#psychic fever x reader

[leliawrites]

the psyfe boys as romance tropes?

PSYCHIC FEVER AS ROMANCE TROPES

jimmy- fake relationship, forced proximity

imagine jimmy's sick and tired of everyone sliding in his dms, he asks you to pretend to be his partner in exchange for social clout. he invites you on a retreat with his friend group to protect himself from this one girl who's obsessed with him. you both have to share one bed though ohhhh im feeling queezy D;

kokoro- enemies to lovers, specifically competitors to lovers, angst

kokoro's a great dancer. he's a bigger asshole with an even bigger ego. that's why you can't let him win your town's dance championship for the third time. but what happens when the next challenge pairs you up with him for a partner dance?

ryoga- brother's best friend, forbidden love

your brother had one rule for his best friend ryoga in their shared apartment: ryoga cannot mess around with you.

and so it becomes a daily routine to wake up ten minutes before your brother's alarm goes off, so you can sneak out of ryoga's room after spending the night with him.

tsurugi- single father whose kids are your students

tsurugi shows up. not all fathers do that. he comes to the parent teacher conferences, and picks up his twin daughters and drops them off punctually everyday. so when he didn't show up for pick-up on their birthday, you couldn't help but feel disappointed for the girls.

"lets get you home" you sigh as you tighten their seatbelts and get in the drivers seat.

you drive home only to find that tsurugi has made the whole house into a theme park, with bouncy castles, magicians, and lots of cotton candy.

"mr. takahashi, why did you do all this just to leave them at school?"

"how else was i supposed to get you here?", he smiles widely at you, "besides, if there's anyone i trust with my girls, it's you."

(literally screaming as i wrote this btw)

ren- best friends to lovers

it was never the plan to kiss your best friend. you both were just playing video games.

"ren watanabe, prepare to meet your demise" you taunt him as you power up your character, making it damage his character even more.

"if i die, then who's gonna be the only man you can ever talk to" he mocks you, playfully nudging you off the couch.

you get up on your feet and distract him from the screen by sitting in his lap and snatching his console.

"shut up or i'll kiss you!!" you joke, like best friends do.

"so do it. kiss me." and the rest is history...

ryushin- wrong number romance

the number who's been trying to call ryushin for the past half hour is now pestering him over text.

"WEESA PLEASE PIK UP I NEED TO TELL U ABT THIS. BOY I SAW TODAY PLZZZZ"

the unknown number sends a picture of themselves making a funny crying face.

ryushin laughs to himself, finding you weirdly cute.

"can you stop calling me? you've got the wrong number." he replies back.

"haha very funny weesa. anyways so he works at the local cafe and he said his name's ryushi or something?"

"actually it's ryushin."

"how do you know?"

"because... i'm him" he sends a picture of himself to you.

weesa- protagonist is oblivious to the childhood friend who's been in love with you since the beginning, slow burn

weesa opens the door to you crying after another fight with your toxic boyfriend. you fall into his arms, feeling rejected by the world and fueled with a self-hatred weesa could never understand. as you let out all the tears and snot, he feed you your favourite cookies. he doesn't mind that you're wiping your face into his sweatshirt.

"ugh you're such a sweetheart. if only i could find a man like you." you confess as he wipes the tears from your face.

"hm." he stoically replies. he's heard this before. and he asks himself the question he's been asking since you both were kids, "why not me?"

#psychic fever #psychic fever from exile tribe #psychic fever x reader #psychic fever headcanons #psychic fever soft hours #ryoga #weesa #kokoro #ren watanabe #ryushin #tsurugi #jimmy psychic fever

[chrissy-dont-talk]

THIS MAN!!! SO FINE AND FOR WHAT!!?😤😩

#this edit is soo good! #I want him😔 #damn.. #live love laugh weesa #psychic fever from exile tribe #psychic fever #psychic fever x reader #psychicfever #psychic fever edit #saiki weesa #saiki weesa x reader #weesa #jpop idol #jpop #jpop icons

[jordin-universe]

Good god why is he so fineeee

#saiki weesa #weesa psychic fever #psychic fever from exile tribe #psychic fever x reader #he’s so fine

[royaltysuite]

Weesa x Idol!Reader DRABBLE 1

"When we meet again, we'll both share the stage together. Got it?" "Got it." With our pinkies locked together, we had made that promise before we went our separate ways. Him, to train under LDH Japan Ent and me, training under a solo company based in Korea. It had been years since I've seen my childhood best friend, Saiki Weesa. Let's see if he remembers me...

#x reader #royaltysuite #psychic fever from exile tribe #psychic fever x reader #saiki weesa x reader #jpop idol #jpop x reader

[riatheghoul]

If You Film While I Suck It You Could Be A Superstar

Pairing: Osayi Jimmy Kazuki x Black Reader

Song(?): Spank It by Ayesha Erotica

Warnings: ????

Word count: ????

Request(?): nope

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION ALSO UNEDITED

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224 @heeyboooo

COMING SOON

A/N (before official post): RAHHHHHHH I'm in love

A/N (after official post):

Dividers credit: @h-aewo and @anitalenia

#jimmy x black reader #psychic fever x black reader #psychic fever #psychic fever from exile tribe #psychic fever headcanons #psychic fever thoughts #jimmy psychic fever #osayi jimmy x black reader

[seresinhangmanjake]

Early

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader  Drabble

Summary: Jake’s a sweet boyfriend when reader gets her period.

Notes/Warnings: this was requested ages ago. Sorry it took me so long. Not my best work, but I tried. Not proofread.

Words: 863

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You didn’t want to say that your boyfriend’s smile was pissing you off, but…your boyfriend’s smile was pissing you off.

It wasn’t because it was such an irritatingly perfect smile, with his perfect lips and perfect teeth and perfect dimples. It wasn’t that his eyes glimmered just a little bit too much when he was looking at you and grinning. It was simply because you felt awful and disgusting, and didn’t care to be around anyone who didn’t feel just as bad.

Your head was pounding, muscles aching, body wracked with cramps that had you clutching your stomach. You felt so horrible that you called out from work for the day, and then in walked your man, all perfect and handsome and smiley as he closed the front door behind him and spotted you curled up on the couch.

“What did you do today?” he questioned as he crouched down in front of you. One of his hands rubbed up and down your bare thigh in what would typically be a comforting way, but at the moment, prickled your skin.

You released an overly dramatic sigh and said, “I ate, like, twenty-two pizza poppers and thirty chicken nuggets, and watched this show about a psychic puppy. What did you do?”

It was hard to care too much while having to deal with your current issues, you hated to admit. Normally you’d be thrilled to hear about his day, proud to learn more about the amazing ways the love of your life was serving his country, but you just wanted to rest in relative peace and watch your stupid shows on TV.

Jake chuckled, stood, and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Not that.”

You huffed and wiggled yourself further into the couch cushions. “Clearly one of us had the better day.”

“Is that sassiness I’m detecting?”

“Yes.”

He hummed and sat in the available space the curve of your body allowed. “What’s wrong with my girl, huh?” he asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, his first thought to check for a fever considering you weren’t much of a peach when sick, either.

“I don’t feel good.”

“Well, no offense, sweetheart, but that’s fairly obvious.” Jake smiled again, and damn it, this time it gave you the usual butterflies. Somehow, that both annoyed and instantly soothed you. “Want to tell me what’s up?”

“I guess so, if you want to know.”

“Of course, I do.”

“Fine,” you sighed, scooting yourself up into a seated position and tucking your knees close to your chest. “I got my period.”

Blond eyebrows rose high briefly then pinched at the center. “Really? It’s not supposed to come for another week.”

“You track it?”

He gestured in the general direction of one of the upper cabinets above the kitchen counter. “You think the chocolate stash automatically restocks itself just in time for your period? No. That would be the work of your incredibly handsome and thoughtful boyfriend. But I didn’t get to the store yet,” he said, almost looking disappointed in himself.

Selfishly, you’d never really thought about it before, too much distracted by the pain your body decided you needed to be put through. Knowing it now made you feel a little worse. You were a much better girlfriend every other week of the month.

“Why don’t you have my sweatshirt on?” he asked.

“That involves getting up from this couch.”

“Ah,” Jake nodded, then leaned forward to give your forehead a quick kiss before standing and retreating to your bedroom. He emerged not a minute later with his oldest Navy sweatshirt in hand that he pulled down over your head. “Better?”

Slipping your arms through the sleeves and bunching up the collar around your face so you could inhale his scent, you said, “Better. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

You stretched out along the couch and yanked his body on top of yours, but he immediately flipped over so you were settled on top of him. “I love that you’re my boyfriend,” you mumbled as you rested your head on his chest, comforted by his heartbeat thumping strongly against your ear.

“And to think not long ago you thought I was a complete ass.”

“You are an ass,” you said, words coming out with a moan when his fingers began to massage at your scalp. “You’re just not an ass with me...anymore.”

He snickered as he slipped his free hand up the back of the sweatshirt to rub up and down your spine. “You want me to run to the store to get stuff for the sugar overload I know you’re going to want to have later?”

“No, I want you stay right here.”

He tightened an arm around your waist and you hummed. “So, the chances you’ll let me up so I can change my clothes…?”

“Slim, at best.”

“OK, well what if I just take my clothes off and we get in the bathtub?”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes and you matched his smirk. “Significantly better chances.”

He leaned forward and connected your lips, then whispered “Good girl” as he nudged his nose against yours.

tags: @marvel-ousnesss @thespeeder @nobody7102 @marrianena @moonknightscape @fangirlingoverfangirls @blue-aconite @my-soulmate-is-mycroft @dempy @venomhorse-blog​ 

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[beestriker015]

Yandere Akiza x male s/o

(There is a serious lack of yugioh girls x male reader stuff here on Tumblr, imma fix that.)

During her time at New Domino City’s Duel Academy, Akiza was a social outcast due to her psychic abilities and no one made an attempt to become friends with her….except for s/o, a relatively new student at the academy.

“Hello, my name’s s/o! What are you doing sitting here by yourself?”

“…..My name’s Akiza Izinski. Now go away please.”

“Nice to meet you Akiza! Mind if I sit here?”

“Did you not hear what I just said? Just go away and leave me alone!”

No matter how much she tried pushing him away, s/o continued trying to befriend Akiza and get to know her.

Despite her unusual psychic powers, s/o wasn’t afraid of Akiza and became the only person at the academy to continually be nice to her, much to the girl’s confusion.

“Why are you always so nice to me s/o?!You should be afraid of me like all the others! I can bring duel monsters to life! I’m dangerous!”

She exclaims at s/o as he takes a seat next to her as he has for a few weeks now.

“I don’t think you’re dangerous Akiza, and I’m not afraid of you. I just want to be your friend because everyone deserves to have a friend. Besides, I think your powers are really cool!”

S/o says to her with a kind smile, shocking the girl greatly.

“He’s really not like the others is he? Maybe….just maybe I might’ve found someone who accepts me for who I am.”

A small smile tugs at Akiza’s lips as she questions whether s/o could be the one person she can call her friend.

Due to s/o’s perseverance, he eventually manages to become friends with Akiza and breaks her out of her shell a little bit, unknowingly sparking something from deep inside her heart.

As their friendship continued to blossom, Akiza began developing feelings for s/o that are completely foreign to her.

“Is this what love feels like? No! I cannot be falling in love with s/o! He may be my friend, but s/o couldn’t possibly love a monster like me!”

She tells herself, even though s/o has made it crystal clear that he doesn’t view her as a monster and doesn’t think she should think of herself as one.

Things began to change between the two after Akiza joined the Arcadia Movement, s/o noticing a personality change in his friend.

“She’s becoming a lot more distant and cold, even more than when we meet at Duel Academy.”

Eventually, s/o confronts her about this, which only upsets Akiza.

“Nothing’s going on with me s/o! I’m perfectly fine! Just leave me alone!”

S/o doesn’t listen and decides to challenge her to a duel, which was a big mistake as he is easily defeated and ends up getting hurt by Akiza’s psychic powers.

Realizing what she’s done, Akiza rushes over to s/o and begins sobbing.

“I’m so sorry s/o! I didn’t mean to hurt you, I don’t know what came over me! Please forgive me!”

S/o looks up to his friend and flashes her a weak smile as he gently wipes her tears away with his thumb.

“Please don’t cry, of course I’ll forgive you Aki. I always will.”

With her emotions having risen to a fever pitch (that’s a Pokémon XD reference), she backs away from s/o and shouts at him with tears streaming down her face.

“Why?! I could’ve seriously hurt you! How can you so easily forgive a monster like me?!”

S/o manages to get up and takes a few steps towards toward her.

“You are not a monster Akiza. To answer your question though, it’s because….I love you.”

His words bring a pleasant warmth to Akiza’s heart as she looks at him in surprise and with a deep blush on her face.

“Y-you love me s/o?”

When he answers with a nod, Akiza can’t help but rush over and hug him tightly.

“I love you too s/o! I promise to never let anything or anyone hurt you again!”

They then share a loving and passionate kiss, thus kicking off their relationship and causing another change in Akiza…for better and for worse.

From being with s/o, Akiza has now become a much kinder person…except to other girls.

Whenever a girl would talk to s/o or god forbid flirt with him, Akiza would cling to her boyfriend tightly and shoot a scary glare at the girl to make her leave.

S/o is either completely oblivious to his girlfriend’s growing possessiveness or just doesn’t care, and Akiza isn’t sure which (nor does she care all that much.)

If anyone were to say anything bad about s/o, Akiza will gladly stick up for her boyfriend….and even use her powers if she feels it’s necessary.

“Hey hotstuff! Why not ditch that loser and get with a real man like me!”

A tough guy calls out as Akiza and s/o were on a date.

“Ignore him Akiza, you can take care of him later. For now, just enjoy the time you’re spending with s/o.”

She tells herself under her breath so that her boyfriend doesn’t hear.

Needless to say….the tough guy was declared missing the next day and was found a week later in an old alleyway having been strangled to death and covered in small lacerations.

Akiza, despite her yandere tendencies, is actually a very good girlfriend to s/o and enjoys being affectionate with him, happy that despite her abnormal powers, she gets to experience what being normal is like through their relationship.

When she meets Yusei and becomes aware of the threat the Dark Signers pose, Akiza becomes even more protective of her boyfriend.

S/o is not allowed to leave her sight or go anywhere without her, as she knows the Dark Signers could target him due to his relationship with her.

“Is this really necessary Aki? All I’m doing is going to the store for some supplies.”

She grips his hand tightly and looks at him with a stern expression.

“Yes it is. I made a promise when we got together that nothing will ever bring you harm s/o, and I’d do anything necessary to keep that promise!”

“…..alright then, whatever you say my beautiful rose. I love you Akiza.”

Her expression softens as she blushes and kisses him softly on the lips.

“I love you too s/o.”

Keeping a tight grip on her boyfriend, Akiza smiles and walks with him while on the lookout for any threats to her s/o.

“You are my world s/o. You are the only thing I care about. If anyone tries to take you from me or do anything to make you upset, they will learn that this rose has some very sharp thorns.”

She thinks to herself before spotting a group of girls chatting and making not very subtle flirty glances at s/o, causing Aliza’s smile to slow change into a slight scowl that goes completely unnoticed by her boyfriend.

Whether it be girls, bullies, Dark Signers, or anything else, one thing is clear…

No one messes with Akiza’s s/o and gets away with it….

#yugioh #yugioh 5ds #yugioh x reader #yugioh 5ds x reader #yugioh x male reader #yugioh akiza #akiza izinski #akiza izinski x reader #yugioh 5ds x male reader #akiza izinski x male reader #yugioh akiza x male reader #yandere #yandere x male reader #yandere girl #yandere akiza #male reader #yandere yugioh

[becauseimswagman1]

About becauseimswagman1

Wassup folks I'm Lexis. I'm 22 almost 23 (#BigCancerNotTheLittleOne). She/her and into women.. And men sadly.

I started writing fanfic about 4 years ago and I mainly wrote boyxboy then I started writing ...that straight stuff... But I still write boyxboy! I've only written fluffy girlxgirl but I'm always open to expanding my craft!

I'm into kpop and khiphop. My main groups consist of nct (all units), ateez, monsta x, and cignature (I like and listen to WAYYYY more. Ask and I shall tell all). Khiphop wise, my main peeps are Coogie, Changmo, Dean, and JEY (I also listen to WAYYYY more. Just ask about it).

My ult bias is Haechan (how could he not be? Like have y'all heard his voice?)

I also listen to jpop and p-pop. (Y'all know them boys Alamat? Or Psychic Fever? 👀)

I'm a big tv/movie watcher. I watch just about any and everything. I'm into marvel, dc, teen wolf, degrassi, etc. Trust me if it has a good plot or a hot cast (or both) I've already seen it or I plan to watch it. (Please ask me about Gen V. #MarieJordan ❤❤). I'm into WWE too! Aew as well (not as much but I'm tryna fix that #JonMoxleyIsMyHusband)

I'm also into BLs. (Thai, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Filipino. Mainly Thai tho)

I'll write for just about anyone. And I'll write just about anything. NO dub-con or non-con at all.

I'm always taking requests! And don't be afraid to give me details about what you want!

My reader will always always always be black too!!!

Becauseimswagman1's Masterlist

(18+) Ruined (Erik Stevens)

(Fluff until pt 4 then 18+) What Are We? (Michael Cimino) Pt.1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4

(Fluff) Love Is All You Need (Yunho from Ateez)

(Fluff) The Beginning of Something Beautiful (Shuriri)

(18+) Wanna Be On Top? (San x Mingi x Reader)

(18+) Study Session (Mark from Nct)

(18+) Toxic Love (Trevante Rhodes)

(Fluff) Lightskin Jaehyun (Jaehyun from Nct)

(18+) She's The Boss (or so she thought) (Q from The Boyz)

#becauseimswagman1 #x black reader #smut #nct smut #kpop x black reader #kpop smut #black fanfiction #blackwriters #kpop x reader #x fem reader #kpop x fem reader #erik stevens x reader #shuri x reader #shuriri x reader #shuriri #riri wiliams x reader #ateez smut #wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #aew x reader #aew fanfiction #nxt x reader #wwe smut

[bungalowbear]

sixteen.

ranger!nanami kento x psychic gym leader!reader, pokémon au, wc: 355

as always thank you to @likelilacwine for inspiring this series! 💜

You and Suguru spend the day together around the gym. Friendly debates in the training room about how best to train each Pokémon type. A nap in the garden. Then a stroll around the lake after dinner.

Unfortunately, Suguru’s only here for the day. Departing the same way he arrived, under the cover of night. You walk him, Gengar, and Haunter to the front doors. Suguru makes you promise you’ll be the one to visit him next time before hugging you goodbye. You tighten your arms around his neck before eventually letting go, watching the three companions disappear into the night.

You stay standing at the front of your gym for some time. It isn’t until Zorua appears and nudges your leg that you decide it’s time to go back inside. But a noise in the trees catches your attention. You think it’s probably Suguru. Maybe he left something behind and had to come back. But it’s not Suguru.

Instead, Nanami comes up the path. He’s panting hard and there are lines of sweat coming down from his temples from carrying an unconscious Yuji on his back. Growlithe and Lucario are on his heels.

“Kento?” You come down the front steps when they break through the trees. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Yuji. He’s been unconscious for a week,” Nanami explains. He’s breathing heavily and he looks absolutely exhausted. “None of the doctors could figure out why. Then he started running a fever, and nothing they did helped. He’s getting worse, and the only other option I had was…”

“Me.”

“I—Yuji needs you.” Nanami pauses. His brown eyes bore deep into yours. “Help him. Please.”

Your eyes take in the small group. It’s uncanny how this is so very similar to how they first came to your gym. The Pokémon by his side are looking at you expectantly, worry and hope filling their eyes. You wonder if this is how they’ll always appear to you.

“Bring him inside.”

Nanami lets out a sigh of relief, thanking you. You try not to frown at his expression. Did he really think you’d turn him away?

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[skylarkking]

"One In The Same"

A TFA Blitzwing x Mech! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Chapter 12: Infected

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Sentinel snapped as Ratchet rushed to head outside only to get stopped by Optimus.

"Ratchet, wait." Optimus said. "It could be a trap."

"Trap my aft! He has Y/D!" Ratchet snapped.

"Not just Y/D." Jazz said. "That little organic thing is with him too."

"What?" Optimus questioned as he looked back at the monitor and saw Sari right by Blitzwing's pede. "Oh, scrap."

-with Blitzwing-

"Come on, you stupid oafs!" Blitzwing quietly cursed to himself. "I'm risking a lot here!"

"Just give them a second Blitzwing." Sari said. "Keep yelling, and they should hear you."

"I do not understand why you are helping, small thing."

"Because you want to help Y/D get better, and so do i." She said with a small smile. "Plus, I know about you two love birds."

"Ohoho! Is a love bird pretty?" Blitzwing's Random persona cackled.

"Erm, sure?" The pair heard the entryway hiss open and dropped down, their attentions immediately turning to the source.

"Decepticon! Stand down!" Sentinel snapped as he and the others readied themselves. Blitzwing swapped to his Icy persona and stared down the mech with a glare.

"No, no! He's not going to hurt you!" Sari called out to the bots.

"Sari! Get away from him!" Bumblebee yelled as he and the others Autobots made their appearance.

"Please! Just listen!" She said. "Blitzwing isn't here to hurt anyone!" She then looked up at the triple changer who was now gently stroking my flushed and scalding hot cheek with a digit and a very concerned look. "He's here to help Y/D."

"Help?! That slagger took him!" Ratchet snapped.

"BECAUSE MEGATRON VOULD HAVE KILLED ME IF I DIDN'T!" Blitzwing's Hothead persona snapped. "I BROUGHT HIM HERE BECAUSE HE NEEDS HELP! AND BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT HIM MORE THAN I FEAR MEGATRON!"

"Did... did he say what I think he said?" Sentinel muttered to Jazz.

"Sir, I think he's telling the truth." Optimus said to the Magnus.

"Oh please, Optimus," Sentinel scoffed. "How would you know about it?"

"Because Sari and I caught them in the act before he went into stasis lock." Bumblebee piped up.

"Listen." Blitzwing's Icy persona said. "I need your help. He needs your help."

Ratchet pushed past the other mechs and headed straight for Blitzwing and Sari, the triple changer kneeling down and resting my weak frame on the ground.

"We tried my key, but it didn't work." Sari said. "He's burning up like how humans have a fever."

"And it started after zat battle." Blitzwing said. Ratchet shot him a side eye that made Blitzwing shift uncomfortably under before hooking up a diagnostic probe to me and running the results.

"The reason why your key isn't working on him is because there isn't any physical damage." Ratchet said as he analyzed the readings. "It's all psychological."

"It may have something to do vith the Enigma Programming." Blitzwing said.

"You know about that, huh?"

"I... was a part of the project somewhat." Blitzwing said as he looked away with guilt.

"What do you mean?" Sari asked.

"It's a long story, but we need to get him somewhere where I can have access to a cortical psychic patch or a quantity inter-processor device."

"You have medical experience?" Ratchet asked with surprise as he gently detached the probe from me and picked my barely conscious form up.

"I was a doctor once, a... a long time ago." Blitzwing said with a strangely sad expression.

"Well, now you can be a doctor in the Stockades." Sentinel growled as he pulled out a pair of stasis cuffs and stormed over to him.

"YOU CLAMBERING CLANK CLUTZ!" His Hothead persona barked. "I MAY BE ZE ONLY ONE WHO CAN HELP HIM!"

"Not a chance."

"Sentinel, wait." Optimus said. "What if he's telling the truth? Not many bots even know what a cortical psychic patch or an inter-processor device is or that they even exist."

"Optimus is right." Ratchet said. "Those devices are highly experimental."

"So how does this deceptiscum know about it?" Sentinel glared.

"Because I helped design them." Blitzwing's Icy persona said. "I know how to use them and how to help."

"Sir, we can't allow this... freak to do anything to an Autobot!" Sentinel protested.

"F.... frag... you." I rasped weakly, my vents locking up with a clank and a rough and violent coughing fit left my intake.

"Slag, he's fading." Ratchet said.

"Get him inside Ratchet. We have the tools this Decepticon said was needed." Ultra Magnus said. "Sentinel, detain him."

"With pleasure." As Sentinel reached to cuff Blitzwing, I let out a cracking screech noise that vaguely sounded like a 'no', startling Sentinel and his helm whipping around to glare at me.

I struggled out of Ratchet's grip and ended up falling on my aft, my frame shaking and rattling as I tried to push up.

"Kid, stop." Ratchet said as he knelt down. "You'll hurt yourself."

I whirred at him, similar to how I did when I first came online, my optics struggling to focus on Blitzwing and Sentinel.

"Y/D, it's okay." Blitzwing said as he held out his wrists. "I'll be okay." I warble at him as tears flooded my optics, Sentinel slapping the stasis cuffed on the mech and jabbing his back.

"Move Decepticon." Sentinel snarled.

I watched helplessly as Blitzwing was shoved inside, Ratchet picking my frame back up and carrying me inside.

When Sentinel turned a corner with Blitzwing in tow, I let out another warble and tried to reach for him, but to no avail.

The warnings in my systems filled up with alerts, my vision becoming staticky as the stasis lock took over once again.

-with Blitzwing-

"Get in there!" Sentinel snarled as he shoved Blitzwing inside the cell, the energy field raising up and trapping him inside. Blitzwing said nothing and only sat on the floor, his crimson optics fixating on the plating that lay there.

"I dunno if this is a good idea SP." Jazz said. "Locking up the only bot who could help Ratchet's kid? Doesn't seem right."

"Puh, with luck that scrawny brat will go offline, and we will have one less triple changing freak to deal with." Sentinel scoffed.

"YOU OVERGROWN RUSTY CHASSIS!" Blitzwing's Hothead persona barked. "IF YOU LET Y/D DIE, I WILL PERSONALLY TEAR OUT YOUR SPARK!"

"From in there?" Sentinel snorted. "I doubt it."

-with Ratchet-

"R... rat.. ratch... ratchet." I coughed and wheezed as the medic began hooking me up to various spark support systems. "Am... am i... going to die?"

"Not if I can help it." The medic said as he looked up at a video feed that displayed the brig. On the screen sat Blitzwing, alone and with a solem, grief filled expression. "Not if I can help it."

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[leliawrites]

which psyfe member would be a little spoon and which one would be a big spoon

tsurugi- obviously big spoon! just imagine falling asleep in his embrace every night....

ryoga- big spoon but will be little spoon if you want him to be!

ren- big spoon! gives forehead kisses while youre cuddling

jimmy- BIG SPOON!

kokoro- tries to be big spoon, destined to be little spoon.

ryushin- little spoon :3

weesa- tries to be little spoon, destined to be big spoon

"weesa this isn't comfortable youre too large to put my arms around you" you groan.

"WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD!!!", he exclaims, stretching your arms further around his torso.

#psychic fever #psychic fever from exile tribe #psychic fever x reader #psychic fever headcanons #psychic fever soft hours #ryoga #weesa #kokoro #ryushin #ren watanabe #tsurugi #jimmy psychic fever

[royaltysuite]

Anyone got some filthy ideas for some smut? Eh? Ehhhh?! Send me all your feral-minded requests!!

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[fastlikealambo]

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Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Reader Chapter 5

summary:

it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.

but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.

warnings: violence,  gore,  religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, discussions of mental health and ptsd, praise kink,  childhood trauma,  smut to end all smut,  hawkins indiana is a warning to me.  

minors dni, I check.

The passage of time was an incredible beast, Eddie couldn’t remember what he had for breakfast yesterday but recounting the story of Chrissy Cunningham was as easy as breathing to him. 

He hadn’t done it since the spring of 86, recounting each and every detail to a government agent and friend of the psychic girl with the shaved head that everyone had already known as El. They cleared his name but no matter what he did, his hands still shook at the mention of her name and turned his legs to jello whenever he had a passing thought over his senior year.

But this time around, there was someone holding his hands as he told the tale of 1986, two tired and feverish hands squeezed his in comfort, attentive as he spared no shortcuts, every and every detail spilling out of him.

“And that thing that almost killed us on the road, the bat, was it a part of the same creature that killed Chrissy?” You asked, wanting to make sure you had all the details right.

“ The same one that Rosie saw. ”

“So she saw the bat but nobody else did, I saw Chrissy but nobody else did, but we both saw the bat and it attacked. They’re all connected, in what way I don’t know yet.”

“ If Vecna is back, there’s nothing I can do to stop him. It took all of us the last time and I can’t ask the others to come running back here, not after everything they’ve been through. If anything happened to Rosie, I could never forgive myself. “

“ You can’t think like that.” 

“Why not? How do we know this isn’t happening  because of me? This is all my fault, I should have left with Rosie but instead I made her a target. ” Eddie folds in on himself, hands in his hair but you gently remove them placing them in your lap instead.

“I know I don’t know you very well but whatever’s happened in 86 wasn’t your fault and what’s happening now isn’t either. You’re a good man Eddie and you both are going to be okay.” You said, throwing your arms around him, wrapping you both in the blanket.

 For a while you just sit there and let him cry, your grip on him just as tight as his grip on you. Puffy eyes and nose red, he lets you go, his hand on your forehead.

“I think my breakdown broke your fever. How are you feeling?” 

“Better, exhausted. It’s been awhile since I’ve used my powers like that, my body wasn’t ready for the kickback.”

“ You know, you can tell me anything. I just told you I was a part of an operation run by children to take down an inter-dimensional monster, nothing you say will make me head for the hills.  Or you can tell me absolutely nothing, I’m not owed anything I don’t have consent for.”

You had a certain set of rules to follow.

Keep your head down.

Take the pills.

Be good at your job and come straight home, nothing else.

Relationships lead to questions, questions to lead to police, police lead back to Mama.

But nothing could prepare you for the kindness of a stranger and the yearning for the softness you had every single right to but never, ever, offered for yourself. 

Could you risk it for just the tiny bit of relief that comes with laying a burden down?

“I-

The words die on your lips as the words as Eddie’s overhead lights flicker on and off above you.

“What’s that, what’s happening?”

Eddie’s hand is back in yours as you both look at the ceiling, eyes wide.

“Someone is in The Upside Down.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction

[hypmic-writings]

Hello, can you do Rio taking care of his s/o while they're having a fever??

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Pairing: Riou Busujima x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: Here’s a bit of fluffy Riou for everyone! I love writing out soft things for him, it just fits so perfectly, I’m not sure why haha hope you enjoy~

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Riou would be an absolute pro at taking care of you when you’re sick

he knows exactly what to do and won’t tolerate any back talk from you about ‘feeling fine’ and ‘not needing rest’

be prepared to snuggle up all night with a fluffy pillow and a soft blanket because Riou is going to confine you to the couch as soon as he finds out you’re not feeling well

if you are the type to resist, he will quite literally throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the couch

he’ll constantly ask you how you’re feeling and won’t care that he’s getting too close and might catch it himself

Riou will not hesitate to cook you soups and stews that are easy to eat and bring you all the water and tea you could ask for

surprisingly though, he won’t give into your demands about junk food because he wants you to get proper food and nutrients into your system to lower your fever

I absolutely headcanon that he has a patented ‘sick cure’ smoothie that he swears will heal you faster than any medicine

and to his credit, it actually does lessen any fever you might have and relieve any pain you feel

although he refuses to tell you what’s inside the drink because he says it’s a Busujima family secret 

as ex-military, Riou strikes me as the type to keep track of your illness, marking down your temperature at different times and keeping track of what kind of foods your eating

it might seem over the top to you, but Riou is incredibly diligent and meticulous and he’ll want to make sure he’s doing everything possible to help you feel better faster

he’ll take it upon himself to call your doctor too, taking you to the doctor’s office if you need it or planning a house call 

you won’t have to lift a finger with Riou taking care of you, as he’ll quite literally get you anything your heart desires

he’ll go into town to get you any medicine you need as well, not wanting you to leave the house when you’re not feeling well

Riou is also the type to give into cuddles when you ask for them, snuggling next to you or letting you rest your head in his lap

you’re always so surprised that he’s able to snuggle while you’re sick and never catch it himself

maybe his body is just build different 

he’s always prepared with tissues too and he’s amazing at predicting when you’re going to need one

feel a sneeze coming on? Riou is there with a tissue

feel a little tickle in your throat? Riou is there with a tissue

feel your nose starting to run? Riou is there with a tissue

he’s practically psychic with it

for the entire duration of your illness, Riou will stay at your place, not wanting to leave you alone or make you stay with him in the woods

he’ll make it a point to check in on you during the night as well, waking up to change the towel on your forehead or get you a refill on water

overall he’s just going to be very loving and gentle with you, wanting you to feel better as soon as possible

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[shierak-inavva]

food for thought

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

warnings: tw for food, illness, brief discussion of death / death mention

summary: reader catches a very unfortunate cold at an inopportune time--peter takes the day to come play nurse.

notes: a shorter installment--i’m sick right now myself 🤧 might have another one up soon, possibly tomorrow if i can get it finished! fingers crossed, haha

taglist: @goyimphobic​ [just ask to be added!]

moth & spider masterlist

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It was the week of Christmas, and [Y/N] was sick.

The morning after her run-in with Spider-Man and her amazing date with Peter, she’d woken up sniffly—and the next two days she’d toughed it out with some over-the-counter cold meds, but by that Saturday, there was no more denying it: she was definitely sick. Fever-ridden and a little hazy from how congested her sinuses were, [Y/N] couldn’t help but think, if briefly, that this was somehow her neighbor’s fault. ‘You’ll mind being sick later’—but she knew that was nonsense. Dr. S had a strange name, but he was just a guy who lived a few blocks over on Bleecker Street, not a psychic, after all.

Peter had that Saturday free, as it happened, and had been planning on spending it with [Y/N]; they’d agreed they would forego Christmas presents (since she didn’t really celebrate and Peter was looking to get himself a new motorbike) but he was determined to figure out something small to do for her all the same. They were officially a couple now—[Y/N] was his girlfriend, and that on its own made him want to do something special for her, holidays aside. But when he called her that morning, she sounded awful.

“‘Morning, P…”

“Whoa, I didn’t wake you up did I? It’s almost 10—“

“Wake me—no,“ there was a sniffle on the other end, “no, I think I’ve got a cold.“ A little shivery cough, and then, “...I’m basically absolutely sure I have a cold.”

“Oh god—you sound awful—n-no offense—do you need anything? Can I bring you anything? Are you okay?”

“No, I-I’m good, I’m just trying to sleep it off, really…I might see if one of my neighbors can run to the grocery for me later. Sorry Peter, I really wanted to see you today…”

He hadn’t felt this put-out over anything in weeks. But then something hit him, and he paused, before calling up Aunt May.

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[Y/N] was in bed; she’d been drifting in and out of napping, a box of tissues and her little trash bin next to her bed along with a few bottles of water and her laptop, which had finally given her too much of a headache to even look at anymore and now sat closed on her nightstand. She’d been considering going and adjusting the heat, going and digging through her pantry, going and even trying to watch TV or sleep on the sofa or something, but so far nothing had gotten her up. Her head was still foggy and a little achy, and she felt sluggish and sniffly, but at least she thought maybe her fever had gone down. Her phone pinged, muffled from where it had slipped down into her thick black comforter, and after an aggravated moment of digging through her bedding, she pulled it out and took a minute to blow her nose for the thousandth time while reading the message.

peter📷 : What’s your address? Aunt May insisted on sending you some of her chicken noodle soup. It’s home-made, and I can swear it’ll fix your cold up.

She smiled at the phone, sighing a little. He was so sweet—she probably wasn’t contagious at this point, and she did want to see him…

me: well, if aunt may went to all that trouble then i can’t say no

She glanced around at the mess on her floor from the tissues that had missed the little black trash can and the empty water bottles, and finally heaved herself up out of her nest of bedding to tidy up a little.

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Peter’s eyes widened a little at the text showing her address, even standing on the corner of her street now. Aunt May had been surprised he didn’t know where she lived, but then more surprised still when they looked to see where it was. “My goodness, she lives in the Village?” And he wasn’t completely sure what to make of the way she’d said it, but facing the stoop that was supposed to be hers, he was starting to form an idea. She lived in a townhouse—not just an apartment, a whole townhouse, and not just a townhouse, a brownstone. It looked a little—a lot—aged, but the windows on the front were clean and the plants had been trimmed back for the winter, and the stoop was clean, the black metal fencing not rusted at all. For a moment, he wondered suddenly if she lived with someone she hadn’t told him about, and god he hoped he looked presentable enough as he climbed the stoop to ring her doorbell. It took a moment, long enough for him to panic a little that maybe he’d gotten the wrong place, but then sure enough, the door opened and there was [Y/N], cheeks rosy, nose red, fluffy black bath robe tucked close around her, old black slippers on her feet, hair a little mussed but tied back, and most notably her makeup was off and her eyes were a bit red—but overall, somehow, he couldn’t help but think she looked adorable as she saw that it was him, gave him a little smile, and shuffled in a little to let him inside, wiping at her face some with a tissue in her hand. “Hi,” she got out, tissue at her nose, “Come on, you’ll get sick standing out here too.” And just like that, her large, old door was shut behind him, and he was inside her brownstone with her.

Immediately, he felt mildly chilly—it was the feeling of emptiness, rather than the literal temperature of the air. Her foyer was narrow and a little claustrophobic, but she showed him where he could hang his coat, and then led him out and into the apartment proper. The place looked like her; dark wallpaper on the walls—actual wallpaper! It was a dark, deep purple and patterned with a sort of floral pattern. The floors were a varnished almost black wood, but she had rugs, older, somewhat eclectic rugs here and there, running the little corridor connecting the foyer with the front sitting room and then into the open, atrium of a room that had, he could see from there, the staircase. The front room was clean, but didn’t look terribly lived-in: a library, dark walls lined with shelves of old books and little knicknacks, some large rocks and crystals, a few animal skulls, pressed flowers in frames…the furniture was very vintage, obviously antique, but upholstered in deep violet fabric and adorned with black and gray and purple cushions; a loveseat, a small armchair, and a little coffee table. The most personal part of the room was at the bay windows, there was a reading nook, and resting there was a blanket in dark green with black patterns on it, and a stack of books resting on the cushioned seat. Peter smiled, seeing it, imagining [Y/N] sitting there and reading with her blanket. “My grandmother liked to use this room to entertain,” she said from the doorway, smiling, “I redecorated, but really only the colors. A lot of the things on the shelves were hers, and my mother’s.” Peter looked over at her. “Just the colors?” “I reupholstered the furniture. I always liked the style—was a nice project for me. Did the reupholstering, fixed up the wood finish, painted the shelves and had the wallpaper updated…” His eyes went wide as she gestured around. “You did all of this yourself?” “It was…nice,” she replied, sniffling a little and smiling to herself as she looked at the room, obviously remembering, “After she died. She’d always said it was important to make a space your own when it became yours—and it took me a year or so after she died to get around to it, but I got it done.” Peter followed her down the narrow hallway, past the paintings of landscapes on the walls, and into the adjoining room; it was like an atrium, high-ceilinged and with a little chandelier hanging from the apex of the roof, the staircase wrapping up around the wall to lead upstairs. Across from the dark stairs was a wide entryway into another living area: two plush, dark sofas, another short dark coffee table, a dark, soft area rug on the floor, a television. This room was much more lived-in; quilts on the sofas, some magazines and a remote on the coffee table, a few journals and notebooks, a spare pair of slippers. There were more shelves in here, these with movies and green plants, a few more books. A few antique light fixtures and an antique lamp, some used candles here and there.
Under the stairs, though, was another entry, this one into a dining room that looked hardly touched, and then from there into a kitchen that linked the two rooms, and had a door leading outside and to the fire escape on the back of the building. The kitchen was cute, eccentric, spice racks and dark cabinets, plants, windchimes and suncatchers hanging, papers and notebooks on the kitchen island bar, dried herbs hanging over the countertop. It smelled like good food and it certainly smelled used, lived-in, and welcoming. “You cook?” He asked, watching her set the container of soup from Aunt May on the stove. She smiled. “I do; my grandmother liked to cook and I was always in the kitchen with her.” She opened the container, and smiled at the smell, closing her eyes a moment. “Ohh, this smells amazing.” She shut it again, sneezing into her tissue and looking apologetic. “You really didn’t have to come all the way over here while I’m like this…” “No!” Peter pushed off of the bar where he’d been leaning, stepping up closer to her, “No, if anything this is exactly when I should come all the way over here…” he rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly, smiling, “I didn’t realize you lived here, though,” he glanced out the kitchen windows, “You’re the one that’s been coming all the way over to Queens to see me!” [Y/N] just smiled, rubbing her nose. “I mean, I don’t mind it. I’m over there a lot for work, anyways.” Peter shifted a little closer, eyes on her rosy face. Even sick, she just looked…sweet. Lovely, in a disarming sort of way. “Well, then maybe now I can start coming over here, too.” [Y/N]’s smile widened a little, dimpling her cheeks. “I wouldn’t mind that, Parker,” she admitted, her voice soft and affectionate, and when he leaned in to kiss her it would have been perfectly charming and delightful if she hadn’t immediately sneezed and jerked back, just barely managing to cover her nose. Peter just laughed as she groaned and blew her nose, throwing her tissue away and shaking her head. He grinned, watching her shuffle to the trash can and back. “We can…we can try that again, y’know.” She sighed a very dramatic sort of sigh. “Maybe when it’s not such a hazard…” But Peter ducked down and kissed her cheek anyways. “I don’t know, it’s not so bad.”

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They shared Aunt May’s soup up in her bedroom. Peter was still a little in awe at how big the townhouse was, and that she lived alone, but her room was massive—like a studio apartment in itself. Black decor, moths and butterflies pinned in cases, plants  and charms hanging around her room. Tapestries of the moon and its phases, of strange charts and symbols on her walls. Shelves with more crystals and odds and ends, candles, little statues he didn’t recognize. A desk and chair, and a high ceiling with a skylight opposite the side of the room her bed was on. They sat, she on her bed and he on the chair from her desk set next to her, and she chatted a little about the house as he tried (despite her repeatedly telling him it was fine) to fuss over her, made sure she had tissues handy and her water bottles were full and her pillows were all arranged comfortably. “My family owned this whole building years ago; it was a boardinghouse for a long time, but then they renovated, turned the building into apartments, and sold most of the other units,” she explained, “My parents and I lived in another unit, but my mother grew up here with my grandparents, and when my mom and dad died my grandmother took me in.” Peter paused on a spoonful of soup, watching her. “How…how old were you?” “Nine,” she replied, and gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, you know. I don’t mind if you ask.” He went a little pink, looking caught. “I still feel…like I don’t know how to tackle this kind of thing,” he admitted, “Even after losing my Uncle Ben.” She nodded, watching him. “It was recent?” “Yeah. Not quite ten years ago.” “Death is a strange kind of thing,” she said evenly, “It’s a natural part of time and life and the progression of everything but it still feels like it’s never the right time, like you can never really prepare for it.” He nodded. “Yeah.” “Losing my grandmother was like that, too,” she sighed, “Especially her leaving me the house and her things and all…” she shook her head, “Like I had all these things that were mine all my life but that felt like they weren’t supposed to be mine anymore…” she shrugged, “It was a weird process. Still is, in a lot of ways.” She glanced around, gesturing vaguely. “But, I grew up here. When she left me the brownstone, it was like…okay, this is mine now. I always loved living here, so…” she shrugged, “It’s my space, now.” Peter smiled at her, after a moment, feeling strangely touched to be sitting in this apartment with her. “Thanks for letting me in, then,” he said softly, and she smiled at him. “My grandmother would have liked you,” she grinned a little privately to herself, rolling her eyes fondly as she took another sip of soup. “I would never have heard the end of it if you’d showed up here with soup for me and she was still around.” Peter let out a little laugh. “That’s a relief, then.”
“But she would have given you the business about bringing someone else’s soup for me,” she laughed, “Nona was The Cook around here.” She slurped up a piece of noodle, “I’m glad you did though. This is really good.” “I’ll pass that along to my Aunt,” he nodded, grinning, “She’s really disappointed you’re sick, she’s been hounding me to get you to come do Christmas with us.” [Y/N] paused, hearing this, and Peter rambled on a little awkwardly. “I told her you don’t really do Christmas, and you know, that you’re sick, just—” “—You want me to meet her?” Peter paused. For a charged moment, he and [Y/N] just sat in the quiet, looking at each other, and then he nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, “I really do.”

[Y/N]’s [e/c] eyes lit up, and her whole expression softened. “If I feel better, I’d love to do Christmas at your Aunt’s place.” Peter’s spoon clinked a little hard against his bowl in his lap, and his face was delighted. “Really? That’s—“ he was at a temporary loss, just smiling from ear to ear. “That’s…that’s great! Aunt May’ll be so excited, she’ll probably go a little nuts cooking, and I know you don’t really celebrate but you don’t have to—“ [Y/N] leaned over and pressed her lips to his, quieting the steady flow of words and smiling against his skin. Peter went still for a second, but then melted into the kiss and leaned closer to her on the bed, reaching up and cupping her cheek. This time, she didn’t sneeze, and nobody’s phone interrupted them. This time, their lips were both warm and soft, they tasted like chicken noodle soup and [Y/N]’s skin was maybe just a little too warm, but otherwise? It was perfect.

But, like all perfect things in Peter’s life these days, this made him realize how afraid he was that it could be taken away.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #spiderman #spider-man #spider-man x reader #spiderman x reader #reader insert #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!peter parker x reader #the moth & spider thing #yes it is a re-upload sigh sigh sigh #just look away you do not see it i am battling tagging things #still working on the next chapter but it is ALMOST done i promise for real