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mannaima · 1 year

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My Best Friend Joel (part three)

Sorry for making you all wait so long! I decided this is the second to last installment in the best friend series, the last one being much longer as it’s gonna cover a longer timeline. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!!!!

(part 1) (part 2)

Summary: Joel decides to hide the fact you’re pregnant, until he can’t anymore.

Word count: 2.5K (yes short i know)

Warnings: NSFW (p in v), dub-con turned consensual, breeding, joel being a scumbag, pregnancy, babytrapping(????)(small) mentions of vomit, manipulation, happy endings tho.

Joel didn’t get much sleep that night. Not like he did anyways, but his thoughts tonight were clouded with ideas of what to do about this predicament. But one thought made him shiver with guilt.

He wanted to leave.

Joel felt immense guilt with the thought, sure, he knew he was far from a good man, but even that was a low for him. But his stomach swelled in pain at the thought of another child, he couldn’t even think of children ever since Sarah. But the act was already done, there was no denying that you would be pregnant, although there's a chance you might, he had to think of the worst here. He tossed and turned, trying not to wake you, but he clenched his eyes at every possible way of this working out. You were none the wiser, sleeping so soundly, as if your body wasn’t currently in the stage of making the new child you two shared. Joel sighed, and as the morning sun crept through the windows, he had only one thought on his mind.

He just wasn’t gonna tell you.

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You woke up, eyes adjusting to the room filled with light, and your best friend held you in his large arms. You noticed he was already awake, eyes half shut in tiredness, and he had bags under his eyes. You tilted your head.

“Good morning Joel!” You were excited, he only glanced at you, not even a usual smirk. “Are you okay? Did you get any sleep?” You were much quieter, fearing he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Morning, sugar, I slept fine.” Lie. “Just a little tired.” Lie. Lie. Lie.

“Oh, okay.” You snuggled closer to him, head resting against his warm body, he seemed to tense around you a little. Internally, you felt the awkwardness. You were hurt, but you kept quiet.

“Do you want me to make you breakfast?” You gave him a small smile, and he glanced at you before staring at the wall once more.

“That’d be nice.” Blunt answer, but a much better answer than ‘no’. You giggled and pushed the blankets back, sitting up and climbing over Joel, making sure not to accidentally crush his arms with your knees. You stood up, and immediately felt a feeling of something droop out of your pussy. Confused, you stood still, but then the memories of last night flooded back, which made you grin a little. You walked to the kitchen, unaware of how Joel stared at you, your pretty ass out on display, only a cute pair of panties covering your lower half. Aided with morning wood, Joel’s cock became incredibly hard, despite his brain shunning him for still feeling horny knowing he knocked you up.

“Do ya want french toast?” He looked at your face now, eyes moving up from your ass. You looked so pretty in nothing but a shirt. Joel nodded. You turned back around to fix the breakfast.

Joel felt so conflicted, on one hand, it was bound to happen eventually, he was going to meet another woman, the right one this time. Though it was a new kid, it would never replace Sarah, and the child wasn’t meant to. On the other hand, he felt immense fear that something would happen to the child. This world was no place for youth, the child would never be normal growing up in a world like this, but what choice did he have? The baby was gonna come regardless, would he rather the child to a loving mother and father, or to a single mother out on the streets.

He had to deal with it.

He stood up, wearing nothing but boxers, making him shiver at the cold air. He walked over to you, and wrapped his hands around your body, his back hunched over so he could rest his head on your shoulder. His cock was pressed up against your back, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to feel your warm body.

“Oh Joel…” There was a hint of sadness in your voice, but he had no clue why. Despite his brain begging him to ask you what’s wrong, he just buried his face in your neck, giving you small kisses.

You felt his cock, it made your lower regions warm up, fluttering almost. You continued to make the batter and heat up the stove, Joel clinging to you tightly. His hardness not going down, you felt distracted, accidentally spilling a small amount of batter. You kept apologizing but Joel just rubbed your hips with his rough hands, you jumped at his cold hands against your cold skin as he reached under your shirt.

“You cold baby?” His hands rubbed around your stomach before slowly leading up to your breasts, where he squeezed them tightly. You whimpered and stuttered before nodding your head, to which he began pinching your nipples.

“I think I’m hungry for something else right now, sweetie.” Joel began to kiss your neck, his tongue licking up it slowly, you let out a soft moan, making him smirk upon your skin.

“D-Do you wanna have… S-Sex?”

“I think I made it pretty clear I do.”

“R-Right. Sorry.” You felt stupid for asking, wondering if it made you look stupid to him. He either didn’t care or was too horny to care, because he kept rubbing his cock against your back while kissing your neck, the breakfast long forgotten at this point. You arched your back at his touch, feeling so sensitive from the night before, your pussy fluttering at his hands. He finally removed his hands from your chest and brought them down to your lower half, his fingers poking under the fabric in order to pull them down, and he slowly brought them down. You felt the cold air, but he didn’t wait much longer before wrapping an arm around your body while also pushing your front half against the counter, making you bend over for him. You gasped at the sudden movement, but it was short-lived as his cock was now rubbing against your entrance.

“W-wait Joel-” A loud moan escaped your lips as his cock was now pushing through, your only source of lube was his cum from the night before and the small amount of wetness you had. You weren’t at all prepared for him, but he didn’t care and kept pushing.

“J-Joel. Hurts-” He kept pushing, making you groan out in pain, his hand coming up to your lips.

“Shhhh.” No words of reassurance, just shushing you to make you stop whimpering in pain. You couldn’t help it though, your walls were being stretched to their limit by his fat cock, and he wasn’t even inside you all the way yet. You kept trying to squirm out of his hold, but his grip on you was too strong, and he finally pushed you against his body, his entire cock inside you now. You groaned out, loudly, making him pull his cock back, and slam into you once more. The kindness he showed you last night was no more, as he continued to mercilessly ram inside you. You felt your face heat up as your lower half experienced immense pain, you didn’t know what to do. He just felt so much bigger than before, maybe you were doing something wrong? It hurt the first time too, but he stopped a while for you to get used to it, but he just kept abusing your hole.

“Joel please.” You pleaded for him to slow down, and he did, for a second. He slipped his cock out of you and turned you around, now facing him. Your back was pushed against the counter as he lifted you there, bottom half hanging off. You got a few seconds of relief before his cock was pushed back into you, head leaning back as you whimpered. His hands held on to your hips as he fucked you again and again. Joel forced your legs to wrap around his waist, effectively allowing him to thrust into you better. You felt the pain slowly go away, but far too slow for your liking. Joel’s groans mixed with your moans of pain and slight pleasure, his hands rubbing against your warm skin, eyes fixated on your body.

You got a good look at him in the sunlight peeking through the curtains, now able to see his body. Peppered hair covered his chest, not too much hair though. His body was definitely toned, especially for his age, and his chest glistened with small amounts of sweat. His face stared down at you with an incredible amount of enamoration, eyes boring into yours, his mouth parted slightly to let out breaths. You looked down his body to see the way his cock disappeared into your cunt, it was arousing to say the least. The mess of hair that covered right above his cock and the way his happy trail led down from his belly button. You couldn’t get enough of his body, and it seems he felt the same about you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.” He said, deep voiced slightly strained as he continued to fuck you.

“You too J-” You were cut off by the movement of his hands around your ankles. He lifted your legs up and positioned them on his shoulders, allowing him much deeper access in your pussy. Your breathy moans pushed him over the edge, he couldn’t get enough of the way your bare breasts bounced around, or the look you gave with your eyebrows arched in pleasure, lips wet with saliva as you gave into the pleasure. He couldn’t handle it anymore, his head reeling back as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts and groaned, cumming inside of you. You felt the warm cum seep inside you, Joel letting out small ‘fuck’s and ‘goddamn’s. After about twenty seconds of pure bliss on Joel’s end, he finally pulled out of you, cock soft now, and a large clump of his cum dripping out of you. Joel quickly plunged his middle and ring finger inside you, pushing the cum back inside you. He fingered you, his hand pushing the hair away from your forehead and kissing it, making you smile through the pleasure of his fingers. He smiled back.

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You had stayed with Joel, your relationship was never really defined, but it was safe to say you two were a couple. Joel would obviously leave to go to work, which is something you were accustomed to. But Joel left you the privilege of leaving the apartment whenever you wanted, but you preferred when Joel was by your side. You spent the days watching the people, reading books, and even drawing pictures while Joel was away.

When Joel came back, you both liked to do “adult stuff.”

He fucked you every day after work or before you both slept. He couldn’t get enough of you, every time he saw you, he had this uncontrollable urge to just fuck the shit out of you.

And every single time, he came inside you.

He felt guilty, of course, but not guilty enough to tell you what happens when a man cums inside a woman. No, he figured he could delay it until there were physical changes, he liked you this way. It was sick of him, he knew he was a bastard for what he was doing, but he liked seeing your fucked out face while cum drooled out of your pussy. He liked you not knowing that you were going to be carrying his babies, of course he’d tell you when you’d eventually noticed the weight gain, lack of period, and giant stomach. But Joel wanted to see how long you could stay oblivious.

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“Joel, do I look… Fatter to you?” There you stood, in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. You had turned to the side and were staring at your stomach.

“What do ya’ mean?” Joel knew exactly what you meant.

“I just look… More round. Just my stomach though.” You felt around your stomach, squeezing it a little.

“But it’s not soft like fat. It’s kind of hard?” You knocked on it jokingly, giggling slightly.

“I don’t see a difference, baby.” It was easy for him to lie, he avoided your eye contact though.

“Oh well, I’m probably just seeing things.” You went on your tippy toes and puckered out your lips, signaling him to kiss you, which he did.

He watched you walk into the kitchen, still topless, and pull out some rations. He couldn’t help but notice how big your breasts have gotten, wondering how you didn’t notice. He wanted to suck on them, hoping milk would come out already. Fantasizing about your body, you quickly snapped him out of his little world as he noticed you running to the sink.

“Oh fuck-” You had little time before you started vomiting in the sink, coughing in between gags. Fuck. Joel’s mind raced, this was getting too far, he had to tell you. You let out the contents in your stomach while Joel just watched, but his dumb brain finally realized he should be helping you. Scrambling to run to you, he held your hair back as you continued. He reassured you that you were fine, that it was just some morning sickness. As you finally felt better and washed your mouth and the sink, Joel felt a small amount of guilt now that he saw your sick face. Fuck. He had to tell you now.

“Darling there's something we need to talk about. Come with me.” He led you to the bedroom and sat you next to him, hand gripping yours tightly.

“What is it Joel?” He sighed, and rubbed your hand with his fingers.

“Well. The reason your stomach is a bit bigger, and why you have some sickness is because. You’re pregnant. You’re gonna be a momma.” You stared at him, confusion plastered on your face, head slightly tilted.

“How?” Joel sighed again, now realizing you were gonna be upset with him.

“When we have sex. When a man cums inside a woman, the white stuff that comes out of me, it makes a baby when it mixes with your parts.” Your eyes widened a bit. You touched your stomach.

“So… You were making babies with me?” Joel nodded, half expecting you to hit or scream at him. But you just kept touching your small baby bump.

“So you mean. I’m gonna be a mommy? And, are you the daddy?” There was a small glimmer in your eyes as you started to grow a smile.

“Yes baby.” Joel gave you a small smile before being pushed down by you, face smushed up against his own. You kept giving him sloppy kisses, laughing in between smooches. Joel didn’t know you’d be this happy, he thought you’d be upset with unknowingly getting pregnant, but he let that thought linger as he kept his hands on your hips, kissing you back with a breathy laugh.

You two were going to be parents.

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nobodylivesson · 8 months

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The Black Cat

Fandom : Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Pairing : Task Force 141 X Male Reader(Platonic)

Request? No

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I sat quietly at the back end of the car, wanting nothing more than to take a quick shower now that we were about to reach Alejandro’s base and get some fucking sleep

These last few days with the tension of missiles hanging above our heads had everyone including Simon very serious but now with it gone they can all take a breath

But something wasn’t sitting right with like a nagging feeling constantly pricking my chest since I saw the missile detonate

I sighed and focused my sights outside in the darkness when a voice beside me asked “Still worried about something, (Y/N)? I presumed with the mission done, everyone would be happy but it looks like things still trouble you”

My mouth formed a thin line and with a calm face I faced Phillip Graves, another thing that has been bugging me for a long time

He and his shadow company have helped Task Force 141 a lot and I know Captain Price holds him in good regard but this was the first mission when I had met Graves face to face yet he has been trying to get to know me personally, too much for my comfortability

“Nothing much Graves, just some good old fatigue kicking in my systems after finally getting done with all that shit. Was thinking of all the things that are left to be done by us regarding the mission and thinking about it just made me feel more tired all over again” I lied smoothly while facing the front with my hands folded over my chest

My gut intuitions were never wrong and I know I shouldn’t be suspicious of someone new I had just met but you can never be less cautious, something Ghost always told me

“But why do I feel like there is more to it than you are letting on to me, I thought we have become close enough to share some secrets” Graves says with a smile like that of a Perfect A+ student making me internally roll my eyes

“Oh Graves, I think the tiredness is hitting you also for you to assume I am hiding things for I have shared everything I can think of with keeping our friendship in my mind. Anything more than that can be only shared if you become my lover which I, unfortunately, can’t just make anyone claim me like that” I say with a chuckle with my eyes still closed and I can instantly feel the atmosphere dropping inside the car

“Sergent, we don’t need to go that far I just wished we had a good relationship since General Shepard tells a lot about you” Graves tries to say with his usual tone but being a veteran, I can easily make out the anger hidden under his friendly words

I shrug my shoulder and look at him again with a smile before saying “I think we have already made that friendship Graves, if you want more try that out with Ghost or Captain Price, they are in desperate need of more friends. Anyway since your work is almost done I doubt we both will be meeting each other for a long time so creating extra friendliness would be saddening, you know?” As a matter of fact

But simply replied Graves “Well we can’t say for sure for the future might always change”

(Y/N) felt a shudder at this as a feeling of danger rang inside him but before he could say anything their car stopped just in front of the gates of Los Vaqueros which were guarded by Shadow Company’s soldiers

“What is happening here, Graves?” I asked in a low voice with my eyes pointed at the stationed soldiers of his to which Graves smiled and said in a hushed voice “It will be better for everyone if you stay put inside the car, (Y/N)” before getting down off the car with the other two soldiers while I see Alejandro get down from the car behind us

I quietly open the door by side and pop my head out to look at Ghost coming out of his side, giving me the look he always gives whenever he feels that shit is about to happen

I feel anger boiling inside my depts as I hear how General Shepard and Graves wanted us to fall back and everything was to be taken over by Shadow Company. I knew things were not right but I didn’t think it was as deep as this and I can see that Graves wanted to do more than just ‘take over’' this mission.

If not stopped with this bullshit things can go out of control, so I tried to step out of the car but Ghost stopped me with a shake of his head when I heard Graves say “Your men have been detained” and all hell broke loose as Alejandro pounced at Graves only to be pinned at our car

I swing open my door at once when I hear gunshots being fired towards Soap and see Simon hit the guard behind him, slipping a knife down my sleeve into my palm, I quickly kill the soldier waiting near my left side

Ghost turns around to disable another soldier coming towards him as I shoot another soldier towards my right when I get into high alert with Soap’s painful grunt heard after I saw an onslaught of bullets fired towards him

I make eye contact with Ghost who instantly can see my next actions and falls to the ground while I take leverage of the open window to jump on top of the car, surprising the soldiers on the other side

Without giving them any time, I shoot down the two guards with my gun before jumping down from the car roof in front of the unconscious Alejandro and saw Soap has managed to run down the hill

Graves who was going towards Ghost came out from the gap between my car and the one behind but couldn’t even turn as I jumped at his back to twist his hands, disarmed him and held a knife near his throat’s vital point

Immediately, the remaining soldiers paused upon seeing this but Graves just relaxed before asking “Well very crafty at your hands, aren’t ya? But would the value of your comrade be enough for slitting my throat? We can be less hostile, right?”

My eyes quickly look back and see that a sniper from the upper deck post of the gates has his sight on Alejandro, making my grip tighten but lowered my knife slowly before throwing it to the ground and releasing Graves to raise my hands high

“Now that’s a good boy! General Shepard always did say that Sergent Chat Noir was a fabulous and important member of Task Force 141 yet his weakness lies in his care for his fellow soldiers. Want to wish this inability of you didn’t exist at this moment, right?” Graves asked with a smirk as my hands were being tied down

I just blankly looked at him and tilted my head to look behind him when a huff escaped my nose and said “It seems sometimes arrogance makes the Great Phillip Graves forget the other factors of the situation”

Graves must have immediately realised what I meant by looking where I was looking as he turned around and cautiously went around the last car’s end to see Ghost had vanished

I can feel Graves's frustration as he looks down the hill where Soap has escaped and angrily spews “FUCK! I need you all to find ‘em!” before looking at me as I was held up by the two soldiers holding my tied hands, Alejandro held beside as well

“Well, at least we got the feline under control and would be getting the other two rouges soon. Don’t worry (Y/N), I will be giving you a visit soon for some personal talks till then enjoy some rest that you wanted!” Graves said while signalling for us to be taken away

I simply laughed at this as I walked towards the gates and shouted “WELL GRAVES! You will be getting the game of Chase of your life cause Sergent Soap and Lt.Ghost can handle babies like you with the back of their hands”

How amusing it was to watch to see Graves's dirty face scrunched in anger as I looked back before turning around and continuing to laugh

Oh hell is about to be thrown in the streets of Las Almas this night

In one of the dimly lit rooms of the prison of Las Almas, a man simply waited for his capturer to come as he slept on the ground with his hands behind his head and a leg popped on top of another

Since he had nothing better to do he decided to catch up on some sleep as he knew he would need his energy soon when his teammates came to get him

He was thrown here right after being tied for god knows what reason but being agitated or hyper about a situation you can’t do anything about is not his forte so he just chilled

That is until he heard the steel door of the room move and creak before it slowly opened, his eyes still closed and his body still relaxed

“Oh, it seems being locked here seems like a field trip for our prisoner for him to be so relaxed in the cell. So much for being part of Task Force 141” a voice hit the sleeping guy’s ear making him laugh in his mind

“Shush, don’t say unnecessary things. We do our things and bring him out as Sir Graves ordered. Now wake him up and be careful” another voice said in caution

“Hahaha, what can a sleeping man do! I have seen him throughout our whole mission and unlike Ghost or Soap, Sergeant Chat Noir was just laid back and seemed to survive somehow, makes me wonder if he got into special forces through connection” the first soldier says in mockery

“Oi mate! I don’t think-” the second soldier tried to warn but the other man interrupted him by saying “Nice to say? Or do you want to say safe? Come on and look at the situation, I don’t think anyone is gonna have the authority to question us about what we do here anymore cause we are the law now, definitely not this cat who got his tail caught” before standing near the sleeping man

(Y/N) at once opened his eyes and with his popped-up leg, kicked the standing soldier in his side making the soldier lose his sense. (Y/N) just held the front of the soldier and propelled that guy to the ground using his soldier, then badly twisted his right arm making it break and the soldier screamed in agony

The other soldier who saw all this happen was still gaping in shock when he realized (Y/N) was looking at him but he couldn’t even get his gun when one bullet hit each of his legs making him scream as well before a strong kick by (Y/N) made the soldier knock out cold

(Y/N) now calmly stands as he observes his work where the first soldier was still groaning in pain while the second was out cold yet it seemed he was not done yet as he turned towards the first soldier to do something more but stopped after hearing a voice

“I think if you feel the need to survive, you would leave those two boys alone, Sergeant” Graves's voice cuts through the cold atmosphere and (Y/N) already knows a gun is pointed at his back

(Y/N) simply just throws away the gun at his side and turns towards Graves with a broad smile as if he just didn’t demolish two of his soldiers with ease and muses “Nothing much, Graves just was trying to teach a life lesson to your soldiers who don’t know the meaning of being cautious no matter the situation. This kind of attitude would cost you in the far end, not me” as he comes out of his cell with his hands behind his head

Two new soldiers immediately withhold him while a third one goes to check on the soldiers inside

“Well do tell me how your presence Graves graces me?” (Y/N) asks mockingly to which the said man pays no mind and starts with a rant of his own

“As I have said before, General Shepard holds high regard for you and admires your skills. He feels your skills are being not given the importance they need under Price’s leadership and Task Force 141. That’s why, General Sheaprd has an offer for you. Join the Shadow Company and become General Shepard’s man, you will obtain everything you desire. Leave this useless piece of uniform and join the real army” Graves says as he holds (Y/N) face up by his chin

(Y/N) didn’t show any emotion like a trained person and Graves just frowned

“What will happen if I decline this offer?” the other soldier asks to which Graves smiles and replies “You will be pushed into the cell with Captain Alejandro after which we shall go out to kill Ghost and Soap. We will think after that what shall be done with you and of the missile crisis”

Suddenly (Y/N) starts to giggle before fully laughing confusing everyone around him

“Are you naive enough to think that your men have the capabilities to kill a ghost and its guard dog? An Undead can’t be killed twice and a loyal hound would do anything to protect its master, even bite your arrogant head to pieces. You all might be hunters of the dark but those two are the ones who control the dark, so I wonder who would end up being hunted in the end” (Y/N) mockingly laughter echoing around the floor

The soldiers paled at this thing and Graves for the first time showed his anger, face distorting with scorn and his hand harshly brought (Y/N)’s closure to his, their noses almost touching

“Well then, when I drag and throw both of their bodies in front of you I wonder how you will react, Black Noir. Maybe then you would be willing enough to change your mind and join along this side, under my leadership” Graves lowly whispers to which (Y/N) continues to smile

“First let’s see you make do it and then we shall discuss my reaction. Take back your worthless offer and let me rest up in the cell, the only person who commands me is Captain Price and one team I have joined will be Task Force 141 forever. A person impersonating a captain is just arrogant and shallow, not worthy of being my leader” all stated making Graves growl before harshly kicking (Y/N) on the stomach

(Y/N) winches at this yet still maintains his eye contact with Graves

“If it weren’t General Shepard’s orders you would be twenty feet under the ground sergeant, always remember that. Put him in the cell with the other one” Graves says it all as he prepares to open the door of Alejandro's cell and (Y/N) only rolls his eyes at this when he notices the soldiers he has beaten up being escorted out after being given first aid probably to be taken to a hospital

(Y/N) eyes shine and he loudly says “Oh soldier it seems you have woken up” making the soldier who was speaking shit about him sharply look at him with a fear stricken face

It made (Y/N) feel a jolt of excitement and he continued saying “Well soldier I wanted to tell about why I had Black Noir as my codename but you were not in the state to here, so listen. Black cats are known to give bad luck to those whom they presume as their enemy and on a battlefield I am the worst luck any enemy can stumble upon if they wished to return alive. Remember that when we meet again, soldiers” his voice suggested which everyone understood including Graves who simply opened the door to make sure none of his veins was popping out of anger

“Los fantasmas no existen, hasta que te topas con ellos. Remember this Graves Philip, when you go out today for your so called hunt. I shall see you soon” was all (Y/N) said before he was thrown inside the cell

(Y/N) straightens himself and sighs when he notices Alejandro standing at the end of the cell looking at him with frowned eyes

“Thought you would throw a fit when the door got opened, Amigo” the shorter male says with a grin to Alejandro who says with a sigh “Well after the storm you kicked up outside I knew that if I did something irrational now, I would get killed”

(Y/N) chuckles as takes a seat on the ground with his back and head being supported to the wall after going through all that shit, also the pain in his stomach from being kicked was still troubling him

Alejandro comes to take a seat beside the closed-eye male, for after a long time (Y/N) felt a little peace coming to him

Alas, he couldn’t take a rest with Alejandro’s eyes drilling holes at his side

“Something bugging you or is my face to guapo de manejar, Amigo?” (Y/N) asks jokingly to which he receives a punch at his right arm and a huff as a reply as silence again takes place

“If you want to say something just go ahead, I will be listening to you Sire” (Y/N) says while looking towards Alejandro with serious eyes making the said man just shake his head before seriously asking “Why did you stay behind, Sergeant (Y/N)? I have heard enough about your skills from Lieutenant Ghost and Sergeant Soap to know that you had enough chances to escape with them and wouldn’t it have benefited us all if all three of you escaped”

(Y/N) hums and looks front while stroking his chin with his finger as if thinking deeply but instantly turns back to Alejandro with a smile seemingly an answer ready

“My instincts at that moment told me that creating a diversion and getting all the attention would be the best course of action if we wanted everything alright” (Y/N) says with a shrug to which Alejandro looks at him with a face thinking ‘Are you crazy or shit?’ before saying “Are ya serious? Just your instincts were enough for you to do this? Just as Ghost said you are one hell of a crazy burro”

“Damn gotta tell Leutinant to stop talking about me behind my back, instead do it more openly while we all talk together so I can hear these compliments in real time and feel great” (Y/N) says with a snicker and seeing Alejandro’s unimpressed look return back to the topic “I mean my instincts isn’t just purely instincts, I mean my trusts on the other, the knowledge about the other party, the best way to approach the situation and minimal damage to comrades also play a big part”

Alejandro asks with a raised eyebrow “You trust your comrades enough to know they would be able to come over here on their own?” to which (Y/N) simply “Do you not trust them enough? Or else you would definitely have tried to escape earlier when I entered no matter the risk, Sire”

Both men stare at each other for some time but Alejandro is the first one to break it as he sighs before he moves close to (Y/N)’s ear as if to say something confidential

“I would have never asked to work with the team if I didn’t believe in them. If both men can clear through the city and reach the safe house I told them about, Rudolf who also hasn’t been caught will be able to help them from there” Alejandro whispers making (Y/N) lean back at the wall in ease

If (Y/N) was being honest, no matter how much confidence he showed regarding his teammates' success, worry still lingered in some corner of his heart about how they would proceed with this mission and he didn’t want them to risk their lives. These guys were the only people (Y/N) called his family and friends, something happening to them would be devastating, to say the least, but he can relax now

“Well then we just sit back and can only wait now” (Y/N) says with a hum to which Alejandro asks “Oh, so we are done and ready?”

“Yes of course, now we just wait till those two are done with their Parade of death against the Shadows and make it clear who returns to the ground, us or those bastards”

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There is not much to say, just that I have shown my face once to make people know I am not dead yet

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static-scribe · 10 months

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A Night To Remember | Ticci Toby Oneshot

HI! I hope you enjoy this fic! This is my first time writing for Toby and my first fic post here! I'm sorry if this feels out of character in anyway, I'm still working on how I want to portray him!

In times like this, you have to think to yourself, “What the fuck did I do to get here?” And the answer to that question is relatively simple; it's not what you did to get here, it's what other people did to get you here. Specifically, it's what your creepy-ass roommate did to get you both here.

Where is here exactly though? Well to answer that lovely question, here is attempting to bury a body in the middle of the woods at 3:57 am. This was honestly not what you were expecting to be doing on your night off from work but you can’t go back now. Not when you had already killed your roommate. Oh did I forget to mention you had killed your roommate?

It wasn’t your fault at all, it really wasn’t. You couldn’t control the fact that you woke up to your roommate standing at the foot of your bed watching you sleep, knife in hand. Blame it on the tiredness but you just couldn’t control yourself when you saw that, and you admittedly let your anger get the best of you. You hadn’t even realized what you were doing until you had already choked the… well you wouldn’t say poor man out.

Every sign pointed to the fact that you might be crazy, but you weren’t crazy. At the least, you were way too calm about this situation. You seemed to be learning many new things about yourself tonight. Like the fact you were strong enough to choke someone out, or like the other fact you were way less guilty than you probably should've been. Maybe reevaluating yourself after all of this was over would be the best plan.

The sound of a branch snapping freezes you in place. You're like a deer in the headlights. You dart your eyes around trying to find the source of the sound but come up empty. Not knowing whether to run or not, you just stay there frozen. Someone had seen you and you're probably royally fucked. There was no way they wouldn’t tell the police. Your genius plan of hiding the body and reporting him missing in a couple of days was rapidly falling apart in front of you.

Footsteps could be heard to the right of you. Whipping your head in that direction you make eye contact with a guy who was a bit taller. Upon seeing your frightened face he grabbed his stomach and hunched over laughing. You were angered and slightly embarrassed by this and couldn’t help but yell out, “What’s so funny?” You tried to sound confident and calm but you kind of just sounded way more whiny than you wanted.

The man said nothing in response. Instead, he opted to laugh a bit more before gathering his composure. As his laughs died down you felt your face flush with embarrassment. What was this guy's problem? You wanted to give him a piece of your mind, but as soon as you went to speak you were cut off by him beginning to say something. “So this is your first time, huh?” He asked while walking closer to you. The stranger leaned down to get a closer look at your face. He was expecting an answer from you.

You took a large step back from him to create some distance. You wanted to yell at him, but all that came out was an exasperated, “What?” Who the fuck would phrase it like that? Apparently, this asshole does.

He said nothing in response to your shouting. You watched him carefully as he made his next moves. He approached the body laying on the ground, lightly tapping at it with his foot. His head turned towards the shovel that lay on the ground a short distance off. “Yeah, you’ve def-definitely never done this before.” He started with a twitch of his neck followed by a clicking sound. “You’re lucky I showed up to help you or you’d be fuckin’ screwed.” He laughed, elongating the last word slightly. This guy was really starting to get on your nerves.

He grabbed the shovel off the ground and put it between his backpack and his back. After making sure it was secure he turned back to look at you, “I’m Toby, by the way.” He stated before he reached down to grab the legs of your now former roommate. This was quite the turn of events. You hadn’t expected him to be enthusiastically helping you but he was, so you probably shouldn’t complain about it.

You approached the other side of your roommate’s body and grabbed him under the shoulders. Looking forward at Toby, who was staring back at you as if waiting for you to say something. You realized he was probably waiting for you to give him your name so you guys weren’t just nameless strangers. Without another thought you offer him your name to which he nods in approval.

With little word from each other, you head off in a direction carrying the body while Toby leads. You have little clue as to where you were going, but Toby seemed to know the forest pretty well.

It was painfully silent for a while. The only sounds being made were the crickets, your footsteps, and the occasional clicks and small words that came from Toby. You figured he probably had a tic disorder and that it would be rude to question it, so you didn’t.

Eventually, the silence became too much to bear and you had spent who knows how long racking your brain for something to say. You eventually settled on what was probably the most awkward thing for someone to say in a moment like this but that didn’t really matter. “So…” You started, catching Toby’s attention. “You do stuff like this often?”

Toby laughed a little but this time it was different. He wasn’t particularly laughing at you. Well, he kind of was, but he was more so laughing at what you said. You still felt a bit embarrassed at your last statement. God, why were you so awkward? “To an-” His speech was quickly interrupted by his head slamming to the left side followed by a click. He let out an angry huff before continuing, “To answer your question, I kinda have a knack for these kinds of things.” He chuckled as though he was deeply proud of himself.

The way he talked so casually about it freaked you out a bit. It wasn’t really normal to have such knowledge on hiding bodies nor was it normal to help someone you don’t know hide a body with such enthusiasm as he had. Like you were one to judge though when you were literally doing a piss-poor job of hiding a body. You were just going to dig a shallow hole, dump the body, and call it a night before he showed up. If anything, you should be thankful he showed up to help you and that he knew what he was doing.

“That’s pretty cool.” You told him rather awkwardly before the pair of you fell back into silence. You didn’t really know what to say, and he wasn’t talking to you much either. Toby seemed focused on getting to your destination, so you didn’t want to bother him, lest you accidentally piss him off by saying the wrong thing.

Eventually, the dense woods turned into a small-sized clearing. Toby let go of his half of the body and looked to you expectantly, you got the point and let go yourself. “Okay,” He started with a clap, almost seeming excited for what was to come. “Drag the body over there and start digging a hole,” Toby pointed towards the middle of the clearing, “and I will g-gather what we need to get rid of it!” You could tell from his tone that he was likely smiling at whatever he was thinking, but you couldn’t see due to the mask covering his mouth.

You didn’t argue with him though and did as you were told. You spent the next hour or more just digging while he zipped around grabbing sticks and branches then dropping them off beside you when he had a sizable bunch. You wished you had energy like his.

At some point, Toby had sat his backpack down beside you and taken his jacket off before tying it around his waist. Maybe all this moving around was making him hot. It was at this moment you decided to look at him and get a good feel for his appearance. He wore a black turtleneck under his jacket, yellow goggles over his eyes, a mask over his mouth, dark-colored jeans, and boots. You couldn’t tell what the features of his face looked like due to all the coverings and the darkness, but you could tell he was rather pale with dark brown hair that looked quite soft.

Honestly, you hadn’t even noticed that you had completely stopped shoveling to stare at him but he did and was staring right back at you. The both of you made eye contact and you moved your gaze to the ground with a flush on your face. You had to admit from what you had seen he did have a nice body and probably a nice face to match. To say you weren’t at least slightly attracted to him would be a lie but you also knew that nothing would likely come from hiding a body together. The two of you would probably go your separate ways and you’d never see him again. Besides, you did not know anything about this man other than the fact his name was Toby, and he had a lot of experience disposing of bodies.

When you looked back he had gone back to gathering stuff to, what you assumed, burn the body with. What other reason would he be gathering sticks for? Fetch? Of course, you guys were burning the body.

Toby jogged back with another pile of sticks and dropped them on the ground. He leaned over the hole you had dug that was around the same length as your roommate and nodded in approval. “Looks good,” He said giving you a thumbs up.

Toby threw the body into the hole with a bit of your help. “So, you start covering the body with sticks and shit, while I get to do the fun part.” He announced, turning his body towards you, waiting for your next move. You weren’t particularly happy that you had to do most of the work, but then again it was your kill and not his. His helping you out was more than worth some labor.

Making haste, you piled the sticks on top of your poor, poor roommate’s dead body. You probably didn’t go as fast as Toby had hoped you would because he would soon start helping you out. With the help, you guys were able to get the task done relatively quickly.

After you were done with the sticks you looked over at Toby, expecting him to give you new instructions or to just say anything. He was squatting on the ground digging through his overly full backpack, pulling random things out, and throwing them to the side. “I know it's fucking in here.” He hisses through his teeth, his anger barely contained. His tics seem to increase in frequency and severity the longer he searches which just makes him more irritated.

Toby seems to be getting more angry the longer he searches. “Um..” You’re looking around frantically when he whips his head around to look at you, obviously frustrated that you interrupted his almost hard-to-watch search in his backpack. “Are you okay?” You ask, your eyes settling on his piercing gaze through his goggles. You both just look at each other for a moment before his head violently jerks towards his shoulder.

“I-I’m fine.” He snaps, looking away from you and returning his attention to his half-full backpack. He lets out a frustrated groan into his hands. You watch his next moves carefully as he grabs the bag by the bottom and just dumps its contents on the ground. That's one way to solve his problem.

Toby seems to become more content when he finds what he was looking for, which happened to be a can of lighter fuel. It was rather large and hard to miss, but you weren’t going to comment on that wanting to avoid another bad reaction. His rapid breathing slows as he calms down which makes you feel less worried about him.

You approach him from the side and crouch down to help him put his stuff back into his bag. He nods his head at you but doesn’t say anything while you help him. To his right is a small pile of things that include lighter fuel and a couple boxes of matches.

As you were picking stuff up you caught sight of a camera. Maybe that could help ease into conversation with Toby who hadn’t said much of anything all night. You wanted to know more about him and what was on his mind but you understood his obvious distrust of you. “You take pictures?” You asked, looking over at him with a small smile on your face, almost encouraging him to talk.

Toby seemed to perk up some at your question and quickly looked over at you. He brought a hand to the back of his neck as he looked around awkwardly, his previous confidences seemingly buried at the mention of himself. “Yeah, sometimes… I mostly just take pictures of things I find interesting.” His tone was almost as awkward as his body language.

“That’s cool!” You smile at him, extending your hand to offer the camera. “What kind of things do you find interesting to photograph?” You ask. Toby takes the camera before standing, slinging the now full backpack over his shoulder, and offering you a hand up.

Taking his hand, Toby pulled you up onto your feet. “Anyways, I take pictures of stuff like nature, food…” He pauses while looking around, “And y’know…my victims.” He laughs at his words, clearly amused by the fact.

Toby only seemed to become more amused at your facial expression. You hadn’t even realized you were pulling a face until he started laughing more. “Really?” He asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “What’s with the shocked face? It’s not like you haven’t killed someone before,” He said, gesturing toward the hole. Even you had to admit that he did have a point.

You didn’t know what to say back to him. You couldn’t argue in your defense because there was nothing to defend there, nor could you think of anything clever. So you fell back into an awkward silence of your creation. Good job on finding a conversation topic.

“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Toby said in a rather nonchalant manner “Who is this guy? Like why’d you kill him?” He asked, curiosity laced through his voice.

“He was my roommate, and he was always kind of a creep.” You said looking at Toby who just nodded, waiting for more information. “But I always thought he was harmless until he was standing over my bed with a knife.” You finished, hoping your answer satisfied him enough to move on.

Clearly, it didn’t because he began to ask you more questions, “Yeah, and then what happened?” You really didn’t want to go into this, but since he was helping dispose of him then you guessed you owed him some explanation.

“So I strangled him?” You said but it came out more like a question. As though you weren’t quite sure of your answer. It was still hard to wrap your head around the fact you had taken someone’s life.

Toby’s only response was to pull the mask covering his mouth down and spit onto the pile, “Fuckin’ pervert.” He mumbled, quickly returning his covering into place before you could see the other side of his face. From what you saw he was rather attractive, prompting you to wonder why he covered his face to begin with.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the gesture which caught Toby’s attention. “Yeah, I can be pretty funny sometimes,” He said with a slight laugh in his voice, as though he wasn’t taking what he said fully seriously. This just made you laugh more.

It was nice to laugh. It was the first time tonight you hadn’t felt completely stressed out about potentially getting caught. Having Toby helping you was quite the stress relief, and you felt as though a heavy weight was taken off your shoulders by his presence alone. You should probably thank him after all this was over. You wished there was some way to make it up to him for his help, but you guessed a thanks was really all you could do. It’s not like they made cards that said ‘Thanks for helping me bury a body!’

You were so lost in thought that you admittedly got startled when he placed a hand on your shoulder. In his other hand was the can of lighter fluid that was placed in front of you. “You wanna do the honors? I mean he is your kill, not mine so...” He shook the can a little after he spoke, wanting you to take it.

You reluctantly took it out of his hands and began to splash the flammable liquid onto the pile, slowly circling it to make sure you had as much of the body covered as possible. You had begun to feel slight excitement for what was about to happen. It wasn’t every day you made a bonfire out of some creep.

Taking your attention off your task, you look over at Toby who can barely stand still. He was picking at his fingers while bouncing slightly, unable to contain his excitement. Based on his behavior and the contents of his backpack, it would be safe to assume that he had a bit of a passion for fire. It was kind of cute, in a rather fucked up way.

Standing across from him on the other side of the body, you shook the final contents of the can out onto the body. Toby was still picking at his fingers when you cleared your throat. He then looked up at you. “Cans empty.” You said giving it a shake for emphasis.

“Fuck yeah!” He practically yelled, grabbing a box of matches off the ground and waving you over.

Taking your place beside him, he grabbed around 4 matches out of the box and prepared to strike them. “You ever smelt a burning body before?” He asked in a joking manner, looking down at you.

“Um... I can’t say that I have.” You stated, not really seeing the point of his question. Of course, you hadn’t smelt a burning body before. What normal person has?

He clicked his tongue at that, “Well, it ain’t pleasant, so just be prepared and try not to breathe through your nose.” He patted you on the head twice after saying that which made you stiffen up. That was a bit weird but okay.

In one quick movement, he struck the matches quickly and out burst a small flame. You watched carefully as Toby extended his arm and dropped the matches onto the pile.

With a loud ‘fwoosh’ a raging flame bloomed into life. You could feel the heat tickle at your cheeks even at the safe distance the pair of you stood from. For a burning body, it was almost beautiful.

You noticed shuffling out of the corner of your eye, looking to see what was going on. You saw Toby pulling his goggles down to hang loosely around his neck. Probably to get a view of the fire that wasn’t tinted as yellow as his lenses were.

Not being able to help but stare, you took note of his eyes. They were chestnut brown and the way the fire bounced off of them was mesmerizing. It was almost as though the fire provided life to his eyes and so did his excitement. He was rocking slightly back and forth as a way to, what you assumed, get his excess excitement out.

It wasn’t long before Toby noticed you staring at him and just like earlier began staring back at you. His eyes lit up in amusement and he raised his eyebrows slightly before speaking, a smirk ever-present in his voice. You may have just inflated his ego. “See something you like, sweetheart?” He said in a serious voice but burst out laughing a minute later, completely unable to handle the bullshit that just spewed from his mouth.

“You should have seen the look on your face,” He wheezed out between laughs. You, on the other hand, were profusely blushing from both being flustered and embarrassed. It couldn’t have been that funny, but he seemed to find a lot of things you did amusing enough to laugh at.

Toby was quick to gather himself and catch his breath before slinging an arm around your shoulder with a sigh. You stiffened at the contact but said nothing. His behavior around you was getting way more casual than you expected seeing as you spent a large chunk of the night in awkward silences filled with mostly nonverbal cues.

You guess you didn’t mind the contact too much because you did nothing to break it. You were content with this in some odd way. Nothing about this was normal nor would it create a content feeling in any sane person. There was probably something deeply wrong with your psyche yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that much. You’d deal with that another day, but as of right now, you were having what was probably the weirdest, most thrilling experience of your life.

Toby cleared his throat and removed his arm from your shoulder, freeing you from the not-so-unwanted but also not really wanted contact. Your gaze met his and for a moment your heart fluttered.

“So, you enjoying the show?” He asked sounding almost nervous for your answer. You just nodded in response averting your eyes from his. You missed when he had his goggles on, and you couldn’t see his stupid eyes too well.

Toby took a knee, whipping his backpack off his shoulder before rifling through his bag and pulling out his camera. He zipped up the backpack and took a seat on the ground sitting criss-cross.

Toby looked up at you and patted the ground beside him as an invitation for you to sit down beside him. Making you wonder what he was up to, but without much question you sat down beside him. His body language read as nervous while he seemed to be mustering the courage to say something important. Quite different from his previously confident demeanor.

“Co-could I take a picture of us?” He asked, looking at you with almost pleading eyes as false confidence wavered throughout his voice. The thought made you kind of nervous, what if someone got ahold of his camera and turned it over to the police? You both would get in deep trouble which is something you didn’t want at all.

“I promise no one will see it!” Toby blurted out rather quickly as though he knew what you were thinking. He was picking at his fingers once more while his head jerked again. He was probably as nervous as you were from asking you such a question. “I just don’t want to forget tonight,” He sounded almost sad as he spoke which made your heart clench a little.

What did you have to lose? Other than your freedom by creating more evidence of your crime but then again there was still a chance you wouldn’t get away. There was a lot that needed to happen before you were truly free of your crimes so again, what did you really have to lose by taking one picture? The answer was nothing.

So with a soft sigh, you gave him your answer, “Fine, but only the one.” You said trying to be stern but a slight smile pulled at the corners of your lips. He seemed happy at your approval and started fidgeting with his camera, setting up to take the picture.

This whole situation was starting to feel quite funny to you. Here you were sitting on the ground with a serial killer, burning your roommate's dead body as the sun came up, and you were about to take a selfie with said serial killer so he can remember tonight. You let out a small chuckle at the thought which catches Toby’s attention briefly, but he looks away as quickly as he looked.

You’re ripped out of your thoughts by Toby wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer so you’d fit inside the camera screen. He puts his fingers that were resting atop your shoulder into a peace sign and you flash a smile at the camera. With a click and a flash the picture is taken, and Toby is looking down at his camera happily.

“How’d it turn out?” You asked looking over at his camera but he hides it away from you. You shoot Toby a confused look but he just shrugs before stowing it away in his backpack.

“Don’t stress, you looked cute” He laughs a little trying to sound confident but you could see the tips of his ears and cheeks were tinged in a soft pink. It took you a moment to register what he had just said to you. Did he just call you cute? You couldn’t help but blush a little at his words.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you next time.” Next time? You sure as hell didn’t plan for there to be a next time of you hiding a body, but seeing him again did sound nice.

Toby pushes himself up off the ground and adjusts his backpack properly onto his back. Once again he extends a hand towards you and you accept his offer for help. “What do you mean by ‘next time’? Are you expecting to hide another body?” You question him but he shrugs again.

“Y’know, next time we hang out.” He says as if it was a fact extending his hand out to you. In between his fingers was a small slip of paper with a number scrawled on it in messy but readable handwriting. It suited him.

“You didn’t think I’d just let you go off by yourself right?” His question was less of a question and more of a statement. He was just saying stuff he thought should be obvious to you. “Also, it doesn’t have to be hiding a body. We can do whatever you want.”

Your eyes darted across his face waiting for him to start laughing again like he was joking once more, but he didn’t laugh or show any sign of not being serious. “We like bonded and shit. You don’t just burn a body with someone and then never meet again.” He chuckled as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You were stunned silent but he didn’t seem to care as he grabbed you by the wrist and started leading you in a direction, “Where are we going?” You asked, dragging slightly behind him.

Toby stopped moving and turned around to face you, letting go of your wrist, “I’m taking you home. The woods aren’t safe for people who don’t know their way around here.” He started, observing your face for a moment before continuing. “Plus it gives us more time to hang out.” He admitted.

There it was, the real reason. He was quite the character that you had grown to enjoy being around over the last couple of hours. Maybe hanging out with him again wouldn’t be so bad. Toby took your silence as a response of understanding and began walking in the same direction he was leading you.

The way home was filled with plenty of laughter and pleasant conversation between you and Toby. You never would have thought burning a body with someone would lead to such a strange yet genuine connection. The rational part of you screamed that becoming close to him would probably bring new, yet thrilling, situations that could put you in danger. You didn’t want to listen to the rational parts right now. You were more concerned with what your heart had to say. It ached for excitement, an excitement that only someone like Toby could bring.

With a smile on your face, you grabbed his hand, hoping he wouldn’t mind too much. He looked over at you and just shook his head before interlocking your fingers together.

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Stray Kids (hyung line) hcs/short stories

Head canons/short stories of the hyung line in stray kids: When M/n is just having a bad day, and felt like he couldn’t deal with anything anymore. His depression is just slowly taking over his thoughts. He couldn’t think of anything, but how he didn’t belong. Yet his boyfriend(s) help him with those thoughts, which are slowly taking over.

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A/n: Hi! I know it’s been a longggg time, but I’m back. I just couldn’t find the motivation to write for tumblr. I did write for one of my books on Wattpad though. So if you want to read that my username is ilovepickle73! It’s a XO, Kitty book a Min ho x Fem! Oc x Male! Oc. If you’re interested go read it!!!! Anyways I’m gonna shut up and let you read. Unless you didn’t read this then whatever I guess. Byeeee 🙃

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Chan:

You get home from a long day of hard work. The feeling of tiredness sticking to you like glue. You drag your feet and walk with less confidence. You try and breathe, but that just doesn’t seem to help anymore.

You sigh and try to let the feeling of being tired out. Your eyes start to already tear up to the thought of being so worthless. You didn’t belong, you’re co-workers already hate you, and your boyfriend doesn’t talk to you as much either.

Yeah there are some things that help you with your horrible depression, but it can’t work now. You take your shoes off after realizing you zoned out for a pretty long time.

You take your heavy coat off, it rubbing against your sore arms. You hiss as you feel the pain of clothing rubbing on your scarred skin. You groan a little and walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

You rub your eyes and slowly take off your shirt. You throw it in the laundry basket. Leaving your pants on you lay in your bed. You close your eyes and sleep to the sounds of nothing.

— little time skip —

Chan opens the door and sighs happily. Finally he’s home. He takes off his shoes and jacket seeing yours as well. He smiles and squeals quietly. He sneaks upstairs and creaks the door open to see you asleep in your guys king bed.

He smiles larger and takes his pants and shirt off. Putting them in the laundry basket as well, he stays grinning as he can’t wait to fall asleep in his lovers arms.

He lays down and feels you shift after he gets into the cold sheets. He feels your arms around his waist. As his result, he kisses your knuckles. He closes his eyes happily before he opens them quickly. Just to look back down.

“What in the cocoa pebbles!” He shouts in his echoey brain. He blinks fastly then looks at your calm face. He turns and smacks your cheek lightly.

You open your eyes slowly and look at him. You smile and kiss his forehead. He stares at you in shock. How could you hide this from him? Have you always felt this way? Have you always done this?

He sighs sadly. You frown confused at his sudden sadness. Then look to your arms then to him. Fuck. You sigh through your nose. You grip his chin gently and kiss his lips.

He looks straight into your eyes. His own tearing up when he sees the secret apologies behind them. You bite your lower lip. He gulps nothing and kisses you softly.

You give a small smile as does he,

“Tell me. Tell me every little thing that hurt you, okay? I love you, and I won’t judge you darling. Nothing could ever make me change my mind or feelings about you” You let out a shaky breath at his statement.

“Okay.” You nod your head unconsciously.

He sits there to listen.

Let’s do this then.

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Hyunjin:

You sit on your comfortable couch. Thoughts taking over your ability to get up.

Stupid. Disgusting. More disturbing words play through your head. You grew up with horrible parents, so the words didn’t hurt you as much. Before one caught you by the leg.

Helpless. Why that one all of a sudden. Maybe it’s the fact you try and help yourself as much as you can. Not wanting to put your own problems into others. Especially your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

You feel your empty eyes slowly tear up,

“I’m home pretty!” You hear your boyfriend say a few feet away. A slam of the door following behind,

“Oh. You’re right here.” He smiles and walks up to kiss your cheek. You keep your focus forward. You didn’t want him to see the pain in your eyes.

You sigh and look up knowing he’s gonna start questioning you. His face then turns into one of confusion as the tears start coming down your face quickly.

“Pretty? What’s wrong?” He feels his own eyes dry up. When you cry he feels like he’s going to cry,

“Nothing baby.” You state as you kiss his forehead. He grunts quietly and grabs your face,

“Don’t lie. What’s going on?” He speaks determined. You bite your lip. You let it go as you talk,

“I just feel so..tired. I feel like I can’t keep up with everything..” You look at him in his eyes. Obviously do to the fact he still has his hands on the sides of your face.

“I’m sorry pretty. I’m sorry you’re feeling that way. I’m glad you can talk to me. I did have to push you a little bit but not by a lot. I’m happy you trust me so much. If you need me, pretty. I’m here for your gorgeous face. Don’t ever feel like you’re worth nothing to anyone and like you can’t keep up. You’re worth so much to everyone. I would risk everything for you. And trust me I’ve seen you put your power to the test. You can keep up just fine pretty. It just might be the stress, you take up everyday. Maybe take a break. Even if it means days to weeks. We’re all okay with it as long as you are okay.” He gives you a speech as he kisses your face between some sentences. You smile softly and kiss his lips. He pulls away and sighs,

“Now what do you want for dinner? I can make some F/F?” He smiles a little. Your own smile growing larger. Glad he can comfort you in many different ways,

“I’m alright with that.” You reply,

“Let’s go make you some F/F then!”

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Changbin:

You sing a soft melody. Today was your day off as the manager for stray kids. You felt your sour body move softly. Not wanting to hurt it anymore. You move your body from the stove to the sink. Wiping your hands so you can start cutting the fruit.

You were making dinner because that helps with stress for you. You move to the cutting board with the already washed fruit. You set it down gently and grab the clean knife. You slice the first piece of the cold apple.

You sigh and stare at the fruit and knife. You feel your eyes strain to the knife longer than before. Your breathing starts to pick up. You try and slow it down, but the air just won’t get into your body the right way.

You feel your body lower to the ground. Your legs to your chest. You put your head on your knees. And feel your breathing still as quick as before. You were to into the attack to here the door open and close.

You start to hear footsteps come towards the kitchen,

“My love? Are you in here?” Fuck. Changbin’s home. You try to stand, but your legs feel weak. You fall back into the ground and groan. You hear running stomps speed towards you.

You sob now feeling a headache,

“My love! Are you okay?” He grabs you by your upper body. He pulls you towards his chest as you cry. You grip his shirt and feel the tears make contact with your hand.

He grips you tighter and kisses your forehead,

“My love? Please answer me.” He grips you even tighter if possible. You feel your chest love violently with each sob coming from your mouth. You try to speak,

“I-I c-can’t b-breathe. I-I c-can’t do an-anything rig-right.” Your words are staggered everywhere. The cries and hard breathing getting in the way,

“Alright my love. It’s okay. I know you feel everything is harming you right now, but you’re safe. I promise you are safe in my arms. You don’t need to feel any pain mentally or physically anymore. I’m here to be your breathe you can’t reach and the tears that go down your cheek. I will relive your stress by leaving your body through them. Panicking is okay. It’s natural but I need you to try and calm down. I need you to breathe in for three seconds then let it out in three. Okay, my love?”

You look up at him eyes puffy and cutely red,

He calms you down with his words. You do as he says and try to breathe in threes. 1 2 3 in. 1 2 3 out. You repeat this in your empty void. You feel yourself stop crying and breathing slow down. You bring your hand up and wipe away the still wet tears. The dry ones sticking to your face.

You kiss his lips before he goes to shut the stove off and put the knife and fruits away. You feel the sleepiness take over. Your eyes slowly close, your head falling forward.

He turns around to see you asleep about to fall off the counter. He rushes over as he decides he’ll just do the dishes later. He picks you up again. He takes you up stairs. He walks into the bedroom and sets you on the bed under the comforter. He kisses your forehead for the third time today.

“Sleep well, my love.”

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Lee know:

You stretch your limbs and hear that satisfying pop. You lay back down in your bed. You look to Lee know’s side of the bed. You sigh seeing him not there. You feel your eyes tear up.

You had a nightmare a few days ago that started exactly like this. Lee know leaves, he says he’s staying out late, you go to see him, you ask him how he’s doing, he gives dry replies, you’re confused, and then he just tells you he’s tired of you.

You feel a tear go down one of your cheeks. Another one following behind. You hear your phone vibrate. You turn around. You see a text from Lee know,

“Emotionless” baby

Hey darling. I won’t make it tonight I have to work late. I’m sorry!!

Your heart drops. No this can’t be happening.

Okay babe. Do you mind if I see you later?

You stress as you wait for the answer. You swallow nothing and stand up out of the bed. You grab your phone off the charger. You walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth. Not having your eyes on the phone, just in case it’s something bad he text back.

You take your clothes off and get into the shower. You decided to just check later.

— little time skip —

You get out the closet with your new clothes putting them on quickly. You took your time in the shower. Wanting to see him as soon as possible. You grab your keys and get to the entrance of the house. You open the door and rush to your car.

You basically speed to JYP Entertainment. You get to the doors and walk in. The receptionist nods at you and lets you pass. You get to the elevator and get upstairs. You get to the studio and open the last door in your way slowly.

You see Lee know laughing with Chan. You sigh and walk up behind him,

“Hey.” You said from behind him. When he turns around he smiles widely,

“Hey darling.” He keeps smiling as he hugs you. You smile and hug him back. Feeling the relief spread throughout your body,

“What are you doing here?” He asks,

“I asked you if I could see you. I’m not sure if you answered though, so I just came.” You nod and smile.

He smiles and makes you sit down. Him soon sitting in your lap. You wrap your arms around him. You felt your heart pick up as you think he will just tell you how tired he is of you and then leave with Chan.

Your leg starts to move a lot with out you noticing. He turns around and looks at you. He sees you biting your lip which is something you do when anxious. He grows confused as he drags you outside the room,

“What’s wrong?” He grabs the sides of your face. You groan quietly. Screw his observation skills. You sigh,

“I’m fine. I just need to breathe.” He nods and holds your hands. You feel your eyes tear up just slightly. He grabs your cheeks and wipes the slow tears.

“Are you sure you just “need to breathe?”” You nod but he obviously doesn’t believe you. He wipes the tears then hugs you again.

You burst out with tears. He holds you tighter,

“Whatever that is harming you right now. Does not matter darling. I’m here, Chans here, Hyunjins here, Changbins here. We’re all here for you darling. You can cry, and we’ll be your shoulders. We’ll wipe your tears before they touch your chin. We’ll be your sunny days in your own dark nights. Darling we love you. I love you, and I won’t ever stop loving you. I will be here for your lonely cries and your lonely thoughts. I won’t let you go. We will keep you safe and with us. We’ll stay with you as long as you need us to darling. We love you okay?”

You sob hearing the sweet words of one of you lovers. He stops hugging you and kisses your soft lips. He smiles at you softly but sadly. You smile back with more confidence than before.

God, do I love them.

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Im done y’all!! YAY! I’m so happy I can post this for you guys. I get I was gone, but like I said I didn’t have motivation. Yet now I’m out of school, so I can write more for you!!!!! But we still don’t speak of that. We never know what might happen. Have runs reading other stuff y’all while y’all wait for me.

#short imagine #gender neutral reader #skz x reader #skz x male reader #top male reader #uke male reader #stray kids

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forsaire · 8 months

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Coming home (Ghost x Soap)

After an intimate time together, Ghost and Soap are filled with giddy happiness while they lay in bed.

Chapter 31 excerpt of Don't Let Me Go.

“You were amazing…” Ghost murmured in praise, his voice thick with tiredness. Soap looked at him with a lazy smile plastered across his face and rested a hand against Ghost’s chest.

Soap opened his mouth to speak, but quickly snapped it shut as he pressed his forehead to Ghost’s chest and let out a giddy laugh. He raised his head again, clearly trying to suppress his laughter.

His laughter was contagious and Ghost couldn’t help but smile at hearing it. He wanted to keep hearing, forever. After a second, Soap seemed to calm himself down as he looked deeply into Ghost’s eyes.

“I’ve thought about doing that for so long,” Soap said sincerely.

“You thought about me?” Ghost asked cheekily to which Soap rolled his eyes with affection.

“Like you weren’t thinking the same things…”

“I keep it professional, Sergeant.”

Soap scoffed. “Yeah right. You were just as desperate.”

“Even before we were together?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“I don’t know,” Ghost said playfully, dragging his fingers along Soap’s spine. “How should I feel about my subordinate constantly having inappropriate thoughts about me?”

Soap pursed his lips trying, and failing, to hide his smile. “First of all,” he started, “it wasn’t constantly.”

“Just most of the time.”

“There were many instances, yes,” Soap relented. He traced his hand over the muscles of Ghost’s chest. “That can’t be a crime considering how you look…” Soap let his eyes drop as his hand wandered over the taut muscles. As if suddenly snapping back to attention, he turned his focus back to Ghost.

“And secondly,” he spoke up again, “you made a move on the Sergeant in your charge. Where was your professionalism then, huh? You oughta be written up.”

“And I’d do it again…” Ghost smirked.

“Yes please…”

Ghost lightly pressed his lips against Soap’s who sighed into it and kissed back. They stayed like this for a long time, lazily kissing and licking at each other’s lips, wandering hands full of gentle touches. If the world ended right now, Ghost would happily watch it crumble away as he held Soap in his arms.

Slowly, Ghost became aware of a question nagging at the back of his mind and he let it tumble out of mouth. “You thought about me?” he asked, this time the joking edge of his words replaced with sincerity.

“Of course.”

“And?”

Ghost let the rest of the question hang in the air. With a genuine smile, Soap slid one of his hands up to cup the side of Ghost’s face and he melted into the touch.

“It was everything and more,” Soap said earnestly, brushing his thumb across Ghost’s cheek. “Just like you.”

Ghost felt those words burn and sear into his brain permanently. Soap shifted his position so he was laying down next to Ghost and resting his head on Ghost’s shoulder. Ghost tightened his grip on the other man, hoping to keep him here forever.

Soap wrapped the chain of Ghost’s dog tag around his finger and started playing with it in tired absentmindedness. It had slipped Ghost’s mind what was written on the tag, the memory only entering his mind again when Soap abruptly stopped fiddling with it. He grabbed the dog tag to read it better, then flicked his eyes up to Ghost.

“Simon…” Soap asked slowly. “Why does your dog tag not have your name on it?”

He knew exactly what it said.

Ghost.

There was nothing else. He was no one else.

“Because I’m just The Ghost,” he replied carefully. After poignant silence from Soap, Ghost felt pressured to speak again. “It was thought best to not put my name on the tags. If I died in the field, I would remain as I lived – unknown. It’s not like the military had anyone to send my remains to anyway…”

With a melancholic expression, Soap gently placed the cool dog tag back onto Ghost’s warm chest. His face was twisted in thought and he subconsciously bit at his lip. After a few seconds, he spoke up.

“Call me a sentimental fool, but I’d care. I’d want you to return back home.”

“I don’t really have a home anymore…” Ghost wasn’t trying to get Soap to pity him but stated it as a simple fact.

“Then return to me.”

Ghost looked up at the ceiling, an overwhelming feeling blooming in his chest. He blinked away the tears that threatened to come out.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “I’d like that.”

Full (spicy) chapter ao3.

#johnny is simons home #i'll scream it from the rooftops #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #simon riley #simon ghost riley #codfic #cod #mw2 #my writing #chapter 31 #dont let me go cod #dont let me go fic #ghoap writing #op

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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hi!! could i request rosaria, lumine and mona with an often very tired s/o who can sleep at anywhere at anytime and they often nap on them? i hope this request make sense and have a nice day! love your writing btw

Them with a reader that can fall asleep anywhere at anytime

characters: Mona / Rosaria / Lumine x gn!reader (seperate)

warnings: none

a/n: Sorry it took me a bit (two. months.) to write this, I honestly forgot about it for a while.

I haven't written for these 3 in a long time, so if one of them is ooc, I'm very sorry.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Mona

To say that you falling asleep in the middle of her astrology lessons was something that annoyed her would be a bit of an understatement. Sure, she knew not to hold it against you since you fell asleep constantly and always seemed to actually be really excited about them while you were awake but having to constantly fear that the person you had been talking to for the past few minutes had been passed out the entire time, wasn’t something Mona did feel all too thrilled about.

Mona and you had been laying on the hill outside of Mondstadt for quite a while now, with her pointing at different stars and telling you everything astrology related that came to her mind, but when her finger pointed at the star shining brightest, a stupid one-liner shot through her head, causing her to finally get silent. Normally you were the one saying stupid, flattering things all the time. Now that she thought about it, your urge to flatter her was almost as big as your urge to fall asleep at every somewhat appropriate moment, so your prolonged silence was evidence enough that you had probably fallen asleep once again, giving her the courage to say her stupid thought out loud without having to worry about your teasing.

“And this star shines as bright as my love for you”, the words hadn’t even left her mouth fully and she already found herself cringing at them, regretting ever having said them in the first place, making her sit up and try to think of something else to distract her from it. “Eugh, I can’t believe I just said that”, she said to herself, only to startle when she heard your voice.

“Why? I think it was kind of cute”, you said before also sitting up, causing the astrologer to stare at you with pure shock on her face.

“SHUT UP! Weren’t you asleep?”, she shouted, her face now completely red, making her try to hide behind her hat, only for you to laugh for a brief second, shutting up when she glared at you.

“What? Does me being silent automatically mean I fell asleep?”, you asked, your goofy smile not leaving your face for a moment, infuriating her even more.

“Usually”, she responded before hiding behind her hat again, only to hear you yawn and stand up.

“Hmm, you’re probably right, but your astrology lesson was too interesting to fall asleep”, you blatantly lied, things being interesting never stopped you from just falling asleep, nothing did. “But how about we head home? I might actually fall asleep here if we don’t”, you asked, the fact that you were still smiling being obvious by your tone alone.

“This never happened”, she stated while still pouting, only to quickly get up and walk home in front of you, earning no response besides a sarcastically agreeing hum from you.

Rosaria

With that sister from the church of Favonius running after her whenever she refused to participate at a voluntary church activity, Rosaria had enough problems with people disturbing her job. But luckily for her, your constant tiredness was as useful for her as it was worrying. You of course were curious as to what she was doing when she sneaked off somewhere and would question her about it. Most of the time she would either change subject or give you an answer that left more questions than it solved, but sometimes, when she was feeling nice and had a good day, you would actually get more telling responses.

Even though her reluctance to give you any satisfying answers to your questions made it clear enough that Rosaria wasn’t all too excited about the idea of you actually knowing what she was doing when she sneaked off in the middle of the night, curiosity still got the better of you and caused you to silently follow her each time, only for you to get so tired that simply leaning against a wall for a couple of seconds was enough for you to fall asleep.

You were following her again, the sound of an extra pair of feet was enough to make that obvious for Rosaria. No matter how sneaky you thought you were, she would notice your presence almost immediately. It wasn’t really your fault, but she wouldn’t have survived as long as she did if merely trying to walk silently was enough to go unnoticed for her.

For a brief second, she could feel herself getting annoyed by your insistence on finding out where she was heading, only for her to start her usual routine again. Walking in circles around your home until you inevitably fell asleep, then dragging your sleeping form back home always made her job much more time consuming, but if it meant that you wouldn’t fall unconscious in the middle of nowhere, then it was something she was willing to spend a bit of time on.

When the footsteps finally stopped, Rosaria continued her act for a few more seconds, only to then turn around and scoop your sleeping body up, quickly walking you back home, while letting out one sigh after another, trying her best to feel annoyed at you, something that proved much harder when your started snuggling against her. But once she finally reached home, she quickly tucks in into bed before vanishing once again, already catching herself thinking about what she was going to say about the “weird dream” you had, that you were inevitably going to tell her about tomorrow.

Lumine

Lumine’s travel group seemed to get weirder and weirder with every person joining it. First there was her, a traveller from a different world, a flying fairy that seemed to have a bottomless pit as a stomach and you, whose excitement about following her on her travels was only topped by your desire to take a nap whenever you got the chance to.

It didn’t matter when or where, once you decided to make camp for the day there were only 2 things that were guaranteed: Paimon impatiently helping to prepare something to eat and you falling asleep on whatever spot seemed most comfortable. It got to a point where both Lumine and her flying companion decided to bring a pillow with them whenever they went, only for you to rarely use it, instead resting your head on her shoulder.

It had been quite a while since Lumine had sent you to gather wood for the fire now, and while she had already finished building the tents, you were noticeably still absent. So, when she and Paimon decided to look for you, having a bit of a suspicion as to why you failed to come back, but being slightly worried nonetheless, they quickly spotted you sitting against a tree, with your arms still holding on to a lot of sticks and small pieces of wood. Paimon had already made her way up to you and was about to wake you up, when Lumine held her back, causing the fairy like companion to look at her with a look of confusion.

“We should wake them up, Paimon wants to eat, and we need to start the fire in order to make the food”, she stated in her high-pitched voice, causing your sleeping form to shift around a little, making the Traveller place her hand over Paimon’s mouth before starting to look around in her bag, pulling out the camera she got in Inazuma. Without wasting anymore time, Lumine quickly shot a picture of you before inspecting it with a small smile and putting it and the camera back into her bag.

“You are right, let’s wake them up now.”

#genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #mona x you #mona megistus #mona x reader #lumine x reader #lumine x you #lumine #rosaria x reader #rosaria #rosaria x you

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spicywarl0ck · 5 months

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Wip-Wednesday

Finally, I have a small wip to share again, probably the last for this year until I take a break to recharge my creative spirit again. But the first stone for an transInquisitor/Solas fanfiction is set!

He tried to fight against the hands digging into the worn down tunic they must have given him and that was nothing like his Dalish armour. His feet dragged over the cold stone floor and his teeth grit when he tried to wiggle his way out.

But their grip was too firm, bruising almost as they threw him onto the ground, pulling their blades at the same moment to place them around his neck and forcing him to keep his head up at the same prospect.

By the creators, how much he wanted to put an arrow into their foreheads if only he’d have his weapons.

“Don’t even try.” The woman with the dark hair and the metal armour warned him. Her face was a mask of tiredness and desperation, but she tried to hide it with a curtain of harshness. This woman was used to handle interrogation’s, that much was clear.

“We have guards positioned at the outside as well, you’d do best to corporate if you don’t want to be ended by one of their blades. They will be as quick as I.” she added, her tired yet scornful eyes piercing him as he remained silent.

He wore a stoic mask on his own, as forest green eyes reflected the torches around him. His shoulders were straight, and his chin lifted as he met her gaze, waiting for her to continue on with pursed lips.

Revassan surely wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of speaking on his own, no matter if the damp coldness of the stone floor underneath him dug through the pants they’d given him.

“What were you doing at the conclave?” she continued on, as if he didn’t insult her with his silence. “And what happened? How did you survive?”

Confusion flashed over his face.

Survive? That didn’t sound right with him, but then again… he could tell that he was injured. His arm still hurt, yet not as badly as it had before, the very palm of his hand feeling as if it throbbed and something was stuck inside.

So, it wasn’t as he knew anymore about what was going on but the Shem’s did obviously.

He regarded her for a moment, seemingly not bothered at all by the cold steel pressed against his neck and ready to end his life at any moment. Yet, he knew, as threatening as they might have been, they were desperate too. He could see it in their eyes after all.

“I was sent to the conclave by request of the Keeper of my Clan.” he answered, carefully. “As for your other question… I can’t answer that I’m afraid for I am just as much in the dark as you are.”

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #solavellan #dragon age inquisition #writing #wip wednesday #solas/male lavellan #male Lavellan #wip #my wip #my writing #unedited

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letters-to-yj · 1 year

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A/N: this is literally just a self indulgent thing I wrote for myself and is pretty catered to me (gender/enby stuff, afab!reader, coming out, reader getting called boyfriend)

You could do this, you could tell him. You needed to, but mostly you just wanted to. You hated to hide anything from Yeonjun to begin with and this felt especially important because well, it was about you—your identity. You knew that even if you did want to keep it a secret, shove it down and hide it, that you couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

After all, you two were together. He was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend, only that particular word didn’t exactly sit right these days. Not in a ‘I don’t want to be with him’ kind of way either, but rather you didn’t feel like a girlfriend because you didn’t feel like a girl.

And this was the trouble.

Not that you felt like a guy either, but you were certainly not a woman. Would it make a difference to him? It terrified you, not that you’d begrudge him it if he did change his mind—but the idea still made your heart feel like it was cracking.

You try not to think like that though, because Yeonjun has never made you doubt how he feels for you. Because for every bad day or ounce of self doubt, even in the most mundane and sometimes silly moments—he was always there reminding you. It didn’t make the looming cloud of anxiety floating above your head shrink completely, but you needed that sliver of hope.

As soon as he enters your apartment, all it takes is one look at you and his brows furrow, “are you okay?” Geez, does he have some kind of sixth sense? You wonder to yourself.

“I’m okay,” you try to reassure him, hoping to shrug it off, at least for a moment.

“Are you sure? You seem nervous.” Yeonjun looks at you so gently, that you can’t help but let the facade crack. You had hoped to do this later in the evening, but looking at him now only made it harder for you to keep it in.

“Actually—” you start. “I need to talk to you about something…about me.” You take his hand and guide him to sit on the couch next to you. It’s obvious you’re scared, just a little bit fidgety, going over every possible option of how to say this in your head—just like you had been all day.

Yeonjun seemingly picks up on it, taking your hand and squeezing it. “You know I’ll never judge you, right? Whatever it is, I’m not gonna judge you or be upset with you.”

You can feel tears brimming in your eyes at the words, you didn’t expect to be emotional before you even got a single word out about it. “It’s just, I—don’t think I’m a woman. Or a man either…? Not really sure, just not either of those.” Words tumble clumsily out of your mouth and now you could feel the tears falling, you feel ridiculous.

A look of alarm and worry immediately registers on Yeonjun’s face as he reaches out to touch your face, wiping at your tears. “Hey, don’t cry—you don’t need to cry. It’s okay, right? It’s okay.”

The gentle words only make you want to cry more, sniffling quietly, but the way he’s looking at you feels like a balm on your heart. “It’s okay?” It’s all you can get out, voice small.

He smiles softly at you, “yeah, it’s okay,” he says softly. “Did you think it wouldn’t be?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just got scared,” you admit. “I didn’t want you to change your mind.”

“I wouldn’t,” Yeonjun says, almost sounding shocked. “I love you so much, how could I ever change my mind?”

You sigh, a mix of relief and tiredness from all the stress you had built up. “I love you too—a lot, just…nothing scares me more than the thought of losing you.”

“You wouldn’t lose me, especially not over this. I’m glad you told me,” he says. “I want to know you, all of you. No matter what.”

“Thank you, really,” you say, your voice slightly cracking again.

He’s quick to swoop in, “no, no—no more crying,” he pulls you into a hug. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

When you two finally part, Yeonjun is looking at you with an almost contemplative look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, just a little amused.

“Do you still want me to call you my ‘girlfriend’?” He asks.

Your face scrunches up, “I mean…maybe something else would be better?”

“Partner?” Yeonjun offers. He realizes it’s a miss when you kind of just make a face at him.

“I don’t know,” you start backtracking. “Girlfriend could be fine—”

“Boyfriend?” He cuts you off.

He sounds a little giggly as he says it and out of nervousness you point it out instead of answering. “Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know, it’s just kind of cute—why, do you not like that one either?” Asks Yeonjun.

You pause. “It’s…not bad, kind of nice actually. ”

“Okay then,” he says, like he’s making an important announcement. “You can be my boyfriend.~”

He grins proudly at you and despite the slightly teasing tone, you can tell he’s mostly just endeared. And before you even have the time to properly feel awkward or embarrassed about it, he’s pulling you into a soft and sweet kiss, effectively distracting you.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips.

“I love you too.”

You feel so lucky.

#yeonjun imagines #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x gn reader #txt imagines #txt x gn reader #daydreams 💭

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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I have a story about the love story he is supposed to have written 😉 Your Strawberry

A love story

Like every day, after she got home, she went to the mailbox and took out the mail. Usually it was a few ordinary letters with bills, but today she had a thick envelope in her hand. Her eyes widened as she recognised the writing on it. She would never forget the sweepingly placed letters. Now, however, they danced before her eyes. She turned the large heavy letter but found no information other than her address. She felt her heart beat faster and pressed the letter to her. Quickly she went into the house and opened the envelope with shaky hands. Carefully she took out the contents and held a manuscript in her hands.

On the cover it said in large letters: A love story. She flipped through the pages and realised that she had 300 typed A4 pages in her hands. She sank down on the sofa in the living room, then flipped open the first page with still trembling hands and began to read. Very quickly she realised that this story was about them both, although he did not use names. Curious, she devoured page after page and was moved that his fears, wishes, thoughts and feelings corresponded so exactly to hers. What was written there, they had experienced together, lived through together, suffered through together. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of the feelings she felt as she read.

However, when she came to the part where the protagonists became more intimate with each other, she abruptly folded the book shut. She had to take a break. She had forbidden herself to think about him in this way. If she read his thoughts now, whatever resistance was left would surely collapse. She did a few things around the house and made herself something to eat. But nothing helped to suppress the thoughts that were spreading inexorably through her mind. She had to know how this story continued. She needed to know what he was thinking. So she sank back onto the sofa and looked doubtfully at the book on the table. She was so curious and so afraid at the same time. Eventually her curiosity won out and she began to read on.

She forgot time and space and at some point she had reached the last page. Her thoughts were racing, she was exhausted and yet wide awake. She felt unable to go to bed, so she wrapped a blanket around her body and lay down on the sofa. Then she turned out the light and stared into the darkness for a long time. Again and again her thoughts returned to what she had read, but eventually tiredness overcame her and she fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes the next morning, she knew with absolute certainty what she had to do. She took the story and took the train into town, to him. As soon as she knocked on his door, he opened. She understood at a glance that he was expecting her. Wordlessly, she entered his flat as a matter of course and when he had closed the door again, he simply stated, "You've read it." She nodded, rummaged in her bag, pulled it out and held it out to him. He shook his head. "I don't want it back. I wrote it for you. It's yours." Astonished, she glared at him, clasped the pages and pulled them protectively to her.

"You've broken him for good with this," she said in a low voice. He looked at her questioningly. "My resistance," she explained simply. She saw him begin to beam and had to smile as well. "It is the most beautiful love story I have ever read," she said, moved. "I can't believe you wrote it all down." Then her voice failed her. He came to her, took the book from her hand and put it aside. "It's our story," he explained simply, "and it's only just begun." Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Helloooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

Oooh but you never disappoint 🤩 Having Emmanuel sending in the love story before they got intimate and as a way of breaking that barrier between them, was really nicely done!

Brigitte trying to resist to read that particular part... girl, you know you can run but you can’t not hide 🤭

And now, we will all be thinking about Emmanuel’s 300 pages of a love story hahaha

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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let-me-love-you-loki · 2 years

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Nowhere to Run--Ch. 51

Chapter 51

Jericho sat in a horribly uncomfortable plastic chair beside the exam table. He watched as Kat dangled her feet from her perch on the end. He couldn’t count how many times he’d bobbed in the pool in front of her as she swirled her swollen and aching feet in the warm water. Nor could he count the hours he’d spent with them in his lap, fingers slowly working along the arches until she sighed in relief.

He watched her face, searching for hints of tiredness or pain. She hadn’t gotten dizzy again since they’d come back from Jacksonville. For that he was grateful. Her eyes seemed large in her pale face, their green glassy and dull. He couldn’t help but worry every time he watched her hover for a moment when she stood up. Waiting to see if she was going to slump over, if her legs were going to give out beneath her.

“I can feel you staring,” Kat said with a faint smile. Her eyes were focused on the pamphlet the nurse had given her. Jericho could see the crease between her brows as she read.

The quiet snorting laughter that slipped out of him was surprising. He’d been so wrapped up in his worry for the last week that happiness and joy seemed a little out of reach. “You act like that’s something new.”

Kat glanced up at him, and he felt his heart stutter in his chest. “That look is new. I’m not going to fall apart, Chris.”

He stood and dragged the chair close to her side. Her fingers trembled when he took her hand. Kat was one of the strongest people he’d ever met, and he marveled at how she so easily managed their lives. His life. Even now—when she should have been focused on herself—she couldn’t stop herself from managing him. And she did it with ease.

“I know that, sweetheart,” Jericho whispered as he set his lips against her knuckles. He leaned forward to rest his chin on her knee. “I can’t help but worry about you. About both of you.”

She tucked the pamphlet beneath her thigh. “I know,” she said softly as she settled her palm against his cheek. Her thumb stroked his cheekbone. “I know I give you a hard time about it. You can’t help it. Old men have little else to do but worry.”

***

I bit the inside of my lip, trying to keep a straight face. Ever since I’d had that barely there dizzy spell at the hotel Jericho had been so serious. He hovered and watched me like a hawk every time I moved. From the moment we’d walked into the doctor’s office, I could see the terror in his eyes. I needed to hear him laugh. Just for a little while.

He cocked his head up, his blue eyes going wide. “Did you… Did you just…? After almost a year…!” I watched his face go red, purple, and then pale as he tried to make sense of what he’d just heard me say. “Are you completely serious?”

My jaw twitched. It was harder than I imagined it would be to keep from laughing at his expression of complete and utter wonderment. Unable to hide my grin any longer, I patted his cheek. “Of course I’m not!” I rolled my eyes. “But I’m sick of you moping!”

Jericho sat back, looking up at me as if he couldn’t believe it. “What else do you expect me to do, Katarina?” he said with distress. “Something could be wrong! With one or both of you! Am I not supposed to worry?”

“I didn’t say that. But there’s worrying and there’s getting consumed by fear. Two different things,” I replied. “I appreciate your concern. But I don’t want you to drown in it. You’re no good to us—to anyone—if you’re doing nothing but worrying all the time.”

Before he could say another word, there was a knock on the door. A second later it swung inward and a woman who looked to be in her early forties slipped inside carrying an iPad. She crossed the space between us and held out her hand with a smile.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Natalie Gordon,” she said as I took her hand. “You must be Katarina Prince.”

“Hello,” I returned with an answering smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” She turned toward Jericho and reached to shake his hand as well. “And you are…?”

He smiled, turning on the Jeri-charm. “Chris Jericho. The father.”

Dr. Gordon nodded. “It’s good to have the family’s support, particularly for a single mother.”

My heart skipped a nervous beat. I’d dreaded moments like this since our relationship had gone public—or as public as it was in our world. While Jericho was still in fantastic shape and didn’t look his actual age, it was clear that he was significantly older than me. We’d gone for so long without having that mistake made. Now it had finally happened.

“No,” Jericho replied with a tight set to his mouth. “The baby’s father.”

I honestly felt sorry for the woman as complete embarrassment spread over her face. She took a breath and schooled her features. “I’m sorry,” Dr. Gordon said soothingly, “please forgive the assumption. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“It’s an honest mistake,” I said calmly. “Don’t worry about it at all.”

“Absolutely. Don’t bother about it,” Jericho added. He turned the Jeri-charm right back on, his smile dazzlingly bright. “According to her I’m an old man anyway.”

My head lolled backward as my eyes rolled so far that I was certain they’d get stuck staring at the back of my skull. “Shut up. You’ve caused enough trouble for one lifetime.” I glared at him from the corner of my eye. “You’re not helping, Christopher.”

“Forgive me, Katarina,” he teased back, flicking me on the knee. His mood had shifted so quickly that it was staggering.

Dr. Gordon watched our back and forth for a moment before turning her attention directly to me. “What’s brought you in today, Kat?”

I pointed at Jericho and made a face. “Him. I had a brief dizzy spell about a week ago and he’s been panicked ever since. It was either come in for a checkup or deal with him hovering over me for the rest of this.” I circled my finger around my stomach.

“She doesn’t know when to quit,” Jericho interrupted, “and she sure as hell won’t listen to me.”

“I haven’t worked for almost four months! Since before we knew I was pregnant! What more do you expect from me?” The words came out more forceful than I intended. Angry.

He turned fully toward me, ignoring Dr. Gordon entirely. “I wish you’d trust me!”

My anger turned to frustration. “I do, Chris. You know that I do. But I need you to trust me! I know my own body!”

Before he could say another word, the doctor held up her hands between us. “Calm down. Relax. One thing at a time.” She turned her focus on me and took some very deliberate, clear, and deep breaths. “Let’s start with the dizziness. When did you notice that starting?”

I rolled my eyes. “It happened once. Last Wednesday. For just a few minutes. And all it did was make me lightheaded for a few seconds. I’ve been absolutely fine ever since.”

She nodded and stood up. A moment later, she had a blood pressure cuff and pulse oximeter on me. I watched her pull a stethoscope from her pocket and hook it into her ears. “Take a few deep breaths for me, Kat.”

My gaze fell onto Jericho as I focused on taking slow and steady breaths. His blue eyes were fixed on the doctor, watching everything that she did as if he would have to repeat it move for move. He crossed his legs and tapped his fingertips against his shin in nervousness. For the first time since we’d walked into the office, I actually paid attention to the way his entire body was wrapped up in tension.

“Hey,” I whispered, snapping my fingers to get his attention. When his eyes met mine, I offered him a faint smile. “I love you.”

He paused his tapping and returned my smile with one of his own. “I love you too, sweetheart.” I watched him relax just a little. His shoulders settled. The frown on his face faded.

***

Jericho felt his worry start to slip away just a little. Once the doctor assured him—multiple times—that Kat and the baby were both perfectly fine, he felt as if his heart had started beating properly again. He found himself thinking that maybe he had overreacted. That maybe he’d actually made the whole thing worse by stressing Kat out even more.

He reached for her hand as they walked through the lobby of the doctor’s office. She looked over at him and the corner of her mouth tipped upward. Her fingers laced with his.

“You’re absolutely stupid, you know that don’t you?” she teased.

He laughed and had the sense to look chastised. “Is it surprising if I say you aren’t the first person to tell me that?”

Kat’s smile got bigger and she laughed in return. Her entire face lit up and Jericho felt his chest tighten with joy. It was like he was seeing that smile for the first time, even though he’d lived every day for months—in truth, for years—with it.

“I’m pretty sure that I’ve got the record for number of times,” Kat replied as they circled around to the passenger side of the Range Rover. She leaned back against the side of the car and tugged him close. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Because I think I’ve told you that at least once a day for the last six months.”

“That you have,” Jericho replied with a charismatic grin that would have wooed a thousand crowds. “And I’ll listen to it all day, every day for the rest of my life.”

“Good. Because I plan on making sure that you don’t forget it.”

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alexithykia · 1 month

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“huh, what are you up to today, darling?”

you giggle at that question, rising your ankles high enough for him to see the bottom of your socks, a pretty pink dots forming bunny toe beans on your feet.

this genuinely surprises aventurine, whose neon eyes for a second glimmer without knowing how to answer — but just a moment later, he’s back with his casual smirk and nonchalant expression.

as you guessed, it isn’t long until you notice that bulge growing tight inside his beige pants, falling victim to your sweet, definitely innocent teasing.

“baby, i think these would look better on my shoulders…” he hums seductively, settling himself between your slightly parted legs, holding them up under your knees and rubbing circles with his thumbs on the sheen fabric.

his other hand travels upwards until his fingers slip down your thighs and hook over your panties, tugging at them suggestively — in response, you let out a sigh that has nothing of tiredness or annoyance, lifting your hips in acceptance to allow him to slowly take the delicate piece of clothing off.

while you’re trying to avoid making a scene about getting half naked, aventurine is taking his sweet time unzipping his trousers and sliding them down before proceeding to push you to lay with your back against the sheets; his body doesn’t fully follow though. instead, he keeps holding your ankles up so that you have to no other option but to expose yourself almost entirely to him.

there’s an intense wave of heat coming from somewhere that you can’t exactly point at first — maybe it comes from those big violet eyes staring lovingly between your legs, maybe from your own cheeks now burning hot with excitement as his hands start pushing your thighs wider apart.

you’re too invested in the feeling of having his clothed erection teasingly brushing against you while he busies himself kissing your calf up and down, now totally focusing on that sole area of sensitive skin below your knees... you actually whine when aventurine lifts himself to drop your leg onto the mattress and finally give you some attention where you need it most, immediately arching your back off the bed to press into his mouth even more.

— not like i’m even hiding, because the topic makes it obvious, but… hehe :3 🧴

*clears throat* *screams into pillow!!!* dis iz what i get 4 messin wiv mooties !!! Σ(°△° ꪱꪱꪱ) ohhhh i wanted 2 be sooooo selfish n’ keep it 2 myself but i simply cannot do dat :3 u hav mi twirlin mi hair ovr here !!! blushin !!! gigglin !!!

da thought of hims just kissin up ur leg… (｡>\\<) gettin higher n higher bein a tease :< like u nonnie. even tho i know who u is… i will get revenge !! i wont be a tease next time teehee ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) ueueueue daddy.. ‘m too impatient !! (｡>﹏<) thankie sm 4 dis… puts it in mi notes n’ everywhere so can reread alwaaaaays.. <33

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Shadows In Darkness (A Short Horror Story)

Ik, Ik, cheesy name, but hear me out. Anyway, this is the second short horror story I've posted on my blog, and I hope people enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Shadows can’t be in darkness, right? Shadows ARE darkness, so it doesn’t make sense for them to be in darkness, right?

I’ve always been scared of the dark. Ever since I was a young child. I believe that much of my fear of the dark comes from the fact that I was prone to nightmares as a child and would often wake up in the middle of the night in the near pitch black of my room. I’d hide under my covers so that whatever shadowy creatures might be hiding in the dark couldn’t get to me. It’s funny thinking about that now; because under my covers, it was just as dark, if not more so, than above them. Maybe it was because it was MY dark, and nothing could get to me under there.

I’m not a child anymore. I’m in my mid-twenties and I’m not scared of the dark anymore. Well, not as much as I used to be. I still don’t enjoy the dark, but I tolerate it when I need to. Last weekend was one such time that I was forced to tolerate the darkness.

Every year during the winter, my whole family goes to my grandfather’s farm and we have a bonfire. It’s a large property at the top of a hill. I always loved going out there, but this year was different.

It was late at night. I wasn’t sure of the exact time because I didn’t have a watch and had left my phone inside. The bonfire was going strong and my family and I were having a good time, toasting marshmallows over the fire and getting tipsy on cheap beer. It was the most fun I’d had all year. As the night went on, people slowly left, either calling it and heading home or going back inside the house until eventually, I was the only one left by the fire.

I didn’t realise immediately that I was alone, but when I did notice, the realisation hit me hard. I couldn’t see anything past what the fire illuminated, which was only about a metre. I looked around, trying to pinpoint the light that the inside of the house would be producing, but I couldn’t see it.

I was alone in the middle of the night, unsure of which direction the house was in, and nearly engulfed in darkness. I felt that same feeling that I felt as a child when I would wake up from a nightmare: Pure. Unfiltered. Terror.

I believe that my fear of the dark is perfectly rational, so I’m not ashamed to admit that I started crying, I had a full-blown panic attack, and it took me a while to compose myself. Eventually, I composed myself and told myself that there had to be a light from the house somewhere. I must have just missed it when I first looked for it, so I looked again and again until I had to decide that the light just wasn’t there.

As I gave up looking for the light from the house. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down, and as I was calm I realised that I could hear a noise. It sounded like gentle footsteps coming from a few metres away from me.

I opened my eyes immediately and spun around, but nothing was there. Well, I didn’t see anything. Anything could have been hiding in that darkness. I sighed; My tired and scared mind had probably just mistaken the sound of the fire crackling for footsteps. Nonetheless when I sat back down I faced towards the darkness with my back to the fire.

It was only a few moments before I heard the footsteps again, my eyes were open when I heard them this time I knew that I wasn’t just hearing the fire crackling. I stood up and walked towards the edge of where the firelight reached. I wanted to overcome my fear and step into the darkness. I wanted to find whatever was making that noise, but I didn’t. I was too afraid. I sat back down by the fire, staring out into the dark trying to catch a glimpse of movement. I saw nothing, but the footsteps continued.

Eventually, my tiredness took over, and despite my best wishes and judgement, I fell asleep. I had a nightmare. In my nightmare, I was engulfed in pitch black and the sound of many sets of footsteps surrounded me. Then there was a loud noise from behind me. I’m not sure if the sound originated in my dream or if it was in the real world. Either way, it woke me up, and when I did the bonfire had gone out.

My only lifeline, the firelight, was gone, and the footsteps got closer. I followed the noises with my eyes. I could have sworn I saw the outlines of tall, human-like beings walking around me. They circled me like sharks preparing to lunge in for the kill. They knew that I knew they were there, but they simply did not care because they also knew that I could not do anything to stop them when they decided they were done toying with me.

I screamed and the footsteps ceased immediately. I could not see the shadows in the darkness anymore. The night was silent, and the only noises I could hear were my fast-paced breathing and the rhythmic thumping of my heart.

After a good while of wandering aimlessly in the dark, I stepped on something. I knelt and felt around for what I had stepped on. It was metal. My hand closed around it, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I blinked, and suddenly, I wasn’t in the dark anymore. I was sitting at the bonfire with my family.

At first, I thought I had drifted off to sleep and had a nightmare, but when I looked down at my hand, I saw that I was holding a silver necklace with an emblem in the shape of a flame.

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fueledbyapplepi · 3 years

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I love your writing it's so good!!! Could I have reader having a crush on the boys and giving them a kiss while they think the boys are asleep and confessing their love to them with mikey, chifuyu and the haitani brothers? Im just so soft for those boys!!!

Sleep Tight | Mikey, Chifuyu, Ran, and Rindou

- Confessing to the boys while they're (not really) asleep

genre: 🌸 fluff 🌸

warnings: minor cussing

A/N: Thank you, anon! I really got into writing this one ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Also, I honestly think I need to come up with better titles because it sounds like a word vomit to me LMAO Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Life would be nice if you had someone by your side who felt the same way about you.

You already have Mikey by your side, making every day much easier to get by. But does he feel the same way with you?

You practically grew up together with Mikey. Being neighbors with the man, you often come by to play with them as kids- leading to a blooming friendship. Although more often, it was you watching Mikey train in his grandfather’s dojo, where he never fails to amaze you with his tricks. Sometimes, you’ll have sleepovers together with Emma and Mikey where you’ll watch movies with them. Only for Mikey to be sound asleep halfway through the movie.

Growing up, nothing has changed that much with that routine. The only thing that has changed is your growing feelings for Mikey.

You saw the ups and downs in his life. From the time he established Toman to losing Shinichiro, you were there to witness how he would build a castle from the rocks of his downfalls.

So it was no surprise that you find your heart beating much faster when he’s around.

Childish as he is, you can’t deny the fact that Mikey is charismatic, beautiful, and kind. But, you never had the chance to tell him what you feel. Because what if he never saw you the same way?

You looked at Mikey, who’s currently sitting by your side almost half asleep. His head swings from side to side as he struggles on whether he should watch the movie or not.

“Mikey, you always never get to finish our movie nights. You’re no fun.” Emma pouted at his brother as she turned off the television.

“Mhmm, not sleepy.” Mikey turned to look at you then at Emma before leaning on your shoulder. “Just a little.”

Your heart flutters from close contact. “Maybe he’s tired from one of Toman’s meetings.” You turned to look at Emma with a sorry face

Sighing, Emma stepped out of the room as she looked at you, “I’ll get us a blanket, wait here Y/N.”

Your face felt hot as you realized that you were left alone in the room with Mikey. Well, this isn’t unusual for you two but with the strong feelings you have for him, you just can’t help but blush.

You looked at Mikey, his eyelashes seemed a bit longer, making his eyes more beautiful. His lips, although chapped, pouted with the way he’s comfy with you.

“Mikey, can you stop being so pretty? It makes me want to kiss you,” you whispered, thinking that Mikey’s probably dozing off to dreamland.

Mikey opened out one of his eyes to take a peek at you. All the sleepiness vanishing from his body. Did he just hear you right? “Then kiss me, Y/N.”

“Heh? Mikey, you’re awake?” you felt embarrassment creeping into you. “Mikey...I...look, sorry. I-”

Your blabbering mouth was silenced with a peck on the lips. Mikey kissing all your worries away.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He smiled as he leaned closer to you. Your foreheads touching and nose brush against each other.

You felt like you’re on cloud nine. Is this real? Mikey likes you too?

Before you could say anything, the door opened with Emma looking at the two of you weirdly. “Hehhh, am I interrupting something?”

You and Mikey looked at Emma. An embarrassed look on both of your faces as if you were caught red-handed.

Now, there’s a lot of explaining to do.

Chifuyu Matsuno

No matter how many times you try, you always seem to lose.

But who won’t?

With Chifuyu’s angelic smile and kind eyes, your determination to admit your feelings for him always seems to waver. It’s just that your thoughts always fly out the window and anxiousness gets the best of you.

You’ve known Chifuyu for quite some time now. Baji, who’s your cousin, introduced him to you as Toman’s 1st Division Vice-Captain and most trusted partner. Of course, it was only natural for you to be wary of him. Baji might trust him, but he could be some sort of drug dealer or serial killer. Who knows?

You’re wrong though. The more time you spend with Chifuyu, the more you appreciate his presence. How can you not? He always lends you a helping hand whenever you need it. As cliche as it sounds, Chifuyu is like the knight and shining armor in your life.

And now here he is. Once again saving you from another horrible situation.

Chifuyu offered you a ride when he found you drenched from the rain in Shinagawa. Apparently, the weather wouldn’t be pleasant today but you forgot to read the weather forecast. Currently, he brought you to his home for the meantime as the rain wouldn’t be stopping until tomorrow.

“I’ll just text and let Baji-san know that you’ll be staying here.” Chifuyu handed you a blanket as he laid on his futon.

“Thank you, Chifuyu. But I swear it’s okay for me to sleep there. This is your bed anyway.” You said embarrassed.

Chifuyu yawned. Tiredness dropping from his eyes. “It’s alright, Y/N. I can’t let Baji-san’s pretty cousin sleep on the floor.” He smiled at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

You laid on the bed silently. Blushing from his compliment. Did he just call you beautiful?

You looked at the ceiling for about a good minute before turning to Chifuyu. “Chifuyu-san, I-”

A soft sleeping figure cut you off. The light from the lamp outside reflected on his beautiful features.

You padded off your feet on the floor and sat right next to Chifuyu. Observing him, you notice that he looks prettier when he’s peaceful like this.

You hesitatingly brushed your fingers on his hair. While massaging it, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by your emotions. “I like you, Chifuyu-san.” You smiled proudly at yourself as you finally got to admit your feelings even though he’s asleep.

However, you noticed that the sleeping figure in front of you stiffened and reddened from your statement. Eyes wide, you held a hand in your mouth.

“Chifuyu-san, are you awake?” You hoped that he wasn’t.

But apparently, he is. “I guess you caught me.” Chifuyu sat up and scratched his head as he smiled at you sheepishly. “That felt nice though.”

“I’m sorry!” You bowed your head, hair hiding your flustered state.

“I like it!” Chifuyu panicked. “I mean, no. I like it. But, I like you too, Y/N-san.”

You laughed. At the same time, feeling extremely happy from what you just had heard.

“I guess we have some explaining to do with Baji-san.” you teased him

“Mhmm. But,” he held your hand and put it into his hair. “Would you continue that?” Chifuyu smiled.

“Of course.” You smiled at him, continuing your hair massages.

Looks like you won this time.

Ran Haitani

You’re no medical expert. The only knowledge you got was based on textbooks and first aid knowledge.

Yet somehow, Ran would always come knocking on your door whenever he has cuts or injuries. Sometimes, even without one, he would come by at your place and complain that his body is painful.

And it’s one of those nights again as you hear a soft knock on the door.

Moving to Roppongi, you were warned about the Haitani brothers. How you must stay away from them because they’re just no good. However, you somehow managed to come across the elder Haitani while you were shopping at a local store when he asked you what hair dye he should use.

This little interaction moved from one way to the other and now, ever since Ran found out where you live, he always comes by to let you heal his “injuries”.

You’re not complaining though. Despite the rumors and warnings, Ran was much more different from what other people say. He may be cocky and teasing, but the beautiful man sure is nice when it comes to you.

Causing you to develop a little crush on him.

You opened the door as you welcomed Ran. “Now, what do we have for tonight?”

Ran stepped in as he walked towards the couch. Laying as if he lives around here. “I got a bump on my forehead.” He pointed out as he pouted at you.

“You have Rindou! And you call yourself notorious but you come here whining like a baby.” you rolled your eyes as you got in the kitchen getting an ice pack for the man.

“Here.” You handed out the ice pack as you stood up in front of him.

“No.” Ran rolled his eyes. “Kiss it, Y/N.” he pouted once again.

“You’re not a baby, Ran. Tch.” you sighed as you sat across him. “Take a nap here and I’ll cook for you when you wake up.”

“Now, wifey material aren’t we.” Ran teased as he closed his eyes. Holding the ice packet against his forehead.

About a good 10 minutes have passed and you never heard another bicker from Ran. As you look at him, the man seems to be sleeping like a log.

You crouched down near him. Observing his features. You must say, he’s quite beautiful and more attractive when less chaotic.

“You’re such a big baby.” Thinking that he’s asleep, you kissed the small bump on his forehead.

As you got up to prepare his late dinner, a hand clutched yours.

You felt your body freeze for a moment as you turned around and saw a bastard smiling cockily.

“Do it again, Y/N.” Ran grinned at you as he held on tighter on your hand. “I’m a big baby but your baby.”

“Let me go!.” your face was beat red as you tried to yank off your hands. Only failing as Ran grabbed your arms causing you to fall on top of him.

“I like you, Y/N” Ran hugged you tightly while you were a blushing mess on top of him. “So let's just stay like this for a while.”

And you did.

Being with Ran isn’t so bad after all.

Rindou Haitani

If there’s one thing you’re proud of, it’s the skill you have for coloring people’s hair.

You like dyeing your hair, your friend’s hair, your cousins, and to just anyone who asks for your help. So it was no surprise when Rindou asked you to help him in doing his highlights.

Of course you can’t say no. Not because he is a Haitani but because you actually like his presence. When you’re around him, everything seems more calm and peaceful.

Despite being a menace around Roppongi, you and Rindou are actually good friends. You’ve known each other when he saved your ass around a group of guys who tried to harass you. And although he was stoic to you at first, he was able to ease up to you because of your caring nature.

After all, you recognized him as Rindou Haitani and not “Ran’s younger brother”. And he appreciated you for it.

So now here you are in their living room. Currently finished in dyeing Rindou’s hair.

“And there you have it. We just have to wait for an hour or so before washing it.” You tidied all the mess up as Ran sat and observed you. “By the way, why won’t you let me dye Ran’s hair?”

He raised an eyebrow upon your question. “Because he can’t have you.” Your eyes widened from his statement. Rindou, realizing what he just said, covered it up with an excuse. “I mean, I want him to dye his own hair and let it look shit. If he wants someone to dye his hair properly, he can go to the salon.”

You laughed at his statement. Well, he can actually crack up jokes once in a while if he loosens up his strict facade. “Oh Rindou, we also need to buy an extra conditioner.”

You looked up and saw the man with closed eyes. Deciding that you don’t want to disturb his sleep, you sat quietly beside him and observed him.

Rindou is already handsome with his glasses. But you realized that he looks much cuter without one.

He just looks good in anything.

You traced the bridge of his nose as you admired his features. “You know what? I actually might have feelings for you.” you muttered softly as you smiled.

“Let’s go out on a date then.” Rindou opened his eyes as he looked at you. Your lips a few inches away from his.

“Rindou!!!” You sat up straight. “I thought you were-”

“Asleep? Well I’m not.” he smiled at you as reached out for your hand. “But I meant it Y/N. I like you, and I want us to go on a date.” Rindou looked at you, hoping for an immediate response.

He does like you. After all, you were the only person who he was able to open up to other than Ran.

“Okay.” You smiled as you brushed your thumb at the top of his hand.

Rindou caressed your cheeks. Leaning in and going for a kiss.

“Ohh. Can I join?” a teasing voice butted in. Causing you two to look at the tall man who’s leaning in the doorframe. “I mean can I join Y/N’s dye party? Just continue that later.”

“Ran, get out!” Rindou shouted as he pointed at the door to his brother.

Well, things quickly escalated with the brothers.

As well as your relationship with Rindou.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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closer | gojo satoru x reader

a/n: aaah my first ask and it’s a request! thanks so much this is so kind and sweet of you 🥺 and here it is! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway!

summary: in which Gojo has the need to be closer to you after a long day of hard work

pairings: jealous! Gojo x reader

warnings: none, other than this isn’t proofread! (This is just a fluffy domestic short fic!)

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The best part about being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer isn’t the power (although Gojo basks in that too) but rather the fact that he allows himself to completely tear his walls down and be putty in your hands once he comes home from work.

Gojo would never say it out loud that the best part of his days is waking up next to you, pressing kisses in your still sleepy face and you whining for five more minutes, then watching as you wobble like a penguin to the shower so you can start your day. Although he doesn’t really ask much from you, his heart still swells every time you make him a sandwich, kiss it and claim that it’s “made with love” before he proudly shows off his ‘breakfast’ of the day to his students.

Even in work, he still thinks of you. It’s quite impossible for this man to stop thinking of you; you and him never left that honeymoon phase even after two years of marriage and a much longer time of dating.

He could be exorcising a curse then get distracted afterwards after seeing an Italian restaurant that he just knows you’ll love. Next thing you know, Gojo flicks his wrist and exorcises the curse in a flash before hopping into that restaurant to look at the menu. Loving is knowing; Gojo takes the time to see if the restaurant would be respectful of your allergies every time before booking reservations.

It’s no secret that this man is completely enamoured with you, if his sappy good morning kisses accompanied with light, teasing touches down your legs is not an indication already. Gojo is confident and feels safe in your relationship and he’s never the type to get jealous because Gojo is Gojo – who else would be better than him for you?

Or at least that’s what he used to believe, until he comes home with a bag of pumpkin spice bread for you, arms wide open and a “Darling~” about to leave his lips when he sees your current predicament.

Nanami is leaning against one of the chairs in your cafe downstairs from your home, the usual stoic man’s lips and cheekbones slightly raised in laughter as you tell him something about your day. Gojo can’t exactly understand the worse falling from your lips because he’s too focused on the way you’re leaning forward, eyes absolutely crinkled into half-moons while you share a strawberry tart with him. Gojo sees the cups of tea have already been emptied, meaning Nanami has been here for a much longer time than he is welcomed.

Gojo clenches his jaw. He’s told you many times you should get a bell so you’d know when a customer comes in, but now he’s thankful you’re stubborn and refused to have one because he can hide in one of the propped up tables and chairs hidden in the darkness.

He can’t help the sigh he releases. He’s late – like he always is.

You’re a regular human who isn’t able to see curses. You’ve only ever known about their existence ever since you started dating Gojo, but other than that, you’re completely unaware of how these things work. It doesn’t bother Gojo. In fact, he quite likes that he can be just a regular man around you, and he basks in the comfort of not having to worry about your safety if ever you were also like him.

He met you when you were just still a barista who helped your boss bake from time to time. Gojo was only a student then who hopped from one cafe to another in search of the best delicacy, but he got more than what he bargained from when he met the fresh-faced and bubbly young woman standing behind the counter whose smile was sweeter than the most sugary dessert you’ve ever made.

As the two of you grew older, Gojo supported you in building your own cafe since you’re so passionate about it and it’s been your dream since childhood.

He still remembers how you’d spend hours in the kitchen trying out new ingredients, so much so that you forget to eat on most days. Gojo is left with the task of literally hauling your ass up upstairs and force you to shower with him. You lie that you’re not really tired, but the moment his skilled hands roll the tension out of your shoulders, a contented and grateful sigh paints those lips he loves to kiss.

One of the things Gojo loves doing with you is taste-testing. He’s not around the house most of the time when you work since he’s a busy man himself, but on the days he actively chooses to annoy Principal Yaga and go AWOL, he’d sit obediently on the counter and let you use him as your own taste experimenting dummy.

When night falls and you’re just about ready to head to bed; satisfied and proud of another day of hard work, Gojo comes home early to help you clean up the cafe and prop the furniture so you don’t overstrain your muscles.

Or at least, he wants to come home early to help you. It’s just that he often gets carried away on his missions and stays behind a lot longer than he’d like because the world of curses is extremely demanding. After seeing that you probably already lifted all these heavy chairs and cleaned up everything by yourself even when you’re tired, and you still have the ability to smile and laugh like that in Nanami’s presence when he should be the one on the receiving end, Gojo is unable to fight back the twisting feeling that pools in his stomach.

Forcing a huge grin on his face, Gojo loudly smacks the paper bag in the table between you and Nanami, his hands resting on the blond’s shoulder who only groans at his presence. “Yo!” He greets, winking when your eyes gleam brighter now that your husband is home.

There’s no trace or hint of anything that could indicate you’re upset with him because he didn’t come home early. Instead, you bow and excuse yourself while picking up your cups and the small plate where remnants of your signature tart had been, and Gojo watches with longing eyes as you disappear in the back room.

Now that you’re gone, Gojo drops in your seat, takes off his blindfold, and glares at Nanami. “Nanamin,” he drawls out. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here – getting chummy with my wife, no less.”

Gojo knows he’s being petty and childish. Of course he is. This is Nanamin we’re talking about; the man is as frigid and stone and he’s as interested in romantic relationships as much as he respects Gojo Satoru. Plus, it’s you, and you have eyes for Gojo and Gojo only, but it’s also Gojo Satoru who’s mixed in the formula, and he’s not the least bit ashamed that he’s being immature right now.

Of course he’s jealous. Of course he’s possessive.

You’re his sweet, little wife – of course he doesn’t like it.

As if reading his mind but couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, Nanami slides an envelope across the table. “Ijichi took a sick leave so he couldn’t give this to you. I was tasked to hand it over to you instead so I came around. It’s not my fault you come home late and your wife insisted I have a short meal before I came home,” Gojo opens his to retort something stupid when you emerge from the back, pretty face tired yet still patient as ever.

“Leaving already, Nanami?” You smile up at him, hand slipping through Gojo’s bigger and rough ones. He doesn’t know why the gesture leaves him stunned, especially when you step close enough that he feels your heat on this sudden cold night. He’s so entranced by everything about you he doesn’t even notice the blond bidding his farewell.

Gojo watches as you turn to face him, smaller hands reaching up to caress his face. Now that his blindfold is gone, his hair falls down to forehead, your dainty fingers brushing them away from his eyes so you could marvel in its beauty.

Like a little kid, he melts into a puddle when you do that exact eye-smile he’s seen you do with Nanami, only this time, it’s reserved, private, and intimate.

Gojo shuts his eyes in the process, nearly stumbling forward, which he doesn’t really let happen with anyone because he’s the Gojo Satoru; strongest jujutsu sorcerer. But you don’t mind, you never do, and if anything it only makes you laugh when he pretends to be deadweight by collapsing into the crook of your neck.

“What a big baby,” you tease with your hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion, all the tiredness and exhaustion from his day disappearing into thin air.

“Yes,” he concedes as he follows you up the stairs where you both change into your pyjamas and settle in for the night. “But I’m your big baby.”

The nickname makes you laugh, head thrown back as giggles erupted in your chest. You’ve already removed your makeup, hair down from your work hairnet and flowing in loose waves. Gojo stifles a gasp then, because you’re in his arms, in his bed, smelling like him, and you’re so soft, so free, so vulnerable and the way you lean into his shoulders while he rubs his cheek on the crown of your head makes him feel like he’s falling in love all over again.

He’ll never get tired of this – of you.

The mere thought of seeing you with someone else that isn’t him doesn’t sit well with Gojo. Now he understands why he’s so jealous and immature – it’s because he hasn’t wanted anyone or anything as much as he loves you.

He can’t imagine a life where he’ll wake up to his mornings without your limbs sprawled across his longer ones, or how he may never hear your sleep talks about birds and butterflies; which is utterly ridiculous, but because it’s you, he finds it adorable. Sometimes Gojo wonders how he ever even lived before meeting, but of course, those were days filled with nothing but him doing weird stupid shit.

Not that he’s stopped doing that, but now at least he’s doing those weird stupid with you.

And he only ever wants to share those with you, so he doesn’t and will never allow anyone else to take what’s rightfully his. You’re his wife, the love of his life, the sunshine in his mornings and the sunset of his beautiful dusk.

He doesn’t care if he’s petty – he’s got every right to be jealous because Gojo Satoru never shares what’s his.

When his mind races back to the way you smile for Nanami again, his hold on you grows tighter. You don’t complain when Gojo suddenly presses his lips into yours, a breathy moan blessing his ears once he finally moves on top of you. Gojo runs his hand under your – his – shirt, letting those talented hands of his roam upon the expanse of his skin like an artwork he’ll never get tired of looking at.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in between the lip-locking, leaning closer when your nails start to scratch his scalp as a way to soothe him from the night. Nothing about the kiss is hurried or fervent; rather, it’s calm and steady, slow and passionate, much like how everything he feels for you is similar to a calm, rainy day where he’ll stay in with a hot cup of chocolate.

You’re home – warmth and comfort – and you know you’re his just as he knows he’s yours, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you like he wants you to never forget that.

You shiver when Gojo’s fingers tickle your ribcage, that spot always having been sensitive. Your husband swipes his tongue over your lips that still tastes like strawberries from your lipbalm, and he groans, falling forward when you allow him access into your sweet, sweet mouth. Meanwhile, you travel down from his hair into those broad, strong shoulders that always seemed like a fortress to you.

Gojo was so big and strong compared to you. There’s no denying he could easily break you if he wanted to, but he’s nothing but gentle – perhaps a little eager – when he holds you like this.

There’s no memory of how you end up on top of his lap that night with the covers barely strewn across your bodies, Gojo’s back pressing into the bed frame that’s witnessed endless nights of passion. His hands then run over your hips, squeezing it a little too hard until you rut against his hips.

“Hmm,” you moan into his mouth at the friction, while Gojo only smirks at your reaction. Even after years, you’re still so sweet, sensitive, and responsive – he just can’t get enough of it. “Satoru,” the way you say his name is so breathy, almost as if it’s a secret only the two of you should know, so he listens intently at your next words. “You’re a little needy tonight. Did something happen?”

“No,” he lies, smiling to himself once he sees your lips are red and bruised. He’s sure he looks the same, but your eyes are glossed over with love that he can’t resist you pulling you to him as if the space offends him. He trails his lips down to your neck to leave red patches of marks that claims you as his – not that the gold wedding band on your fingers wasn’t doing the job already.

Like the good girl you are, you tilt your head and allow him to do as he pleases. He sucks, licks, kisses and nips at the skin, all the while careful to not hurt you or push you over to the edge since both of you are too tired for the day to ever do anything.

Your head drops to the crook of his neck then, arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely as if you trusted him to catch you whenever you fall – and you know he will. He always will.

Later on, you grow sleepy at the way he starts to pepper kisses into your skin that addictingly smells like cinnamon and vanilla all at the same time. Gojo chuckles to himself at how peaceful you look in that moment, draped over him like a tiny puppy who lives in a world too big for themselves, but that’s not true.

You’re bigger than the universe itself, larger than the vast galaxies he held beneath those eyes, and Gojo finally stops being jealous.

There’s no need to be, after all, not when he’s the one you trust wholeheartedly to tuck you in bed while your soft breathing lulls him into slumber as well. Gojo flicks the lamp off with his finger, not wasting another second before he scoots closer, closer, closer until there’s no more recollection of where you begin and where he ends.

He stands corrected in his statement.

He’ll never get tired of this, of you, for you’re bigger than the universe itself and there’s still a lot of space between the two of you that he can’t wait to cross until your worlds crash and burn.

“Next time,” he promises before kissing your eyelids, “I’ll come home earlier.”

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Hiya! I found one of your 'fake dating' post someone asked for and really loved it! Can I ask for the same fake dating trope but with sting? Gn reader, and if it's ok, reader comes from another guild far away, but they ended up taking the same quest and bumped into each other and had to work together (ie fake date) if it's to much work to make that all work don't worry! Also, can you make it really fluffy? I've been reading to much angst 😭 ~poe

- stormy weather isn’t always so bad

summary ; you end up going on a job with Sting Eucliffe and nothing goes according to plan..

authors note ; IM SO SORRY ERIEFIBBWIRJWS- yes this is late. yes this is nothing like what you requested. I tried so hard trying to fit the fake dating trope in I just couldn’t find a way to make it all work. My requests are closed but if you wanna send something involving fake dating or whatever again I will totally allow it to make up for it!

pairing ; sting eucliffe x gn!reader.

other characters ; none.

magic type: not specified.

warnings / genre ; few curse words. neutral, crack + fluff if you squint.

You two were lost- whether you wanted to admit it or not. You had no idea which direction was which, and a large storm was coming in. To top it all off, you were stuck with a certain blonde dragon slayer, and he was no help at all.

“Sting!” Currently, the said dragon slayer kept wandering off out of boredom when you two agreed on searching for some shelter before the rain clouds rolled in.

“The fuck are you doing?” Sting sighed and walked over to you.

“Having no clue which ways north and which ways south doesn’t mean we still don’t have a job to do.”

Oh right- the job. You and Sting actually ended up taking the exact same job and decided to team up and split the reward. It was your usual- group of bandits causing chaos and terrorizing towns, and you two had to take them down.

“Do you know where we are? Mr. Enhanced senses.” You asked, starting started to get frustrated with the situation.

“No idea.”

Great.

You looked at the sky- the dark grey clouds were now above you both, and it was going to pour on you two any minute.

“We should get going,” Sting asked, following your eyes.

“Yep.”

Cue to you both now sprinting through the pouring rain and thunder, seeking any sort of shelter.

Sting had his hand wrapped around your arm, also dragging you at how fast he was, “Sting, slow down, I can’t keep up!” you shouted, but he ignored you and stayed at the same speed.

“Sting!”

“Sting, I asked you to fucking slow down!” You stopped running cause you to fall on your ass.

“We gotta get outta here!” He shouted, pulling you up. Sting started to drag you again, but you ripped his hand off your arm.

“You don’t need to drag me!”

“Fine, I’ll carry you!”

“No!” You walked past him, but he grabbed you by your arm, pulling you closer to him. Pausing for a moment- it felt like the rain slowly went away. The distance between you both was almost non-existent, feeling his breath lightly against your cheeks. Bringing yourself back to reality, you pushed him away and started to walk.

“Let’s go, and I can run on my own this time.”

The two of you again sprinted for shelter- quickly shaking off that moment. Sting was faster than you, but you managed you stick behind him.

“Hey, over there!” Sting shouted, spotting a cave up ahead. Unfortunately, the storm was only getting worse, so you both ran as fast as you could to hide underneath the rocks.

“I don’t think I have ever run that much,” you say, completely out of breath. Sting pushed his wet blonde locks out of his face and nodded in agreement.

“We gotta make a fire.”

“How? Everything is wet.”

The two of you looked around the cave. After a few minutes, you noticed a few dry pieces of wood hidden in the back.

“Sting, there is some wood back here!” You called out grabbed larger pieces out to build the fire pit.

You began to build a teepee shape with the pieces of wood while Sting grabbed the rest of the materials necessary.

“You know how to build a fire?” He asked.

“Yeah, grab two rocks with sharp edges.” You asked, ripping off small pieces of bark and placing them underneath.

Sting followed your instructions, giving you two rocks with sharp edges. You began to quickly rub them together in order to create a spark so the pieces of bark would catch fire. Eventually, the pieces of bark caught, and heat slowly arose from the wood.

Sitting next to the fire, you let out a sigh of relief as your body started to heat up again.

“Sting.” You mumbled, a wave of tiredness began to hit you like a truck.

“Yes?”

“Remind me to never go on a job with you again.”

“Wh-” Sting was about to argue, but suddenly he felt your body sink into his as you fell asleep. Sting sighed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting your weight fall onto him even more.

The blonde placed a kiss on the top of your head and laid his on yours. “Can’t believe you’re sleeping on the job Y/n.” He mumbled, joining you in your peaceful sleep.

After you, two woke up and the storm finally passed, revealing a beautiful blue sky, your job was completely forgotten about…

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