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httpsv33 · 9 months
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Banana Fish characters with a s/o whose cat never leaves their side.
Okay so this is the first request I received! I really enjoyed writing it since I have cats myself! For that wonderful person who asked for it, I hope it lives up to your expectations!
The requested was the following:
'Okay so can I request something with Ash, Eiji, Shorter, and Yut Lung with a partner that owns a pet cat and when they visit the reader the cat goes to them and just wants to be with them gn reader please if you dont mind'
Warnings: very mild cursing (once), gn reader, fluff, cats, physical affection.
Ash Lynx:
“Just admit it, the cat likes me better,” said the blond with a playful curve on his mouth. You crossed your arms before your chest and refused to say a word, slightly irritated by the constant teasing you had to face every time the boy visited your apartment. “C’mon, don’t be upset” he chuckled, a teasing tone still stuck to his words. “I’m not upset, take the cat so he can live with you since he loves you more than me, who, by the way, feeds him every day”.
To be honest, you weren’t that bothered by the cat’s cuddly manner towards your partner, in fact, you found it kind of sweet, but being a bit dramatic was a common dynamic between you and Ash.
“Come here, dumbass” the boy approached you with the cat between his arms and rested his forehead against your temple “You’re so jealous” he smirked before placing a soft peck on your cheek. You couldn’t conceal the grin that eventually appeared on your face.
“Shut up, you’re insufferable” you muttered sheepishly as you wrapped your arms around him and he placed pecks on the top of your head. Somehow, every time he came over it always ended up with the three of you tangled in your bed enjoying a cuddling session.
Eiji Okumura:
“And… this is it” you said as you opened the door to your apartment “It’s small but I guess it’s enough”. The black-haired boy entered your living room with an amused look on his face “I love the decorations! It feels so cozy in here” Eiji turned to you with a huge grin but he was interrupted by something rubbing against his lower leg.
“Oh, yeah, I hope you’re not allergic to cats-” you chuckled “She seems to like you”. Eiji’s face lit up with joy at the sight of the orange cat “What’s your name, little one?” he lowered his hand to caress her head, your heart melted as your cat leaned in his touch. “Her name’s Pumpkin” you crouched next to them. “Awww, hi Pumpkin, you’re so cute!” the boy spoke with a baby voice. You were enjoying the warmth of the situation until the cat avoided your touch to jump into your boyfriend’s arms “You traitor!”. Eiji giggled as he hugged the cat “Now she’s mine” he walked away with her teasingly as you followed them around trying to get him to give you back your cat.
Shorter Wong:
“Hey baby” the boy smiled widely as you opened the door for him “Hi love” you grinned inching closer to him to give him a warm hug “Oh I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to my best friend Patches, right buddy?” he joked as the cat immediately poked his head from between your ankles to meet him.
“I hate you both” You stared at him unamused and turned around to keep on watching your show “No baby come back, it was a joke, I’m so sorry” he laughed picking up the cat and following you, letting himself fall on the sofa next to you, however, you refused to acknowledge his presence. “Baby, come on” he pouted as he rested his chin on your shoulder, giving you puppy eyes.
“You are a pain in the ass, Shorter Wong” You finally turned to look at him and rested your head against his chest, taking place next to your cat “It’s ridiculous that I have to compete for your attention with my cat AND that I have to compete for my cat's attention with you!”.
Shorter snorted at your comment and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead “I love you so much” he muttered lovingly against your skin.
Yut Lung:
“What the hell is going on here-” you had just come back from doing groceries, your boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully when you left, but as soon as you entered the house you were met with a rather bizarre scene. The long-haired man, who, incidentally, hated how clingy your cat was with him because ‘his clothes were too expensive to be covered with animal hair’, was calmly sitting on the sofa with your cat purring in his lap as he caressed the animal’s head tenderly.
“Well, good morning to you too,” he said rather playfully “We’re watching the Kardashians, fancy joining?”. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the offer. “I thought you hated my cat, dear” You left the shopping bags next to the door, the situation was too good to let it slide, you’d put the groceries in their place later. “I didn’t hate her, it’s just that there wasn’t enough communication between us” You arched an eyebrow in response to his comment “But we have a healthy relationship now, right honey?” the cat just purred in response, enjoying his soft pets. You giggled as you sat next to him leaning to his side to watch the show with your two companions, “I guess I’ll have to live with the fact that she loves you more than me if your relationship is so ‘healthy’, then”. “Indeed” the boy smiled warmly as he leaned his head on top of yours.
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lanternadosafogados · 4 months
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At that table
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Shorter Wong x Fem!reader
Without saying a single word, Nadia placed a glass in front of [Name]. She only knew that the drink came from the restaurant's alcohol stock but hadn't paid enough attention to the other woman to be sure what it was.
Despite her body being present, her mind was very, very distant.
Her hand reached for the glass just to spin it while absorbing the news in the heavy silence. Absorbing the news of Shorter's death alongside the muffled sound of the ice in her drink hitting the glass.
When Nadia told her, there were no tears, strange as it might seem. Instead, there was a profound surprise loaded with anguish capable of numbing any other feeling.
[Name] remembered the times when she would visit the brothers at the restaurant after work, thanks to her busy schedule.
The memory of the bear hugs Shorter used to give her along with the daily special on the house. The memory of the three sitting at the table, spending a few minutes chatting, came to her mind.
The memory of this kind of routine repeating itself while everyone took their places around her favorite table in the restaurant, the same table Nadia occupied now.
Only the two of them were at that table now; Shorter wouldn't accompany them anymore, and his absence was impossible to overlook.
The longing he left behind hurt [Name] and Nadia deeply.
Also posted on Spiritfanfics in portuguese. Based on the song "Naquela mesa" by Nelson Gonçalves.
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uenovv · 1 year
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I LOVED THIS SO MUCH OMG. THE WRITING AND EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING
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luneariaa · 5 months
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Hi there! I hope you're doing great! Could you write hc of ash lynx x fem reader? Which reader is exactly like gus fring in breaking bad. She is kind to people close to her but not with people like dino. She looks innocent and cute but not inside.
Sorry it's long. Please take your time. Thanks!!
HIII-!! 💜 thank you so much dear anon, hoping you are too! 💛🌻 you're fine,, and this is the first Ash req that i received actually,, (o´▽`o) ✨
honestly, i'm not too familiar with breaking bad, but did some quick research on the charac and stuff,, also, this is my first hc type of post so i hope this is alright! ( oh and Ash might be ooc here as well,, ) and i may have stray too far.. XD LMAO THIS TURNED OUT TO BE LONG AND OFF TOPIC AS IT PROGRESSES MY BAD--
also tagging : @bagelbanana and @r-e-m-i !! i've seen you both commenting on my old Ash post bef 💜🌻
- dividers by @/cafekitsune!! 🌻
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to start with, your looks could deceive most people. some would assume that you're just a cute, regular girl roaming down the streets, when in fact, you weren't.
so this leads to some guys ( or so ) flirting and trying to make a move on you. as disgusting as you find them, you had to agree in a oh-so-sweet manner, giving them a certain location as to where to find you.
of course, when they arrived there expecting for some sort of a 'date' with you, they're receiving their dead end instead.
guys like that don't deserve any mercy, or that's how you have it personally set within your own mind. ( totally not projecting )
but also i think since you can't just carry a gun with you all the time, you instead carry some sort of a small switchblade.
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i imagined that you, despite your quite young age ( maybe around 16-17 or so ), are able to manage your own restaurant, to which originally was owned by your father, who is a drug dealer of some sort. your mother is unknown.
because of how successful your father's business is with the drugs, you became the main target of the ones who planned to take down your father.
due to how busy he is, he wasn't that close to you. so you were left to fend mostly by your own.
he did train you a bit for some time, but eventually, he let a certain Kazakh professional assassin; Blanca to train you instead.
and i feel like Blanca lowkey wants to go a bit softer at you during training, and of course, you didn't want any of that honestly. your relationship with him is pretty alright, and you both pretty much respected each other at some point.
and there you met Ash himself, when Blanca was also assigned to train him by Dino Golzine.
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okay so, i'd like to think that at first, you and Ash are quite skeptical towards one another. not being too familiar still.
but that changes over time, of course.
it started by that one, random sunny day; you and Ash accidentally arrived early at the private training grounds where Blanca was supposed to train you both.
the two of you ended up conversing with each other-- Ash being the one who possibly initiates the convo first.
perhaps it started with a compliment. maybe the brand new shoes that you're wearing? the view; weather? or even just random small talks. it's still an effort nonetheless.
you're highly aware of the current reputation he holds as the gang leader of the city. it doesn't faze you much, as long as he remains nice to you.
and because of this, you sometimes do heard about Dino himself. back then, you didn't really pay any mind, but did recall that one time where your father said that he did some sort of a drug business with him etc..
but by the way he is regarded, you feel downright disgusted. selfish, ruthless even. but is well aware not someone to be provoked on.
so despite all of that, you remain well-mannered in a way. for the time being, that is. ( unless something or he crosses the line )
but i can't deny the fact that i imagined that you might be finding yourself doing the side-eye at him while he speaks with others; even having the urge to throw some insults or sarcastic remarks at him. but refrain from doing so just yet.
you hate him so so much because of what he did to Ash too.
overall, you despised people like Dino for existing on the surface of the Earth.
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SOME BONUSES ( bc lowkey low on idea rn HAHA ) :-
Shorter seemed like he would probably flirt with you at times, but you just laughed it off because it's like a normal thing now.
but Ash def isn't impressed.
knowing how long you and Ash have been training with each other, he silently grew fond and protective of you, despite you can handle yourself fine. i mean, you did manage a whole restaurant by yourself, after all.
oh and yes, Eiji's a precious boy!! you would 1000000% get along with him! <3
but be careful when hanging out around Eiji every so often; Ash might've steal you away from him. ( totally not jealous at all )
all of them def will hang out on your restaurant often when they're able to! 💛
also, random but i can see Ash is the type of guy to let his arm rest around your shoulders; doesn't matter while you're sitting or even standing. he would still do it out of habit.
i couldn't think of a proper confession or anything further romance related rn, but he will 1000000% take you out for a ride on his bike pretty often, especially during late nights <33
stargazing together?? heck yes!!
sometimes you just wanted to join Ash in whatever mission thingy or stuff he has to do or so; and of course, he would agree, but still deep down worried about your safety in general. ( maybe at some times, he would straight up refuse your offer. )
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© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.
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chujulynx · 18 days
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INTRODUCTION + the fandoms I write for!
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INTRODUCTION
So first of all my name is Jupiter but I mostly go by chuju or Jupa and Jupi!!
I'm from America, New York to be specific but I also speak German fluently lol
My hobbies are going out with my friends, writing and voice acting.
You are free to ask me more questions if you want!!
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FANDOMS I WRITE FOR
-Banana Fish (favourite)
-Little nightmares
-Bungo stray dogs
-The promised Neverland
-words bubble up like soda pop
-resident evil village (8)
-alice in borderland
And a lot more! The only bad thing that I have to mention is that you'd have to text me on instagram for request since I can't receive any messages on here for some reason :') but you can of course request something with a character that isn't from any of the fandoms here! <3
This is all for now since I'm writing this at 6:34am and I still have to get ready for school lol
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withalittlehoney · 1 year
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hi hi hi, i have a request! (x fem!reader) i’ve just been thinking about like it’s the middle of the night and stephen has to go deal with smth, but you’re all up in his grill like a koala, arms thrown around him, face tucked into the curve of his neck, so naturally, you don’t want him to go. but to appease you just the slightest bit, and because he won’t need it, he leaves cloak with you. so you still have a sort of cuddle buddy. and then in the morning when you hear movement downstairs, you send cloak after what you know is strange who’s now home. and he drags him back into bed with you
thanks babe <33 if you’re not feeling it no worries, i know it’s pretty specific lol
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A Sufficient Cuddle Substitute
Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader ft. The Cloak of Levitation!
Warnings: Fluff, flirtation, cuteness overload, implication of smut.
Word Count: 2,462
Reading time: ≈ 9 mins.
A/N: THIS IDEA WAS SO CUTE! I know this one is shorter than what I’ve been cranking out, but I didn’t want to overreach and deviate from the prompt too much. Hope you enjoy <3
Asks open! If you have a request that you want done or have an idea you’re too lazy to write yourself, send it my way :p I prefer to write on Stephen Strange (any variant), but I am open to writing any Marvel character! Also open to writing on BBC!Sherlock. Willing to write almost anything and everything! Fluffy, angsty, smutty… go for it! Enjoy the read <3
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Stephen Strange was a busy man, and you understood that. You rarely complained about the lack of time you got to see him during the week, and you knew if he had it his way he’d be with you instead of off fighting whatever entity had shown itself or fixing whatever mistake some student had made. You knew that, but it didn’t make it any easier not seeing him. Still, you bit your tongue during the week— it was his job, and it was important to him. That meant it was important to you.
The weekends however… that was a different story. You eventually had to put your foot down: no sorcerer business between the hours of 8pm and 9am. That time was for the two of you. To your surprise, Stephen had agreed willingly, apologizing for the lack of time he’d spent with you recently. He understood if it was just too much, if you thought you’d be better off without—
“Don’t you finish that sentence, Stephen Strange.”
You immediately silenced his fears telling him you understood, but you needed to see him more than eight hours every week (and that was if you were lucky). So the new rule was a small start, but it was a start. Sure, you ended up spending most of your time sleeping next to him, but the fact that he was there was all that mattered to you. Besides, you liked seeing him get real sleep— a full eight hours on Saturday’s and Sunday’s was a real improvement.
Stephen enjoyed the new rule you’d set in place— enjoying even more the fact that he’d informed Wong of it and not even the Sorcerer Supreme dared try arguing with you. So here he was, eleven at night, with you sleeping peacefully in his arms. Well… it was less just his arms and more you strung across his entire person. He was laying flat on his back while you laid on top of him, your arms wrapped under his back and snaking over his shoulders, your legs squeezing at his waist, your face buried in the crook of his neck, the covers pulled over you both. You might be thinking this didn’t sound like the most comfortable position in the world for Stephen. Well you’d be right…
But there was no where else he’d rather be.
He was smiling to himself, tracing delicate patterns on your back with shaky hands. Spelling your name then his… sometimes he’d give you his last name just to see what it sounded like. And it sounded very nice to him every time.
He immediately grimaced when he heard a knock at his door. Cloak, knowing Stephen wouldn’t want to move to get it, interrupted its own rest against the large armchair in the corner and floated over to open the door. Stephen moved as gently as he could to turn and look at the door to find Wong standing there looking extremely apologetic. He knew if Wong was coming to get him at this hour, knowing your rule, it must have been something that needed his attention now.
Wong explained in a hushed voice, “I was downstairs and found a universal crack in the undercroft that wasn’t closed with the others… nor does it seem to want to close. I doubt that it will be of any real consequence, however—“
“Alright. I’m coming.” Stephen agreed
He was slightly terrified at the way your head immediately snapped up and your eyes flew open. He hadn’t moved a muscle and somehow you’d heard him in your deep sleep. 
“No.” You say seriously
“Baby…”
Wong closed the door without another word, not wanting the face your wrath if he could help it. He was sure to hear about it tomorrow, but if the rest of his night could remain peaceful, he’d take it.
“Stephen.” You say back
A chill ran up his spine. You did not call him Stephen unless he was in trouble. ‘Stephy,’ ‘Steph,’ ‘Love,’ ‘Darling,’ even ‘Strange’ and ‘Doctor’ when you were in a particularly flirty mood. But never just Stephen now-a-days. 
“I promise it will be quick, it’s just in the undercroft—“
“It’s a basement. Why can’t either of you just call it a basement?” You grumble, reburying your head in his neck
“Because it’s called the ‘undercroft.’” He sighs, “Please let me go fix the crack in the universe that’s three floors down from us and I will be right back.” He wrapped his arms around you tight and squeezed you hard making you groan and whine. He chuckled, “Pretty please?”
“No.”
Stephen sighs, “I didn’t wanna have to do this…”
He wrapped his legs around you to match his arms and quickly twisted you both, rolling you beneath him. You squealed, your arms still wrapped under and over his shoulders. Stephen chuckles and leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead and gently prying your arms off of him. You whined like a petulant child having their favorite toy taken from them the whole time. And if it were literally anyone else in the world, the Doctor would have been huffing and puffing, completely annoyed and put off by the behavior. But it was you, and he adored anything you did— especially when it showed him just how much it meant to you to have him there.
“So quick, My Love. Sooner you let me go and get it over with, the sooner I’m back here with you.”
You stared up at him with big eyes, your lower lip intentionally stuck out and asked, “You promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
You hesitated before letting your arms fall from around him, relaxing the death grip your legs had around his waist. He smiled down at you and pressed another kiss to your forehead before rolling off the bed. You gave an audible huff and rolled onto his side of the bed, trying to absorb the warmth from where you’d been laying the last three hours. 
“You cold, Love?” Stephen asks
“Yes, because someone left the bed.” You grumble into the pillow
You were such a little brat when you were tired. Your rule being broken on top of it? Sheesh. 
Stephen willed Cloak to his side and crouched next to you. Cloak sank down the same to get ‘eye level’ with you. You eyed both of them grumpily, though your grumpiness never lasted long when he smiled at you all soft like that. 
“What if Cloak stays here to keep you company?” Stephen offers
You perked up at this. Cloak never got left behind— everywhere Stephen went, it went. They were inseparable. And you adored Cloak. It was always so sweet and careful with you around. You wondered often if that was its own will or Stephen’s working through it. You supposed either way it was nice— but you for one reason or another desperately wanted the approval of the Cloak. It was the closest thing Stephen had to a friend apart from Wong… maybe that was why.
You agree shyly, “If… if it doesn’t mind—“
Cloak immediately zoomed onto the bed, wrapping itself around you and squeezing at your sides as if to hug you. You giggled and immediately relaxed into the mattress, letting Cloak’s warmth covering you. It was soft and had a bit of weight to it that you found incredibly comforting. It smelled so distinctly of Stephen— stronger even, as he always wore his cologne atop his uniform. You’d always tease him about it.
“Are you trying to seduce the enemy with your scent?”
“Why else do you think my success rate is so high?”
“I thought it was due to years of training and skill combined to make you the perfect sorcerer….”
“Well that’s just ridiculous, no. It’s my seduction technique.”
“Is that how I ended up here?”
“Mhm.” He’d hum, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “But I think I’m getting rusty… might need to practice sometime soon.”
“Are you looking for a volunteer?” You’d quirk your brow at him and flash that devious little smirk
“I might be… are you offering your services?”
“Well if the Doctor needs to practice his technique, who am I to turn him down?” You’d run your hands down his chest and suggest, “In fact, we could start right now…”
Stephen would click his tongue at you and take your lips in his for a smoldering kiss before pulling away and reminding himself, “You are trouble.”
“And how do you deal with trouble, Doctor?” You’d flirt
“I’m going to work now.”
“God, I hope so…” You’d grab his arms and place them on your hips, standing on your tip toes to kiss his neck
Stephen would laugh and press one last kiss to your lips, “I should be back tonight. If I’m not going to make it, I’ll let you know. I love you.”
“I love you too, Steph. Have a good day.”
“You too, My Love.”
Stephen watched as you immediately drifted back off to sleep, smiling softly to himself. How he had gotten so lucky as to have someone who cared for and wanted him this much, he’d never know. He softly padded out of the room, sweatpants and tee, bare feet against the cold hardwood floors of the Sanctum. He’d be as quick as he could and slide right back into bed with you where he knew you’d immediately roll over and continue your cuddle session. He might even allow himself a bit more time with you in the morning to make up for the disturbance. 
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You were stirred from your sleep when Cloak lifted itself from your form. You let out a soft squeak as you stretched, looking at the clock on the nightstand to see it was already 4am. You huffed and stared up at the ceiling. Cloak pat your head with its hem and gestured to the door.
“Hm?” You were admittedly not as good at understanding Cloak as Stephen, but you didn’t think it was fair to compare when they had their weird ass mystical connection
Cloak seemed to square its’ shoulders and straightened its’ collar as if standing at attention.
“Steph?” It fluttered its’ collar which you knew meant ‘yes’, “He done?” It fluttered once more, “Good. He on his way back up?” It shrunk back from you a bit and you crossed your arms, “Well go get him then. Maybe he’ll listen to you. Feel free to use force if necessary.” You huff grumpily
Cloak’s shoulders shook as if it were laughing at you and it quickly flew from the room. You sat up and leaned against the headboard, arms still crossed, staring at the door unimpressed. About five minutes later it burst open and Cloak flew back in… Stephen wrapped in it like a burrito, grunting and looking rather annoyed at his mystical counter-part as he struggled against the fabric. When Stephen looked up and saw your face, he knew he’d been caught.
“I was just… tidying up the undercroft.” He said sheepishly, stumbling a bit as Cloak dropped him to the floor without warning
“Mhm.” You hum, “So… you were cleaning the basement instead of coming back to bed when you promised you would?” 
Stephen looked to the floor before glancing up at you through his lashes, “M’sorry. Just... hard to stop when I start, you know…” He rolled his lips together, halting his apology seeing the thoroughly unimpressed look on your face
You just sighed, “What am I going to do with you, Stephen Strange?”
Cloak, ever helpful, nudged Stephen toward the bed. He shot it an annoyed look, but complied, crawling back into the bed. Cloak flew back over to its chair in the corner, settling in happily after feeling it had supplied as a sufficient cuddle substitute.
“I’m sorry.” Stephen repeated when you didn’t immediately move to wrap yourself around him
“I ask for a few hours every week, Steph.” You sigh, “I know... I know you have a world to protect, I’d like to think I’m pretty understanding—“
“You are!” Stephen rushed to agree
“Then why am I in our bed alone during my allotted Stephen time?” Stephen didn’t answer and you gave him a soft smile when you saw how nervous he was, “I’m not mad at you. I just wished you’d have come back like you promised.”
“I should have come back.” He agreed
“That’s okay. You’ll just have to find someone to cover for your classes today—“
“Baby…” You shot him a challenging glare and he immediately changed course from ‘I can’t do that’ to, “you’re right. I will.”
“In fact, since you’ll be here, Wong should have more than enough time to cover for you. It’s his off day.”
Stephen chuckled and dared to slide a little closer to you, “Why is Wong being roped into my punishment?”
“Because he knows the rules too and he blatantly ignored them. He deserves to serve his time.”
“You’re awful scary when you want to be…” Stephen rolled over and rest his cheek against your thigh, glancing up at you
“Well apparently I have to be.” You said, running your hand over the top of his head and watching as he preened like a happy cat, “And you have to serve your time too.”
“And how will I be making it up to you?” Stephen asks, placing a kiss against your thigh, showing he knew exactly what ‘punishment’ you were considering
“All I’ll say is Wong will be grateful I’ve sent him from the Sanctum.” You smile down at him deviously and slink down, moving to lay next to him
“And until then?” 
“We’re making up for the sleep you lost.” You looked around the room and called, “Cloak?” It immediately popped up from its spot on the chair, “Come over here. You’re nice and warm.”
Stephen gave you a look of hurt and then pouted, “I’m nice and warm.”
You rolled over and buried your face in his chest, “Then I’ll be double nice and warm. You don’t get to object, it’s your fault I know it’s nice and warm now too.”
Stephen grumbled as Cloak settled on top of you. You just smiled at the small noises of protest your boyfriend made. You reached beneath his shirt and settled your hand under the fabric against his chest, closing your eyes and relaxing into him. Stephen, unhappy having to share you but desperately wanting to be closer to you shoved his arm beneath the Cloak and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you into him. Cloak readjusted, reading Stephen’s jealousy and laid itself over him as well. As odd as it was, it felt nice.
Stephen had to admit… Cloak was a pretty good cuddle partner.
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geeky-politics-46 · 1 year
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COVID Cuddles
Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: It finally got you! You are sick with COVID-19 and missing Stephen's cuddles
Warnings: reader has COVID, pandemic references, slight angst with fluffy happy ending, language
This fic is totally self-indulgent as i am sick with COVID right now & my Doctor Strange teddy bear is one of the things keeping me company. So I made it into a story. Probably lots of errors as I'm sick & drugged
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"How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
You looked up at him in the doorway, masked fave peeking through, from where you sat on the bathroom floor. Tissues shoved up both nostrils as you waited for the bathroom to fill with steam from the shower before you tossed a Vicks vapor shower bomb under the water. Hoping that it would make it easier to breathe. Or at least make it sound like you didn't smoke 4 packs of cigarettes a day.
You had made it 3 years without getting COVID-19, but finally it got you. Despite the 2 original vaccines and 2 boosters. Your number eventually came up. You knew it would eventually. You just hoped the vaccines would make the illness shorter still.
"Well, I feel like I swallowed broken bits of light bulb, and I had a coughing fit so bad earlier I nearly puked. So I'm fucking fabulous."
They never mentioned a side effect of COVID was that it made you mean. Of course, maybe that was just you. You knew with your asthma you had to throw everything at this now just in case. So that was what you were doing. Currently waiting for your 6 hours between NyQuil shots with an ibuprofen chaser to elapse so you could top yourself up and get a good 3 hour nap before starting the waiting process all over again.
It made matters even worse that the moment you tested positive you basically became a leper. Stephen, Wong, and America banished you to the bedroom and adjoining bathroom. Wong even put up a quarantine spell that would alert them if you tried to leave the room.
You understood why. The Sorcerer Supreme and one of the Avengers getting severely ill probably wouldn't be a good thing. Much too tempting for the forces of evil. No one really knew if America could get COVID, having traveled the multiverse she probably had antibodies to things that didn't even exist in your world, but it was better safe than sorry.
Still though, a cuddle sounded really good right about now, and that was one thing Stephen couldn't give you. At least not until you were no longer contagious. You still had a couple days to go before that was even a possibility.
He was doing his absolute best to give you anything he thought you might need. Leaving trays and bags of food and medicine. Occasionally throwing in some candy or a random little treat he thought would cheer you up. He was trying so hard. Especially when you knew he wasn't exactly known for his bedside manner as a Doctor.
You hated snapping at him. You just felt genuinely terrible, and you knew that you just had to ride it out. For the most part, by yourself. It almost felt worse when he would check on you, knowing that you couldn't go hug him or even hold his hand without exposing him even more than you already had.
"I know you are miserable right now, and I know I don't have to keep bringing you all sorts of stuff beyond food and drugs. However, America showed me something that we both decided you needed. It's a friend to keep you company."
He reached inside and set down a large plain white paper gift bag. Stepping back and closing the door so you could move to get the bag, taking it back to your spot by the tub before looking in the bag.
As you peeked in the bag, you were immediately about to burst into tears. Inside was a fairly large brown teddy bear. What made it special though was that it was styled to look like Stephen.
It had blue eyes and a very dark brown goatee on its face. That alone was enough to make you giggle. The fact that it was wearing a version of Stephen's blue sorcerer's robes and it's own little Cloak Of Levitation attached to it's shoulders with velcro was just icing on the cake.
It was perfect. Soft and perfect size to snuggle while still being well formed enough that stayed looking like Stephen. Just Stephen in teddy bear form.
"Stephen, it's perfect! I love him so much! This is exactly what I needed. Thank you"
He peeked back through the door to see you already snuggling the bear tight to your chest. Happy tears on your cheeks and for the first time in days a smile on your face.
You couldn't see it behind his mask, but he was smiling too. So relieved that he could make you feel better even for just a little but. He figured you missed cuddling. He knew that he missed it. He had stolen one of your sweatshirts to snuggle, so he thought it was perfect when America showed him the bear.
Now once you were better, he might have a problem with the bear if he was there for you to cuddle instead. He would deal with that when the time came though. For now, he would share you.
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Let Me Take Care Of You
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Artwork from @petite-madame
Pairing Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader
Fluffy/Comfort (Established Relationship)
Warnings: Just mentions of blood and wounds
Synopsis: When Stephen comes home covered in blood after a battle, the reader helps him bathe (giving some well deserved attention to his long hair) and treat his wounds.
Word Count: 1,376k
Writers note: This is just a fluffy fic for people who have a kink in Defender Strange's long hair. It's quite simple and short but I hope you like it. More will come for Defender Strange lovers, so dont worry ;)
As usual I would like to remind you guys that english is not my first language, so I apologize for some grammatical mistakes.
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You were starting to get worried when you noticed the hours passing by. The day turned to night and you didn't have any news from Stephen or Wong who left in the morning saying they would solve a small problem and come back for dinner. They didn't come back and you couldn't have dinner. You kept waiting for them with your heart in your hand.
You and Stephen had been together for a while, you practically lived in the Sanctum since you spent most of your time there when you weren't working.
You tried their cell phones again, but they didn't answer. You were almost crying when a golden portal opened in the middle of the room and the two men walked through it.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was?!" You stopped staring at the two who stumbled through the portal.
Wong had some scratches on his face and he was covered in dirt and stuff you didn't even want to know what it was, but Stephen was covered in blood from head to toe. Long hair hanging messy from its ponytail and soaked in blood like everything else.
"My God, Stephen" You ran to him, but he stopped you.
"I'm fine, my love, the blood is not mine" He said breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon.
"At least not all of it" Wong muttered pulling away and facing you. "He is injured, needs care. I would help, but since you're here I'll take the opportunity to clean myself of this thing."
Wong opened a portal to his room.
Stephen did the same and you followed watching him walk slowly clearly in pain. He didn't want you to get dirty, but he was too tired to object when you decidedly helped him out of his boots and tunic.
You turned on the shower and took off your clothes by going under the water with him.
"What dirt is this? What happened?"
He smirked amused at your concern for him.
"Things got a little out of control, but we managed to solve it."
You ran your hand gently through his hair, loosening it from the hair tie and letting the water wash away most of the dirt.
"You call this solving? I don't even want to know what those things stuck in your hair are."
He smiled running a hand over his face. He knew you were mad because he worried you, but he couldn't help but find it charming that you'd wait for him at home. He still hadn't gotten used to it. Sometimes he thought he didn't deserve you.
"It would be easier if you had shorter hair if you're going to get home in that state!"
He smiled teasingly "And you would allow me to cut my hair?"
You sighed irritably "No, I wouldn't"
He smirked mischievously.
"You can wipe that smile off your face, I'm mad at you" You said and he pulled you into his arms teasing.
"You can't be mad at me, I was saving the world."
You rolled your eyes and rubbed his chest with your hands noticing as the water drained the blood from his skin that he had some nasty scratches and cuts on his chest and the sides of his ribs.
"More scars" You said sighing "Every time you leave I don't know if you'll come back or how you'll come back. Do you have any idea how scary this is for me, Stephen?"
You were grateful that Stephen defended you and the world from the horrible dangers that lurked, but you couldn't help but worry about him. Sorcerer Supreme or not, he was human and as prone to getting hurt as anyone and more.
"Good to know you don't mind the scars. If I remember correctly you said they were sexy." He said making fun. Stephen was acting cuter today than usual.
You slapped his chest "I'm serious, Defender Strange!"
He agreed "I know, my love. I'm sorry, but that's my job, there's nothing I can do to change that."
You sighed picking up the shampoo bottle from the floor and placing a generous amount in the palm of your hand.
"Turn around. Let me clean this mess."
He turned his back to you, lowering his head slightly so you could reach to apply shampoo to his hair. He loved it when you acted like that, so authoritative.
You massaged it with your fingertips, rinsed and repeated the process.
"You're right to be angry" He cooed turning to look at you and running his hand through his hair helping to rinse it "I promise I'll try to delegate some of my activities and spend more time with you."
You crossed your arms like a spoiled child " It's not just that. You know how I worry about you. I don't know what I would do if something happened. You're everything to me."
He smiled. "I know. You know I love you. You are the most important thing in this world to me."
He kissed your forehead and you sighed, letting your irritation give way to the relief you felt that he was home and safe.
You took the bottle of your conditioner and applied it to his hair, feeling it soften in your fingers. You loved his hair, you loved taking care of it, touching it. You would never let him cut that hair.
He soaped himself and turned you around soaping your back and neck.
When you finally finished showering, you forced him to sit at the foot of the bed to get a good look at his wounds. They weren't deep, they just needed some good care.
"I'm fine, don't worry, my love."
You stared at him decisively and he gave in letting you take care of him.
"I assume you haven't eaten anything" He said watching as you took the materials to bandage his rib wounds.
"Do you really think I could eat while waiting for you?"
He nodded, grimacing in pain as you applied the medication and tightened the bandage a little tighter than necessary.
"I'm not going to get rid of this so easily, am I?" He muttered while you dried his hair with a soft towel. You didn't answer, instead you stared at the wet hair that dripped over his shoulders.
"Could you..." You moved your hands imitating his gestures when doing magic. He sighed and snapped his fingers and his hair was completely dry.
You combed his hair slowly and tied it neatly into a ponytail.
You stared at him for a minute, now clean and beautiful and safe inside the house and your eyes filled with tears.
"Hey, baby, what happened?" He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his arms.
"I... I'm so afraid of losing you, Stephen."
He sighed "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere" He pulled you to his lips and his hands went down your back over the robe.
You stood there cuddled with his head resting on your chest until the tears stopped and you sighed heavily.
"I'm going to make you pay for this in a not-so-subtle way."
He smirked "Promise?"
You couldn't help but smile.
"I'll let you punish me the way you want."
Now you smirked. "Yeah? The Sorcerer Supreme of our universe totally given over to me to do as I please?"
He nodded "Just for you, my love."
You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged it hard. He hissed, but you got up and started to get dressed.
"Accept this as part of the punishment." You smiled maliciously
"I'm starving. After dinner I will think of some ways to punish you properly.""
He hummed and hugged you from behind "I'm all yours and completely at your mercy, my love"
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Melancholy (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Request: I would love to see a Stephen x Reader where the reader starts to be very sad all the time. Stephen finds out and comforts her the best they can.
Tags: Angst with a happy-ish ending, description of panic attacks, depression, and anxiety. Please don't read it if it may be triggering.
Word count: 1.5k
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Sadness seemed to be a natural component of your being. You always told yourself that melancholy came with a writer’s heart, passing the sombre feeling as a necessity for your inspiration. The feeling, however, had grown silently lately, moving from a simple undertone of your writing persona to an overwhelming everyday feeling. You had tried your best to hide it from Stephen, not wanting to be an inconvenience. Your boyfriend was busy enough dealing with saving the universe and rediscovering himself. You were his rock, constant support, not another trouble for him to worry about. 
He had been gone a lot, which had made the sadness grow faster but had also made it easier to hide it all away. You had enough time to prepare for when you saw him, to keep the anxiousness in check and to be there for him. Stephen had, in all honesty, been too busy to notice the slight changes, simply brushing it off as your usual writing stress. He had actually not noticed you had stopped writing altogether. It wasn’t his fault, though. You lied to him about it every time he asked, making excuses for not sharing your new inexistent work. 
Then he was gone again, another mission, saving the world with Wong, and you were left alone in the Sanctum. That’s when the panic attacks started. Sometimes, you would grow so sad that it would just take over your body. You had found that sitting on the floor and letting it out was the best way to deal with it. The coolness of the marble floors grounded you slightly as you held on tightly to a pillow, afraid if you didn’t, you would lose your mind.
Just one more night, you bargained with your sadness and fears, hoping Stephen would come home and everything would magically be okay. Stephen didn’t come home, though, at least not for the rest of the week. The lack of communication made it all worse, but you tried to keep it together, at least during the day when the risk of visitors was high. This, however, did not last past the afternoon as the fear crept in with the sundown, letting the sadness fill the room with the darkness. You struggled to sleep as your mind refused to stop, bombarding you with a sadder thought each chance it got. The more you hoped they would go away, the more present they became, and that’s how you ended up begging for the sunrise.
You had lost count of the days as you only slept a few hours during the morning, waking up with a dooming feeling of the approaching evening. It had become a vicious cycle, and you felt wholly engulfed by it. That afternoon as the sun went down and the sanctum was filled with a daunting red hue, you could not help but cry, sob uncontrollably as you wished the star would simply stop his dissent. 
Your hold on the pillow was not enough, so you pressed your face against it, letting your tears soak the soft material and bring some relief to the overstimulation of your senses as panic set in. In the middle of your frenzy, you failed to hear the sound of a portal opening in front of you as Stephen walked right in, an exhausted look stamped across his face.
It took him a second to compute what was happening as he was not even sure the woman on the floor was you, but as he heard your sobs, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He knelt by your side immediately, “my love? Darling? What’s wrong? What happened?” 
You thought you were dreaming of your boyfriend’s voice. Your delusions had finally taken over. You had gone completely mad. You decided to answer it, leaning on to that little bit of calm that sound gave you. Your hold of the pillow over your face became weaker, but your sobs grew shorter and shorter as you struggled to breathe, “m-ake ’t sto-p.”
“What, my love? What’s hurting you?” He asked shaking your shoulder slightly, trying to get you away from the pillow, growing increasingly worried by your hectic breathing. 
“The sun- m-ake ’t sto-p.” You whispered as he moved away, slightly confused, trying to figure out what you meant by that. He got up quickly, closing the curtains and causing you to start hyperventilating. You finally lifted your face from the pillow as you noticed the complete lack of light, running to the window and pushing Stephen out of the way to open the curtains again. “N-no.”
Stephen stood a couple of steps away, unsure of what had happened, deeply regretting ever going on this mission at all. “My love, please talk to me.” 
You turned around, feeling a slight relief in the little bit of sunlight that was left. Finally realising Stephen was really there, he was real, not just in your mind. You immediately panicked, realising what he had seen, ashamed you had let it get this bad. You looked down and tried to speak, “I am sorry. I was just… it won’t happen again. I am glad you are back.” 
You wanted to hug him, kiss him, and make sure he would never leave again, but instead, you walked away. Sure that after he saw you like this, he wouldn’t think twice about leaving you. He walked behind you, confused, worried, terribly worried after finding you like this. “My love, what happened? What was that?” His question was stupid. He knew what that was, but somehow, his brain couldn’t accept it. 
You didn’t answer, simply entering your bedroom, sitting on your bed, and looking out of the window. 
“Speak to me… did something happen while I was gone?” He stood before you, casting a shadow over your figure, making you feel smaller than ever. 
“Everything is okay… you were not supposed to see that.” You cleaned your tears with your sleeve, looking down, unsure whether you were more scared of the repercussions of this incident or the impending darkness. 
“I-I was not supposed to see that? What does that even mean? Has this been happening for a while? Talk to me. Please.” Stephen knelt before you, reaching for your hands and holding them between his. You kept your eyes closed, hoping you wouldn’t need to say anything. “Say something.” He was growing impatient, the fear taking over his common sense. 
“I’ve just been a little sad,” you finally spoke, in a tiny whisper, feeling that admission to anything else would break you completely. 
“That was not a little sad,” he responded sceptical, wondering how negligent he must have been not to notice the signs. 
“Let’s just say the sadness has been piling up, and I started drowning. I am okay now, you are back.” You didn’t look at him. You felt like a thief that had been caught red-handed. 
“How long have you been having panic attacks?”
“I don’t know,” you whispered, but his hand found your chin forcing you to finally meet his gaze. 
“Don’t lie to me,” his tone was severe. He was mad, mostly at himself for being so careless but also at you for hiding this from him. 
“Since you left,” you broke away from his touch. 
“And before?”
“I was just sad,” you felt new tears start to form as you closed your eyes. “I know you have too much to deal with, saving the universe and all. I didn’t want to bother.”
He shook his head before grabbing your face with both hands, “listen to me. You are my one priority, not the universe, not my title or anything else in between. I am yours first and foremost. There is no reason to save the universe if I am neglecting you. I’ve lost enough to understand that you are just worth so much more than anything else.” You felt tears run down your cheeks as you closed your eyes, feeling instant relief in his words, feeling like you could breathe again. It was temporary peace, but sharing this burden with him had taken some of its weight off of you. “I love you, and I want you to tell me everything about this sadness. We will talk to someone that can help. You don’t have to do this alone, my love. I am here, and I’ll make sure to do everything I can to help.”
“Even stop the twilight,” you whispered, causing him to chuckle slightly. 
“I would stop time if it made you feel better, darling.”
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YES, you should continue! Omg, mom!wanda x teen!reader is my religion, mainly when SW is the mom 🛐🛐🛐
Then continue I shall! This part is shorter but there’s probably going to be several more parts if people are interested.
part 1
Wanda started performing the spell that would keep Y/N safe. She hadn’t worked this hard to keep her just to lose her to Dr. Strange of all people. Red energy swirled around her as graves around the world began to open up, its inhabitants crawling out and heading to Wanda’s towering cabin. The undead army surrounded the cabin’s foundation, preparing to obey the Scarlet Witch’s every command. Wanda flew out the front door of the cabin and landed in front of her army.
“Listen,” she said, “The sorcerer is probably on his way right now to take Y/N away from me. See to it that this doesn’t happen. Protect Y/N at all costs.”
A chorus of grunts and shouts erupted from the army. Satisfied, Wanda stood at the front and waited for the inevitable confrontation.
“Let me get this straight,” Wong started, “you want me, the Sorcerer Supreme, to drop everything I’m doing… to rescue one girl?”
“Wanda has her under some kind of spell, Wong, one that only the Sorcerer Supreme can break.” Dr. Strange argued.
There was a long pause.
“…Fine,” Wong sighed, “let’s get this over with.”
Wanda watched as the two sorcerers appeared on the horizon.
“Here they come,” Wanda said, “be ready.”
Wanda’s army began to advance. No sooner had Wanda taken a step that her surroundings became inverted and distorted. The undead army looked around in bewilderment. Wanda tilted her head to one side. So that was how Strange was going to play? Wanda stretched out her hand at the mirror wall; her hand passed through the wall as though it were made of water. Wanda smiled; two can play at this game.
Y/N looked up from the book she was reading when she heard the sound of sparks. She stared at her bedroom doorway to see a yellow sparks forming some kind of portal. The strange man from before stepped through the portal and into her room. This time, he was accompanied by another man dressed in similar robes.
“C-can I help you?” Y/N asked.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” the second man said, “we’re here to rescue you. Please come with us.”
“Rescue me?” Y/N asked. She pointed to the strange man in blue robes, “you’re the one my mom warned me about. I’m not going anywhere with either of you!”
“If you don’t come with us, Y/N, we’ll have to take you by force,” the strange man said.
Y/N summoned her own power.
“Just you try,” she growled.
The strange man sighed and gave the other man a tired look. The other man nodded and shot out a glowing, yellow rope. It snagged Y/N’s waist and dragged her forward. Y/N threw a beam of ice at the intruders, which they blocked with magic shields. They had almost dragged Y/N through the portal when something caught her eye. Wanda was standing inside her floor-length mirror.
“Mom!?” Y/N exclaimed.
Wanda climbed out of the mirror and into Y/N’s bedroom.
“Let Y/N go now.” Wanda said.
“Not until you release her mind,” the second man countered.
Wanda charged up her magic, her eyes glowing red.
“Time to go,” The second man said, dragging Y/N the rest of the way through the portal.
“Mom!” Y/N cried.
The portal closed before Wanda could get through. The glowing yellow rope around Y/N’s waist dissipated. Y/N got a look at her surroundings. She was in some kind of ancient building.
“Welcome to Kamar-Taj,” the strange man said, “now let’s see about fixing your mind.”
Wanda stepped outside her cabin and felt around for the mirror dimension. She cracked it open with a blast of magic, releasing her army from the mirrored prison. The army stumbled out of the cracks, then stood at attention to await the Scarlet Witch’s orders.
“Prepare to leave,” Wanda said, “we’re getting my Y/N back.”
part 3
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Anime/Game Characters x reader oneshots and Headcanons (mostly gender neutral)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3y7lDza
by LiamOwada
Words: 16960, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Danganronpa, ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Jjba - Fandom, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Sally Face - Fandom, Naruto, ddlc, haikyuu, Haikyuu!, Akudama Drive (Anime), anime - Fandom, Video Games - Fandom, Darwin's Game (Anime), Banana Fish (Anime & Manga), Life is Strange (Video Game), Shall We Date?: Obey Me!, 未来日記 | Mirai Nikki | Future Diary, mirai nikki, Yakuza Goes Houseman
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Other
Relationships: Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Kuwata Leon/Reader, Nijimura Okuyasu/Reader, Ishimaru Kiyotaka/Reader, Iruma Miu/Reader, Ghiaccio (JoJo)/Reader, Joestar Joseph/reader, Kakyoin Noriaki/Reader, Tanaka Gundham/Reader, Larry Johnson/Reader, Shorter Wong/Reader, Fujisaki Chihiro/Reader
Additional Tags: Fluff, Lemon, Smut, Angst
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3y7lDza
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mmmegumiii · 2 years
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.ೃ࿔ banana fish
sometimes i reblog DARK CONTENT, and some readers or viewers can find that type of content as triggering. i tag the DC to the best of my abilities.
MINORS BLOCK #DAMN
 
ash lynx // aslan callenreese
➙ asheiji (ASH x EIJI)
 
lee yut-lung
 
okumura eiji
➙ asheiji (ASH x EIJI)
 
sing soo-ling
 
skipper
 
shorter wong
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babypinkhearts · 3 years
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aaaaaaaah sorry if this is bad but omg ash x reader where she finds him in the library and she rides in the ambulance w him to the hospital! she stays and helps him recover bc he won’t tell the hospital who to contact for him (like family) and she wants to stay to talk w him and help him heal (mentally and physically). like an angst to fluff scenario bc as we know he is a bit of a prickly cactus!
SPOILERS FOR THE END OF BANANA FISH
this! is! amazing! i will gladly write it - thank you so much! <3
fun fact: i wrote this around three times before finally coming up with the final product :’) very frustrating, but i think i like this version the best :)
hope you like it!
pairing: ash lynx + reader
warnings: spoilers for banana fish, mention of blood, angst
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as much as you tried - you couldn’t get your hands to stop shaking.
you felt unstable. your leg was tapping against the floor uncontrollably. your stomach felt sick.
you had washed your hands five times already.
you had watched the blood go down the drain.
but you could still see it.
the image of your hands darkened with red - it was something that you realized would be difficult to forget.
if you had taken a few more minutes to get to the library - would he have made it?
it was a sickening thought.
luck had truly been on your side.
your head craned to the side.
he was fast asleep.
no matter how much you looked to him for reassurance - you couldn’t stop the thoughts of what could’ve happened if you weren’t there to help.
but, he was here now.
breathing. alive.
you watched his face.
he had soft features. a beautiful complexion.
how did such an angel get himself into this mess?
hesitantly, you reached out to him.
you wanted to move his hair out of his face - it looked like it was uncomfortable.
but the second your hand made contact with him-
his eyes sprung wide open.
with a gasp, you retracted your hand as quickly as you could.
the boy immediately sat up from his bed, cursing at the pain in his abdomen.
he looked panicked - his eyes quickly moving around the room.
widening your eyes, you shook your head at him, hastily moving beside him and gently pushing down his shoulders.
“hey, hey, hey.” you comforted, looking at him. “don’t sit up - you have a pretty bad wound on your side-“
he roughly pushed your hands away, and before you could react,
he elbowed your stomach hard.
with a choked gasp, you immediately moved back, your hand hovering over the pained spot.
“who are you!? back up right now-“
he cut himself off, his eyes meeting your own.
the boy blinked, staring for a few seconds.
not one ounce of hostility was on your face.
instead, you seemed rather frightened.
ultimately, he looked away from the eye contact.
you watched his gaze as it trailed down, scanning his surroundings.
his eyes stopped at the iv connected to the middle of his arm.
his shoulders relaxed.
“a hospital.” he exhaled.
his expression was unreadable.
and almost in defeat,
he sunk back down to the bed.
his eyes stayed fixed to the ceiling.
“sorry about that...”
you stood still for a moment, processing his words.
the ache in your stomach was still prominent, but bearable.
you leaned against the door frame, unsure if you should call the nurse in.
the boy seemed stable - but his oddly calm composure was a bit unsettling.
“who are you?”
the sudden question startled you, and your head immediately snapped back up to meet his eyes.
as you expected - he still wasn’t facing you.
clearing your throat, you fiddled with the hem of your sweatshirt.
if anything, you would’ve liked to avoid telling him what happened.
reliving the scene in your head was a nightmare.
nonetheless, you complied with his question.
“i found you... in the library.” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.
it had been a typical morning. you were planning on staying for an hour or so to study for your finals at your local library.
he was just... there.
peacefully. his eyes were closed.
and as you approached,
you noticed the pool of red forming around him.
you weren’t too happy recalling the events of the past couple of hours - the memories left you anxious and it felt impossible to stop thinking about them.
but, the boy deserved the right to know.
you didn’t leave out a single detail - you told everything how you experienced it.
though, throughout the summary, you couldn’t help but notice his face.
it was stoic.
“and why are you here?”
you blinked.
staring at your book bag that was discarded on a chair, you sighed.
“i needed to make sure you were going to make it.”
it was purely your instict.
you had never met this man in your life, yet something told you that you couldn’t just discard him and move on.
“i’m sorry if it’s a bit intrusive, but when i saw you lying there, i-“
you cut yourself off, realizing that your hands were beginning to shake.
you had helped stop the bleeding.
no amount of blood like that should ever be on someone’s hands.
ultimately, you knew the sight would scar you for longer than you would like. you were still able to feel like red liquid.
you had no regrets over your involvement - you knew you had helped him.
though, the outcomes of the experience made you nauseous to think about.
you noticed the boy had grown quiet.
from the corner of your eye, you could see him looking up at you from his resting position on the bed.
he wasn’t trying to be subtle about it, you knew that much.
if only he could see every thought racing through your head.
crossing your arms, you glanced at him.
“are you... in a lot of pain?”
you found yourself asking the question with a much quieter tone, as the aggression in the air faded away as quickly as it had arrived.
he seemed to take notice of the change, looking away from you.
“no - well, not right now at least.”
you chewed your lip, nodding at his response.
good, you thought. he was doing okay.
feeling that the tension in the room had significantly lowered, you decided to have a seat on the chair across from the hospital bed.
the boy voiced no objections, simply watching you as you got comfortable.
“what’s your name?”
the sudden question gained your attention, and you found yourself looking up at him once more.
with a sheepish laugh, you shook your head. “right, i should’ve told you that off the bat.”
crossing your legs while leaning a little forward, you gave him a small smile.
“it’s y/n. yours?”
he seemed to hesitate for a moment, his eyes studying you for a quick second.
he seemed to be having a debate in his head.
“aslan.”
the corner of your lips slightly turned upwards, and you nodded.
“that’s pretty unique. i like it.”
he didn’t respond to you, quietly laying back down the best he could under his uncomfortable bandages.
chewing your lip, you looked to the door of the room.
you hadn’t alerted the nurses about him yet.
clearing your throat, you looked to aslan.
“hey, i think we should call someone in, we gotta tell them you’re awa-“
“hello sir! it seems you’ve slept well enough.”
abruptly, a nurse walked through the door, clipboard in hand.
she kindly smiled at you, walking past to go towards the computer at the edge of the room.
your eyes wandered to aslan, who had once again sat up.
his calm demeanor lingered.
another person came into the room, this time wearing a white coat, which you quickly identified as the doctor.
“good afternoon to the both of you.” he greeted as he walked in, briefly waving before joining the nurse’s side.
the doctor turned to you, motioning to aslan.
“we need to take a couple of screenings and tests on him, and they may take a bit longer than liked. it might be best to head home for-“
“no, it’s okay. she’ll stay.”
surprised, you looked to aslan.
he was avoiding your eye contact, chatting along with the nurse as she asked him questions.
you relaxed in your seat with a small smile.
as days passed on, you never failed to show up for your daily visits.
you would talk of the most random topics.
the conversations always felt so natural. there were no awkward silences, and no pauses while trying to figure out what to bring up next.
it was strange how perfectly the two of you got along.
you eventually came to the conclusion that aslan wasn’t the rude stuck-up boy you had originally met. it was a front.
admittedly, he was closed off for the first couple of visits.
his answers would either be blunt or off putting, but it never discouraged you from continuing to talk to him.
he believed you were too kind for your own good.
“okay! i brought you...”
aslan watched as you entered his room with two large bags, placing them on to a table at the corner of the room.
you began to take the items out, opening each box to see what laid inside.
“i got you a bagel-“ you paused, narrowing your eyes at him. “you like bagels, right?”
he blinked, looking at the box in your hand.
“yeah, that’s fine.” he nodded, smiling when you turned back around.
too kind for your own good.
“how has all this hospital food not made you crazy? i took one bite out of the sandwich i got in the cafeteria and bolted straight out to get you something decent.”
aslan chuckled at your rambling, nodding to you in appreciation as you handed him his food.
“an nyc bagel, cream cheese, orange juice, and half of a blt. not too bad for breakfast, right?” you smiled, reaching into the other bag to get your own food.
“thank you.” he softly replied, unboxing his food and grabbing the utensils you left beside him.
glancing to you, he moved a little to the side of the bed, patting at the new open space.
looking up, you sent a him a grin, sitting beside him as you placed your food in front of you.
“the café i got this stuff from - they had the sweetest cashier ever. she complimented my shirt and then told me-“
aslan listened to you intently, quietly chewing his food (which tasted like heaven compared to what he had been given the past two weeks).
every so often, he’d chime in, or chuckle as you mentioned something amusing.
he was in a bliss when it came to you.
unfortunately, visiting hours were a period of time that would eventually be over.
but he reminded himself that he would see you again tomorrow.
and the more he thought about it,
the more he believed he’d like to see you every day.
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No One Else (Just You and Me) - Shorter Wong
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“When Shorter was manipulated to join the lee clan how about Yut lung also took his s/o and threatened to kill/hurt them.”
I literally got this request three months ago and, after setback after setback, it’s finally done. I’d like to apologize for such a long wait for this, the ending just never sounded right, the dialogue bothered me, it just wasn’t coming together. After reworking most of this, it finally sounds acceptable, so I hope it’s, at least somewhat, worth the wait.
It also deviated slightly from the prompt and definitely from the actual storyline in Banana Fish, but it was close and I’m happy with the result.
Shrill ringing broke the stillness of the apartment bathed in the late afternoon glow. You'd been lazing around since arriving home, too exhausted from a long day at work to do anything but plop down on the couch and mindlessly watch whatever played on screen. In the haze of a lazy afternoon, you'd forgotten to message your boyfriend, currently off doing God-knows-what with his friends. Then again, Shorter had always been like that, running around with his gang or with Ash; should anyone need anything, and he was there, no questions asked.
Would've been nice to know where he was though. Now over a week ago, he'd left for what he called a "quick weekend trip up north" with Ash, Eiji, and two older men you weren't acquainted with. Sometime during said trip, "plan's changed," he'd rushed over the phone. Now they were headed west, not stopping by for explanations or supplies, once again just taking off.
"We'll be back home soon, I promise babe."
At the time, you'd laughed it off and made Ash swear over the speaker to keep Shorter out of trouble. As time went on, however, you were increasingly concerned. Whatever had driven them out west was certainly unknown to you, and you weren't too keen on finding out what it was.
If it was anything like their normal shenanigans or related in any way to their line of work, you'd be more than content to remain in the dark.
The ringing of your cellphone had stopped, starting again as you jolted out of your daze. Praying it was your partner on the line, you pulled yourself up and shuffled to the counter where your belongings lay.
Sure enough, it was your beloved boyfriend trying to reach you. "Where are you?"
"Jeez Shorter, forgotten your manners out in the country? Can't spare your lover a simple greeting, hmm?"
"Where are you?"
The hiss in his tone and aggravated tone sent a chill down your spine, dissolving any humor you had at the ready. "I... I'm at home. Where-"
"LA. Stay there, don't leave. I'll have some of the guys check- wait shit." His voice trailed off, muttering to himself a string of incoherent words over the line. "Ash's boys will stop by. You know Bones and Kong. Remember em, right?"
LA? That wasn't just west, that was the clear other side of the country. And while you attempted to stay out of gang business, you had met some of Shorter and Ash's men, the former due to his overprotective and at times paranoid behavior while being introduced to the later's in passing. "Wha- What about Lao or Sing? Surely they-"
"Too dangerous, shit's already fucked as it is." He paused, a rustle sounding past the phone. Knowing Shorter, he was probably running a hand through his neon mohawk, a typical response he had while deep in stressed-out thought. His voice came through again, quieter this time with a subtle shake to it. "Maybe. They wouldn't... surely. Still, can't take those chances. Bones and Kong will do just fine. Answer the door for them and them only."
Trembling now, you mumbled a "got it." A second passed before you continued. "Sweetheart, what's going-"
Two knocks sounded at your door, a stark difference from the pounding and banging that usually alerted you or Shorter to a presence outside your door. Minutes previous, an unknown number sent you a simple message, stating that it was Kong on his way in tow with Bones; they'd be there any minute. Surely the knock was them.
Thumping of heavy footsteps and wind rushing past the receiver stopped your question, your boyfriend cursing under breath on the other side. He said no more before the call ended, leaving you alone once more. 
---
Two more knocks sounded followed by an eerie stillness. Bones and Kong weren't the silent types, so the quiet of the building around you raised suspicion. You were expecting them, sure, but Shorter was clearly afraid of something, something he didn't want you facing.
In all honesty, Shorter was afraid of everything when it concerned you, be it your attention on anything or anyone that wasn't him to spending your days apart doing your respective jobs. He'd joked on more than one occasion with an unnerving glint in his umber eyes that he should lock you in the apartment where only he could interact with you. No more job, no more social media, no more friends or family. Just you and Shorter.
You'd laughed and told him to stop messing around. Shorter only held you tighter, reluctant to let you go in the morning. 
Three knocks, sharp and clear sounded this time, impatient at a lack of response. Maybe your boyfriend was more protective and clingy than he should be, but maybe that was a result of leading the most powerful gang in Chinatown, second only to the Lee Clan. He'd made plenty of enemies on his own, let alone being Ash Lynx's right-hand man. Certainly, the knocking sounded more sophisticated and dignified than the usual gangsters trying to break the door down, but that in itself scared you enough. Whoever it was, dignified or otherwise, could be a danger to you; it sounded like anyone who wasn't with Shorter or Bones and Kong were at this point.
Grabbing a baseball bat you kept near the coat rack and pulling one of your boyfriend's switchblades from a stray jacket pocket, you peered through the peephole, your gaze falling on a lone, sharply dressed man. Whoever he was, he definitely wasn't a gangster. Mafia perhaps? But Shorter had kept as far of a distance from any of the local mobs or even the Lee Clan as possible; you'd never known him to have angered any of them.
But if he had... that wasn't why the boys were in Los Angeles, was it? It couldn't be, no.
As if he could see through the peephole or merely felt your presence through the door, the man outside finally spoke. "Excuse me. I was wondering if I could speak to anyone from the Wong residence."
Your breathing stopped, hoping that maybe he'd go away.
Trying again, he asked, "Is there anyone home? This is of the utmost importance."
Dread, thick and overwhelming started to creep in on you. The stranger didn't seem to be in any rush, he could definitely wait you out or at least until Bones and Kong arrived, when you'd have to let them in and reveal someone had been home the whole time. You'd have to shoo him away, there wasn't a way around it.
Against your better judgment and Shorter's ominous warning earlier in the day, you latched the door and adjusted the grip on both your bat and blade before unlocking the door, letting it creak open just enough for one eye to peek through to the hallway.
The well-dressed stranger straightened up slightly, nodding to you in greeting. "Apologies for the interruption, but as I stated, this is urgent business. Would you happen to live at this residence?"
Without thinking, you gave one, silent nod, not trusting your words to be enough.
"Then you would know Shorter Wong? I have information that he too lives in this particular apartment."
Again, you nodded, albeit shakier this time. In your stress, you found no sense in lying, though perhaps that would have been wise.
"Excellent. May I ask you to step outside for just a moment?"
You shook your head rapidly, already moving to close the door on him.
His face betrayed no emotion. "Please, it will take just one moment."
You refused him an answer, pushing the door farther. He merely switched tactics, dropping the eloquence of his words and politeness in the questioning.
"I understand you're quite close to Shorter."
You paused, hesitated; that was all he needed.
Coldly, he continued, "Got himself into some trouble. Looks like he won't be back for some time."
In a panic, you cracked the door back open, ready to ask what he was talking about when the man lunged forward, the opening just wide enough for him to grasp your arm roughly. A prick of a needle into your skin, an instant exhaustion overtaking your senses. Slumping forwards, grip on your only means of protection loosening as your eyelids fell.
A sharp scent wafted through your nose, waking you suddenly from the spell you'd been under. Your limbs felt like lead, heavy and immovable, as your head pounded furiously.
"Then again, he shouldn't have allied himself with Lynx and betrayed the Lee family."
---
Instantly, the man from the hallway and the strange prick in your arm returned to the forefront of your mind along with his claims of the trouble Shorter was in.
You weakly sat up with a groan, hands held to your forehead in an attempt to compose yourself. The danger he mentioned seemed to match with the fear you'd observed over the phone, the danger he wanted you far away from.
The danger you now found yourself engrossed in.
Squinting your eyes from the harsh artificial light, your gaze finally landed on the only other visible form in the room. You'd half expected the man from the hallway, not the stunning visage of an elegantly dressed teenager before you. Predatory eyes studied your form as a Cheshire grin stretched across his features.
"Took you long enough. You sleep like the dead." What a pleasant greeting.
Pushing his jest to the side, a question fell past your lips. "And you are?"
A huff sounded from the boy across from you as he rolled his eyes, finishing with a glare your way. "Hilarious. I wasn't aware you were a comedian."
You didn't answer, staring ahead blankly.
Waiting a moment longer for any response, the boy's eyes widened, clearly taken aback by your lack of recognition. "You can't be serious."
You were.
"You... You honestly don't know who I am?"
You didn't.
"Do you have any clue where you are?"
Thinking for a moment, you wanted to answer in the negative before recalling the stranger from the hallway's words. He'd mentioned the Lee Clan and how Shorter had somehow wronged them. By process of elimination...
"Uh, is this the Lee home?"
Another huff. "One of them."
"So... you must be a Lee?"
A snake-like smirk settled upon his face. "Took you long enough, but you got there. Yut-Lung Lee, seventh son of my father."
You hesitated, making an attempt at collecting your thoughts before the words spilled from your lips. "This matters why?"
The boy before you erupted in cruel, shrill laughter, sinister in nature at the bluntness, if not rudeness, of your question. Truly what you'd said wasn't funny, not humorous in the slightest; your best guess was that it was a thinly veiled attempt at keeping his anger at bay. 
Judging by the sudden leap from his seat and dagger pushed against your throat, your assumption must have been correct. 
Breath hot on your ear, Yut-Lung forced a chuckle before growling menacingly, "It matters because, if not for my generosity and goodwill, you'd be dead by now, or at least wish you were dead, so I'd watch your tongue and show a bit more gratitude if I were unfortunate enough to find myself in a situation such as yours."
It was your turn to express disbelief, scoffing at his claims. 
"I'm being serious, so treat this matter as such. I could hurt you; my brothers would do things far worse. They know no mercy while I retain my humanity." His tone was asking for the gratitude he'd hinted at earlier, a luxury you would not afford him. 
"Says the brat threatening my life," you growled venomously. "You cannot claim to be oh so merciful when holding a blade to the neck of an innocent person."
A melancholic glint settled in his eyes. "Sure, you didn't do anything wrong per se, but Shorter loves you, he'd do quite literally anything for you, and I need leverage. Simple as that."
"Whatever. It's all gang business, I get that. But torturing me half to death isn't necessary," you spat.
Silence passed between you two, Yut-Lung thinking on your words before drawing his dagger away from you, straightening up in the process. "No, not at all necessary, I'll give you that."
Hope sparked within your chest at his words, only to be doused as he continued while making his way to the door. "But if I am to be given the answers and results desired by my brothers and those even higher than them, it may be our only option." 
The ornate door serving as the room's only exit flew open before Yut-Lung could reach for its sparkling golden handle, a panicked man rushing through the threshold. Stumbling through his words, he hastily explained to the Lee son the situation at hand as a distinct bang sounded down the hallway, followed by hollering and chaotic shouting.
Yut-Lung's polished facade cracked, hands shaking with fury as he screeched in response to the poor man before him. Hissing, he turned to face you, staring at your form for a moment before tearing his eyes away and striding the opposite way, debating his next move.
Whatever he'd decided failed to play out, interrupted as he was thrown to the ground, falling pathetically at your feet. The cocking of a gun directed your eyes to the man above him, shouting aggressively in a voice you recognized. Staring intently at his eyes, the only part of his form not covered in his attempt to disguise himself, you knew him instantly to be Shorter's right-hand man Lao.
A firey rage shone clear in his gaze until his eyes found yours, softening instantly despite not knowing if you'd recognized him or not; a simple nod from you was all the confirmation he needed.
"You! This way, now." You'd laugh at his weak attempt to deepen his tone if you weren't sick to your stomach, nerves getting the better of you while still woozy from whatever drug or sedative had been jammed up your arm. 
"And you, you sick bastard!" He slammed his handgun against the Lee son's head for good measure. "Stay down and stay here, don't get any ideas about sending your goons after us."
Yut-Lung laughed airly, raising a single slender hand to the back of his head. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Lao gently took your hand in his, pulling you along with him past Yut-Lung and the man who'd barged in mere seconds before your savior's arrival. Out in the hallway, decorated just as ornately and finely as the small room you'd awoken in, the chaos of Lao's arrival, with what you assumed to be the rest of Shorter's gang, was apparent. Thunderous shouts and violent threats bounced off the walls and traveling through entryways, accompanied by slamming doors and the occasional gunfire.
The hectic atmosphere that surrounded the two of you was broken only by the clear voice calling out from the edge of the corridor, its speaker being a familiar wide-eyed photographer you'd befriended through your boyfriend not long before their little road trip. "Eiji! What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'd ask you the same thing, but Bones and Kong told us they'd found your apartment empty. I sincerely apologize we arrived here so late, we were planning a rescue and trying to find a flight home when Shorter and I got kidnapped ourselves out in California. Thankfully Lao and-"
You cut off his hurried words quickly. "What? You and Shorter were kidnapped?"
It was Lao's turn to speak up, answering gruffly, "Yeah, we got word from Ash and the guys with him who weren't taken, the old men-"
"Ibe and Max!" Eiji corrected.
"Uh right, Ibe and Max, that Shorter was double-crossed out in Chinatown and to ensure his cooperation, you and Eiji were simultaneously kidnapped. When Shorter tried to save Eiji, they took him too."
Your head was pounding, dread overtaking you as you were left thinking the worst. "But... But if you're here, Eiji, and I'm here... Lao, where's Shorter?"
A nearby door was thrown open, guns drawn and ready to fire at the slightest hint of hostile movement. The menacing weapons weren't what you focused on, your attention instead taken by the familiar sight of your beloved knight in shining armor, or neon mohawk to be accurate. 
It was as if he'd heard your concern for him, eyes finding yours immediately, the rage blazing in his umber eyes overtaken by relief at your apparently unharmed form. Abandoning his gang mates at the door, Shorter all but threw his machine gun away in his mad dash to you, sweeping you up in his arms as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
Burying his face into the crook of your neck, you felt his breath on your skin, his piercing and digging into your neck, and what could only be his tears streaming down his face. Attempting to properly look at him, you shook your boyfriend slightly as he only held you tighter, shaking his head as he mumbled something against you.
"H-hey, you gonna look at me?" You tried, laughing shakily.
Shorter looked up weakly, red-brimmed eyes searching your uneasy gaze hopelessly as if he were waiting for the world to fall apart and for your life to crumble before his eyes, unable to save you from a horrifying fate at the hands of men with too much power.
He ultimately settled for a simple, breathless, "You're here."
Chuckling, you confirmed, "Yeah, I'm here babe."
His cheerful visage dissipated, eyes going wide and lips pressing into a line. "But you shouldn't be."
"Hmm?"
Trembling, Shorter straightened up, scowl etching itself deep into his features as a growl ripped through his throat. "You shouldn't be here."
Fully pulling away from you, Shorter glared down the hallway you and Lao had just run down. "You wouldn't be here if the fucking Lees hadn't-"
"Cool it, boss!" A gloved hand pulled on Shorter's bicep, forcing his attention back to the group. You recognized Sing as quickly as you had his brother, hoping beyond all hope that he could get through to your partner. Though, truth be told, once Shorter went on a rampage, next to nothing could stop him.
With your safety in question, you had no doubt this could prove the same.
Shorter's eyes found Sing's, shaking his hand off, before sweeping his gaze over Lao, Eiji, and you, lingering on your worried face, before facing Sing once more. Sighing exasperatedly, he snarled, "If the Lees hadn't gone back on their goddamn word and teamed up with the old bastard, then they wouldn't be here, we would've finished our business out in Cali without issue, and we'd all be at home right now."
"I understand that, we all understand that, but there's nothing we can do about all that now." For such a young guy, easily the youngest in the gang, Sing sure had an air of wiseness beyond his years about him. "What we can do is get the two of them out of here and take out anyone we find. We know Ash's boys are taking out Golzine and Arthur, so there won't be anyone to swoop in and help out here, it's just us and them now."
Grunt and shouts from the others backed up Sing, now holding out a spare machine gun to his friend as his brother clapped him on the back. "We've got this."
Hesitating for a second, Shorter took the gun in one hand while reaching for you with the other, searching your eyes for a moment or two before bringing your knuckles to his lips, kissing you softly. Mumbling against your skin, he promised a few of his men to escort you and Eiji home while he and the others "dealt with some things," as if you hadn't already gathered their plans.
"I'll be home soon, we'll talk then," he vowed, fury dripping in his voice, before dropping your hand, turning on his heel, and stalking down the way with his men behind him, leaving you and Eiji behind with a few men - mere teenagers, if you were honest - ready to leave the mafia mansion from hell.
You'd finally refused Nadia after the seventh cup of tea.
Your ears couldn't quite block out the deafening gunfire and enraged shouting as you all made your way out and onto the street.
---
For hours into the night, you'd been sitting in the same corner of Chang Dai's, staring out the window across the dining room, nursing the same cup of now long-cold tea, waiting, waiting, waiting. You'd attempted a spot near the window when the boys accompanying you had ushered you away, something about staying away from the windows and out of the open. That was enough for Nadia to close the restaurant early, waiting up for a bit with you and your companions before retiring to bed upstairs with the promise to be awoken the moment her kid brother returned.
Eiji had pushed through longer than you expected, finally passing out in the booth beside you maybe half-past two in the morning. Shorter's boys took turns waiting up and sleeping, intermittently checking their phones to no avail. If there was any news, it had yet to reach any of you.
No news is good news, you repeated over and over again in an attempt to keep you sane in the stillness of the terribly early morning. No news is good news.
The rattle of the front door shook you from your thoughts. Through the fogged glass, the person couldn't be seen; the lack of any word from the boys left you to assume it was one of the millions of others calling New York home trying to grab a late-night bite.
Keys being inserted into the lock accompanying the hushed but familiar tones of a few distinct voices erased any such thought from your head.
Leaping from the booth and sprinting across the floor, you'd reached the entryway as Shorter finally pushed the door open. Sing and Lao stood beside him, Ash Lynx and a few of his boys behind them, presumably having come to gather Eiji and perhaps lay low for the night. 
Ultimately, whatever their real reason for being there wouldn't be answered for the foreseeable future, your attention directed elsewhere. Shorter mimicked his actions from hours previous, lifting you off the ground and into his embrace, breathing you in as though you were the very oxygen he breathed. Perhaps that's what he needed, no doubt a reprieve from the chaos of the past few hours. Your own lungs filled with the distinct scent of gunpowder and blood rolling off him in waves as you took note of his arms still trembling, perhaps from adrenaline or fear.
You caught Ash's eyes over the neon hair blocking most of your sight, the beautiful blond nodding once before directing his attention to your sleeping companion. While he made his way over to him, the others locked the door behind them, moving past you and Shorter to the guys who'd escorted you back home, groggily waking up and gathering their wits. You simply directed your attention back to your boyfriend, all but squeezing the life from your lungs.
Quite strangely, he was deathly silent. Even before in the mansion, you were able to pick up on the sounds of his ragged breathing and hushed sobs, but now he made no sound.
Still and unmoving.
Thinking.
"Shorter." Your whisper practically echoed throughout the room, only broken by the muffled voices of the others.
Shorter paid them no mind, his mind racing only with thoughts of you. He refused you an answer or even acknowledgment.
"Shorter?" You tried again.
Calculated and methodically, his face turned to meet your gaze, practically ashen and lifeless. Had you not felt the rise and fall of his chest or the thumping of his heart, you'd thought his face bore the glare of the dead.
A single command rang throughout the dining room. "Leave."
Wordlessly from all but a sleepy and confused but now awake Eiji, Shorter's companions exited through the back door that would lead up into the rest of the building. Perhaps they would go and wake Nadia now, perhaps they'd head home; either one wasn't your concern for the time being.
"What happened?" Another command, now phrased as a question.
"Honey I'm fine, just shaken up," you attempted meekly. Truthfully, it was probably too late, his fury having already run its course.
"That wasn't my question."
Your breath caught in your throat. Struggling for words, you finally managed a, "Someone came to the door, said you were in trouble, and stuck something in my arm-"
His grip on you tightened, face tensing in anger.
"-and then I woke up. Some kid named Yut-Lung threatened me and then Lao rescued me."
Eerie ticking from a nearby clock ticked on by, maybe for a minute, maybe it was less; your nerves wouldn't allow your brain to properly function, all but scared of the man you loved so dearly looking so irate.
"And?"
You cocked your head in confusion.
He took a breath to still himself, trying desperately to calm down enough to ease your fears. "And anything else? What else happened? Who touched you? Are you feeling okay? Anything?"
Weakly, you shook your head. "Nothing. I've told you everything that happened."
He studied you coldly, taking a deep breath before mumbling to himself. His shoulders drooped as he seemed to relax, color slowly returning to his now softening face, truly appearing to believe your claims of being unharmed. Shorter tugged you gently towards the nearest table, sitting down before you and taking your hand in his. His shaking having ceased, he caressed your knuckles softly while staring hopelessly into your eyes.
"Christ, I'm sorry." He chuckled weakly, shaking his head. "I'm so, so sorry. This shouldn't have happened, it won't happen again, ever. You can hold me to that."
You shook your head in turn, huffing lightheartedly, "Don't worry about it. Dangerous stuff happens when you're dating a gangster, I guess."
Shorter didn't laugh at your quip.
"Not anymore."
You opened your mouth to question what he meant when your question died on your tongue, drowned out by the growing wail of firetrucks rushing down the street. Only a minute or so later and three vermilion trucks with blinding lights sped past the front windows, flying down the road.
You'd come from that way earlier in the night.
A vice-like grip squeezed your hand, pulling your attention back to the soulless gaze of your boyfriend before you.
"You aren't going to be in danger anymore."
Chuckling nervously, you tried, "I'm not?"
His grip on your hand increased, eyes now shining with an insane lovesick glint. "Nope. Can't be in danger if you don't leave the house."
Your breathing stilled, unsure of what he meant.
Shorter snickered to himself, watching your every move. "The boys have been given the order; the building is to be watched at all times, all entrances guarded. No one's comin' in or out, not without my say."
"O-okay, but that doesn't-"
"The Lees won't even try, not while they're preoccupied with their own place, so don't worry your pretty little head about them."
The air was impossibly thick, dread surrounding you. His words were finally setting in.
"Even if they were stupid enough to try, they won't get within a mile of you, babe. Not if I have something to say about it."
Finding your words, you attempted, "Wonderful, but what about... what about when I leave for work?"
He stilled before you, breathing ceasing for a moment before erupting in cruel laughter. "Leave? Whaddya mean leave?"
"I-I've still got work, Shorter."
His laughter died out. "No you don't."
You opened your mouth.
"No. You don't."
Your head was pounding now, leaving your hands trembling under Shorter's grip.
"Life would be so much better for us both if you just stayed at home, where I can keep you safe." He leaned over the table, grinning madly. "Just like I’ve always wanted."
Your voice trembled, words failing you.
Shorter took note, quickly shushing you gently, bringing up his other hand to caress your face. "Oh sweetheart, this isn't to punish you. You didn't do anything wrong, not at all!"
His manner shifted, returning to rumbling anger once more. "It's the others- it's always the others. They're trying to hurt you, to hurt me by hurting you."
Your breathing was erratic now, gasping futilely for air as panic set in.
"But now they can't. No one can. It'll just be me and you. No one else."
You could still hear the sirens; you weren't sure how you'd missed the distinct smell of smoke and burning material throughout the early morning sky. 
"No one else."
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ceylon-writes · 3 years
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Hi! Uhm, first– I really adore your blog! ^o^ Could I request headcanons for Ash, Eiji and Shorter with an artist in training s/o getting caught trying to draw them?
Ash
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He probably caught you drawing him while he was asleep.
That’s basically the only time you could probably draw him without him trying to tease you about it or turning away grumpy cause he didn’t want to be drawn in that moment.
There’s only certain times you could draw him, when he’s immersed in a book or probably sleeping, he gets nervous being drawn but don’t want you to know so he acts grumpy.
Just know he gonna tease you about this when he wakes up. “Don’t forget to get my good side” *does a stupid pose with a wink*
Shorter
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He’s so happy your drawing him, you probably were trying to draw him while he was cooking or playing video games.
“I wanna see what it looks like!” “It’s not done yet” “can I see it when it’s done?” “Yeah”
Shorter is definitely doing stupid poses to make you laugh while your trying to draw him.
Boi can’t stay still either, he starts to fidget after 10 minutes of staying still. “Are you done yet?” “No” “aagghh!”
Your drawings are never gonna have a clear picture do to him moving around to much.
Eiji
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He gonna know you draw him secretly, idk how but I guess one day he found your sketch book and couldn’t help but look in it and see sketches of him.
He’s honored and a bit bashful that you like to draw him. He doesn’t really think he’s that interesting of a subject to draw.
If you ever get caught in the act of drawing him he just give you a smile and continue with what he was doing.
He won’t ask you to see it if you don’t want to show it. He probably just look at it later when your not looking.
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itscuppicakes · 3 years
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Hii could i request what it’s like dating Shorter?
What it's like dating Shorter Wong
Gender Neutral reader!
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One,, you barely see him in the streets,, and you mostly have quality time with him in his or your apartment
It's not like he's embarrassed by you,, just he doesn't want to get you hurt.
You help out his sister with the restaurant when he's away
He taught you how to cook all the meals on the menus
Though it wasn't easy
He loves cuddling with you
Especially when he's off that day and he's in sweatpants and and tank top
You in his tshirt and some boyshorts
He loves it when you come over and you brought him food or a drink or something from his sis in the kitchen
He loves kissing your lips
Clichè,, but your lips are always so comforting to him
Loves it when you play with his hair
You drawing shapes on the buzzed part or petting the mohawk part
Yes please
He's so used to wearing his sunglasses that he forgets to take them off sometimes
And you plucking them off of the bridge of his nose and he's like "Oh yeah. Thanks babe. *kiss*"
You use his jacket as a blanket when you cuddle, and he thinks it's so cute
You, curled up with the material draped over your figure. Hhhhh-
He does take it off and cover you with an actual blaket
Not without a picture of you tho-
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