sleep.

He fell into a deep sleep where he saw another young boy there. A person?? could it be? Loneliness ran to the other boy then noticed they stood atop a mountain next to a long drop. He looked at the boy and asked why he was there. The boy responded

"because it was so beautiful i couldnt take my eyes off it." though he could relate to this he still needed to find more people.

"Have you seen anyone else? im trying to find people to be friends with!" he asked.

"its no use." the boy looked at loneliness "theres no one here but you." his response shocked loneliness before he noticed they had the same

crystal blue eyes and white hair before waking up.

Was there really no one else?

had he really lost everything?

but thats when he saw it, a small rabbit wondered its way up to him. It was a white rabbit.

He was overjoyed! he spent hours allowing the rabbit to be comfy around him then he picked the rabbit up and smiled.

He then walked for many more hours wandering aimlessly till he found the castle then wondered inside.

Though he did not find the stars or people to love, he now had a friend.

The loneliness never went away but it lessened the longer he had the rabbit next to him.

As the years went by he ended up alone again as the rabbit he loved for so long finally fell asleep and refused to wake up again.

Loneliness cried over the loss of his friend for hours.

Although he was gone after that day MR. Rabbit visited Loneliness in his dreams each night for the rest of his life.

His sorrows were lessened though his wounds still ached.

One day he woke in the middle of the night, he couldnt sleep, mr rabbit hadnt visited him..

He arose from his bed and left the castle finding the cliff he dreamt about and gazed at the starts.

he wondered if mr rabbit was up there...

then he looked down pondering what he should do.

"Mr Rabbit is counting on me. i have to find him so hes not lonely" so, with that thought.

Loneliness fell from the edge.

he looked up at the stars as he fell, admiring each and every sparkle as he descended further twards the ground.

It felt like an eternity as if he was suspended in time.

Soon... after a tear floated away from his eyes, he reached the ground.

At last he reached the stars.

#stories #story time #sad stories #stars