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honeycomb-fics · 4 months

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Kenjaku x Reader

~800 words

(Bickering, implied relationship, was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away)

Kenjaku sat with his companion as he worked on his preparations for the culling game. He couldn’t help notice the long drawn out sigh that left your lips. He thought about ignoring it but he knew that it would only cause him further trouble down the line if he left you to stew in whatever thoughts you were having, even if they were.. in his mind, foolish.

He glanced over at you, “Pray tell, what is it this time?”

You let out another dramatic, exasperated sigh, “how come you only use the hideous cursed spirits?”

Kenjaku almost choked on the tea he was drinking, “W-what?”

He usually expected you to complain about something ridiculous, often wondering why he kept you around in the first place. Other than the fact that he found you aesthetically pleasing, you served absolutely no purpose to his plans. Although he occasionally found you amusing.

You drawled on, “Geto had some beautiful curses stored up yet you’re for some reason always whipping out those gross centipedes.. and other creepy things. Must you be so macabre?”

Kenjaku laughed softly in your face while you pouted childishly, “I don’t really think macabre is the word you’re looking for, my dear” he said condescendingly, his face maintaining that ever present smile, “But I can see why my choices may unsettle you.”

With your cheeks puffed out you whined a bit, “You could use rainbow dragon but you choose the centipedes! I literally don’t understand.”

This earns an eye roll from Kenjaku, something that you would normally relish in if you were not genuinely annoyed with his inability to utilize cursed spirits that didn’t give you the creeps.

“Y/N this is not a game of Pokémon,” He chastised you, “I am not going to pick and choose which cursed spirits I summon because you think they are cute. Cease your complaining.”

You didn’t stop, not in the least. “Okay but why don’t you even use the worm? It’s like GTA pockets. You have to admit it’s convenient and you aren’t even utilizing it..”

Kenjaku side-eyed you, considering if he should answer you honestly or just give you a non-answer. He sighed and mumbled. “It’s old man face… makes me uneasy.”

“It seems friendly for a cursed spirit,” you said shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s a damn cursed spirit! None of them are friendly. You probably would think Mahito was your best friend if he smiled at you. You really need to be more cautious about them,” He scolded you for the millionth time. Kenjaku wondered if it was even worth bringing you into the fold of his plans or if you would inevitably just end up ruining everything with your inability to think critically.

You flinched back slightly and looked up at him with a bit of a doe-eyed expression, “b-but I thought Mahito was my friend..”

He ran his hands through his long hair and let out an exasperated sigh. Kenjaku truly looked like he was running out of patience, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from that curse unless it is absolutely necessary for you to talk to him? And it is rarely, if ever, necessary for you to converse with him!”

Despite Kenjaku’s obvious annoyance and frustration you decided to defend your decision to associate with the curse, “Well Mahito is funny and he once showed me the shrunken human he keeps in his pocket.. it was… a little weird though.”

“And you didn’t stop to think that you’re very lucky you didn’t end up as the shrunken pocket human? Never occurred to you, hm? Ensuring that you do not die is becoming a full time job.” Kenjaku snapped at you, his hands holding your cheeks in his palms, “And quite frankly I do not have the extra time to expend on it.”

Your eyes shifted up to meet his scrutinizing gaze, letting yourself linger on his features a bit before speaking. Taking in the way his brow was furrowed in frustration despite his normally calm demeanor. You knew it was time to concede.

“I’m sorry, Kenjaku. I didn’t realize it was that big of a deal,” You said softly, in an attempt to play off all of his valid concerns.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your own. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply in an attempt to center himself again. His hands were still on the sides of your cheeks keeping you still. Kenjaku allowed himself to have this pleasure for a few moments before he pulled away.

“You are very fortunate you are cute. Otherwise I would not tolerate any of this.”

You smiled enjoying the compliment, “okay but can you maybe try to use rainbow dragon?”

#gail writes #Kenjaku x reader #pseudo Geto x reader

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killykstudio · 9 months

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Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara x Obsessed!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: 18+, smut, parano1a,heavy themes as depress1on, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, obsessive behaviour

Summary: After breaking definitely with your ex husband, you think your life is gonna be better, instead you get submerged from your own unhealthy behaviour.

Author's note: the pictures at the top of the post are just for aesthetic purposes. Y/N doesn't have any distinguishing physical traits or type of clothing, leaving you free to imagine her as you like!

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Your reflection in the hand mirror is engulfed in the pinkish and blue lights of the club.You are messing your hair , trying to give them a more beautiful shape. You look...

Hideous

"Linda~" you feel the word on your neck and gasp at the known voice.

"here. The line at the bar was so long, sorry if I made you wait too much" he places two glasses of tequila in front of you two on a glass table.

"Don't worry, Miggy" you lovely smiled at him. He reciprocates the sweet gesture adding a hint of seduction.

You both take the glasses , sip down the drink. Without thinking, you took all the tequila in your glasses, and in that same moment, a sensation of both heat and cold sent a shiver down your spine, causing an involuntary shudder. The alcohol was relentless, mercilessly scorching your throat, and your stomach clenched uncomfortably.

"Slow down! Muñequa! This isn't a competition " he chuckled, placing his glass on the table.

"God," you murmured, choked, and closed your eyes for a moment.

"You were supposed to enjoy it and not see it as a challenge..." His hand brush against yours as he takes your glass and places it near his. You reopened your eyes and locked them on his figure.

Damn, he is gorgeous: disheveled hair, plumb lips , you can see his muscle under his too tight black shirt and his eyes! His red bloodied eyes that make you bloom emotions you cannot distinguish.

"You are... sooo pretty Miggy ~ " you said it boldly.

He chuckles at your statement. You start hitting him playfully "why are you laughing!" Accidentally you went so close to him: your breast against his heavy chest; one of your legs on his; your nose lightly brushing. "C'mon Miggy stop making fun of me!" He keeps laughing until his lips crash on yours. It was sensual and hungry: he tasted all you had to give him,then he broke the kiss with a groan, leaving you breathless.

His warm hand ventured higher. A shiver ran through your heated body, and you couldn't help but bite down on your lower lip and close your eyes. His warm breath on your neck made you tense up.

He buried his head in your supple neck, kissing and sucking on your skin, leaving behind a trail of love bites.His hand disappears under your dress, and you stifle a moan as he slides two fingers in your slit. Your body was engulfed in flames.

"Miggy-y! Not her-e!" "Let them see who makes you feel good and who you belong to" you have to muffle a moan by biting your lips due to the way his voice rumbles in your ear to your chest.

"te gusta Muñeca? Eres un balbuceo desastre, "¿Te hago sentir tan bien?

The desire in his burning eyes. He stared at you like a hungry predator, and it dawned on you that it was just because of what he was doing to you, right in the middle of the club.

The various sensations nearly drove you insane

"If only you knew," his fingers moved faster inside you, his thumb massaging your clit incessantly, you almost lost your mind, "how much I’d like to fuck you right here on this table."

And that was it. His words were the trigger, you org-

❗SESSION INTERRUPTED❗

You scream in pain as you fall on the freezing ground, you were on the peak of pleasure and you were brought abruptly down from it without having the time to experience it.

Ring!

"time is off Y/L/N" you are a shaking mess, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. You stand on your arms , propping your head back to see the figure in front of you. A woman elegantly dressed with a goth cyberpunk dress and wearing

"you don't have enough memories for another round"

What?

"impossibile I- "you have used them all" She leans near you giving you a hand to stand up. Delicately she starts unplugging all the caves attached to you. " The fuck?!" You move quickly from her touch falling on the floor. "Listen Y/L/N you know perfectly how paraerotism works , I even gave you the depliant : you can use your own memories of a person and copy and paste them to be able to modify them in whatever scenarios you want, but they can only last as much as the original one. You have copied all in which this.... Eugh " she touched her glasses that worked as a tablet.

"Mike?"

"Miguel" you correct her

Ring!

"can you silence your phone, Y/N/L? It has been ringing the whole time "

It was your husband sending all that texts still desperate to understand why you left him

" I can't, if someone important text me, I have to know it"

As if Miguel is gonna call you in any moments

She sighs and continues with her lecture "Unfortunately you already copied all the memories you have of him and-

"can I not copy them again?"

"Can you not talk for a minute?" Your face showing clearly annoyance. " if you copy the same memory more than once , there is the chance of altering it irrevocably and even the chance of completely forgetting it."

Now everything else from now she said was a buzz for you , immersed in your thoughts as you slowly regain your sense from the brain sucking session

Fuck... You don't know for how many days you went on this paraerotic thing: you had left your husband two weeks ago and you cut all your relationships, but one , except for your ex searched for you and this only led you more into this artificial drug. It's not the first time you were dragged by it, but all the time you exited from it.

"I promise this will be the last time, mom" the phrase reverbed in your brain.

Ring!

"anyway since you have finished your memories of this guy, can I show you our Catalog of videoparaerotica? We have a new entry! which is already popular among our costumers: Spiderman Venom edition! The tags include: tentacle; dom; superhero; fighting; rescue; traumatic experience..."

As she continued reading all the tags, she didn't notice you get off from the floor and leaving the club like place.

Your senses are still cool down having a difficult time to focus everything in your eyesight, you could feel under your skin a buzzing feeling like a static tv. Another effect of assumption is the momentary loss of sense of orientation, so you activate location to be able to move back to your home.

Ring!

As you narrow your eyes to adjust them to the light, you are met by a huge thunderstorm

Lucky me ! You sarcastically smiled thinking at the fact you didn't bring an umbrella since the metro didn't announce anything about rain.

Ring!

Your smile fades away

Fuck! Fuck this city! Fuck my family! Fuck my ex! Fuck Miguel! FUCK EVERYBODY!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Ting!

This sound is different, since you have set up different sounds for all your number contacts.

You open your phone:

Mom

My dear I've been worrying about you I hope you are doing that disgusting perverse synthetic drug again... Please call me when you can.

You start typing.

You

You are never gonna call her.

Ring!

You keep walking under the rain trying to avoid getting dripping wet, stopping sometimes under some balcony and veranda. The rain doesn't stop, it's raining cats and dogs, it's so strong that it almost creates a Gray screen. You are freezing and trembling , the cold reminds you of that of the lake.

Without realising, tears start flooding from your eyes,falling in the plash in front of you, fading in the rain.

Why am I like this? No . I destroyed my wedding, my most important relationship that I've built up in many years .not again . It's not my ex fault , it's mine ! I was feeling strange even before I knew about his cheating. NO. I'm tired of these thoughts, I can't MANAGE TO DO ANYTHING, why can't my brain shut down?

You try to stop thinking, eyes fixed on the rain falling in front of you, then see your reflection: you look fucking stupid.

I'm so stupid! I'm so weird! Can I be someone else?! God I wish I could peel my f-

A crowd of people screaming and running in front of you drags you back to reality.

"come here you little bug!"

It's that dr. Octopus? Is he a female? He is... A human?! I thought it was a sentient octopus, on the news they describe it in that way... I'm gonna unsubscribe from NYCN website. It's a fucking scam. Like this cit-

"Come on spidey don't run~ I've a lot of questions for you~ you don't know? It's legit to ask questions and it's a courtesy to answer them!"

She is swinging across the builds with her mechanical tentacles , the rain making it difficult for her to move quickly and precisely, trying to grab something, someone.

"It's courtesy not obligatory!"

Ah yeah... omg... You bring a hand in exasperation on your face. again him. You sigh deeply.

Ring!

Spiderman still being agile enough to dodge or her hits and swings. He is really agile, but he has the trademark to be like an elephant in a crystal shop, terribly unaware of his surroundings, everywhere he goes , something has to be repair.

Ring!

Like my balls everytime my ex messages me. Incredibly this rude statement from you makes you grins a little. Good one Y/N!

The two opponents keep bittering each other with witty remarks. You couldn't care less : you are under a veranda bar covering yourself from the thunderstorm; people keep fleeing the scene to secure themselves,but you couldn't care less, you didn't care If the hit,on the contrary, your mother could redeem your association, so you would actually be helpful to your family! Finally!

"We have fought thousands of times in my universe, it's a quiet...as they say in Italy... a 'prassi'~" (custom thing)

God,I should start a business where I sell popcorn near this kind of fights. Also thickets and merchandise, people would go crazy for this kind of things

"Funny! I have checked my agenda and there is written that it is scheduled only one match, bitch or as they in Italy,puttana!"

He lands on the street, throws a web and pulls himself towards his foe. She starts striking quickly attacks with her tentacles,but he manages to dodge them all, cutting them in the processe. Only one is still functioning properly, infuriated , Docto tries to flee , but Spiderman grabs her by her last tentacle and pushes her violently on the ground.

No wait!

Hitting the ground, due to cause effect , a huge wave of rainwater hits you like a tsunami. You are incredulous and dripping wet.

Not even Miguel could make you this w-

FUCK OFF!

Now even your thoughts were making your life miserable.

Ring!

You can smell blood. Not yours.She is still alive, getting up weakly from the ground.

"Wanna go for round two?" He asked sarcastically

She stares at him full of wrath then her anger seems to be replaced by amusement. She starts laughing , starting from normal to a hysterical one, simultaneously she takes a pistol needle and injects her self with some strange liquids and slowly she regains strength. Ready to storm towards him. She starts swinging, then everything went black for her.

You couldn't see her anymore: a flying ambulance just hit her.

You are still from shock. Spiderman is shocked. The paramedics are shocked. The only thing that wasn't stunned , is the rain who keeps falling down at an incredible speed.

Ring!

Fuck this shit!

As you feel the effects of the drugs have been completely washed over by the shock, you turn off your phone and storm back to your home.

And so in the hallway echoed your steps, the screaming of the people, the shouts of the paramedics at the poor driver and the voice of spiderman.

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Drops falling from your jacket on your floor as you are undressing your self. You look around, something is off.

Did I forget to turn the lights off? AGAIN!? Damn then I ask myself why the bill is so hig-

"Y/N , you know it's courtesy to answer the phone" you turn your head knowing what hare you going to face : your mother fury.

"But it's not obligatory"

"only people without common sense doesn't or-

"my ex doesn't leave me alone , he keeps messaging me! What the fuck does he want from me?!"You cut her lecture clearly being too tired to even listen to her, but at the same time you know the power she holds on you.

"moderate the language"

"sorry... So I had to turn off my phone, the sound was driving me insane!"

"I-" "your phone had the position activated" she abruptly interrupts you. Cold sweating gathering on your skin.

"and it was still on when I texted you"

"I-" you trying to collect saliva in your mouth.

"I was busy"

"busy destroying yourself?"

" I was in the fifth Avenue 42 there is a pub there" she narrows her eyes. "This isn't a bright period for me and I just wanted to relax a bit." Your hands moving in the air looking more dramatic, trying to release all your anxiety.

"Drinking a few beers isn't destroying my self"

"oh so you were drinking alone in a pub? " she says sarcastically. "It's not true that drinking alone leads to alcoholism! You know my bud-"

" let me check your breath"

You are caught red-handed. Your mouth is semi open trying to think of something to help yourself out of this umpteenth disaster.

"I washed my teeth"

Nice try

Your mother stared at you with a murderous look. She stands up and comes closer to you. You are petrified. You could feel your soul leaving you. You don't remember how many times she helped you and how much money she has spent for your rehabilitation, but you can clearly picture how many times you let her down.

She a few centimetres from your face

"you destroyed all my efforts to give you a better life" her voice was grave and severe. You are preparing yourself for the emotional wave of anger she is gonna throw on you.

"I'm sorry to have been a nuisance. I will let you be. Have fun with your own life"

Then she turns her hills and goes straight to the door.

Wait, what?

WAIT!

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Author's note: I'm sorry for the long chapter, but I didn't find a way to split in two effectively. Anyway in the next one we will encounter a new familiar face! A new silly and bizarre relationship is gonna form. Also I've plans for Miguel POV,but I don't know if it will be in the next part or the one after. Only time can tell. So be ready for part 7 and as always thank you for your support!

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goldenfigtree · 7 months

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OMG THAT WAS ONLY PART 1 OF THE FIC ????? HELP I NEED MORE I NEED TO SEE MORE OF THIS

Raise A Glass

Summary: Part 2 of 3, After your passionate moment with Leon in the garden, you feel even more conflicted than you were before.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x FemReader

Warning: Fluff

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! Part one is below if you've yet to read it :)

Part one

Bright and luminous, the moon hangs from its invisible string, blissfully unaware of its glow shining through your windows and onto your face. The sounds of Will’s snores were the only sound throughout your home while you laid in bed without a blink of sleep, fingers intertwined together and thumbs twiddling.

This was unlike you, especially with the rehearsal dinner coming soon this evening and the wedding another day later. Most days that consisted of wedding planning left you in shambles, collapsing onto your plush mattress with a pitiful whine into your pillows and soon after, sleep swooping you under its wing. This new stressful yet effective routine had helped you gain all the hours of sleep you purposely lost before. But not this time, not when your mind was captivated with guilt, confusion, and stress. Ever since that moment in the garden, your mind has been an utter mess.

You thought you were in a moment of distress before, hell, now you really knew what distress was after leaving Leon in such a state.

You let out a sharp exhale through your teeth, brows furrowed as Leon’s face flashed into your mind, your lipstick residue on his lips, over and over again. And those eyes, God, those ocean blue irises watching you run away.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The antique grandfather clock Will refused to throw out, despite your visible distaste for it, mocked you with its consistent clicking. Only reminding you that you needed to decide what road to take, now that there were two. Sliding your hands underneath the pillow lying under your head, you bring the sides to your ears in hopes the ticking and clicking will go away.

God, you always hated that clock, you didn’t care if it was a family heirloom. It was as hideous as it is noisy, but Will insisted. Just like how he insisted on having yellow as one of the colors of the wedding theme, forgetting how much you despised the color. You really wished time travel was a thing so you could stop yourself from fighting with him about how little effort and input he had put into the wedding. Maybe while you were at it, you could stop yourself from kissing those soft plump lips at the garden fountain. .

No, you couldn’t even if you tried.

You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but that man had always been the apple of your eye. One mission with you and him as partners was all that it took for the both of you to hit it off. It was hard to not get along with Leon Kennedy. Someone so humble, kind, and loyal to his comrades. You always knew, if all else fails, Leon Kennedy was there to save the day. Which was also why he was overly worked. Everyone knew the way Leon Kennedy executed missions and pushed himself was on a different level. A level so many competitive and envious agents tried to achieve and so many other smitten agents oggled at. He was practically a celebrity to anyone working with the government. So, you didn’t look twice at the possibility of him perceiving you in any other light that wasn’t friendly, much less romantic. With all the options he had, certainly not.

And yet, He kissed you.

Subconsciously, your bottom lip traps itself between your teeth. Being so good at everything, you didn’t expect him to be a good kisser too. What couldn’t that man do?

Jesus Christ. How heartless can I be?

You think to yourself, turning to your soon-to-be husband, snoring away, blissfully unaware of the mess you were at the moment. At this point, sleep was a lost cause and you needed some fresh air. Swinging your legs to the edge of the bed, you slowly get up and walk out of the bedroom. Arms crossed, in your silk nightgown, you walk silently to your kitchen and make a beeline to the coffee maker. Call it self-sabotage, but you desperately need a friend. And since you kissed the only person you could talk to, coffee would have to suffice for now. Making it just the way you like, you walk outside and sit on one of the patio chairs, bathing in twilight as you take a comforting sip.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

There it was again, that blasted ticking of the grandfather clock– or was it just your head? It’s midnight and you’re exhausted from your mental turmoil so with another sip you decide to ignore it. However, one thought loomed over you like a stormy cloud, no matter the effort to fan it away,

You are getting married in two days.

“What am I going to do?” You murmur to yourself, eyes pressed shut as you run a hand through your hair. Then you remembered, you do have someone you can talk to about this. Pulling your phone out from you pajama pants pocket, you dial the number quickly, “C’mon pick up. I know you’re awake” you whisper urgently to yourself as you hold up your phone to your ear. With two dials, a voice answers,

“Can’t sleep either huh?” Claire wittedly greets over the line. Your lips curve into a smile of relief,

“Nope” You perkily reply, earning a chuckle on the other end, “Do you have time to talk? I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“No, what’s up?”

There’s a pause between you that’s almost hesitant, hesitant enough for Claire to press,

“Is everything okay?” With a sheepish chuckle, you shake your head,

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine. I just need someone to talk to about… Leon” There’s another pause,

“Oh!” Claire cheerily replies, almost too cheerful you noticed.

“Yeah, did you see Leon at the engagement party a few days ago at all?”

“Yeah, I bumped into him on the way to getting your engagement present. But after that, I didn’t see him for the rest of the evening”

Your heart dropped, he must have left shortly after you ran away. You couldn’t blame him, but the thought of Leon being upset or hurt by you was slowly killing you inside.

“Did.. something happen?” Claire gingerly asks. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a long sigh,

“Yeah, I.. kissed him. At the engagement party” One hand holding the phone to your ear, you use the other to pinch the bridge of your nose as you continue, “I know Claire, I know”

“Well, how was it?” You eyes flutter open in shock,

“Huh?”

“You heard me, how was it?” With a nervous chuckle, you try to find someway to word it, but your words were utterly failing you at the moment,

“It was… awesome” Claire’s laughter erupts the phone as you wince at your choice of words,

“Really?” Claire says teasingly,

“Shut up”

“Any specific reason why you decided to kiss Leon at your engagement party?”

“Well you, of all people, you know I’ve always had feelings for Leon. And then I met Will..”

“Uhuh” Claire beckons you to go on,

“And Will’s just so nice and safe. Not something I’m particularly used to so I jumped into this relationship and now we’re getting married in two days and those feelings I have for Leon, they’re still there.” You ramble, voice trembling, your foot anxiously tapping on the floor as you look out to your freshly cut green lawn.

“Sounds to me that you’re conflicted”

“You think?” You mutter under your breath, anxious for some answers, some directions of which road to take,

“You mentioned you like Will because he’s safe right?”

“Yeah, I mean he’s a teacher, so my work schedule won’t be hard if we start a family. And he makes me laugh. He’s just all around just a nice guy”

“That’s nice n’ all but people usually get married for love not convenience” Claire bluntly comments, “Look, I know you, you’re not one to take risks, which can be good at times but to marry someone because they don’t challenge you is not safe”

“So, should I run to Leon then?”

“I don’t know, that’s for you to decide” Claire responds, earning another dramatic groan from you, “I know I know, but I’m not going to make life choices for you. Need help deciding whether to drink decaf or not, then I’ll have an answer for you”

The both of you share a laugh as you feel the distress you were feeling a few minutes before slightly lift off.

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10 more minutes. 10 more minutes until everyone would arrive for the rehearsal dinner. You couldn’t help but repeat everything Claire had said in your head as you put on your earrings,

“Safety or love, safety or love” you whispered to yourself, not realizing Will walking right past you,

“You say something honey?” Avoiding his gaze, you try your best to focus on the application of your makeup as Will approaches you, pressing down the panic in your chest as you feel his presence closing in,

“No, just focused on my makeup. Want it to be just right for tonight” Resting his hands on your shoulders, he looks at you through the bathroom mirror, his green eyes glowing from the bright bathroom light along with his shimmering golden blonde hair,

“You look great babe” He reassured pressing a kiss on the back of your neck. It took a second to realize that he did because what you felt was nothing, absolutely nothing, “Your family is on their way, Claire is going to be a little late”

“Is Leon coming?” the green eyes in the reflection that once glowed with their usual uppity, darkened almost immediately,

“I don’t know, why?” Averting his eyes you resume applying lipstick onto your lips. The air was so thick with tension it could be sliced through with a knife,

“Just wondering babe” you say as nonchalant as possible, earning a scoff from Will,

“You know he showed up late and left early at our engagement party? For someone that’s a close friend of yours, he sure doesn’t seem supportive” Will comments resentfully,

You could feel a coiling in your stomach at his words, your tongue suddenly having a mind of its own,

“He’s very busy, Will. Him showing up for our engagement party and our rehearsal dinner is supportive enough”

“That’s right, how could I forget? Leon Brown-Noser Kennedy can do no wrong in anyone’s eyes, especially yours” Will quips viciously, tightening the knot of his tie in the long mirror. The coil in your stomach tightened even more as you looked back at him through the bathroom mirror, pupils shrinking,

“What’s your problem?” You ask, glaring at him as you twist the cap of your mascara back in place.

Will doesn’t look at you, only scoffs once more as he straightens his blazer, “what’s my problem?” with one last look in the mirror, he doesn’t look at you as he walks out of the room, only muttering one word in passing, “Nothing”

You flinch at the sudden sound of him slamming the door, the sound alone preparing you, for what you already knew, was going to be a long night. But, you knew that you had to keep on with this search for what you wanted. And tonight, Leon was the one bearing the answers you so desperately needed. You wondered what he was thinking now, did he regret the kiss? Knowing him, you assumed he would want answers, answers you didn’t have yourself. Your rather gaudy engagement ring sparkles in the mirror aggressively, almost like the high beams of a car at night. Bringing it closer to your face, the memories stored in its jagged cuts and silver band dance around your head like a carousel. It was truly a beautiful moment, Will practically in tears as he professes his love to you on one knee, everyone around you at the pier looking at the both of you with awe and joy, the sun setting just for the two of you. It was truly breathtaking, but was it you? You had your wedding planned practically since birth, you knew exactly what type of cut of gemstone you wanted, the color scheme, the venue, the dress, absolutely everything. Was this massive rock on your finger what you admired in the wedding magazines as a kid? Was a public proposal always something you longed for when watching cheesy rom-coms?

The answer was no and you knew it. But Will loved you, maybe not in the ways you wished he would but he loved you. Leon on the other hand, you had no idea how he felt and that alone was more terrifying than any biohazard monstrosity you’ve seen. One moment of passion wasn’t enough to throw this safety net away. You needed confirmation. You needed reciprocation. With a huff of a breath you look at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the neckline of your snowy white strapless dress. You were ready for this, you had to be for the sake of what lies ahead.

Walking down the stairs, your can’t help but look around at who arrived, looking for a certain someone. It seemed that everyone noticed you make your entrance and looked up at you as you gazed down at them, gripping the stair railing to make sure you didn’t trip and fall to your death. You receive some greetings, some singing jokingly “here comes the bride”, but the only person you seemed to notice was him.

He was there, gazing at you, pupils billowing, invading his blue irises. You almost forgot to breathe as you made your way down the stairs, step by step. Making it to the bottom, you make your way to him, eyes fixated at him with such determination that the crowd parted as you neared them. Finally, you meet him where he stands,

“Can we talk?” You ask quietly, so no one else could hear. You try your hardest not to glance down at his lips but it seemed that Leon didn’t hesitate to look down at yours before nodding. The tension between the two of you dissolving by the clearing of the throat by Will,

“Better dig in before the food gets cold, you coming sweetheart?” Will asks expectantly, lending a hand for you to take. Your heart drops at the sight of it, you hoped to get your answers before dinner. Before Leon decided to briskly sneak away back to the comfort of his home like last time. But, with one last longing look, you take Will’s hand and let him lead you to the dining room.

The dining room was centered with a long glossy wood table, golden candleholders held the tall waxy candles in place as they dripped along the rims. Food trays and bowls lined and scattered along the table. The candlelight made the food and atmosphere all the more alluring enough for everyone to quickly sit down and be ready to serve themselves.

The small talk with in-laws alone was thinning your patience, only the few glances at Leon talking to Claire keeping you sane. Sometimes Leon would make eye contact with you and smile, you couldn’t help but smile back before noticing the squeezing of your hand by Will’s. After a bit of eating and socializing, Will taps his champagne glass with his spoon to quiet down your guests,

“First of all, I just want to thank all of you for coming to support our union. I hope your full bellies are evident enough of our gratitude” polite laughter briefly rises at his words before he continues on, “It’s an Allen family tradition to have a few people make a toast to the soon-to-be wed couple, care to start us off Leon?”

Everyone at the table immediately snaps their necks to look at him for his reaction. It was safe to say this wasn’t expected. Your stomach dropped as you looked up at Will, eyebrows turned up in worry as you glanced back at him apologetically. Leon, being Leon, only gives you a reassuring smile before standing up and lifting his glass with him,

“First, I’d like to say congratulations to the lovely couple” both your family and Will’s nod in approval,

“Choosing the person you want to spend your life with, is the most important decision in our lives. It should be with someone that knows you, challenges you, sees all the good in you that you don’t see in yourself. And I have to say William, you have found that someone in her.”

While he says this, his eyes slowly trail to you, giving you a warm feeling in your chest, “The moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. Then once I got to meet you, I found out I was right. You carry yourself with so much strength but also with so much love to give. And I’m so grateful to be one of the receptors of it. I think I might have taken it for granted. But I need you to know now and forever, no matter where you are, no matter who you’re married to, I will always love you”

Your heart skips a beat as your eyes drip with tears, yet never straying away from his, deafening silence fills the dining hall as relatives and friends glance at one another in shock and confusion. This was it, the confirmation you were looking for, brought to your feet.

“Like a brother to his sister, cheers to the Bride and Groom” He adds to save face before lifting his glass higher, the rest of the table following suit before gulping down their champagne.

#leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil drabble #resident evil imagines #leon kennedy drabble #resident evil #drama #forbidden love?#uhohhhh #uh ohhhh

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jujutsukgojo · 1 month

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The bell tolls for me

satoru gojo x reader

Summary: “Say it.” The few times he has spoken to you, they are always the same. He wants confirmation of your evil. No matter how you word it, he isn’t satisfied until you say it plainly and he’ll only hear the worst part of it. He doesn’t want reason, he wants pain, hatred, and anger. It is what is keeping him going. You will give it to him for now. “I killed them.”

1.5k+ words tw: angst, illness, mental illness, ptsd, depression, mentions of death, spoilers, i think suicide thoughts (?), idk what else (if there's something let me know!) i'm not an expert on mental illness or a doctor! i don't own jjk either.

Gojo wipes his face with his hand. Despite his eyes being rightfully considered divinity, they cannot beat the exhaustion. He hasn't worn a blindfold or glasses in about a couple of months or so. He can’t really remember the exact number anymore.

He spies a single white petal fall in front of his window. He sees pollen in the back and a few people walking around. He hears the bell toll once again. Satoru understands that the people of his past will never hear it again. They will never see the petals and sneeze from the pollen anymore.

The bell rings again. God, he could swear that the bell is only for him.

“Gojo? Are you ready?” He hears a small voice that causes a heaviness in his chest and an icy hatred in his bones. You.

He ignores you completely, making you sigh at his behavior. It isn’t a secret that he hates you and when he is up to it, he’ll kill you. All because you failed. You completely betrayed him and those who mattered most. Rather than finishing what you promised, you went against it and did something he just can’t forgive.

You are disgusting, vile, stupid, hideous, a failure of a being.

You whip out your jar of bones and begin the healing process. Ever since the Culling Games, you have had to learn to deal with these newfound abilities that totally destroyed your life. Yet, that destruction has also given you a purpose now. The usual healer, Shoko, has been extremely busy lately because of the aftermath of the Culling Games, Kenjaku, and Sukuna. So, when you were discovered during all of that, you were immediately put to work.

And your abilities had fit for a plan that you messed up.

You work your fingers to thread the crushed bones into Gojo, who remains silent. You know that one wrong move and he’ll rip you to shreds. Until then, you might as well make up for it by healing him and taking the pain away.

Opening another jar, you take a finger out of it. In the palm of your hand, colors swirl all around. The bone reshapes into a softer and smaller structure, something easier to swallow. You hand it to Gojo, childishly hoping that he would give you something to work with. A smile, a thank you, eye contact, anything.

You receive nothing.

You place it down on the desk and take your leave.

“Was it worth it?” Quickly, you turn your head around to see Gojo still staring out the window. “You know-”

“Say it.”

“There was no hope, Gojo. None at all.”

“Who said?” Sighing, you turn to him fully. “He did, Satoru.”

Satoru stands up. You have to try to stare into his red rimmed eyes. They’re mesmerizing jewels, precious things that see and know all. They're damaged from the strain and the pain.

“Megumi didn’t want to live, Satoru. You can only save those who want to be saved. Him and Geto never wanted to be.”

“And Tsumiki?”

“She was dead the moment she was cursed, way before she woke up. I didn’t even know her. I had nothing to do with that.”

He takes a few steps forward. His long legs carry him to you. He’s menacing and tall. Majestic and radiating a power that you could never handle.

“Say it.” The few times he has spoken to you, they are always the same. He wants confirmation of your evil. No matter how you word it, he isn’t satisfied until you say it plainly and he’ll only hear the worst part of it.

He doesn’t want reason, he wants pain, hatred, and anger. It is what is keeping him going.

You will give it to him for now.

“I killed them.” Although you went against his plan to trick Sukuna, you never meant for your actions to cause such a catastrophe. That it would cause for his world to be ruined.

Before he can do anything, you leave quickly.

He finally goes into the shower after a while. The water is boiling hot and the steam is thick. Satoru stands under it not moving to bathe at first. Nothing goes through his mind other than the sensation of the water and the scars on his body. He barely has any feeling on the long scar across his abdomen. It is nothing but a reminder of you.

You were supposed to save them. Not him.

And yet, here he is. Holding the weight of everyone’s soul all because you didn’t want to follow directions. He killed Sukuna and is hailed as the strongest sorcerer in history. But the glory that he’d usually bask in is a terrible thing now. Why wear it like a badge of honor when it is covered in the blood of those he loved and never got to tell them?

You. You fucking snake.

Now, he has to sit here and heal. According to Shoko anyway. Whether it’s mentally, emotionally, or physically, he doesn’t know or care. He wants to leave. To be free. If only for a moment, to get away from this place and breathe. Away from you.

When he met you, he thought you were plain. Nothing really special except for a weird but cool technique. Then when he lay on the bed after the fight, you were the first in his sight. The light acted as a halo. You were glowing and had an ethereal appearance.

Even Lucifer was the most beautiful and enchanting of angels. And look what happened.

Look where it got Gojo Satoru.

To find out that he had healed mid fight because of you at the expense of so many people hurt him. You had one job, only one.

Why did you make him kill his loved ones? He needs to get away. A fresh start or at least some air. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do.

Gojo stands tall among the sand. The smell of the water is refreshing. Waves against the rocks and the white sand, the sun against his skin and the birds flying overhead, is so serene.

“Gojo.” Everything comes to a halt at the sound of that grating voice. He doesn’t face you yet. No, you won’t ruin this for him too.

“You have to come back, Satoru.” You’re finally face to face with him. “Go away.” He dismisses you quickly and quietly. He doesn’t want to ruin this for himself.

“We have to go back.”

“Nanami would have loved this. They all would. Maybe even Megumi.”

He can still hear his students, his friends, too. The past life he lived as he raised the Fushiguro’s echo in his mind. Megumi was always gloomy, always. Tsumiki was a ray of sunshine with a solemn look in her eyes. She was forced to grow up at an alarming speed in order to take care of the grumpy troll. And she was never thanked. He knows that was what Megumi was thinking.

That he never got to thank her for loving him. For standing for him at his lowest and never letting go. Yeah, Tsumiki was amazing. And Satoru Gojo, her adopted dad, didn't say thanks, either. She would have loved the sea. Maybe in another life, he can take his kids here.

“I want to stay. I think this is how I get back to the airport.” He hears you sigh. “I know. But you left the airport for a reason, remember?”

“I shouldn’t have.”

“If you didn’t, they’d be gone, too. We can’t-” He scoffs and interrupts. “We? Since when are we ‘we’?”

“You can’t heal if you can’t see what’s left.”

“ Nothing’s left!” He screams with his face red. You reach for his hand. “We are here. Hold onto us.”

The bell rings again. He wonders how it keeps following him. He looks around curiously. He questions, “The bell tolls for me, doesn’t it?”

“No, it’s for everyone to know the time.” You answer in a patient voice. He hates that. You talk like a doctor. There's enough of those to go around, he doesn’t need any more.

“Stop talking. Don’t ruin it for me.”

“What?”

“The bell is for me. I’ll be right after them, you’ll see.”

You hold out your hand and reluctantly, he takes it. You lead him out of the street with cars honking their horns. You hold him close out of his delusion. It is his price of using too much curse energy and the reverse technique. Gojo doesn’t know that he’s not in Malaysia as he imagined Nanami would have liked. He doesn’t know the truth of his students. He doesn't realize that the airport he wants to return to doesn't exist.

He blames you, yes, but you’ll stick with him. He'll heal one day.

Right now, he doesn’t understand that the bell isn't for him and hasn’t been for these past four years since Sukuna. That he has suffered so much that his head is stuck. But one day, he’ll heal, and he won't be alone. Even if he doesn't, you will hold his hand, nonetheless.

#gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk #jjk fanfic #angst #q #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #spoilers #tw: suicide ideation #i think?

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celestialulu · 4 months

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oooooooo you wanna tell me about nalu kpop au oooooooooooo you wanna tell me about nalu kpop au soooo bad

I feel like this is gonna be hard to do as a lot of the things I thought of bounced off of your ideas lol,, sorry if i accidentally stole ur ideas... anyway heres my thoughts on a nalu kpop au (its gonna be a LONG post i have a LOT of thoughts my baddd):

Well first of all I make a pinterest board for most of the aus I think of, just for a general idea and aesthetic and heres the one i did for that !!

(sorry it may not be that great I just needed some stuff to visualize it lol)

-Honestly i'm indecisive and cannot decide if I would personally put them in a group or if they would be soloists. I do think Lucy would suit being a soloist and it has a lot of potential if she were, reasons like her being from a prestigious family could be interesting with lucy feeling isolated and lonely a lot.

-Following the last point, maybe a lot of people in the industry might not really feel the need to talk to her much or have pre-existing assumptions about her and how she would act.

-Natsu (also a popular idol in the industry) first interacts with Lucy at some award show and he knows of her and loves her songs and performances but in that moment he doesn't really connect the dots and realize it's her, but he knows that she feels familiar for some reason.

-They talk a little and Lucy is surprised as she doesn't speak to many people that aren't staff or management and forced promotional stuff. She's a little awkward and she tends to talk a lot and rant because of that and Natsu thinks she's kinda weird (but in a nice way). They're cut off from that and don't see each other for the rest of the evening.

-Natsu realizes it was Lucy a few days later and no one believes that talked with her.

-They become close friends after being tasked to do a collab stage performance together.

-They practice a LOT, of course because they are hard workers but also because they enjoy spending time together and spending time together outside of work would cause rumors.

-The pure tension they have while practicing some of the moves for the performance.

-Natsu getting hit on the head of how attractive Lucy is after they go all out in one of their final practice sessions when shes sweaty, hair completely sticking out everywhere and wearing comfy baggy clothes which she wore for the purpose of practicing. (and also vice versa for Lucy)

-Natsu and Lucy looking hot (and cute) as fuck on a magazine cover photoshoot together.

-And alternatively, Natsu or Lucy looking hot as fuck for a solo magazine photoshoot and the other seeing it and having their own crisis.

-After the collab stage they aren't able to hang out or meet, even though Natsu has tried to on his on accord but his management has to make sure he doesn't, and although Lucy also misses hanging out with him she doesn't want any rumors to circulate and Natsu makes it his mission to try and find her at any event she might also be attending.

-They text and call a lot. Natsu often gets teased by others because of how much he smiles and laughs while texting Lucy.

-Natsu sends Lucy pictures of ANYTHING that has her on it in public. (posters, magazines, billboards etc etc)

-Natsu and Lucy start to hang out again after Lucy accidentally gets a little tipsy at some event and it's a casual event so Natsu is able to be the one to take Lucy home.

-Then starts the secret meetups, them dressing up in disguises and heavy clothing to even travel to somewhere private like each others home.

-Natsu has the most HIDEOUS disguises btw and Lucy tries to act peeved but she can't help but smile at the silly disguises.

-Lucy attends one of his tour concerts, she wears a bright ribbon in her hair she knows he's seen her wear before hoping he might see her in the audience. He texts her excitedly after the concert asking if she was really there.

-Natsu gifts Lucy matching friendship jewelry for her birthday (could be a necklace or bracelet but for this I like the idea of a necklace more) They both wear them 24/7.

-they hide it for a LONG time… like we're talking MONTHS and then they accidentally slip up and one day people find paparazzi pics of each where the matching jewelry is seen.

-Then they get CRAZY dating rumors like it is EVERYWHERE…

-Lucy is freakinggg the fuck out and Natsu just feels bad because Lucy is so anxious, he couldn't really care less about the public thinking Lucy is his gf but he does get it as rumors like this can damage a career and he knows that.

-They keep silent and carry on as though nothing happened and the rumors sort to die down after a while but theres still those odd few people who believe in it.

-Lucy doing a sexy cunty stage performance on a big big show, and Natsu is attending in the audience and someone slyly filmed his reaction where he is very visibly stunned and very confused about his feelings for her. It circulates social media a lot.

-Lucy sees this video but makes herself believe he isn't into her like that.

-Natsu acts completely indifferent to the video so people won't ask him about it.

-As much as most people would act like he doesn't know Lucy at all after the rumors, on tv shows he doesn't hesitate to sing or dance to her songs publicly.

-People notice how much Natsu and Lucy are very comfortable with each other, teasing and arguing endearingly with each other on a reality tv show.

-They start hanging out publicly without caring after this.

-Them writing lyrics about each other in songs, and Lucy is VERY angsty and poetic about it.

-Lucy getting drunk and asking Natsu "What would we be if we weren't this?"

-Natsu thinks she means career wise, and starts to think of what he would be if he wouldn't be an idol. She clarifies she meant them as in their relationship with each other. He can't answer.

-After that, it's a little awkward. Natsu doesn't know if she remembers. She does. But she doesn't dare act like she does.

-It gets a bit more crazy as they are asked to do another collab stage together after the success of the last one. They accept because, yknow, its like the best way for them to hang out privately without crazy disguises and the like.

-As if the last collab performance was bad enough without the choreography being an average dance this one is WAY WORSE. a lot more contact. a lot more closeness.

-The ending pose of the performance is Lucy laying on the floor and Natsu leaning over her.

-One day, they practice for HOURS straight trying to get it right and perfect the dance. After going all out, and in the ending pose Natsu is looking down at Lucy's messy hair and flushed face and her wide eyes. He kisses her.

-They ditch practicing for the evening and end up making out in the dance practice room for a while.

-Their new collab stage gets leaked when Lucy breaks her ankle and carries her down the street fast as FUCK where there's a really close hospital nearby. He feels bad as they have been practicing so much as an excuse to hangout with each other.

-They basically become "official" after that, but still try and keep it secret from the public. It kinda falls apart after pictures come out where Natsu clearly has a hastily wiped lipstick mark on his cheek and Lucy's neck is littered with hickeys.

-People connect the dots with Natsu and Lucy acting insufferable with each other in public, Natsu cheering his lungs out and supporting Lucy so loudly, and Lucy likewise but a little more restrained than him.

-Natsu once went viral for punching someone trying to get too close to Lucy.

-They never officially state they're together but they don't hide it as much after a while and then in the future one day it comes out that they're literally engaged.

-They have the cutest wedding pics ever and Lucy plays a song she wrote about him before they got together at their wedding.

-Then they're happily supporting each other's activities as a married couple, Natsu commenting and reposting everything Lucy posts and being very loud about her comebacks. Lucy is the same.

This is long as fuck and there's probably so many other things to say but this ended up basically being a whole as story instead of odd headcanons this probably makes ZERO sense. my bad. hope you enjoy anyway <3

#i might as well of made a full length fic with this LMAO #im scared a lot of these dont scream nalu specifically but i did try #its nearly 2am and i have college so sorry if this is bad <3 #fairy tail #nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel

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td-tbbg-official · 3 months

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Valentine’s Day - Short Story

“That will be $47.06. Will that be cash or card?”

“Oh my God, babe, like in your favorite video game! Isn’t that so cool?”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did! How could I not?”

“Oh, I just… Thought that… Nevermind, I’m just kinda flattered.”

“And it’s a cute coincidence, isn’t it? You’re buying me gifts that round up to your favorite number—”

“Will that be cash or card?” Heather shouts, loud enough for the most annoying couple she’s seen today to snap out of making heart eyes at each other and look at her.

“Um, card,” the guy reluctantly says as he takes out his wallet.

“Fucking finally,” the cashier mumbles under her breath, thankfully quietly enough for the clients not to hear.

“I take it your day isn’t going well…” the girl chuckles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Heather snarls.

Fuck this ‘customer service’ smiley face façade, she couldn’t care less. This is her fourth job this year anyways, and it’s only February. Maybe by Women’s Day, she’ll be at her eighth. That’d be a pathetic record, and she can’t believe she actually partly wants to reach it, just to feel something again.

“Oh, nothing, sorry,” the girl chuckles again. “Forget it. Have a lovely day! Happy Valentine’s!”

“Go die in a ditch,” Heather retorts, mostly to her computer, her tone hushed again in order to not get fired.

Stupid couples in this stupid store on this stupid holiday. It’s all a scam anyways. A holiday invented for the sole purpose of making single people feel lonely, aromantic people feel invalid, and benefiting off the money in those in relationships. Who the hell thought of this?

Her day could be much worse, she is well aware. She could be swarmed by TDI superfans looking to get her autograph. She could be swarmed by TDI superfans looking to cause her untimely demise. She doesn’t know which one is worse at this point. Lovey-dovey couples are the last of her worries, but she can’t help but roll her eyes at every single one.

Deep down, she knows why; but she refuses to admit it to herself. She tells herself she’s moved past him, that she’s grown as a person and, in turn, outgrown him.

But if she goes even deeper, she knows it’s not true. As mostly everything Heather Kasuga has told in her life, this, too, is a lie.

***

It’s when he drops his make-up brush for the umpteenth time that Alejandro breaks. Not into tears, no; he actually breaks his bathroom mirror. It’s only then that he bursts into tears, because he’s cut himself on the glass, and doesn’t have enough money to replace his mirror.

It’s not like it matters, anyways. He’s become hideous, and he knows this. He wonders why he even has this mirror in his apartment – it’s not like he still likes looking at himself, as he did many years ago… What has it been, a decade? And does it matter? Time stopped after Total Drama, and its importance faded away with it.

On this day, he tends to think back to that damned show, believe it or not. The bonds he’s made on it never leave his head, and one in particular stands out; it’s the one that haunts him most, the one that he wishes actually lasted.

Of course, it’s impossible. They’ve grown. She’s strong, and she’s surely gotten past him.

But he’s weak, and he hasn’t. And he knows this, but never will he admit it.

For Alejandro Burromuerto refuses to tell another lie. Whatever exists up there knows where that gets him.

***

END STORY

Ah, Valentine’s Day. The perfect day to show your partner just how much you love them by giving into the horrors of capitalism and buying them more chocolate than they could eat in a year! How wonderful.

I... seriously pity you if you were expecting something cutesy, haha! Oh my God, the look on your face must be priceless! Listen, when I said these two were going through it, I meant it!

Hey, if it’s any consolation, Chef and I are doing great. We’re watching the first few seasons back to back while laughing at every single painful moment, reminiscing of the screams we’ve heard while on set and ranking them. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is...

coming soon to an AO3 near you.

questions, concerns, suggestions to be deposited in the ask box.

TD: TBBG is written by @canonically47. the blog is entirely run by the writer.

!!! reblogs > likes !!!

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obsessedwhim · 10 months

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A Lovely Evening

Fingers clawed at concrete slabs in pathetic efforts to savour every last second to save your own life. Horrible sharp libs grabbed at your kicking legs as you screamed as loud as you could. Your lungs found it difficult through your panicked heaves but with every squeeze of your airless sacks, an unknown saviour drew closer.

The hideous masked creature pulled you closer, delighting in how your scratches drew blood leaving small paths of smeared crimson behind. His grin ever bared until you threw a bag at his arms, "Stop! Don't Touch Me!!" You demanded with fright in your stare, more white than pupil in your eyes as the monster's nauseating breath drew near in hot waves, as if he were laughing at your last attempt. Awarding you with a first-class seat to his stomach.

The Hollow's jaw lowered as he continued to drag your struggling body into the bellows, but in a stricken hurry, the beast clamped down on your leg and bound you backwards with a threatening growl.

Although you couldn't see what caused your captor to suddenly drop you to the floor you were thankful, until you were picked up by your bloodied ankle and you screamed in retort.

The monster waved you mindlessly, much like bait on a string, "If you want to kill me, Soul Reaper, you'll have to kill this silly little human too" He giggled with another wave of your meat sack.

"Put me- AAArrrGGH! PutMeDOWN!" You dug your nails into its hairy hand. Scratching and clawing to raw the skin before taking a big chop of your own, which gained the Hollow's attention only for him to attempt to shake off your imbecilic attack.

Grabbing you in his fist the Hollow was ready to smack your tiny melon skull right in front of whomever spooked it enough to use you as a pathetic excuse of a meat shield. Just as the air rushed passed you the ground was stopped mere seconds before your cheekbone was crushed against it, and then you fell again, meeting the ground in a hurtful gasp.

You could only roll and grovel in your pit of airless pain until you noticed that there was no longer a claw surrounding you. Eyes widened as its flinching fingertips began disintegrating and the owner of said fingertips squealed in anguish, bounding away once more while watching a man clad in dark robes step from the shadows with the glare of a lifetime.

Taking his eyes from the Hollow Ichigo knelt with twitching brows. The creature still crying in the background, proclaiming that there was no need for such division between himself and the vanishing limb.

Some sort of growl came from the ginger's throat before he tossed his sword, pinning the Hollow to a nearby fence.

"I.. chi.." You fought every grave feeling telling you to stop moving, and you forced your eyelids to flutter open "...go?" You gasped unevenly as he stared into your wincing eyes with a monologue of apologies hiding behind his sight.

Ichigo took your hand and grazed his remote orbs over your broken leg and various wounds before lifting your knuckles to his cheek to comfort you, "I'm sorry this happened to you, I'll be right back"

Though his tone was reassuring a terrifying shadow overtook the male's brown. Once he stood the air seemed to be thicker than water, and breathing became more difficult than ever but boy would you sure as hell not look away from this moment.

You had never seen Ichigo so angry in person before. You'd heard stories but you figured they were stretched for entertainment purposes... now it seemed as though they were played down for supernatural purposes. Who'da thought? Clearly not you.

You watched as a strange white mask overtook his handsome features and you had never felt so close to the devil. A powerful feeling of eager eeriness drifted through the small alleyway where your attack had taken place. His sandaled feet standing where your bloody smears had been left behind.

Ichigo's sword released a strange vibe but there was no way to study it before it was thrown through the body of the one-armed Hollow, its legs and torso splitting from each other as though he had been like that this whole time. Just like his arm, the rest of his beaten body began collapsing into nothing, as if Thanos himself had snapped the creature away.

The mask and monster alike vanished into the night but your pain had only just begun setting and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open, maybe just a little sleep. You were sure none would mind, concrete has never been so comfortable...

"Hey.. Hey! Wake up, you can't sleep here!!" Ichigo shook you from the dozy spell as he raced over street lights and household roofs, "Don't worry, I know someone who can heal you.. you'll be alright by tomorrow, I promise" He mentioned with a tough scowl, though you knew better than to assume he was thinking clearly right now.

Those thoughts could be dealt with tomorrow and, for now, you just wanted to enjoy being in Ichigo's arms and watching the town lights below the two of you- despite having a leg now consisting of bone fragments.

Ichigo raised an odd brow at you as you nuzzled yourself into comfort and thanked him for such a lovely evening.

#bleach headcanons #bleach ichigo #fanfic writing #fanfiction #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x reader #adult ichigo kurosaki x reader #fanfics #ichigo kurosaki x oc #bleach x reader #Hollow #Hollow attack #ichiiiiiigggggooooooo

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ferzin · 5 months

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TW: TRANSPHOBIA EXPIERIENCE (god why me), also some swearing

note: on art my trans-coloured sona ripping apart terf's (fart's) flagterf — trans exclusionary radical feminist fart — feminism appropriating ridiculous transphobe

guten abend, meine freunde. i want to spill out my hatred and also share disgusting situation that happened to me. this august i've published my meet the artist on other platform (it hadn't english lettering, so it wasn't here). i've pridly anounced myself as trans and nb. and i will not reject my identity for someone's air-built painful perception that there's more than two genders. "why such thoughts?" you may ask. well, a few days ago my partner find out what i got publishly disgraced 'cause of my transgender. how sweet. i'm convinced once again that some individuals' brain convolutions stopped working somewhere at the beginning of puberty, which is why the narrowness of their thinking causes exclusively condescending pity. yeah, it's hard to be slow-witted in modern society when where's so much useful and correct information, and you're still thinking in such medieval terms. i despise terf/fart or other transphobes and openly express pure rage to this kind of "people". i hate any radical movement no matter if it regards quirphobia or other important aspects of my/other's lives. and i won't tolerate if such individuals will come close to me or my close people. there's no meaning if the hatred is shared. so all that pile of lousy sh*t: terf, homophobes, any other transphobes, sexist, racist and etc. — go to hell. go away from me and my relatives. 'cause i will tear apart anyone, who will insult my loved ones. and they will do the same for me. one thing that drove me feral — commentaries were fully misgendering me. believe me, you don't know how much i'm pissed off. there's no words to descride it. but i think other trans-persons will understand me... sadly. misgendering person on purpose is just hideous. it's banal rudeness and direct insult. if someone's gender for whatever reason huffs you (which is, honestly, weird and kinda selfish, especially if there's no logical reason), then simply don't contact with that person. no talking behind back either. don't have courage to say calmly you're complaint in face — then shut the f*ck up. btw, that post with hate on me was published anonimously :) baby pissed their pants, yikes, how saaad. uhh... if you knew how much i'm tired of this... i don't ask pity for me, i don't need it, but... to turn heat down i want to talk a little 'bout myself. right now i'm firmly confident in my identity. i'm almost a fully formed person, and i have enough background to tell that with determination. i will not bow to some randoms' convenience. i will not "accept" my birth gender. my gender, my identity — is only my own choice. no one don't have even a single right to tell me who to be, no one couldn't know wnat's in my head. i went through a lot and will never again submit to someone’s desires just to be comfortable. i suffered from dysphoria from an early age, I felt out of place. i was burning from tantrums and tortured myself both mentally and physically from hatred of my appearance, personality, everything. i almost f*cking died because i felt wrong. and now when i'm finally feeling better some dumbs dare to say "she's just having an episode"? hell, no. ✨ i am transgender, i am nonbinary, i am who I really am. ✨ all my scars show my way. too long i was choking my true identity, so now i will not cut myself for some stranger's comfort. my life belongs only to me. and i'm the grandmaster here. i am insanly happy thanks to my loved ones. they except me absolutely, they don't demand to fit the norms of conservatism. they value the real me. i love you. 💕

and i want to say for other people, suffering from pointless hatred and humiliation. not only trans, not even only queers! it's devastating how many people can't just be free... i hope someday the society will open their eyes. but for now... dont't give up and be yourself!

#trans #transgender #transmasc #transphobes #lgbtq #queer #nonbinary

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dragondemoness · 2 years

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Junko with male s/o who's talent is being unpredictable aka ultimate hell raiser. And to add some spice to it they have a habit of randomly disappearing and ending in crazy shenanigans

Junko Enoshima with an Ultimate Hell Raiser S/O (plus red headed bonus)

Upon hearing about your talent, you sounded chaotic and maybe destructive

Which sounded perfect for the Ultimate Despair goddess

So she sought you out immediately, asking what your talent meant and what it is you do

You basically shrugged your shoulders and said "idk I raise hell and cause chaos"

She wanted to see it in action, so she began hanging out with you more

And BOY did you live up to your title

It wasn't even just about causing harm, it was literally just causing chaos

Like you would go to see fireworks together, and you watched them near the spot where they were going off

Junko would turn away from you for one second, then she turned back, and the fireworks stand was on fire and the guy launching the fireworks was running around in circles while screaming

And you just stood there like nothing was going on and that you had no part in it

And Junko just thought "omg he's perfect"

It seemed like everywhere you went, something would go wrong

Sometimes it was on purpose, sometimes it was just the devil taking the wheel

Like you would go to a restaurant on a date, and somehow the kitchen would get set on fire

But it somehow happened after you got your food, so you could just take it and leave without paying

Or during your time at Hope's Peak, where a fire drill might be an actual fire

All because of your talent

The entire student body lived in fear of you

And Junko loved everything about it

Turning the entire world to despair was child's play with your help

And even when there were almost no people, no establishments, you still brought chaos with you everywhere you went

But Junko loved every moment of it

You were everything she was hoping for hehe how ironic when she heard about you

Even if you had no idea what you were getting into when you made the deal, you're here now, and you're living in the moment with your despair goddess

Oh, and one last thing...

Something that threw Junko off when she met you was your flaming red hair

I mean, you're called the "Ultimate Hell Raiser," so you may as well look the part, right?

And she LOVES to make fun of you for it

Like, you'll both just end up in banter matches just because of your har

"Seriously, why did you dye your hair such a vibrant red color?? It looks like literal fire!"

"That's the point! It's for the talent. If I'm gonna act like a demon, I'm gonna look like one."

"Well, there are other ways of doing that besides dying your hair such a hideous, bright color!"

"Excuse me, it highlights my-"

"SILENCE, YOU FIRE-CROTCHED PEASANT!!!"

And of course, she said that last line in her queen persona

Oh boy...

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #junko enoshima x reader

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mortemoppetere · 11 months

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TIMING: current LOCATION: Tír na nÓg PARTIES: @itzbridiebitch & @mortemoppetere SUMMARY: emilio tracks a client's stolen heirloom to bridie's club. bridie is reluctant to part with her new toy. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

The client had been rich. It was clear from the look of her, the way she carried herself. She had a lot of money, and that was the sort of thing that could be either good or bad for Emilio, depending on how the case went. A rich client who was happy with the results of his investigation could offer a pretty sizable bonus. A rich client who wasn’t could really, really fuck him over.

He always had been a risktaker.

The case, at least, was relatively simple. There’d been a breakin a few weeks back. Most of the stuff stolen had already been replaced, either by insurance or by the huge bank account the woman boasted. But there was one item in particular she couldn’t replace — a family heirloom that had belonged to her grandmother. She’d shown Emilio a photo, left it with him to help the case. It was an ugly, gaudy thing. A gold chain with a big, ugly emerald on the end of it, shining brightly under the flash of the camera that had taken the photo. It looked both expensive and useless, one of those things people kept that cost a small fortune and served no real purpose. So, naturally, getting it back was the most important thing in the world to this client.

Luckily, it was as unique as it was hideous. A real one of a kind type of ugly, the sort of thing no one would ever replicate on purpose. The pawn shop owner who’d bought it — a jumpy man who kept looking off behind Emilio when he spoke, kept glancing around his shop with wide eyes in a way that was deeply unsettling — remembered it well enough. He’d sold it to a woman who’d worn it to a club and taken it off at her table, forgetting about it when she’d left. An easy enough trail to follow.

Unfortunately, the end of that trail meant he had to go to a goddamn club. It certainly wasn’t his idea of fun.

He went during the day, in hopes that the place might be empty. It wasn’t, not entirely, but the crowd wasn’t quite bad enough to make him anxious. Emilio was able to duck through them without much trouble, making his way to the bar and nodding to the woman behind it. “You got a lost and found?”

—

Bridie did love a good sparkly thing.

Usually this pertained to things like mirrorballs and lights, or sequins and rhinestones on a dress.

However, sometimes people were foolish enough to wear their finest jewelry into her club. And when that happened… Well, Bridie could never turn down a little gift.

It was a gaudy thing, sure. No body needed a emerald that was practically the size of a peach pit. But the way it had sparkled around the womans neck had caused Bridie to hone in on her. She’d chatted the woman up, and after a little persuasion of the hypnotic variety, the woman had taken off the necklace, and left it on the bar with Bridie for safe keeping while she’d gone off and danced like she was still twenty-two. Bridie had snatched it up without so much as a second thought.

Well, now she was having second thoughts about it. Now that she was behind the bar, cramming a cocktail skewer with an ungodly number of cherries on it into her whiskey glass, with a man asking about a lost and found. We don’t, it’s called finders keepers policy. She thought, standing up straight to look at the man. Bridie flashed him a winning smile. “Hi there- Kind of sort of. I’ll hold on to things for a time. But what are you looking for? I think I’d remember seeing you in here before, mister…?”

________

Kind of sort of. Not exactly what he’d wanted to hear, but at least it was something. The benefit of the necklace being as ugly as it was was that she’d remember seeing it if she had. If the emerald had been a little smaller or the chain a little less flashy, this whole thing would be a lost cause. No one would remember one necklace in a sea of people on a busy night in the club unless the necklace in question turned every head there. And this one would have.

Emilio offered the bartender a charming smile. “Emilio,” he supplied. First name only, even if she’d done nothing to raise his suspicions. You could never be too careful, with things like this.

Which was also why he didn’t pull out the photo of the necklace or do anything to let her know why he was looking for it. If she had it behind the bar and knew it was expensive, she’d be a lot less likely to let go of it without a fight. People were greedy things. He’d need to play this right if he wanted to get his client’s heirloom back without splitting the finder’s fee.

“I’m looking for a necklace,” he said, leaning against the bar. “Gold chain, big, fat red gem. Kind of ugly, but it was my mom’s. Somebody broke in a few nights ago and took it, but a buddy told me he saw somebody wearing it here last night and leaving without it. It’s not worth much of anything, but se trata de la familia, you know?”

—

Of course he was there for the necklace.

“I get it- if I ever lost my momma’s pearls, she’d have my hide. They’re not even real pearls, I don’t think.” Her smile tightened slightly as she pretended to think. “Kind of ugly… kind of ugly, red gem.” She dropped her cherry skewer into her glass with a plop, and came out from behind the bar.

“It sounds kind of familiar? I’ll have to go back to my office to check- do you want something to drink, Emilio?” She fluttered her eyelashes a bit. Maybe if she hit on him and got him nice and drunk he’d forget about the stupid ugly necklace and she could keep it.

“You know, just while I get the manager to go get his lost and found bin.” As she talked, she fired off a text to the man she had in her phone as Brody-Brennan-Brian to come over and talk to the man. “And I’ll go check my office while you wait here.” Bridie’s voice was sweet, but she was feeling anything but. She loathed giving up her finds.

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Talking to people had never been something Emilio excelled at. He was built for violence more than he was built for conversation, but not everyone was the same. There were other people who were far better at this sort of thing. He’d bet money the woman behind the bar was one of them. The way she smiled at him, the way she brought up a similar situation in her own life without any prompting from him.

She was also hiding something. That was pretty clear.

He nodded as she mentioned that it sounded familiar. “I don’t mind waiting,” he replied. He knew he ought to say no to the drink, but… Having a glass in his hand always helped him think a little better. “Whiskey, if you’ve got it. Neat.”

A man approached, and Emilio tensed. Was he being kicked out? Just for asking about a damn necklace? But the guy took the woman’s place behind the bar as she exited it, offering Emilio a stiff nod. Ah. Just here to make sure he didn’t steal anything while the woman went to find the necklace, then. That seemed fair. Glancing to the woman, Emilio said, “Let me know if you want me to help you look. Really need to get that thing back. Can’t leave here without it.”

—

Whiskey. She nodded in approval. Hopping up on a bar stool, she leaned over the bar to snag a bottle, and a glass. “Tennessee whiskey alright with you?” Bridie asked, pouring him a neat two fingers of the liquor she’d been pouring for herself when he’d wandered in.

Baldrick-Bertie-Benedict made his way over, and just as Bridie was about to go off, Emilio just had to offer to help. Ugh, this was hard. She flashed him a winning smile. “No!” She said a bit too forcefully “No, no, no, you stay here and enjoy! Basil! Babes, this man’s drinks are on me, okay? He’s doing an important job for his family.” She winked at Emilio before skittering off to the back as fast as she could, muttering curses under her breath.

To say her office was a mess was an understatement. Stacks and stacks of papers littered the desk, and little decorative items were strewn between the piles like little travelers making their way through the mountains. Walking behind the desk, Bridie pulled open a drawer and inside was a pile of ‘borrowed’ jewelry. “No, no, no…” she said, pulling out a massive diamond ring, tear drop pearl earrings, and a small opal pendant necklace. “Aha!” She snagged the gaudy red emerald and held it to the light. “You’re so pretty though.” She pouted to herself. “At least, the stone is.” She held it up, letting it catch in the light.

_____

“That’ll do fine.” He’d never had much of a preference on what kind of whiskey he drank; after years of consuming very little else, he’d probably burned through most of his tastebuds, anyway. All he cared about was that there was plenty of it, and the bartender seemed willing enough to make sure of that.

But less willing to be overtly helpful. There was something in her voice when she assured him he didn’t need to go with her, a shrill note that didn’t belong if she was just being polite. She knew more than she was letting on, and she knew more than she was planning on telling him. And that just wouldn’t do. Emilio couldn’t go back to this client empty-handed, after all.

He glanced to the man who’d come over, raising a brow. “You know,” he said, “I think I’ll go see if she needs help after all.” The man didn’t argue, only watched as Emilio picked up his whiskey and followed the same path the woman had taken. The office was easy enough to find; easier still with the sounds of rustling coming from inside. Emilio walked as quietly as he could, coming to a stop in the doorway and leaning against it as she dug. She didn’t seem to notice his presence, and his brows shot up as she dug through her loot. Diamonds, pearls, opals. Quite the collection for a lost and found. When he saw th gleam of the gaudy jewel, he cleared his throat. “That’s the one,” he said, drawing her attention to him. “Sure appreciate you getting it back to me.” His tone left little room for argument — he was leaving with that damn necklace.

—

Bridie’s head snapped toward the sound. Fucking shit. He looked so smug, leaning against the door frame. Jerk. She smiled politely.

“Oh, this is the piece you were looking for?” She asked sweetly. “No wonder your family wanted it back, it must be worth a small fortune. Funny that they chose to wear it to a nightclub.” Sweeping her arm across the desk, the other accessories fell back into the drawer that Bridie closed with a thunk.

She begrudgingly held out the remaining accessory to the man. “Well, at least I could be of assistance.” The words felt wrong coming out of her mouth, even if they weren’t a lie. Why did being professional have to suck so bad? “Is there anything else they may have forgotten? Like maybe they meant to gift the necklace? Or they lost it in a bet?”

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“Not really. The gem’s a fake.” It definitely wasn’t, but this would go more smoothly if she didn’t think the necklace was worth shit. There was no way she was holding onto it because she liked the way it looked; it had to be the ugliest goddamn necklace Emilio had ever seen.

He reached out, taking the necklace from her and holding it up to inspect it. It didn’t particularly matter if it was damaged — the client just asked him to get it back, and it wasn’t his fault if it had gotten fucked up at some point — but it still wouldn’t be a bad thing to take stock before handing it back to its owner. When he was satisfied, he wrapped the chain around his hand an put his hand into his pocket. He couldn’t risk her (or anyone else in the club) trying to take it back without him realizing.

“Like I said, somebody broke in and stole it. Whatever they might have done with it after doesn’t matter much. Wasn’t theirs to gift or bet, right? My mom will be happy to have it back.” The lie tasted a little acidic on his tongue, though he made no outward indication of this. Yeah. This was the last time he’d claim he was doing something for his mom on a case. He didn’t like the way it felt.

—

Bridie frowned. A fake? It didn’t look fake. Or feel fake, for that matter. But Bridie wasn’t a jeweler- she was non discriminatory in her love for sparkly things. A rhinestone and a diamond both managed to catch the light and look pretty. But a rhinestone couldn’t be sold for the same price. Maybe she should give it back.

Still, she couldn’t help the small pout that crinkled her face as the sparkly treasure was plucked from her grasp. She watched the man inspect it, growing more impatient by the second. Couldn’t she at least have a little present for giving it back? Like money? Or a snack? She wondered what his euphoria would taste like…

“You’re right.” She said with all the sweet calmness of a thunderstorm. Bridie sighed, stepping back into her usual, peppy demeanor. “At least you’re doing it for your momma. I can respect that. Tell her to make sure to keep that necklace nice and safe, even if it is a fake.”

She stepped away from the drawers, and Bridie leaned against the corner desk . “Anything else I can do for you, Emilio?”

_____

She was clearly disappointed, but Emilio couldn’t bring himself to care. It was clear from what he’d witnessed that she had plenty of other shiny things in her collection, and even if she hadn’t he’d feel little sympathy towards her. This hideous, strangely heavy necklace was going to go right back to where it belonged. The woman in the club could probably buy one just like it at a costume shop, even if the gem inside would be fake.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure she doesn’t lose it again.” As much as he was able to, at least. He’d tell the client to invest in a safe, have her get better insurance on the damn thing, something. They’d gotten lucky this time; odds were, if she lost the necklace again, it would stay lost. Things in Wicked’s Rest usually did.

Still tightly gripping the necklace, Emilio shook his head. “Think I’m all set here. Appreciate your help. Always good to meet an honest businessperson.” Maybe there was a hint of something in the words; not quite a taunt, but something close to it. It was hard to resist.

———

“Good.” At least the old lady had someone looking out for her. The necklace might not have been worth much, but having someone who would go through all the trouble of getting it back was worth everything.

She barely managed to keep her eyes from narrowing. Was he… teasing her? He was taking the necklace, and he was teasing her about it?! Uh uh. Screw the old lady, she took every nice thought back.

A flash of teeth that certainly could have been a smile if you squinted, and Bridie stepped closer. “Are you sure there isn’t anything else I can get you before you leave? Another drink maybe?” It came out as a purr even if she was cranky now. At least she might get a thank you out of this damned exchange.

_______

He had to work to keep the amusement from showing on his face. She was clearly less than happy with the exchange, though Emilio couldn’t imagine why. Surely she didn’t want the necklace that badly. It was one of the ugliest things he’d ever seen, looking more like cheap costume jewelry than a priceless family heirloom, and it certainly didn’t go with her demeanor. She seemed like the kind of person who probably cared an awful lot about fashion, and even if Emilio knew nothing about fashion trends, he couldn’t imagine this necklace was currently ‘in.’ She probably only wanted it because he wanted it.

It was a level of petty that he could kind of relate to.

Her smile was more a flash of teeth than a genuine expression of politeness, and Emilio returned it in kind. In the back of his mind, he heard Rhett’s voice reminding him never to thank a stranger no matter how kind they might be, felt the phantom cup of a slap on the back of his head any time he even started to utter the word. The desire to thank the woman wasn’t really there the way it might have been for a kind waitress at a cafe or a friend who gave him something nice, so he didn’t have to fight it. Instead, he only shook his head. “I’ve got everything I need. I think you’ve done plenty for me already.”

—

She let out a long sigh. God damn it. Not even a thank you. She hated it when she got nothing out of a situation like this. Now she was down a sparkly thing, and had absolutely nothing to show for the loss. Bridie nodded, gesturing to the door of her office.

“Well, I try to be helpful.” She couldn’t say she was happy to do so. “If you ever stop by again, just ask for me.” She’d make sure he partied nice and hard the next time he showed his face. For now, Bridie decided to let him go. Toying with him now would simply be a level of petty that was beneath her. “Tell your momma she has a fun taste in jewelry for me.”

______

“Sure, will do. Don’t think I caught your name…?” He let the end of the sentence hang, leaving room for her to either tell him her name or tell him to fuck off. It didn’t matter much either way to Emilio. He had what he’d come for, after all, and he didn’t need much more than that.

It took everything he had not to wince at the mention of his ‘mother.’ He wished again that he’d chosen a different cover story for this, but he was a decent actor. He could fake it for a few more minutes. “Will do,” he agreed with a nod.

—

“Don’t think I threw it.” She grinned fiendishly, letting his question dangle perilously in the air for a few moments. “But I guess you can call me Bridie. Everyone does. But I’m pretty sure if you’d asked for the hot one with pink hair they’d have figured it out eventually.”

He may have taken her shiny new toy. May have caught her in the act and snatched it from her grasp. May have looked impossibly smug while doing so. But Bridie it was clever following her to the back, so she’d respect it. For now. Sauntering to the door, Bridie patted his cheek as she moved past. “See you around, Emilio.” With a wink, she took off down the hall, ready to go find some new shiny toy to replace the bauble she’d lost.

#itzbridiebitch #bridie: emeralds are a girl's worst nightmare #wickedswriting #s1 writing #season 1

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crossover-enthusiast · 5 months

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This hideous murder accomplished, I set myself forthwith, and with entire deliberation, to the task of concealing the body. I knew that I could not remove it from the house, either by day or by night, without the risk of being observed by the neighbors. Many projects entered my mind. At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments, and destroying them by fire. At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it in the floor of the cellar. Again, I deliberated about casting it in the well in the yard -- about packing it in a box, as if merchandize, with the usual arrangements, and so getting a porter to take it from the house. Finally I hit upon what I considered a far better expedient than either of these. I determined to wall it up in the cellar -- as the monks of the middle ages are recorded to have walled up their victims.

For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls were loosely constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which the dampness of the atmosphere had prevented from hardening. Moreover, in one of the walls was a projection, caused by a false chimney, or fireplace, that had been filled up, and made to resemble the rest of the cellar. I made no doubt that I could readily displace the bricks at this point, insert the corpse, and wall the whole up as before, so that no eye could detect any thing suspicious.

And in this calculation I was not deceived. By means of a crow-bar I easily dislodged the bricks, and, having carefully deposited the body against the inner wall, I propped it in that position, while, with little trouble, I re-laid the whole structure as it originally stood. Having procured mortar, sand, and hair, with every possible precaution, I prepared a plaster which could not be distinguished from the old, and with this I very carefully went over the new brick-work. When I had finished, I felt satisfied that all was right. The wall did not present the slightest appearance of having been disturbed. The rubbish on the floor was picked up with the minutest care. I looked around triumphantly, and said to myself -- "Here at least, then, my labor has not been in vain."

My next step was to look for the beast which had been the cause of so much wretchedness; for I had, at length, firmly resolved to put it to death. Had I been able to meet with it, at the moment, there could have been no doubt of its fate; but it appeared that the crafty animal had been alarmed at the violence of my previous anger, and forebore to present itself in my present mood. It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the deep, the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned in my bosom. It did not make its appearance during the night -- and thus for one night at least, since its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul!

(Stopping so ya can read)

Cask of Amontillado reference??

Also yeah I see what you mean with this guy being friends with Dexter good lord

#Sunny Tag

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javannajohn · 1 year

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They Are only Human.

Summery: Life and Death goes for a walk.

A/N: Sooo I wanna start posting on here, but I have no idea where to start, soooo here yu go ig..?😭 This might turn into a series, depends on how im feeling...

Warnings: mentions of toxic relationships, domestic violence, starvation. I think that is it, if there are anymore please let me know.

He looked down at her curiously as her tears wet her face. "Why is it like this?" she asked as she looked at the pitiful sight. His eyes followed her own. Parents taking advantage of their children, children hating parents, husbands beating wives, children starving, the innocent being prosecuted. She had only roamed the earth with him for a short time, and she already couldn't take the sight.

"Why is what like this?" he asked, his pale thumb brushing under her dark eyes doing little to console her. They were in complete contrast to each other. One was light the other was darkness, one the sun and the other the moon. What else do you expect when life and death meet? She was the only being as old as him and she was the only one who still cried over mortals.

"Every time" he thought, "every time you see this world you ask the same question". It was true, each time she would ask the same question, and each time he would just give her a sympathetic look before escorting her back home.

He didn't know why he strayed from his usual reaction, maybe it was because he was tired of the repeated situation or maybe it was because he was curious to hear an answer, or maybe he was hurting too. He hadn't known.

She sighed and looked around, "They have everything, and yet, almost none of them have ever experienced true joy...How can such a vibrant place produce such..."

"Terrible inhabitants?" He finished for her. She winced, she didn't like that term, they weren't terrible, not to her, they were just...insatiable and mortal, a dangerous combination, she believes that every human is redeemable, if you give them the chance, but she knew he thought differently, she knew he didn't care anymore.

"Fajr... they know so little-"

"And do so much damage with the little they know, every one of them who live well, only does so at the expense of others, Dabria" He said, sharper than intended. She looked at the world once again "They are only human Fajr. They live everyday, without a known purpose, they just figure it out on the way. How do you not find that amazing?" she inquired, turning to him.

"I don't" he said to her "because it causes this" he gestured at humanity, " just another war species, all they do is consume." Fajr had built up a hatred against the people of this world. Not because of how they violently took advantage of the other species around them or how they daily disrespected the earth and everything he had provided them with. The hatred stemmed from the blasphemy that was spoken against Dabria. They spoke of her in such negative ways.

They depicted her as a rotting body in an oversized cloak, that was unfair, cruel, vile and hideous. That was not her, she was alluring, tranquil and comforting. She wasn't cruel or unjust in anyway, she created a beautiful world for all those who suffered to live comfortably and fairly, and out of mercy she put those who caused the suffering in an eternal sleep.

And yet she speaks so highly of them, did she not know how people thought of her as if she was a curse? How they would do anything to avoid her, how they hold absolutely no gratitude toward her? If she did, it obviously hadn't matter to her, but it mattered to Fajr.

How they feared death showed how little they really understood. It was him that they should have feared, he's the one who allows them to go through such pain, not caring at all how much they had suffered.

But they were only human, why did he expect anything from them. They were just another war species, but when she looked at them, she saw so much more. She saw families, communities, cultures, intelligence. She sees a race that can take anything and turn it into art and poetry. She believes that they could do things that she could never do, good things.

He hated seeing her like this, riddled with sorrow and disappointment that the world that she believed could be so brilliant is still broken. Every time he saw her teary eyes he wished he would never have to see them like that again. But he always did, every time she had roamed the earth with him and now he was fed up with it.

Dabria looked at the world once more and the turned away. As he escorted her back to her home, a world of peace and joy, he began to think. Maybe he could find a way to make sure she never cries again, at least not over those mortals. Maybe it's time he began to intervene and put somethings into place so that the world really can be brilliant. He never liked the idea of getting directly involved with the mortals, but for her he would become one of them if it made her happy, after all life will always yield to death.

A/N : I am open to constructive criticism, I would love to hear your thoughts on my stories. I hope you enjoyed this story. Thanks for reading!

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Dream a little of me — Kaz Brekker

Resume: One bed and two hearts.

Requests :”Hello, darling! Could I request sleeping with kaz? Imagine or general headcanons, as you like. No nsfw (no need of touching tho, do what you like with it!), just sleeping in the same bed - maybe for the first time. Also bonus points if one of them will have a nightmare👀Have a good night/day, hun!🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️✨✨✨💗💗💗”

“My heart asks for all the angst of touch starved reader falling for Kaz Brekker... 😭😭😭 - 🐕‍🦺”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Grisha Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of post-traumatic stress, angst, fluff.

Word count: 3k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like.

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English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake. Requests are open. Love you❤️

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The rain was pouring down in torrents, in a fierce storm that roared into the shadowy forest like a hideous, unearthly animal. Platinum lightning’s streaked the midnight sky and thunder rumbled like as giants footsteps crashing into the ground and shaking the earth. Everything had been orchestrated to work. But nothing could have gone more wrong.

Unfortunately, not even Kaz Brekker's millions of tricks and plans could defeat the force of nature. And even you, an Infernal Entherealki, hadn't mastered the art of controlling fire or keeping warm while under a torrent of icy, biting cold water.

Your teeth started chattering, your lips turned purple, and you wondered if you could run another inch. Your muscles felt like stones and for someone who had lived with the heat of the flames his whole life, being under freezing water was extremely painful. But Kaz wouldn't let you stop. And you, as excruciating as the pain was, didn't want to stop either. The pain was strong but the desire not to let him down was more.

The two of you part of the plan that night was to go through the forest with the diamonds in pockets and find the rest of the Crows on the other side. You two would have to spend the night in that place. But all of Brekker's machinations were washed away by the treacherous and atrocious rain.

The only alternative was to run. Run to the direction where there was a small civilization and pray to find an inn or not die of hypothermia.

The angry drops of icy water were enough to steal Kaz's breath. Not because the cold was unbearable, but because his own demons, his past, were ghosts that gripped his ankles like monsters from horror stories. He didn't feel the rain, didn't feel the biting wind, Kaz just felt the sensation of the freezing, oppressive ocean drowning him. And for a second, when he looked at the small strip of fur on he wrist that wasn't hidden by his glove and coat, he swore he saw Jordie's dead skin in place of his.

He had to get out of there. But when the storm started, and Kaz run his eyes at you, your face wet from the rain, your skin constantly whipped by the cold droplets, and your cheeks extremely red from the cold, it made him gasp in a very different way. Blood pooled in your cheeks. Pulsing. Alive. He had to get you out of there.

Finding hiding places was one of his specialties, and he focused his mind entirely on it. When an inn came into view, a small relief rumbled in both of you. And Kaz looked in your direction to make sure you were okay. Alive.

As the receptionist gave the key from the last spare room to the two of you, Kaz couldn't help but feel that there was no longer any heat pulsing in your body. That made him feel miserable.

The night was cold. Unusually cool for the time of year.

"I don't think it's a good idea to carry out a robbery like that in these climatic temperatures." Inej said, walking down the stairs after Kaz "One of the Dregs caught a serious cold too while you were away."

Kaz had to be away for two days to sort out some matters of his own. Check some ship ports and finding out the weaknesses of some new merchants. And as much as he ordered his thoughts to focus solely on that purpose, he found himself daydreaming at certain times about…

"It got very serious after a few hours." Inej completed.

Kaz felt a trickle of worry trace his veins, tighten his throat But it wasn't for some bruteman of his Dregs. His source of concern was more serious, deeper, and for someone he didn't want to think about too much. Even though he told himself to keep every nerve in his body under control, in the end he was Kaz Brekker, he couldn't help but notice he picked up his pace to get faster to the live room that was strictly reserved for the Crows.

And when he walked in, following by Inej, the tree branches hit the windows, blown by the wind, tinkling. The cold was oppressive and biting, but not enough to stop Jesper from playing cards with Wylan, nor enough for Nina not to eat her candy and listen to Matthias tell of his people's legends. But the eyes of Kaz, that treacherous and treacherous organ, ran to you first. Magnetically, inevitably.

And he felt like he could breathe again.

The sight of you sitting on the black velvet sofa, with a book in your hands and your legs stretched out on the padded stool in front of you, calmed Kaz's heartbeat as nothing had ever done.

As much as he denies, in those two days his mind has swarmed over you more often than he thought wise. Brekker liked to justify that action with the fact that you were part of the gang. As close and important as Jesper or Inej. It was normal for him to be worried about the Dregs.

But why did he only see you? Why did the questions about your well-being and comfort stood out so much from any other concerns with others?

It was you. Always late at night, when Brekker was a sigh away from sleep. You were what someone he was thinking.

"Who is alive always appears." Nina announced he arrival and Kaz was pulled out of his reverie.

"Did you kill anyone these two days?" Jesper placed a letter on the table and Inej sat beside Nina.

Kaz left his hat on one of the dark marble tables. “Does it matter?"

There were other seats available in the room. A leather armchair next to the burning fireplace - Brekker were sure that you was controlling the temperature - an extra chair around the table where Jesper and Wylan were play, and a small divan beside Matthias. But Kaz sat beside you on the couch.

You marked the page with your finger, lowering the book gently. He didn't need to see the cover to know what it was. It was a romance clichéd eighteenth-century. He had given it to you before he left.

"Everything worked?" You smiled and Kaz had the feeling that he wanted to memorize that smile in a painting to always appreciate it.

"And doesn't always do?"

Even with the biting cold that wasn't stopped by the fireplace, Brekker could feel the heat from your body emanating, like a delicious temptation. You were always so hot. Bathed in the sun's rays. He didn't know if infernal grisha like you gave off so much heat too, because it was impossible for that to be human. Were so intense...delicious. Even with multiple layers of clothing, if Kaz approached you he could feel the warmth of a tropical pirate island.

Was that why he always unconsciously sat beside you? Why did you radiate so much causticity that it made Kaz forget about the ocean's cold? Why were you like a piece of life and Kaz felt dead for a long time?

Or was it because, heat or not, you were the only thing worth being around?

All the questions were too disturbing. And Kaz Brekker didn't want to know the answer.

Now, even climbing the stairs to the room beside you, Kaz couldn't feel anything radiating from you body. Just the cold. And he hated it with every force of his being.

You're not made to take the rain, felling deadly cold, or turn your lips a bluish hue.You were not made to be cold as a corpse, with muscles stiff and sore like a dead. You were not made to look like Jordie. You were meant to be alive. To look alive. Exhale the heat of the most ardent fire and heat a room just with your presence. You were meant to scare off Kaz's winter with your summer.

For a second, Kaz wanted to hug you to give you the warmth of his own body.

You felt exhausted. The remnants of what you once day were. Every inch of your body protested, aching and tearing at muscles. The cold, sharp water did you no good. You didn't know if it was were something of your species or a trait unique to you. But it didn't do any good to you. You hated looking so miserable in that appearance, especially in front of the one man you always wanted to look beautiful to. But at that moment you were in too much pain to worry so much about it.

As soon as Kaz had put the key in the doorknob, his gloved fingers stiff from the cold, what you expected to find was a cozy room, promising a heat shower and a good, well-deserved night's sleep. But that wasn't it. You stared at the wide double bed with white sheets, perplexed. Shock competed with your pain and put your brain to work, and all your breath lurked in throat as your realized the situation.

Oh my fucking God.

You didn't have to look at Kaz to feel his entire body be rigid, in a way far more potent than the effects the rain had caused. As if the prospect of sleeping next to you was more whorse than dying of hypothermia.

You closed your expression. Half because your mood was already bad and half because the rejection was brutal. You didn't expect your passionate feelings for Kaz to be returned, nor did you expect him to feel the same longing to be close to you as you felt for him. But no woman wanted to see that a man would rather die of hypothermia than share a bed with her. Even more if he was a man she was in love with.

You entered in room first, the pain in your body clouding your thoughts.

"Do you mind if I shower first?"

Your voice was weak, and you didn't have the heart to look at Kaz. He hissed a “no” that hung in the air, and that was the last thing you heard before closing yourself in the bathroom.

His heart was beating eerily fast in his chest. As loud as the thunder outside and as unsettling as the chill of rain. His breath began to burn heavily in his throat, and suddenly his entire body was fully aware of the situation.

One bed.

Even when he took the diamonds out of his pocket and placed them on a small table, even when you came out of the bathroom and he walked in, even as he basked in the hot water, his heart still pounded wildly. Like a generator.

Kaz Brekker liked puzzles, challenges. Of things he could unravel and understand. Piece by piece. He played to win and to cheat, and the world knelt at his feet before the insight of his mind. Still, he didn't know what to do. You were like a fascinating and maddening riddle. The one thing that, no matter how hard Kaz tried, could never unravel yours mysteries. Or maybe, just, what he would never be able to do was unravel what he felling whenever he was by your side.

His heartbeat grew stronger.

Brekker remembered every deck of cards, every card played. He could keep up with the distribution of up to five decks, unlock any lock, and devise the most insane plans. But he couldn't stop the way his soul trembled whenever he laid eyes on you.

In those moments, when you looked at Kaz like he was someone much better than he actually was, Kaz wanted to be good. He wanted to be born again to become a damn decent man. For you. He wished he didn't have his demons and erase his past. Because that way, when the sun's rays hit your face and you were close enough for your scent of happiness to flood his senses, Kaz wouldn't back down. He would lean down and seal his lips in yours with the promise of a glorious future.

His heart beat faster.

Why did he feel that his whole life was always suspended whenever he were away from you? And why did he have the feeling his life could change forever if he walked out that door?

Kaz turned off the shower. The heart running like a horse. He fished out the towel and wrapped it around his waist, finding a small hamper that held neat, folded pajamas for guests. He was surprised he didn't notice you in those pajamas. You made him lose focus.

As soon as he dressed and walked out of the bathroom, his eyes immediately went to your figure. Sitting on the bed, your legs under the covers, your hands clasped together in a cupped shape with a small, flare of fire burning in the center.

You looked up at Kaz. “I managed to do something to warm you up.”

The phrase was: No for warm me up. No for warm us up. For warm you up.

Kaz lost his breath and his soul trembled. The air felt different since he stepped out of the shower, not just from the recent gust of heat. But there was something else, something lyrical, pink and lush. Something...beautiful. He did not say anything. First because he didn't trust his own words and second because he didn't know what to say. He sat beside you, a considerable distance away, but this time his fear was that you would hear the loud, racing beat of his heart.

You turned gently towards him, reaching out your hands towards him, not noticing how his hands trembled as they stretched under the hot flame. Kaz swallowed hard.

He knew how weak and drained you were, but he also knew you were aware that he loathed cold. Hated icy water. You didn't know the depth of his traumas, but the fact that you cared to the point that you were willing to use your last shred of strength to end his torment was something that reverberated in his soul.

You two didn't say anything else after that. After Kaz removed his hands from the flame, you understood that as the end of your two interactions. You two shared a mutual answer that neither would sleep on the floor. You two were adults and in no condition to be lashed by any colder.

The night moon bathed the dark room with lights in distilled silver, almost flickering through the windswept tree branches. You were back-to-back, blankets pulled up to your shoulders, breathing gently quickened. As exhausted as you two were, neither of you could sleep.

Suddenly, the whole atmosphere in room seemed to change. Like a private, enchanted piece of the world. The wind howled softly, on a calm note. The rain was still falling in torrents, but now it seemed to be adopted in a passionate tone. As if it had fulfilled its purpose and now hovered in the world with a romantic veil of water. Stars shining bright above the bedroom window, glittering like hundreds of tiny diamonds, accompanied by moonlight. Although the light was dim, it seemed to capture the lyrical essence, seem to whisper “Dream a little dream of me.”

Everything felt different, like the two of you had entered a rift in the world. A part inhabited romance, pure magic, love.

Your soul shivered, and as much as you could never prove it, you felt that Kaz's soul shivered too. Your breath hitched, burning in lungs, your body seized by a caustic tingle that snaked through every inch.

You didn't know why, but your body shifted gently on the bed, turning slightly towards the ceiling. The racing pulse in your veins. A second felt like an eternity. Kaz's body moved too, and you knew, just knew, that he was looking at the ceiling too.

Two hearts beating in the same time. Synchronized. And, by some magic or deity, you two knew that your heartbeat would never again beat another way. Always connected.

Your body moved a little more, now on belly up. And Kaz's seemed to do the same move, even without seeing you or your movements. His chest rising and falling with intensity. The rain calmed outside, turning the symphony of droplets hitting the roof into mysterious, passionate music. As if the world were plotting a whispering favor for you two.

Kaz could feel your body heat radiating once more, grazing his skin with rays of sunlight. Everything in that bedroom became poignant and intense and lyrical, inflicting sensations on him that Kaz never thought existed before. Later, it would be a shock for him to see that he was at the mercy of his own passions. Overcome by sensations that robbed him of control of his body. Later he would think about it. Later.

His soul tingled, sending gusts of heat from the inside out. The feeling was that, after 28 years of deep sleep, he had awakened. Awake. Alive.

His body moved once more, now completely on belly up. Kaz didn't have to look at you to know that you too had placed yourself in the same position. It was as if he felt the movements of your soul. His pulse was racing now, hot and boiling in his blood. And Kaz wondered if all the money in the world would bring half the sensations he was feeling right now.

What was he so afraid all this time? That question echoed through all the corridors of his soul. And Brekker feared for the answer. What kept him from having everything he craved?

Money? Pekka? Jordie's ghost and the cold ocean? Kaz feared never touching you any more than he feared his demons? Was that why he always walked away from you? Why was wanting to slide his fingers into your hot skin and not being able to fell you, be worse than any sensation he'd ever felt? Because, maybe, admitting it can change everything?

His breath hitched.

Would it be worse to be alone for the rest of his life? Doomed and cursing to a fate of revenge, death and red hate? Or, even worse for his heart, finding a girl with lovely eyes, sunny smiles and the smell of happiness? A girl that made him laugh, come out of his hiding. You. What do he will do with that? What if you open up the door that he can't close it? And If when you hold he and his heart is set in motion?

Would that be so bad? No.

His body became very aware of the approximation it was on to your. Your heat radiating into his. For some reason, Kaz was sure you was in the same condition as he was. Sharing the same feelings. The same passion hidden for so long.

Kaz should have thought of his brother, of revenge against Pekka Rollins, of the cold of the ocean. He should have weighed of his own traumas. Instead, he thought: What if I get a little closer?

The result of this was his fingertips brushing yours. And he knew the exact moment your heart sped up even more. Because his followed the same beat. Maybe following yours for the rest of his life.

You brought your eyes to him, calmly, as if that moment might disintegrate. and the world seemed suspended in that moment. Kaz slid his eyes to you as well, sharing sensations and emotions that didn't need to be put into words. It was all there, in the gaze.

His fingers crept higher, going to your hand, and plunging his touch - and his soul - into that contact. All your heat was too strong. Too intense. Doing Kaz wouldn't be able to think or feel, for the first few minutes, about anything but light, heat, summer and…happiness.

That's when you gave him a shaky, emotional smile. I would do anything for you. That's what that smile said. And Kaz answered, his hand tight with yours before letting go. Me too.

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As the sun's rays, shy and buttery, flooded the bedroom in soft color, Kaz's eyelids fluttered. The sound of birds reached his ears, and the scent of flowers and happiness invaded his nose.

It was nothing like waking up in Ketterdam.

That thought back him to reality. A reality in which he had stolen many diamonds, taken the rain and had to share the calm. A reality where Kaz Brekker touched you.

You.

Kaz opened his eyes immediately, his heart racing again. He looked frantically around the room, past the simple furniture, the closed bathroom door, the window where the light came in, and then looked to his side on the bed. That's when he realized what position he was in.

His soul heated up.

You had your back to him, your hair spread out on the white pillow, your back showing by your pajama top, your shoulder rising and falling softly with your resonant breathing. You were close. Very close. And Kaz finds, perplexed, that he is facing you. One arm rests around your waist, over the thick blankets, in an intimate and…romantic gesture.

He lost his breath. His warm, hope-shining soul whispered to him: what if it was like this every day? What if he woke up with you by his side forever? What if in time he learned to be a decent man? Trying to be normal?

Would Kaz do this for you?

You shifted in bed, turning onto his side, front for him, snuggling deeper under his touch and moving closer, as if Kaz were your oasis in the desert. No skin was actually touching, your breath hit his warm chest, and if Kaz lowered his lips even further, he could feel your lips on his.

Yes. He would.

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majodump · 3 years

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Loto origins

A very long-Long time ago I used to be a beautiful flower I was seen as one of the most beautiful flowers in the celestial garden. I was right in the middle for all to see my beauty and for me to be able to listen to all and everything that included praise by many that passed but also the knowledge that elders and all that came to the garden share.

They praise me they all loved me and between their love for me and all the knowledge that I was learning I started to develop a conscience as

I learn more and more from the sermons and stories and I had a pretty good understanding of what life was like for the people around me even was able to Study some of their secrets and learn their techniques but of course, being a simple and yet beautiful flower I was able to learn this trick but not perform them nevertheless life was wonderful until one day...

It was a normal day in the garden

A day that looked to be like any other

That was until HE appears...

I had seen him mindlessly pass by from time as he made his presence obvious by his improper appearance

And loudness.

I can still hear the whispers of all those passers-by telling the story of this powerful fo and all the miss adventures that his name carry.

This time the whisper came again telling the tales of how he came back after 500 years and he is now asking for help in one of his quests. But now he was obligated to wait for settings near the pounds until his help arrived. He looks so bored and a little sad.

My petals glow as a chuckle wanted to escape me. "This was the terror that almost devastated heaven all does millennia? And now the all-powerful terror is asking for help?? Don't make me laugh because I would if I could."

As my petals glow and glow I realize I had taken the attention of this unwanted guest. Whom is a feed of stupidly and impulsiveness decided to rip me out of my home and stack me away between his persona and the trigger kilt he carried. After that everything when dark...I could barely hear the conversation ad and I try to do glow to do anything that would make my presences know but in the end it was futile. All I was able to hear was the screams of my capture begging to take his circle way but those too were sent to deal ears.

After the fight, it went quiet and all I felt was darkness

and silence.

After a while, I felt a strong breeze as the kilt move to reveal a the beautiful sky as I have never seen before but before I could admire the scenic view I realize I was getting close up from the garment and before I could do anything I felt ...I fell for like it felt years my home my life my purpose they were all gone and all I can see was the skies above and a Figure getting more distant by the second. I

And then I was covered in darkness again.

When I woke up I was in the water and I thought I was safe for a the moment I even thought it was home

But there was a feeling something I have never felt before it was something paralyzing and horrible. I think I heard people of the palace talking about a similar experience After battles. They called it....pain.

I was in pain. I couldn't move the only thing I could see was the sky above but I try to feel where this so-called pain was coming from because I had never felt this before but more than that I had never felt anything before..and with this realization came to another thought "I had never felt this before" as I try to move my leaves I felt them has broken and as if both of them had been split into 2 parts for each leaf a lot of me felt like it was broken all over my stem was craked in two maybe 3 different parts? And my petals felt extremely heavy.

I lay there in that pond wondering about this new feeling I saw the night and day pass by multiple times and during this time even when I couldn't get up I started to learn to use and the split of my leaves and little by little I had been able to move my right leaf and put it in front of me to be able to see the damage caused but instead of my beautiful leaves what I saw it was nothing the most hideous monstrosity and hand that almost the mirror that one from that fault the creature that took me the way, was horrendously dirty and furry extremity that was occupying the space of my beautiful leaves. Was in so much shock that was able to get others extremely working only to find that it just looks as horrendous as the last.

With time was able to flip me over to see my reflection in the water...what I saw made me shiver to my Core. A beast was looking right at me a face similar to t that of the monkey that took but not quite the same and as I keep looking at it I couldn't quite recognize if its

Expression was that of fear, confusion, hopelessness, sadness, or a combination of all. The more I looked at it the more I realize that I had lost everything and more...

After many travel and attempts, I finally managed to get back home but by the time I finally arrive I was rejected by everyone around me. As they didn't want to have any other monkey problem on their hands. They didn't even recognize me and their eyes were does of coldness and disgust instead of the warm and loving faces that used to admire me.

In the end, after grading a few stuff I leap out and never look back.

Now I had a new mission and It was to find the monkey that made my life miserable and make him suffer just as much as he made me.

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Hi! I saw your request where open. And I’ve been having sever brain rot. What about a Ler! Karlnapity and Lee! Tommy fic? If not that is absolutely ok. Your writing it awesome!

Reassurance

Warnings: Panic attacks, tickling.

Summary: Tommy has a panic attack and Sapnap finds him. He brings him over to his shared house to ensure he’s alright.

Just a fair warning, I didn’t proof read this.

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The weather outside was beautiful. The sky was clear with the occasional cloud, the cool temperature of fall wrapped around Tommy as he sat on the grass. Which would’ve been nice on a normal day, but this was not a normal day. There was nothing special about today itself, just an off day for Tommy.

For him, the sky was mocking him, the sun causing him to need to shield his eyes. The weather was just cold enough to cause chills to run through his system. The leaves crunching beneath every foot step taunted him, telling him the sad story of a boy and a beach.

Tommy felt his throat tighten as tears stung his eyes. The familiar feeling of not being able to catch his breath caught up to him and before he knew it, he was seated on the ground, rocking himself back and forth.

His thoughts swirled into a hideous symphony of untrustful men. Dream, Techno, Wilbur, even his own father. He was betrayed by them all. He had no one to call his family, practically orphaned for his own safety.

He held these people in his thoughts as he sobbed and gasped for air. He knew he should’ve known better than to come out on a day like this. He was always prone to overstimulation and had never learned how to deal with such intense feelings.

His nails dug into the palm of his hand from where he had them in fists. He hit the ground, suddenly overcome with anger, only to hit a pinecone and feel pain shoot through his hand.

He broke down even more, of course that pinecone had to be placed right where he chose to sit. What kind of idiot doesn’t realize what’s around them? How could he have been so foolish as to physically lash out in his anger fueled haze? He screamed, completely overwhelmed. And, that’s when a light appeared at the end of the narrow tunnel.

“Hello?” An unknown voice called out from somewhere in the woods.

Tommy’s head shot up, “H-Hello.” He called back to them. His voice was quieter than he anticipated and rough from the past few minutes.

He heard the crunching of leaves getting closer to him and couldn’t help but feel hopeful that it may be someone who would love him. At least for a little while.

“Oh my god.”

Tommy turned his head to see who’d spoken. The figure of Sapnap stood in the vision. The man looked slightly frightened.

“Sapnap,” Tommy cried as he pushed himself up to his knees. Sapnap met him half way, taking the boy in his arms as his body, once again, was wracked with cries.

Sapnap held Tommy tightly in his arms. If he had it his way, he’d never let go of the broken image in front of him. “Shh, shh. It’s alright, Tommy. It’s all going to be okay.” He tried to calm the boy. He gently rubbed his back, hoping to help ground him.

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy stuttered out, feeling guilty for taking Sapnap’s time.

Sapnap shook his head, “Don’t be sorry. Please let me help you.” He tightened his embrace around Tommy as if scared he’d disappear.

Together, they went through calming exercises such as counting and knowing your surroundings. Once Tommy had calmed down, he was absolutely exhausted. Him and Sapnap sat on the forest floor and Tommy laid down to set his head in Sapnap’s lap.

Sapnap carded a hand through Tommy’s hair as he leaned back on a nearby tree. “I’m proud of you, Tommy. That was a hard thing to go through and you got through it.” He said genuinely.

Tommy wiped at his eyes, but weakly smiled nonetheless. “Thank you.” He sniffled, “Everything just got up to me, I guess. It’s so loud and it’s cold, and it’s too bright sometimes, and no one will stay with me.” He rambled on, feeling his breath puck back up.

Sapnap set a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I understand, things can pile up. But you have to talk to someone, Tommy, and I’d be glad to be that person.”

A pink hue dusted Tommy’s cheeks at the kind words. “Yeah. That’s good with me, or whatever.” He cleared his throat, looking away from his friend.

Tommy heard Sapnap laugh and felt a hand ruffle his hair.

“Alright.” Sapnap clapped his hands, “We’ve got to get you home, you’re absolutely freezing.”

Sapnap felt his heart tug at the scared look on Tommy’s face. “You can stay with us for a bit, we don’t mind.” He patted Tommy’s shoulder and guided him to stand.

The pair walked to Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity’s shared home. They exchanged small talk about various topics on the short walk. In no time, they’d made the journey.

Tommy was nervous. He didn’t know how Quackity and Karl would feel about him intruding in on their private time like this. He was prepared to be turned away to his own house as Sapnap opened the door.

“I’m home! And we have company!” Sapnap shouted to his fiancés. He gave Tommy a reassuring smile.

Karl was the first to greet them, running down the stairs and into Sapnap’s arms. “Sap! How was the trip?” He broke from their embrace and laid his eyes on Tommy.

“Tommy!” Quackity exclaimed, walking into the room with open arms. He took Tommy into a hug, squeezing him quickly before letting go.

“I didn’t see you there, Tom.” Karl said, also giving the boy a quick hug. “What brings you here?”

Tommy looked to Sapnap, who took the hint and answered for him. “Tommy is going to stay with us for a little. I’d feel better having him here with us, if that’s alright with you two of course.”

Quackity’s eyes lit up, “Of course! Thomas, a man after my own heart! Let me show you around.” He swung an arm around Tommy and proceeded to show him around the house. Luckily, the trio had a guest bedroom that was always ready to be used for times like these. Surprisingly, Tommy wasn’t the first person to come to their house under similar circumstances. All three of the men knew what was up, even if two of them were a little confused.

Karl and Sapnap stood by the door, Sapnap waited until Tommy was well out of earshot to explain to Karl what had happened. Karl was very sympathetic, completely understanding and vowing to cheer the boy up as much as he could.

Quackity was later filled in after dinner on the entire situation. All four had eaten together, Karl and Tommy left the other two to do the washing up. Quackity’s reaction was similar to Karl’s, very understanding. He promised to make Tommy feel as comfortable as possible.

Later that night, the four were watching a movie in the trio’s two king sized mattresses that had been pushed together. The bed had plenty of room for the four of them to fit comfortably. Sapnap was beside Tommy, who was beside Karl, who was beside Quackity. Sapnap had made the joke that it was a Tommy and Karl sandwich as he took his spot.

Tommy had been purposely placed beside Karl because he was the touchiest of the group, and therefore would provide the most comfort to the teen.

The atmosphere was calm as the movie played. Everyone was engrossed, well, almost everyone. Karl had gotten bored and decided to cause some light mischief.

He used his hand that had been around Quackity to move closer to the man’s sides. He stayed still for a moment to avoid suspicion before poking once at the skin.

Quackity flinched, looking at Karl, who had turned his attention back to the TV. Quackity leaned further into his fiancé and did the same.

After a moment, Karl moved so his hand was in the same position on Tommy’s side. He poked the boy’s side just how he’d done with Quackity.

Tommy flinched with a quiet squeak, quickly covering his mouth and looking at Karl. Karl had a fond smile on his face, even as he turned back to the movie. The reaction was undoubtedly adorable.

Karl didn’t wait very long to pinch once at both of their sides. Tommy yelped, curling slightly. Quackity batted at Karl’s hand, a giggle seeping out.

“Kaharl,” Quackity said, “You’re being mean,” He whined.

Karl gasped. “Mean. Mean? This would be being mean.” He skittered his hand across Quackity’s belly, paying close attention to the spots that made him squeal.

“KAHAHaharl! My lohohove, plehehease!”

Karl awed but shook his head. “I’m just demonstrating.”

Tommy was flustered to say the least. Seeing someone get tickled to pieces right beside him was not something he was expecting. He yelped as Karl’s hand started to move to his belly as well.

“Don’t worry, Tommy. I didn’t forget about you.” Karl said, digging gently into the flesh.

Tommy quickly dissolved into giggles. The spot and method being quite pleasant. He melted into the touch, not making much of a move to get away.

Sapnap cooed at Tommy’s obvious compliance. “Look at you! All giggly and sweet.”

Tommy shook his head, “ ‘M nohohot gihihiggly!” He covered his face to try and conceal the light pink that dusted his cheeks.

“I dohohon’t knohow, Toms. Yohohou seem gihihiggly tohoho mehehe.” Quackity teased between his own laughter.

Sapnap scoffed, reaching over the squeeze Quackity’s side, “You’re one to talk.”

Now that Sapnap was leaning over Tommy, his entire torso was left vulnerable to the boy, which Sapnap didn’t take note of until he felt nimble fingers prodding at his ribs. He yelled, almost collapsing, and resigned himself to laughter. Tommy had unknowingly stumbled upon one of his death spots.

“TOHOHOMMEHEHE, NOHOHO-“

Tommy had gained confidence, now wiggling his fingers between the bones.

This came to a halt when he felt a squeeze to his knee. He gasped through his giggles. “NOHOho! Nohohot there!”

Sapnap chuckled. “Why, does it tickle?” He moved himself away from Tommy’s reach and began to quickly squeeze the muscle right above his knee.

Tommy convulsed, the sensations much stronger than the ones on his stomach. He tried to lean up, only to be blocked by Karl’s arm wrapping around him.

“I think you deserve this after the stunt you just pulled, mister.”

“I DOHOHON’T! IHIHI DOHOHON’T!” Tommy’s childlike laughter burst into the room, bouncing and filled with squeals. He brought his knees up to his chest. A squeal tore through his throat when Sapnap squeezed his hips, causing him to curl onto his side. “Plehehease, not my knehehees,” He covered his face after the plea, thoroughly flustered.

Sapnap nodded, removing his hands. “We’ll spare you, this time.” He teased.

Karl had stilled his hands on both Quackity and Tommy once the shriek had flooded the room. Leaving Quackity to recover enough to be able to reach across Karl and scratch lightly at Tommy’s neck, making the younger scrunch up with more giggles.

“I won’t!” Quackity said jokingly, his free hand going to skitter across Tommy’s lower back.

“Quackithehehe!” Whihi- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE Q PLEHEHEAHAHA-'' Tommy was lost to laughter once Quackity had drilled his fingers directly in the middle of his back. The tingles erupting and spreading up his spine.

“Awww, little Tom Tom has a ticklish back? How cute.” Karl teased.

Tommy arched his back, sticking his stomach out to be perfect for Sapnap’s hand to vibrate onto. With the tickling on both sides, his laughter went silent and he tapped Karl’s arm, signaling he was done. Karl signaled for the two to stop and cradled the boy in his arms. Sapnap and Quackity rubbed the ghost tickles off Tommy.

Tommy turned around, giggling into Karl’s chest and wrapping his arms around the man. “Thahahank yohou.”

Karl hugged him tighter, “You’re very welcome, Tommy.”

“You can come to us anytime.” Quackity explained, saying that even if they were busy, they’d all have time for him.

Before Tommy fell asleep, he caught Sapnap’s eye. Mouthing a thank you and getting a wink in return along with a kind smile.

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Sorry I didn’t proof read, I wrote this all today and I’m too tired to do it. But I wanted to get it out and I really enjoyed writing it. Thank you so much for the prompt and I hope you enjoyed 💕

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