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mysouleaten · 3 months

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THIEF !! [part four]

PLATONIC! pet shop owners! baji, chifuyu and kazutora x teen!reader

summary... uh-oh... where'd your phone go??...

warnings... cuss words, description of injury, and soft baji at the end

[part one] [part two] [part three] [part four]

the final bell rings for the class to end

your teacher says goodbye and quickly tells everyone to prepare for the quiz on tuesday

putting on your headphones over your ears and walking down the crowded hall of students rushing either to get home or to their respective clubs

you thankfully didn't have a club to rush to and didn't have a bus to catch so you could take your sweet time walking home..

..or you could pop into your favorite pet shop to see if anything caught your eye to actually buy this time, you got your pay-check and your mother sent you around fifty bucks so that was a plus

looking down at your phone to turn up the volume in your headphones you don't notice how someone is about to run right into you until it was too late

a huge box filled with whatever had slammed right into your face

"ah! fuck!" you yelled, the heavy box slammed right above your brow giving it a pretty big blow that was gonna bruise

someone quickly came to apologize and help you to the nurse's office

great way to start your weekend..

looking in the mirror at the huge bruise that formed above your eyebrow was painful and very obvious

"just fuckin great, huh?" you curse

rolling your eyes you walk to your kitchen and get out an ice pack from the freezer then grab a couple of paper towels and wrap them around the ice pack

laying on your couch and holding the ice pack on your bruise

"mew"

you turn your head to the right and look down at a ginger cat staring up at you with big baby green eye

"oh..no don't tell me im about of cat food again..?" you whine

"meeeooowww"

hearing more cats on your balcony whining for more food indicated that you in fact have no more cat food

"damn.."

baji snapped his head up at the sound of the doorbell jingling

it was a teen that sort of fit the description that ryusei had given them a couple of days ago

the kid had [ec]eye-color eyes that fit the description, the same hoodie and mask, and a nasty bruise above their brow.. that wasn't part of the description...

baji just followed them with his eyes but the teen slipped away into the back of the store baji couldn't see them back there

spacing out while looking at the cat food, a horrible headache just formed while walking to the pet shop but you were already halfway there to the shop and didn't feel like turning back

and your bruise felt like someone was drumming on it

you look around and see the long-black-haired owner leaning on the counter watching you with cat-like eyes daring you to try and steal something..

yeah.. you weren't gonna risk it..

he could probably be able to catch you easily and body slam you..

which.. could be illegal? you weren't sure right now, you just wanna go home and take a big fat nap

picking up some wet food and kibble and headed over to the counter where the owner was still staring at you with an accusing look but he didn't say anything ...yet

"have.. you been stealing from here..?"

you swallowed the spit that built up in your mouth

"no?.. im paying aren't I?"

"yeah, I guess you are," he said and didn't bother saying anything else besides telling you your change

you finally came through the doors to your apartment, put the bags of pet food on the balcony, and sat on the couch to ease the headache

you then reach into your hoodie pocket to grab your phone but it isn't there, then reaching into the pockets of your pants... your phone wasn't there either..

you're about to have a meltdown

baji stared down at the lock screen of the phone the teen had left on the counter, he hadn't noticed it until a ringtone had started to play but he was too late to tell the kid to come back

but now he was staring at the face of their thief, who matched the description perfectly from ryusei's story..

it was you in your original outfit from a couple days ago when ryusei had tried to follow you, --you squatting down with your phone about your head catching the cats next to you eating from their food bowls and a large dog laying next to them..

at least you were stealing for a good cause.. baji thought

uhh.. I think like.. one or two chapters are left??? :D

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blueberryarchive · 5 months

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 18+

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 3.2k words

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ still working on it. smut (non-con, mnster fucking, long tongue, bg dck! jimin, somnophilia, forced voyeurism?) scary (?) confusing, angst.

If there is a God, he must be a cynical, cruel, tentative being.

Jimin squeezed his chin hard, his skull throbbing, eyes fixed on your wool coat-clad back. He was beginning to hate that olive green macrame that contorted in your tense muscles that you hadn't let him see for a couple of weeks.

Jimin thought that maybe it was your period the reason you didn't want him to touch you, that the headaches at night were from the stress of being so far from society.

He always tried to be a good husband: making you tea, murmuring sweet nothings to you before going to sleep, giving you your space while he took Pepper for a walk to the lake. But winter has gotten crueler, the naked trees are like veins in the eyes of the white sky, pulsant and hideous, and your wall has grown in size.

The nights have become silent. You only know how to do one activity besides sleeping: cooking. Mainly meats: grilled, baked, stewed and steamed. With spices, drunk in wine, boiled with basil, cut into pieces, and shredded by hand. Jimin started to hate the pungent smell of dead cows.

Every night, you ate quietly at the table, and for Jimin to get the words out of you, it felt like he had to put his hand down your throat and spread them on the table. Barely audible, barely sentences.

It was a late winter afternoon, Jimin had tried to be flirty for the first time in a while since there was little time before he had to work again, and he wouldn't see you again for months.

It was a simple kiss on your neck that made your skin crawl, and you almost cut yourself with the knife in fear.

He was now sitting at the island, the kitchen illuminated by the grayish sun of cold afternoons. You were cutting the fat from a calf with the precision of a butcher. Jimin had both hands covering his mouth, thoughtful.

"Mom asked about you. I told her you were at the lake." He murmured to cut the tension of that odd rejection.

"I was sleeping." You put the knife aside, looking for another piece of meat in the refrigerator. Almost four pounds on the table, but Jimin didn't want to engage in your weird fucking activities.

"I've already told her like twice that you've been sleeping, she'll think you're sick or something."

You did not answer.

"I'm fine, it's just the nightmares. I don't sleep at night."

"I know, I know." Jimin sighed.

He felt sorry about every time he found you curled up on the living room furniture, sweaty and breathing fast; you were sleeping but seemed forced.

"When we go to Joon's house in the summer, we'll look for a doctor."

Your head tensed, tilting. Then you denied it.

"Don't you want to see a doctor?"

"I'm not going to Namjoon's house this year." You huffed like it was obvious.

Jimin frowned, both hands falling to the cold marble in surprise.

"But this year I'm bringing my parents to meet you, Namjoon is getting married in July, I don't-" he snapped, but you shook your head again while still doing your mechanical cut and throw movement.

Jimin cleared his throat, and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

"What?" You responded innocently.

"You really don't want to see my mom?"

"Jimin, I'm getting tired of this."

"What are you going to do, take another nap?"

The blood from the meat on your hands began to drip down to your wrists, the metallic smell causing you a voracious appetite.

"You want wine with the grill?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

You sighed, counting to ten. Just a few more hours.

"You can invite her to the cabin, if that's what you want. God knows how much we need someone else in this place."

"I already told you we'll go in a week."

"Without consulting me."

"What should we talk about? We've been planning this for a year."

"I don't feel like going anymore."

"These days you don't feel like doing shit."

You chopped the carrots on the bloody board, the chopping making noises in the immense silence between the two of you.

"It's like you want me to leave." He spoke.

You stood up when you pressed the knife on the cutting board; the tip stuck into the wood.

That violence, pure and irrational force.

You looked at him with erratic eyes, Jimin didn't know if you were offended or not. Your hands clenched the counter, and your lips trembled trying to say something.

When you lowered your gaze, Jimin knew that your shoulders had not collapsed because of his tone, but because what he said was true.

"Oh my God, I'm right." A pained laugh. His body leaned back on the island that separated you two. "Is there anyone else?"

Silence.

Jimin's skin chilled when before turning to the meat again, barely visible, he saw a tiny smile lining your lips. Self-conscious and cruel.

Before he could think, the sweet husband's façade had broken and with long steps, he approached until he turned you over with his fists in that damn coat. You looked at him with wide eyes, and you wiped your mouth as if the fact that Jimin was going to kiss you disgusted you. The blood of the calf covers your lips.

You were cruel, and he wanted so much to love you, to hug you and hit that distant look on your features. To squeeze your cheeks and spit in your face so you get off that fucking cloud. That you wouldn't look at him with so much hate, with that thousand-yard stare. Take that fucking knife and put it near your beautiful neck and scream 'LOVE ME AGAIN, I FUCKING DESERVE IT'.

"You think this is a fucking game? I've been wanting things to go back to normal since October, but you," His nose wrinkled. "You have become nothing, you are just another object in this useless old cabin."

Your eyes seemed to get closer and closer to Jimin's, your pupils dilating.

"And even as an object I can't fuck you, you're useless." He let go of your coat and walked away, each word dying in his throat. He couldn't believe that he could talk to his wife like that, what kind of man was he?

Then, a single person came to his head.

"Are you seeing Ryan?"

Ryan was the one who sold the land to Jimin, every now and then he would pass by the road and stop to drink coffee and fish in the lake with Jimin. It's not that Ryan is an attractive man, nor a man who knew how to talk to women because he was a first-class hermit. He was not a man you would cause your marriage to fail with...

...Right?

"That's it. I'm going to sell the house."

"No." You were quick, your shoulders rose as if a puppeteer had lifted your strings, and you trembled again, denying.

"No, please."

"So it is because of Ryan?'

You inhaled all the air in the room, your eyes a predator.

"Ryan is a parasite in front of him, filth, a mere fly on the wall." You barked causing echoes to reverberate off the walls of your boyfriend's chest. Your trembling fingers covered your mouth instantly.

The knife in your hand, the fingers bloody from the fresh meat, that green coat that you didn't take off, the tangled hair. Jimin didn't recognize you, your sweetness had turned bitter; like a viscous liquid made from plants. Raw and strange.

"You're a fucking whore." His voice trembled, the sting of tears wanting to flow like shooting water.

He took his coat, with a whistle he called Pepper and they both went with a roar through the wide, dense forest.

The afternoon became denser in the forest, the leaves did not move and Pepper spent the entire way sniffing the trees, howling at the birds that passed by without squawking. Jimin put a hand in his coat, the other looking for some signal to call Hoseok, his mother, the damn police. Whoever.

He found his headphones in his jacket and placed them on top of his head, connecting them to his cell phone. He turned on the Bluetooth.

Connected.

"Come on, fuck." He mumbled until Hoseok's number started ringing in his ears. It rang once, twice, five times before he could hear anything.

"Seok, couldn't you last longer to answer the damn call?" The lake did not move, his boots made the wood of the dock squeak as he walked from one side to the other.

"No, I just need you to help me with something, I don't want Joon or my mom to worry, but I need you to find a doctor and come here...p-preferably someone with knowledge of mental problems."

Disconnected.

"Hello? Hoseok, hello." He repeated, turning on the Bluetooth again.

"No, it's just a little seasonal depression, but I don't want it to escalate into something worse."

Disconnected.

"Shit, fucking headphones." On impulse, he grabbed the device with the cell phone and threw it as hard as possible into the gray water.

And with the cell phone falling, he glimpsed the pale skin of a being on the other side of the lake, it didn't look like a bear or a deer. Pepper started barking, loud and fast.

"Quiet." Jimin tried not to alarm the creature emanating from the foliage, his dark eyes approaching the evening light.

Jimin stayed still until he saw how the creature's feet approached the tip of the other dock, his eyes narrowed to see his own reflection, blonde hair, and the same features. A being as tall and wide as a log, he was wearing a coat that Jimin had given up for lost months ago, but it was dirty and torn due to the size of the beast.

He was seeing a Behemoth in his own skin. A dim Jimin, a monster, an abomination of himself.

His feet began to move as the animal threw itself toward the water in his direction. Pepper stayed behind him, but he couldn't think of saving her. He was going to die.

He prayed it was a hallucination of his tired brain, a joke of his own mind. But he could hear the earth tremble with each approaching footstep.

Every tree looked the same, the path home had vanished and all he could do was scream for his mother, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Mom, please, help. Help." He screamed as his feet were grabbed, the wet earth choking on his whimpers.

"Help!" The creature screamed even louder, in the same voice but drowned.

Crawling wasn't worth it, the creature had grabbed him by his hair and flipped him over. Seeing his face, rough and full of scratches, caused an abominable pain in Jimin's chest; he wanted to vomit out his organs and die before continuing with this terrifying reality.

The last thing he remembers is his head crashing into a log, the guttural roar of his mammoth twin, and the green inferno engulfing his body as he falls to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, Jimin was in his room, his body tied to a couch in the corner. His mouth was muffled with a kitchen rag: the disgusting, metallic taste of the beef made him nauseous.

His eyes were guided to where your body was lying, you had the Prince t-shirt that Jimin had given you on. Your wet hair, the smell of coconut shampoo, the shower running in the other room, Pepper's howling in the distance. This was the first time you looked so angelic in a long time, so peaceful in your own dreams.

He couldn't move, his body felt heavy and slow. His fingers moved, his eyes too but it was as if it was a ghost of his body.

You sighed suddenly. With his hair standing on end, Jimin tried to call you but his voice didn't come out of his lips, a mere hoarse. Word dust.

Your body stood up unsteadily. You rolled your head to the entrance and smiled: there it was, on all fours, his mouth dirty with blood from the meat you had saved for him, those cupped pupils that you missed.

His body crawled closer until it reached your knees where he pressed his huge hand on one of your thighs, the wine bottle running down your body with each touch.

"Love," he roared until he climbed and transformed into a tower above you, nearly seven feet of pure dedication. You fed him daily with everything you had in the house. "My love."

That's what he called you. Jimin shook his head in the corner, his eyes threatening to close, his neck stretched out trying to reach you uselessly.

"Ah," his pale black tongue unrolled to reveal discolored pills at the tip.

You stuck out your tongue and let the creature's hands squeeze your neck so you would open wide, open better so his tongue would enter directly into your throat. The tickling in your esophagus from the movement of the wet muscle had your core tight.

When you stuck your tongue out, saliva connected both of your mouths, your eyes tilted; drunk and in love.

"More," he claimed, taking your small body in his hands until he had you anchored to his waist, both legs dangling. His fingers tore away what was covering your pussy, and Jimin could see the marks on your body, some yellowish about to fade, others a vivid red.

You lowered his sweat with the balls of your feet, his thick red cock throbbing at your entrance. Your body began to feel the effect of the sleeping pills, turning you into a nebula hanging from a warm mass.

When the tip entered you screamed into his chest, your nails scratching the flesh until it bled. The monster groaned in pain and knocked you to the ground causing the floor to shake with the weight of both of you.

You didn't have time to complain as his sharp teeth clamped down on your shoulder to keep you from moving as he took his cock all the way in, blood pouring from your shoulder.

The pain was such that you imagined how the inside of your organs was breaking, the bones creaking under his hands on your breasts, your voice becoming a thread until it was silent with each roar in your ear.

The watery, repetitive sound. The bulbous tip covered in juices went in and out so easily that the fabric covering your stomach seemed like it wanted to tear at any moment.

"Fuck, fuck, Minnie. Hurts good." It was like you were communicating with a caveman, but your brain didn't function properly when it came to him.

"Good, I like hurting you." Thick, dark blood ran down to his chin as his tongue smothered you again. Your eyes closing, your hands trapped in one of his. Your moans cover the dark heart of the beast with a soft layer until your limbs gave up, unconscious and so wet for them.

Little human trapped in his forest, an inferior being praising a God she does not understand out of pure lust. You were adorable, warm inside, you made him big and unstoppable and he thanked you by filling you with his cum every night after you fed him. That was your only request, every time.

Now he was named Minnie and you shouted his name every time he did something right. Learned words like more, hurt, inside, want, fuck.

And just because he molded himself into something you already had, you adored him.

His tongue came out to snake around one of your breasts, his wide, long thumb holding your mouth open. Your dead eyes casually open to see your tied husband, your head wobbling and arms hagging in the air with every pounding like a rag doll.

He couldn't bare it, you were being raped in front of his eyes, and he couldn't do anything else than stare at your unconscious body, like a fucking parasite, filth, a simple fly on the wall.

With a few steps, the creature approached Jimin, leaving your warm body on his lap. Your eyelids throbbed softly regardless of how the demon destroyed your pussy with every crash of his hips.

Your lips were wet with foreign blood, wet hair stuck to your temples, and open hands that fell to each side of the furniture.

You looked like the girl he had that morning when he showed you the cabin, like the one from the first night when you two made love on the living room rug, like the one that bathed naked in the lake even though someone could see her.

A nymph, just a beautiful wildflower.

And Jimin knew at that moment why that beast had you in his claws, why he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed you to wake up from your sweet dream.

When you looked up and saw your husband's face, Jimin knew that he had to give up, because that thousand-yard look was a path that was forbidden to him, that he did not know and could not learn.

You were no longer his but from the forest. A red and grotesque fairy, who moaned instead of singing and collected bones instead of flowers.

And yet you were more beautiful than ever.

You smiled at Jimin and your hands moved down his face to remove the dish towel and kiss him like you've never done before. The sulfuric smell of a dead animal on your soft lips was enchanting.

"Oh, God, yes." You whispered in your sleepy voice.

The Beast bruised your hips until pumping your pussy with cum, thick and gray.

You and Jimin looked at the growling monster, picking up pieces of the wooden floor with its long nails. They looked up, and exhaled deeply, snorting like an angry bull seeking respect.

Before you could say anything, he was gone. Leaving your bruised body between your tied husband's legs.

Your fingers brushed your face as you felt something damp: the tears in Jimin's eyes flowed like summer rain, thick and abundant.

"Tell your mom you'll find a better girl, okay?" Your lips trembled, trying to dry each drop from which another came out. Jimin nodded, bringing your forehead to his.

"Am I really not going to see you anymore?"

"Any time you want," you assured, your voice echoing a dozen times like whispers spreading across the room. A choir of hushed angels saying the same thing over and over again.

"Every time it rains, leave the door open, and I'll know you need me."

Your naked body turned to place Jimin's head on your chest, he sobbed himself to sleep, and you counted his eyelashes until it was time to leave.

With a kiss on his forehead, you let him sleep, when he woke up you were no longer there, the green coat was hanging in the back yard and the smell of your hair filled every corner, a floral ghost.

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goszixx · 8 months

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Your fault

Note: I have such a huge headache right now. Also this was not how the story was suppose to turn out so I might make another part 2… again. Though I found a new idea for Choso.

Warning: public, office sex, Gojo watching, grinding, masturbating, oral female receiving, jealous Gojo.

Ten years and you still haven’t noticed. Ten years and you haven’t noticed how his gaze lingers on you a little longer than anyone else. The way he waits patiently for you, following you around like a little dog everywhere you go. Maybe you haven’t noticed because his cocky attitude hides it all. If anyone were to make fun of the way he acted around you he’d brush it off and laugh. As if they were crazy, as if they were obsessed with the mere thought. Maybe that’s why.

You leaned back as your feet swung over his desk. Your hair was pinned up in a tight bun, legs wrapped by a pencil skirt. The tight button up you wore strangled your chest, the color matching the crystal glare trying its hardest not to stare. To Gojo, your words were muffled, his brain running circles on the fact your legs were so close.

Pretty and long, the skirt could only expose the knee and down but that was enough for him. Enough for him to picture them spread open, over his back as he-

“Satoru, can you listen to me for once?” You pursed with a raised brow. Gojo raised his hands in defense, his glasses falling slightly down the bridge of his nose. “My bad, and I listen all the time. This time I was distracted.”

“By?” You asked with an eye roll. Your best friend ignored the question and tried to continue the previous conversation.

The white haired man sighed as the hours ticked by slowly. You were back to your office, no doubt pinching your brows at someone’s sloppy penmanship. A co-worker peeked into Gojo’s office, his blonde hair falling down his forehead messily. “What’s up, Nanami? You look like you just woke up.” Gojo scoffed as he leaned forward.

The blonde cleared his throat and adjusted his locks, “Y/n… she let me take a nap since I’ve been here for the past 24 hours. She’s very kind. I was wondering if you knew any way I could repay her?”

Gojo’s eyes widened slightly at the question. Nanami has been working overtime like crazy so it’s not shocking that he’d fall asleep eventually. And it’s true, you are kind, so kind that you’ve even done some of Gojo’s work when stuff piles up on the holidays. However, the thought of you spending time in Nanami’s office, alone and comfortable, irked Gojo.

He knew he was the jealous type. Years of crushing on you and scowling at your ex-boyfriend’s have proved that. However, you haven’t dated in a while. Your entire approach to relationships changed after leaving college, making you treasure the sexual aspects. Gojo’s heard plenty of stories of your goofy one night stands, which also made his stomach flatten.

Another scoff left the man, “A simple thank you should be enough don’t you think? She’s a very busy person.”

Nanami quirked a brow at the response with a frown, “I suppose. I thought you’d be the best person to ask since you are the closest to her. But I guess I was wrong.”

The statement made Gojo freeze. He was stuck long enough for Nanami to calmly leave. Once the coworker left, Satoru fell to his chair. His hand gripped the edge of his desk, his nails digging into the material. Jealousy, heaping amounts of it scorned across his skin.

“Fuck.” The white-haired man cursed before resting his forehead down. It pressed against his desk, smudging as he closed his eyes. His anger could correlate to the fact it’s now late, the sunlight beamed behind him and people began to leave.

Eyelids heavy, Gojo decided to give into sleep. He folded his arms and adjusted himself in his chair before falling asleep.

A loud bang caused the white-haired man to jerk up. His locks loomed messily as his eyes felt like gummies. His vision was hazy but slowly fixed itself as he took notice of the things around him. His office… a groan left the man when he realized.

Stars reflected from the large windows behind him. They shined throughout the room, providing enough light for Gojo to turn on his lamp. When the man stood up, he stretched his arms into the air with a yawn. His eyes traveled to circumspect the area before landing on what caused the noise. Apparently one of his decorations fell.

It was supposed to be on the top shelf, on the wall that connects his office with yours. The bang from before echoed in his mind, making Gojo become worried. Maybe something happened to you? Maybe you fell or…

Gojo tip toed to your office; he tried to make the least amount of noise possible. He didn’t want to invade your privacy, but for some reason he felt that he needed to check on you.

Light glowed from beneath the wooden door. A window was engraved in the middle but it was blurred for privacy reasons. However, Gojo came to notice that the door was slightly cracked open.

Curiosity got the better of the man, making him wrap his fingers around the edge of the door. He pulled it open slightly, just enough so he could see what was going on inside. His eyes widened when he heard a faint whimper.

“Thank you…” Nanami sighed softly, his head laid back as he tried to spread his legs wider. The blonde’s eyes were covered by his spotted tie. The edges of the cloth lingered behind his head, the sides covered by escaping blond strands.

Gojo’s eyes flickered to you, your legs swinging off your own desk. At Least that’s what he thought your position was. When Nanami suddenly jerked, that didn’t prove to be true. The top of your heel pressed flat against the bulge in the worker’s pants. The blonde squirmed slightly, his nails digging into the armrest of your office chair.

“Come on Nanami, how am I suppose to know what you want if you don’t tell me?” You purred. More pressure added to the blonde’s covered erection.

You leaned forward, taking your hand and sliding your index finger under his chin. Coaxing him closer, you press a slow kiss on his lips. Gojo watched as Nanami melted against you, his voice muffled. When you let go, both him and Gojo were more attentive than ever.

An emptiness swelled in Gojo’s chest, all his heat seeming to travel down. The white-haired man shuddered as his grip on the door tightened. Nanami slumped back into his seat with a sigh. He looked messed up, completely out of it.

Yellow light from the lamp made the red on his cheeks glow more. Nanami’s tongue peeked from his lips to taste the small traces left of you. “I want to thank you, Miss. Do whatever you want to me.”

A little scoff left your lips, “Then shouldn’t you be touching me, Nanami?” You bent forward to grab one of his hands and placed it on your chest. Gojo’s eyes widened further, he was unable to look away no matter how much his lower half throbbed.

Your shirt was open, one of your boobs were being fondled by Nanami while the other was covered by your blue laced bra. The blonde let out heavy pants as you continued to grind your heel against his burning erection. But, Nanami didn’t complain, he only tried his hardest to keep up with you. To impress you, to thank you. You threw your head back, small bits of your tied locks becoming loose. Seeing Nanami manhandle your chest, seeing the blonde bite his lips as he struggles to not come undone. Gojo couldn’t stop himself from palming his erection.

The feather touches on his bulge had him hissing. The white haired man looked up to the cameras. A red light next to the camera glowed, meaning the devices were turned off.

“Are you just going to sit there hard?” Your voice cut through, making Gojo jump a bit. He swore you were talking to him but your eyes were still on Nanami. Twitching, Nanami shook his head. Your foot left his crotch as the blonde's hands fidgeted around his zipper. “W-what do you need Miss?”

What a loser, Gojo thought— not that he was much better. The best friend also found himself fumbling with his pants. A sigh leaving his lips when his erection came free. Gojo thought he was crazy for what he was about to do, but how could he not? You were half naked, legs spread, hair messy and shirt off. You looked gorgeous. It was almost unfair.

“Pleasure yourself, if you do I’ll let you eat me out. Can you do that for me, Nanami?” You purred, your fingers tracing his sharp jaw. The blonde gave a firm nod as he fell to his knees. Gojo’s knees buckled as his hands gripped the edge of the door harder. The white haired man was close to panting, his chest tight.

His hand shakily grabbed his erection, his pale fingers wrapping around the girth. “Fuck.” He hissed in a whisper from the warm contact. His thumb slid over his slit, collecting the beads of precum that gathered on the edge. Gojo gave himself a long stroke, biting his lips as blush spread across his cheeks.

“There you go, how does that feel?” Your voice came through again and Gojo swore he was going to lose it. Nanami’s face was shoved in your cunt as his tongue eagerly worked inside you. Your eyes trailed down to his hand that stroked himself slowly. It rubbed his precum up and down his shaft at a painstaking pace.

Teeth dug into Gojo’s lips as he tried to not cum immediately. His body was hot, sweat sticking to his button up shirt. Slacks piled by his legs as his boxers struggled to stay up. His own index finger traced the veins of his cock, his mind picturing how you’d stroke him. “It feels good, so good.” Gojo whispered, his brows furrowed.

Nanami’s tongue rubbed circles around your clit before probing between your lower lips. He devoured you, felt your gummy walls around his tongue. He was so lucky, “I want to do that to you…” Gojo trailed off. His hazy vision focused on the way you tugged on Nanami’s hair.

“M-Miss I-I want you to cum on my face please?” Nanami begged. The blonde’s face left your legs. His eyes were heavy, glossed in lust as his hand kept pumping his length. “I’m going to cum soon Miss, I want you to as well.”

Gojo could see your arousal dripping from his chin, making a surge of precum drip down his own tip. Jealousy swelled in his chest and his cock. You smiled and spread your legs a little wider, “Be my guest. I didn’t realize how much of a slut you were Nanami.”

The blonde’s eyes glowed when looking at your sloppy pussy. “Only for you, Miss.” The blonde hurried himself inside you, this time more eager than ever. His lips surrounded your clit, sucking the nerves with passion. Gojo’s mouth watered at the thought. His face between your legs, his tongue fucking you. “Faster Nanami, I’m close.”

Both Gojo and Nanami picked up their pace. Gojo pumped his cock while his hands and legs shook from pleasure. Nanami’s erection trembled as your thighs squeezed around his head. Muffled thank you’s vibrated your cunt as you came on the blonde’s tongue. Nanami’s chest was coated in white while Gojo’s pants became stained.

The blonde lapped up any leftover fluid, he wanted more, so much more. Gojo struggled to not hit the floor as he pulled up his pants and boxers.

You let out a whimsical chuckle, “What good boys.”

Extra note: (Spoiler for the manga) trust my man’s alive.

#fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #goszixx #anime #anime smut #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x you #smut #nanami kento #nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo saturo #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut

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pumpkin-pi-e · 1 year

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You Take Me By The Heart When You Call Me Your Man

Aizawa/gn!reader

A/N: I just had the cutest thought. Hi, yes, I'm here to share the cuteness.

Synopsis: You call Aizawa your husband, and he undergoes a heart attack.

Aizawa is a certified zombie as he shuffles outside his office. He braves a perilous hallway while avoiding wayward cat toys strewn along the floor. Shouta side-steps his responsible fur babies who refuse to nap in the expensive beds he wasted his money on, all in search of that sweet, sweet, life-saving bean juice.

The first time you say it, his legs give out, and he dramatically clutches his chest like a heart attack.

Stoicism doesn't mean he can't be dramatic. Aizawa can be quite the drama king when it suits him. Spending too much time around Hizashi is a curse, not a blessing.

As Shouta's life hangs in the balance, coffee becomes an afterthought.

Sure, you've done adorable things before. Doing cute things is in your DNA. It's only natural for you to express your feelings in adorable ways.

But this? This? This takes the cake.

Curious cats check on their downed father, who sunk to his knees, but it's too late. He's too far gone for saving. He's already accepted his death—died and gone to heaven because you called him your husband.

Kitten, how could you play into his domestic kink like this? You know how weak he gets.

When you rush over to help him (thinking he had an honest-to-God heart attack), You find yourself pulled down by the very hand that reached out to him, and soon you're face-to-face with a blushing Aizawa begging for your lips.

Kitten, please, please, kiss him. Aizawa doesn't think there’s ever been a time when he needed you as badly as he does now.

He all but shoves his forehead against you, still desperately seeking your permission. The hero’s breathing is strangely labored as he takes your hands, interlocking your fingers together. “Kitten, kiss me.” You hear him swallow just before he pushes his head against you a little more. “Please.” His eyes flutter closed. “Please.”

Of course, he asks for you to repeat it. Again. And again, and again—until you’re breathless from all the kisses Shouta takes from you.

The second time, you were on one of your rare dates (hauling Aizawa around a mall and buying whatever he happens to glance at as compensation.) Shouta tugged your sleeve, pointing to a cupcake vendor. You'd initially sighed. Figures. Him and his sweet tooth. Of course, that would be the first thing he'd want. Godless--hasn't even had lunch yet. Shouta’s eyes widen a fraction as you request two vanilla cupcakes for your husband. There’s no outward reaction besides his blushed skin and the sudden kiss he gives you afterward.

You use your newfound ability as a bargaining piece. It proved rather handy in persuading a tall, rugged, and handsome ‘someone’ to take a break from working.

You can tell he's overworked just by looking at him. His hands are constantly pressed against his temple, kneading a headache in slow, methodical circles as he grades the paper in front of him. Twice in the minute you've been standing in his doorway, you’ve seen him rub his eyes and reach for a bottle of eye drops beside him - no doubt used to keep them functioning despite the strain he’s putting them under. You shift your weight, wishing he'd be more kind to himself.

“Shou?” you ask softly, hoping it would be enough to get his attention.

“Mm?” is all he says, not looking up. You can't help but let out a sigh.

“I'm ordering lunch. Can I get you anything?”

“I should be fine until dinner. Thank you for the offer, though.”

See--that would be fine if breakfast weren't ten hours ago, and dinner in another five. Aizawa is a morning bird—a creature of habit. Breakfast is waiting for you by eight, and dinner is reheated for him at precisely eleven pm. Shouta scoops you into his chest at twelve next morn, and time repeats itself the day after.

And quite frankly, you don't think it's very healthy. It isn't sustainable.

He can't keep going like this.

If his body doesn't break down, you will.

You can't watch him neglect himself like this—you won't.

“When was the last time you ate?”

Shouta copies your sigh. “Kitten-”

“When?”

“...This morning.”

At least his pen has stopped moving. Perhaps it's your imagination, but he sounds timid—guilty even.

“Uh, huh. My love, could you humor me again and remind me when precisely that was? How many hours ago?”

You can hear his wince as he mutters, “Ten?”

You hum, nodding along to his answer. “And don't you think that's a bit long to go without even a snack? A jelly pouch, maybe?”

Aizawa stretches, rubbing the back of his neck to ease the tension beneath his skin. When he finally looks up at you through his glasses, his ebony tresses are swept loosely into a bun—a practical style meant for convenience rather than fashion.

“The number sounds worse than it is. I'm fine, kitten. Honest.”

You tap nervously against the wooden door frame. “And... How would you feel if it were me who went ten hours without eating?”

The statement flies right over his head; Aizawa narrows his eyes, suddenly concerned. “When was the last time you ate?”

You blink, surprised. "Shouta, this is about you..."

“Please.”

His tone is enough to pause you mid-sentence. Looking him over, you see that his pen is clenched between tight fists, and there’s a new crease in his forehead from furrowed brows.

His protective attitude is a comforting reminder that someone cares for you, and it's hard to criticize the hypocrisy considering how much he looks out for you. But he doesn't practice what he preaches. It's nice to know someone gives a damn whether or not you're looking after yourself, but why can't he show himself the same level of compassion?

“I had some fruit earlier.” You're quick to offer a response, not wanting to worry him needlessly. Lord knows he has enough to worry himself over. “I bought grapes earlier this week--they're pretty sweet; you should try some.”

“Grapes? Are you sure that's enough?” Shouta questions, skeptical.

Heaven’s above.

“Yes, prince. I'm sure, considering I'm about to have lunch. And you, sir, are going to join me.”

His ears flush at the pet name, and the hero finds himself regretting the ‘convenience bun.’

“Kitten, I'm sorry--but I really have to-”

“It would be nice to share a meal with my husband.”

His breath hitched; a blush gradually suffused his cheeks.

“He's always so busy lately, but I miss curling up on the couch with him.”

Aizawa can't take his eyes off you. He looked seconds away from pulling you into him. “I-”

“I miss movie nights; I miss his cute smile--his smell, his laughter...” You giggle, reminiscing—his heart thumps at the sound. “His sense of humor...”

“Where did you want to order from? I'll pay.”

You say the magic word, and suddenly Aizawa is bringing you gifts on his way home. He may not talk much during conversations (he’d much prefer to let you do all the talking so he can hear your voice), but Aizawa listens to all the breathless gushings whenever you're raving at him about an advertisement that caught your eye.

You call him your husband, and he's taking you out to dinner the next second. Suddenly, he's treating you to everything he can think of. Shouta Aizawa isn't fond of outings, but you breathe those perfect words, and the erasure hero asks if you'd like to go out anywhere.

Okay, but I could see Aizawa being super apprehensive about proposals. He isn't romantic in the traditional sense. Gifts aren't teased; they aren't surprises at the end of a trail of roses. Although, they’re more common than those who bought into the scare tactics would believe. His hair would flicker like black fire—a void of tentacles licking the surrounding air (lashing like the tail of a furious cat). The sash of his capture weapon haloed his shoulders like a loaded gun, a rattlesnake coiled to strike (an ominous warning), bluffing he was something bigger and scarier than he was.

Aizawa is a cat through and through—hidden underneath his thunderous demeanor was a sleeping kitten, waiting for someone to come and pet him. Granted, he tended to fluff up and hiss more than he should.

Gifts from Aizawa aren't what most would consider 'gifts.' They pop up like daises in a meadow—randomly but expected. Late morning (Aizawa presumably with his first-period class), coffee greets you in the microwave with his name scrawled in warm cocoa, extra cream, and just a hint of caramel (always a little too sweet).

Can I—can I rant for a second? His gifts are practical. He always knows just what you need. In the summer, it's a nice bowl of ice cream to beat the heat. When it gets cold, he's got extra gloves ready and waiting. And, of course, food is never in short supply when he's around! It seems like every day he's hauling in groceries, essentials like bread, eggs, and milk (plus the sweets he’d try and hide around all the celery and carrots strategically placed in the bag).

“Just in case.” He’d say, answering your concerns.

When you question the hard candies and chocolate cake, he’d shrug. “You never know when you might need it.”

Or, the more familiar, “Low blood sugar.”

“You do not have low blood sugar.”

“How would you know?” He always says, a spoonful of ice cream poised in his hand, ready to pop into your mouth. And then you can’t help but giggle, “I have your medical records, you dolt.” Playful shoves follow, and it just keeps going—endless jokes, teasing, and laughter. When it all dies down, your mouth opens to accept the outstretched spoon, and you’re hit in the tastebuds with a delicious blend of mint chocolate.

Shouta Aizawa had a romantic streak that was undeniable. He scaled buildings to watch the sun bleed on the horizon, and he'd collect fish from the fishmonger, taking it upon himself to feed the unofficially adopted strays in town from his bare hands. In antique shops, he followed in the seniors' footsteps – silently agreeing to buy whatever they pointed to, no questions asked. And if those seniors needed help carrying their bags? Shouta was there, happy to lend a hand. His flair for romance might have been understated, but it was still alive and well nonetheless.

Aizawa, romantic? Absolutely. He just expresses it a little differently. Aizawa's unique brand of romance is one that many don't understand.

Yes, he's all for snuggling and sharing kisses. Yes, he's all too happy to offer you a fresh cup of coffee in the morning (and spend the time silently snuggling until the afternoon), but Shouta isn't known for his spontaneity outside of getting the jump on his foes. His sharp intellect has afforded him many victories, but at the moment, his mind is conspiring his defeat as he can't. stop. thinking. By now, you're aware of his romantic deficiency and have accepted his lack of tact (hopefully).

It should be the gesture itself that counts, right? The indication that you're the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. However, he's heard of proposals being rejected because they weren't grand enough--romantic enough. Present Mic did a whole segment on the topic during his last broadcast, and Shouta had caught it pretty early.

And this bred his newest fear--what if you reject him?

Shouta’s never been the best at conversation; what if he doesn't do the right thing? What if he gets choked up because his uncomfortable suit is suffocating and itchy?

What if you're wearing that outfit, and his tongue gets tangled in knots?

"I am a very romantic person. I don't mean romantic in a flowers and chocolates kind of way. It's more like if it's raining, I'll go up to the window and press my nose against the glass and sigh at how beautiful it all looks." (Amy Winehouse, The Irish Times, December 2006)

Shouta: I'm getting married.

You: That's good--

Shouta: You. I'm getting married to you; *slaps a marriage form on the table* sign these papers.

#aizawa fluff #aizawa x reader #happy valentine’s by the way

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astrronomemes · 7 months

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PERCY JACKSON AND THE LAST OLYMPIAN: STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2009 Rick Riordan novel, Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian. change & alter as needed.

"He's trying to be nice to me, which is almost worse."

"So, hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?"

"So I guess you guys have to go save the world now."

"You can't count on friends. They will always let you down."

"They don't show you stuff like that in The Little Mermaid."

"He's a pretty nice guy, but you should always keep one hand on your wallet when he's around, and do not, under any circumstances, give him access to shaving cream unless you want to find your sleeping bag full of it."

"If I die, I die. I can't worry about that, right?"

"Are you still having bad dreams? Headaches?"

"I should never have told you about that."

"You run away from things when you're scared."

"You could honor [name]'s memory by fighting with us."

"You can't prevent a prophecy."

"[Name], at least be safe. Promise me you'll be safe."

"If you ever need a warm place to sit and a home-cooked meal, you are welcome to visit."

"You are a good hero, [full name]. Not too proud. I like that. But you have much to learn."

"They don't serve very good enchiladas in the wilderness."

"As I recall, in the old times we almost died a lot."

"Excuse me, but if you're going to kill me, could you just get on with it?"

"With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later."

"You'll do well, [name]. Just remember your strengths, and beware your weaknesses."

"My family hates me. They don't want me. I ran away."

"I tell you what, [name] — you're pretty fierce. We could use a fighter like you."

"Knives are only for the bravest and quickest fighters. They don't have the reach or power of a sword, but they're easy to conceal and they can find weak spots in your enemy's armor. It takes a clever warrior to use a knife. I have a feeling you're pretty clever."

"You're part of our family now. And I promise I won't let anything hurt you."

"Can we go back to the battle now? I want to do laser mode again. That was fun."

"You should've saved him when you had the chance. You're the only one who could have."

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?!"

"[Name], this is serious! You are not going to loot a candy store in the middle of a war!"

"Just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you. ...I mean, because we need you for the battle."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed, kid? Or are you just extra stupid?"

"Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?"

"Didn't I kill you already?"

"You're cute when you're worried. Your eyebrows get all scrunched together."

"You are not going to die while I owe you a favor."

"You would have done the same for me."

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later."

"Oh, demons aren't so bad. You just have to keep them well-fed."

"Your courage does you credit, [full name]."

"The children of the gods must find their own way."

"So it was for my own good? Growing up on the streets, fending for myself, fighting monsters?"

"If I know anything, I know that you must walk your own path, even though it tears my heart."

"I'll bonk him on the head harder next time."

"I don't want him to hurt you anymore."

"And you'll understand if I keep hoping there's a chance you're wrong."

"I didn't know you could fly a helicopter."

"Everybody keeps telling me to sleep. I don't need sleep."

"You know what would help this boy? Farming. Six months behind a plow. Excellent character-building."

"On second thought, I'll be inside."

"That's what I do. I help my friends."

"He promised I was saving lives. Fewer people would get hurt."

"Well... sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror."

"You and me, that wasn't part of it. Our fates aren't intertwined. I think you've always known that, deep down."

"Is it too late to join the party?"

"Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?"

"I hope that was a monster I just killed."

"I survive all those battles, and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock?!"

"You were like a brother to me, [name]. But I didn't love you."

"I hope... I hope you know I'm really proud to be your friend."

"No hero is above fear, [name]. And you have risen above every hero."

"Nobody's planning to kill us so far."

"Make us a city for the ages."

"It's just... I've got a lot of life left to live. I'd hate to peak in my sophomore year."

"[Full name], I have had my doubts about you, but perhaps... perhaps I was mistaken."

"[Full name], you might just teach us a thing or two."

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #dialogue prompts #dialogue memes #dialogue starters #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence memes #sentence prompts #sentence starters

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bbangsuns · 11 months

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i made a promise to the moon | c.o

requested by anon: "if you are still doing requests, could I request a Carlos x Reader where the reader is stressed or anxious about events at work and Carlos comforts them and helps them relax?"

pairing: carlos oliveira x gn!reader

warnings: none i think?? the reader is just really on edge because of work. fluff, angst if you squint, carlos being the nation's best boyfriend.

authors note: this is gonna be kinda short and really bad i'm sorry </3 writers block has been beating my ass and this was the best i could come up with. i might rewrite this in the future.

taglist: @hydrngea @eaudenana

to say you were stressed was an understatement. lately, work has been piling on top of you like crazy, with meetings and mission reports coming left and right. it certainly didn't help that your boss was an asshole who didn't see the point in giving anyone a break, not even on weekends.

as you sat hunched over your desk at home, you don't hear Carlos come into the room, only noticing when he placed his hands on your shoulders. you tense for a moment before relaxing upon realizing it's Carlos and sigh, leaning into his touch as you close your eyes.

"i didn't hear you get home" you mumbled, exhaustion written all over you.

he just rubbed your shoulders and hummed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, letting his lips linger.

"you've been here all day, sweetheart. have you even eaten anything or taken a break?" he asked, turning your chair around to look at your face, frowning as he saw how burnt out you were.

you shook your head, giving him a sheepish smile as you played with your fingers.

"uh, no. i kinda lost track of time, but i really need to finish these reports i can't afford to waste time, Carlos." you told him, closing your eyes as you feel a headache starting to form once more as you thought about all the paperwork you still had to do.

he grumbled in response and shut your laptop, pulling you up by your arms and gave you a disapproving look. you made a move to sit back down at your desk but he just picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, walking out to the kitchen.

"Carlos, baby, please let me finish my work. I'll eat later" you begged, your stomach growling loudly as soon as you finished speaking. he laughed at the sound and at the pout on your face and shook his head, sitting you down at the kitchen table.

"no can do, darlin'. you're gonna eat, we're gonna take a bath, and then go to sleep. your brain needs to reset." he told you firmly, but his face was full of worry and it made you feel guilty, so you nodded and relaxed in the chair.

with how late it was, Carlos settled on making you a sandwich and serving it with some chips and water. your mouth started watering at the sight of the food and you eagerly took a bite as he set it down in front of you. you ate in silence for a few minutes before speaking.

"thank you, mi amor. i didn't realize how hungry i actually was." you said quietly, squeezing his hand in appreciation. if it weren't for Carlos, you don't think you would've eaten anything until every last piece of paperwork was finished and you were running on fumes.

he smiled and kissed your head, moving his lips down to your cheek where he pressed another soft kiss.

"can't have my girl passing out on me, can i?" he joked, though it was a serious concern he's been having for the last few weeks.

you snort and finish your food, standing up and placing your plate in the sink. you walk back over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

"now about that nap..." you trailed off, looking at him with a sheepish grin. he scoffed at you but the smile on his face showed the relief he felt that you were actually willing to listen to him.

"let's go, sweetheart. been dyin' to have you all to myself this entire day" he said gruffly, picking you up and taking you to your shared bedroom where he helped you strip out of your daytime clothes and into your pajamas, which consisted of Carlos's shirt and your underwear.

he laid you down and climbed in next to you after changing his own clothes, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pulling you to lay almost completely on top of him. you sighed in content as he ran his fingers up and down your spine, relaxing against him as your eyes were already starting to feel heavy with sleep. before you drifted off, you lifted your head to peck his lips softly before laying back down.

"goodnight, i love you." you mumbled before falling asleep almost immediately after, the tension and stress washing away from your features.

he smiled and kissed the top of your head once more before closing his own eyes and falling asleep, lulled by your body heat and soft breathing, happy he was able to help you relax after such a shitty day.

#( aria’s version 🕸️)#resident evil 3 remake #resident evil #resident evil fic #resident evil imagine #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira imagine #resident evil 3 #resident evil fanfic #resident evil imagines

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faofinn · 8 months

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24. "I'm so sorry" (Alt 5)

Harrison hadn't long been home from uni. He loved it, he really did but he missed Steve too. He loved coming home for the holidays, especially Christmas. They always made a big deal about it, making up for the years they'd missed. As much as Harrison tried to help Steve cook, it was usually for the best he didn't.

Steve picked him up a week before Christmas, and Harrison was grateful for the rest before the celebration. It gave him a chance to recover from the late nights and no long days, a chance to shake the illness that had been threatening to overwhelm him.

He crashed as soon as he got in, unusual for him, but Steve had expected it. The texts over the week had complained about the tsunami of exams that threatened to drown him. He looked exhausted, too, so Steve offered to take some food up for him later. He left it on the bedside table Harrison all wrapped up and fast asleep in his duvet.

It was early afternoon when Harrison emerged, stumbling downstairs in his pyjamas and oversized hoodie Steve glanced up from his book, frowning at the state of him. He looked terrible, pale, and tired, even after his nap.

"Morning. How are you feeling?"

Harrison gave him a smile. "Morning. I don't feel great." He admitted.

"You don't look great." Steve said softly. "Headache? Feeling sick? Pain?"

He settled on the sofa, snuggling up. "My stomach hurts and I feel sick, I thought it was just the stress from exams."

Steve made a soft noise. 'Oh, bless you. Want some meds?"

Harrison nodded. "Yes,please."

"Ill be a minute. "Steve said to him, standing to go to the kitchen. "Anything else you want?"

"No thanks." He called to his dad over the rummaging in the kitchen.

Steve wasn't long, returning with medication and a glass of juice. "Here."

"Thank you." He said, gratefully taking them. "Hopefully helps."

"Yeah, hopefully it does. Steve smiled. "We've got the tree to decorate."

"Yeah. Can't wait."

“I was thinking after we’ve decorated the tree we can put on a shitty Christmas film?”

Harrison stretched out with a whine. "Uh, yeah. Sure."

“Hopefully those meds kick in soon.”

"I hope so. I feel shit."

Steve settled on the sofa with him, wrapping an arm around him gently. “It’s good to have you back.”

He leaned into him. "I'm glad to be home."

“The house is always quiet without you.”

"You're being a right sap, Steve." He laughed softly, the furthest thing from mad.

“Piss off, I’m allowed to be a sap.”

"Mm. I don't mind."

“Good, because I’m not stopping.”

Harrison gave a quiet hum in response. As much as he played the part of the grumpy young adult, he loved when Steve showed affection, when he got to make up for family life he'd missed out on. He was quite content just leaning against Steve, enjoying the contact from his dad.

Steve turned to press a kiss to the top of his head. “Proud of you.”

He found himself choked up. "You are?"

“Of course I am.”

"You shouldn't be."

“Why not?”

"Because."

“Don’t be daft.”

"I'm not. I just do daft shit, you know that."

“I’m proud of you because I’m your Dad.”

He smiled. "I'm glad you're my dad."

“Me too.” He said. “Feeling any better?”

"Not really. But I want to get the tree done."

“Do you want to try?”

"Yeah."

Steve stood, offering Harrison his hands to help him up. “Let’s do it, then.”

He took his hands, grinning. "Let's do it."

Steve put some Christmas music on the speaker, filling the living room with old, nostalgic music. Christmas was difficult for him, since he’d lost the kids, but Harrison helped him infinitely. He could give him the memories he’d not had as a kid, what he deserved.

Harrison managed to ignore the pain while they decorated, and, for a while, it worked. He loved Christmases with Steve, and as much as he knew Santa wasn't real, it still felt magical.

Of course, he knew Steve struggled with big events, but he'd been working on it for a little while. They talked about his kids, his late wife, it wasn’t something that Harrison wasn't aware of. It was bittersweet at times, and he knew the only reason he had a family was because Steve had lost his. He disappeared to his room, returning with a few delicate glass baubles.

"Steve?"

Steve looked up from where he was knelt on the floor, trying to program the lights. “Yeah?”

Harrison hesitated, suddenly aware of how he'd probably overstepped and Steve was going to hate him. He took a breath before kneeling by him, hands outstretched. "I got these, for Jon and Amy and Bella."

Steve stopped, looking up at his son. “Oh, Hars.” He breathed, suddenly choked up. “Thank you.”

He held them out for Steve to take. "Here."

“Let me get up, I don’t want to break them.” He said, getting to his feet before he took them from him. “They’re beautiful.”

"I was terrified they'd break on the way home." He admitted.

“They look okay.”

"I'm glad."

“Here, help me put them on the tree.”

"Are you sure?"

“Of course I’m sure.”

Harrison found himself choked up again, and he gave Steve a watery smile. "Thank you."

“I’d hug you but I don’t want to break them. There’s a spot here? Seem good?”

Harrison nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He carefully helped Steve hang them on the tree before turning to hug him.

"I wish I could have met them."

Steve held him tight. “I wish you could have too. They’d love you.”

"They would?" His voice wavered. "I'd have loved proper siblings."

“They would. Bella would’ve been head over heels, too.”

Harrison sniffed. "I'm sorry."

“No, don’t apologise. Are you feeling any better?”

He hesitated, not wanting to admit that he still felt like shit. "A bit."

“You still feel all feverish.” Steve murmured. “Are you sure?”

So much for that. "No."

He frowned. “Let’s sit, then. You don’t look great. Pain still bad?”

He nodded. "And I feel sick."

“Shivery and feverish too?”

"It's just a bug."

“That’s a yes, then.” Steve said, steering him to the sofa. “Where’s the pain?”

"Stomach." He admitted.

“All over?”

"The bottom."

Steve sighed. “Think we should probably get you checked out.”

"I don't want to, can't we just stay here?"

“I know, but I think it’s best.”

"Please? I'll say if I feel worse."

“Sooner we go, sooner we can come back.”

"I've ruined Christmas."

“You’ve not ruined anything.”

"I have." He already felt so miserable, so the tears were quick to fall. "I have."

“You’ve not, it’s okay.” Steve soothed, pulling him in for a hug.

Harrison broke, curling into Steve's side. Sure, he was an adult now, but he felt so rubbish that he could have been a child again. The pain really was bad, and each sob only made it worse. The paracetamol hadn't touched it, the juice he'd taken with it only added to the nausea, and it was almost too late when he realised. He shoved Steve away from him, struggling to his feet and rushing to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees, head in the toilet as he vomited.

Steve sighed as Harrison was sick, though it stopped his initial confusion as to why he’d pulled away so quickly, He followed him into the bathroom, kneeling next to him. “Bless you. That’s it, get it up, you’ll feel better for it.”

After a few more episodes of vomiting, he rocked back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned against Steve’s side, closing his eyes and taking a moment to try and catch his breath. The pain seemed to have shifted too, with all the vomiting, and he somehow felt even worse.

"I think I need to go to hospital."

Steve rubbed his back again, holding him close. “I think so too. You stay here, I’ll grab you a few bits, and then we can go.”

"I'm so sorry for ruining everything."

“You’ve not ruined anything.” Steve reassured. “Are you okay for a couple of minutes whilst I go and sort some bits?”

"Yeah." He nodded. "But don't be too long?"

“I won’t be.” He said gently. “We’ll get you sorted out, and no need to apologise. Nothing is ruined. You’ve made my Christmas with those ornaments.”

Harrison whined as he moved, a hand across his stomach. "Thank you."

#sicktember 2023 #26. “I'm so sorry”#alt prompt #alt prompt 5 #whump writing #whump prompt #oc #fic #harrison cunningham #steve cunningham #appendicitis #Christmas #mentions of child loss #mentions of death #harrison is so insecure bless him #but also just such a sweetheart #vomiting #pain #fever

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happilychaengs · 2 years

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Jihyo - Look My Way [repost]

came from the vault really not my proudest writing

"Hey bartender, give me-give me another one!" you slurred as you turned the glass in your hands. The memory still vivid in your head, you downed another shot to drown it out and winced.

The potent alcohol burned your throat but it was soon numb from the five other shots you had finished. As you saw the bartender place another half full glass down, you reached your hand over to get it, but all that was met was the warmth of someone else's hand.

"Don't pour him any more. He'll be leaving soon." you heard a feminine voice say.

"W-what? Don't stop pouring!" you shouted at the bartender. "Listen lady, who... who are you to stop me?" you tried to argue. You looked up to try and see who this lady was and maybe you were too drunk to recognize her but you couldn't think of who it could be. Nobody should've been looking for you this late at night.

"I'm your best friend but you probably don't know that right now being how stupid and drunk you are, but that doesn't matter. We're leaving." she said as she dragged your arm. "Wait!" You wiggled around in hopes of putting up a fight but soon you gave up realizing just how weak you felt as of then.

As you were seated into what you could recognize as a car, you heard the door close on the other side and the engine ignite.

"Jihyo?" you mumbled trying to rack your brain of every person you knew.

"Glad you could figure out who I was." she replied in a snarky tone.

As the car moved, there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. The only sounds interrupting it was the engine revving and the airy breaths coming from you and her. Stopping at a red light, Jihyo looked at you and sighed.

You probably just got dumped... again for the nth time. She had hoped it was the last but obviously it didn't come true. She has always been there to comfort and take care of you.

Always thinking of the what ifs and what could be if she just confessed to you, its been taking a toll on her. She never could find the right time. She hid her feelings, hoping she could forget about them but she never could.

Jihyo has been in love with you as long as she could remember but you were blind to that fact. The way you make her heart flutter without even doing anything, your eyes that she adores gazing at, your stupid jokes that she always laughs at. She always wished that you were hers and she was yours.

You were constantly in and out of relationships but you weren't the one to blame. All the girls you've been involved with have hurt you in more ways than she could count. She wanted to take it all away.

Interrupting her thoughts, you pointed out to her, "Um... Jihyo, it's a green light."

"Oh! Sorry. I was just thinking." she said as she started to face forward again and drove.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?~" you asked playfully with liquor still in your system. "Nothing Y/N. Just take a nap and I'll wake you up when we get there." she replied clearly annoyed. She didn't want to talk to you while you were dead drunk.

"Whatever-you say..." you hiccupped as you already started closing your eyes.

You felt a small nudge on your shoulders causing you to stir from your sleep. Your drowsy eyes opened slowly trying to adjust to the darkness outside.

"Wake up, you drunk idiot."

"Don't need to be so mean~" you slurred.

"Whatever. Just get up." You felt her wrap your arms around her shoulder and pushed you up. You leaned into her warm embrace and started limping to the door.

Turning the knob, Jihyo helped keep you upright as you almost fell over climbing the steps. Reaching the couch, she set you down and quickly went into a different room.

She soon came back with a bucket in hand and a blanket in the other. "You can just crash here. If there's anything wrong just scream or something."

"Yes ma'am..." you murmured as you laid down to shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep once more before waking up with a hell of a headache.

"Ow..." you whined as you rubbed your temples. "What the hell did I do last night?"

You heard footsteps near you as you spoke, "You drank too much like an idiot." Your best friend said as she handed you painkillers and set down a glass of water. "Should help your hangover."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." she nodded.

"Do you remember why you were out drinking?" Jihyo asked. She didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

You took the painkillers before taking a deep breath in. "Um... me and G/N broke up. She said that she didn't love me anymore." You said as you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers.

A small chuckle escaped your lips as you continued, "I should've seen the signs. She was distancing herself from me and I could see it in her eyes that she wasn't 100% there anymore. I guess I was too in love with her to accept it."

Silence followed, interrupted with a sigh, "It's not your fault, you know. Love is not always perfect but you do have me if you want to talk about it." You could sense the genuine smile Jihyo gave you. That million dollar smile that had made the whole world fall for her.

While you were on the topic, you wondered who Jihyo loved to be able to give you such advice. Whenever on an interview she was always asked if she was in a relationship and her response would always simply be that she was waiting for a certain someone. You never did ask her about it, but you were curious who it was. The person must've been a famous idol or something to have Jihyo wait around for them.

"I know I can be a handful but thank you, for always being there for me." you admitted.

"I wouldn't be your best friend if I left you to deal with all this by yourself, would I?" she questioned, putting her hands on her hips.

You chuckled, "No, I guess not."

"Let's do something to take your mind off of things. Do you mind going out right now? There's a café that just opened up and we can also hang out with the girls after since we have the day off."

"Sure, I haven't seen them in a while. It would be great to catch up as well."

The drive was surprisingly short as you saw the café she was talking about being pretty hidden away. Probably so there would be no paparazzi or anything of the sort interrupting you two.

"Go find a table. I'll order for you." Jihyo said as you two entered.

You gave a quick nod and went to look for a table nearby. You settled on the one in the corner decorated with a few flowers scattered around.

After hanging your coat on the chair and making yourself comfortable, you saw Jihyo make her way towards you with two cups in hand.

"Here, just how you like it."

"Thanks Ji." you said as you took the drink and took a quick sip.

You asked as Jihyo took a seat, "So what's been going on with your life? Interested in anyone right now? I know I'm not."

"Well, there is this one person that has caught my eye." She replied while putting her cup down.

"Ooh, do tell."

"They're really nice, or at least that's what I think of them. It's just they're always finding the wrong people. In my opinion, none of them treat them right. I just hope they decide to look my way for once."

"Wow, you sound like a lovesick teenager." You remarked and it got you a hit on the shoulder.

"I shouldn't have told you anything!" Jihyo gave a small pout.

You let out a small laugh, "I'm just joking. Whoever they are, they're really lucky and dumb. Anyone would kill for you to fall for them, even me honestly."

Jihyo's cheeks turned a bright pink and she looked down at her feet and whispered under her breath, "You're the one I fell for, idiot"

"What was that?"

Jihyo quickly got her thoughts together and looked back up at you, "Nothing!"

"Okay... so how are you and the girls? I heard there was a comeback soon."

"Yeah, I'm excited for Once to see it!"

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"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!"

"Kiss Y/N!"

"WHAT?"

When the girls arrived after you and Jihyo returned, they had the bright idea of playing party games. The obvious one being Truth or Dare but you didn't expect them to start off with these kinds of dares. You had a very visible blush on your face as Sana snaked her way to you.

"Hey Y/N~ is this seat taken?" she asked in a singsong voice as she sat down on top of you.

You took a big gulp and looked around, silently asking for help. You saw all the girls giggling except one. Jihyo. Her eyes were filled with fury and you could see her fists clenching. Were you doing something wrong?

"Don't worry Y/N. Just think of it as a favor." Sana whispered into your ear noticing your discomfort.

"What? How is this a favor?"

"You'll find out eventually." She said as she cupped your face between her hands and leaned in. You closed your eyes in anticipation and you felt something on your lips but it wasn't Sana's lips meeting yours. She had put her thumbs on top of your lips and kissed those instead. She leaned back and looked at you, giggling - seeing your cherry red cheeks.

Sana got back up and walked away swaying her hips.

"Your lips are something else, Y/N~" she teased as she glanced at Jihyo, almost gauging for a reaction.

A few seconds later, Nayeon cleared her throat and continued with a blush on her face, "That was interesting...to say the least. Now it's your turn Jihyo! Truth or Dare?"

Jihyo seemed to calm down and responded, "Um... truth."

"Do you like Y/N?"

"...Yeah? Of course I do, she's/he's a great friend. I've known her/him for a long time."

"No Jihyo, I meant romantically. Do you like Y/N romantically?" she chuckled.

You glanced over to Jihyo and you could see the distress in her eyes. "W-what? Can I get a different question?"

"Nope! You have to answer this!"

The silence seemed almost unbearable. Jihyo eyes were darting left to right as she looked around and from the knowing looks the girls had, they weren't going to let this go anytime soon. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. I do like Y/N. Happy?"

Nayeon clapped her hands together excitedly, "Very! So Y/N, what do you think?"

"..."

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" She waved her hand in front of your face.

"... Sorry," you got up and walked to the door, "I need to take a breather."

As you closed the door behind you, Jihyo was disheartened. She sighed and closed her eyes, "Why did you do that? Look what happened! They probably hate me now!"

"No they doesn't! You also could've lied but you didn't! At this point, you wanted them to know and we just helped you out." Dahyun pointed out.

"But-"

"No excuses, you have to talk to them right now!" exclaimed Nayeon as she pushed her to the door.

"Y/N?" Jihyo called out to you in a whisper as she saw you sat down on the doorstep. It was almost as if she was too scared that you would disappear from her sight if she made one wrong move.

You barely moved. You were out there, sitting in the cold, looking out at nothing. You were lost in your own thoughts. The only sentences that came out of your mouth was, "It was me? You've been waiting for me this entire time?"

She walked closer to you and took a seat down next to you, mumbling a quick "yes" and looking to you for an answer. She could see the wheels turning in your head as you turned right to look at her.

"How long?"

"3 years..."

"3 years...?" you repeated to finally get that number across your mind. "Wow..."

Your shoulders rose as you took another deep breath. You always had a nervous habit of fidgeting with your hands and it was clearly showing.

"You've always had so many better choices. You're surrounded by so many celebrities and idols but you waited for me. Why? I have nothing they do and I have nothing special about me. I'm a plain nobody that no one wants to keep around."

"Don't say that... You're way better than any person I could've chosen. You've been with me since even before my career as an idol. You've been my biggest supporter and friend since day one and I can't thank you enough for that. Somewhere along the way, I just fell in love with you. Everything you do and said always seemed to bring a smile on my face no matter how I was feeling."

She took a hold of your hands in hers, "I really do mean what I said in the café. None of your past girlfriends have treated you right, but I can. If you give me a chance."

"..."

"Y/N?" She murmured. Did she go too far?

You pulled away, "... I need a bit of time Ji. Just to think about this and get over G/N. When I'm ready I'll face you again. Please just give me a bit of space for now."

"I understand. Take as much time as you need." She whispered as she got up. Even if you weren't looking at her, you could tell her eyes were tearing up. You heard the door close behind you and you let out one final sigh.

"What a week..."

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A little over two weeks have passed and you still have been thinking about that incident in the back of your mind. You tried pouring yourself into more work but it just never really goes away. The only way you could do is facing Jihyo but it's just been so awkward for you to even think about talking to her.

You didn't know how you felt towards her. There was something there but what were you going to say? All these thoughts were pushing you past the edge. You couldn't handle it anymore. You stopped caring and picked up your phone, dialing in Jihyo's number. The answer was almost instantaneous.

"Y/N? What's up?"

"Are you busy? We need to talk."

You could hear her rattling through her keys as you heard Nayeon yell something inaudible in the background, probably words of encouragement.

"Yeah, I'm not busy at all. Where do you want to meet?

"How about the cafe we went to last time?

"Okay, I'll be there in ten."

"Okay." You hung up.

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"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" Jihyo asked as she sat down.

"You already know I want to talk about us."

Her tone shifted, "What about us?" she replied nervously.

"The part where you confessed and I'm confused as hell about what to do." You said clearly frustrated. "Getting over G/N wasn't the hard part... It was you Ji."

"W-what do you mean?"

"There's something there I feel towards you but I just don't know what it is. I can't say I feel the same as you but I also can't say I don't."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm willing to take a chance. I want to try this between us." You pointed between the two of you. "I just want to take it slow, if you're okay with that."

Jihyo had a look of surprise on her face and she quickly asked, "You're not joking right?"

"No, why?"

She shot up and went to give you a big hug, catching you by surprise. "Y/N L/N, I am so deeply in love with you." She gave a quick peck on your cheek. "I don't care how long it takes for you to feel the same way about me."

Your cheeks turned a shade of red. "Calm down Ji, there's still people around..."

She slowly backed away and chuckled, "Sorry... I got a bit too excited." She sat back down and looked into your eyes. "So does that mean we're a couple now?

"I guess it does." You replied.

Jihyo reached over and took ahold of your hands. "I love you Y/N."

You squeezed her hands a bit, "I hope I'll be able to say the same."

Jihyo let out a small smile. Finally, you looked her way and she couldn't be happier.

#park jihyo #jihyo #twice jihyo #twice imagines #twice fic #twice fluff #jihyo x reader #girl group imagines #gg imagines #park jihyo x reader

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plushii-gutz · 1 year

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Part 10 aaaAAAA this one's for Furnoss Enjoyers

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"Attmoz! There you are!"

Scaratar hurried down the slope of the island, stopping in her garden. She helped pull the ice block the remaining distance to shore, even giving Attmoz a quick lift up to solid land.

"Where the heck have you been? Syncopite and I have been watching the kids all day! I'm exhausted!"

"I know, I'm sorry, we lost track of time," Attmoz apologized. He felt awful both physically and now mentally, knowing how much of a responsibility he put onto Scaratar. "Could you help me get Glaishur into bed? He isn't feeling good."

The poison monster looked past her cousin, noticing Glaishur still shaking off a hangover.

"What happened to him? Is he ok?"

"Look, that doesn't matter. He's fine, I just want to get him to bed."

After a bit more questioning with no answers, the two carried the cold monster up onto the top of the island.

Syncopite had been left alone with the group of little monsters, most of which were playing and enjoying the warm day. All but Galvana, who was sitting with Syncopite near the castle. They didn't really want to play due to both injury and mindset, their damaged arm being rather painful today. Syncopite had attempted to encourage the electric monster to go play a few times. The results were clear. They just didn't want to. The sight of Attmoz, however, caused them to jolt up almost immediately and dart his way. Attmoz was back! And Glaishur, too!

"Sparky- wait- no, not now -"

Galvana climbed the air monster like a damn mountain, holding onto either of his horns and sitting on his shoulders.

"You little parasite!"

Galvana simply giggled, finally feeling safe once more.

"Ok, just keep quiet. We can't let Furnoss know we were gone, ok?"

Sparky nodded. The group carefully inched inside, making sure the fire monster was nowhere to be seen before going any further. Furnoss had plenty of time to spare for himself, something he wasn't typically used to. Initially he had planned to go outside with the rest, but Syncopite insisted that it would be better to lay back and rest. So now, Furnoss sat awkwardly at the table, lost in thought. Scaratar motioned for the rest to follow, quietly entering Glaishurs room and swiftly closing the door. The sound caused Furnoss to rise, aiming to check what happened.

"Hey!" Scaratar poked her head from the room, "How's the free time going? Good? Ok, bye!"

"Hey- hey!" Furnoss held the door before it closed, "Are Attmoz and Glaishur awake now? You checked on them a bit ago and said they were just asleep, but it's getting a little late."

Attmoz walked out of the room, taking his cousin out as well and Galvana still holding onto his hair.

"Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that 'Noss. Glaishur's not feeling too great, probably just a headache or something."

"Oh? Has the bandages over his eye been changed yet? If they get too dirty, it could cause him to get sick -"

"It's been taken care of," Attmoz assured the fire monster, "How about you just enjoy a bit of time to yourself, yeah? I need to catch a few more Z's."

"More? You've been asleep all morning!"

"Yes."

Furnoss could tell he was sure of his answer. He simply nodded, going off to find something to fill his time. Scaratar crossed her arms.

"You're welcome!"

"Yeah, thanks, I'm going the fuck to bed."

Galvana tugged on the air monsters hair, reminding him that they were there.

"Ugh, Galvana, can you go play with Torrt or something? Airhead needs a nap."

They responded with a small "nmph!", tugging on his hair once again. The air monster could only sigh, now having to drag the little monster with him. He plucked them off like a tick, setting them on the floor of his room as he rolled under the blanket.

"You can stay for a bit. Just keep quiet, ok?"

Seemed good enough. The little monster wandered around the room, occasionally poking at a few things they probably shouldn't. Attmoz opened his eye to the sound of his air guitar being fiddled with.

"Drop it," he ordered, not having to look up. A small thunk responded. Again, he buried his head into the pillow. Soon, he heard chewing.

"You better not be getting into my treats! I worked hard on those!"

Another clunk

"Furnoss doesn't trust no-one with that oven. You know this!"

The pink monster rolled over. Galvana was barely an inch from his face. He jumped up with a frightened "agh!" Tumbling off his bed.

Attmoz jumped up, grabbed Galvana, and walked into the hallway. He dropped them, turning to leave before being stopped by cries.

"For the love of all that is good, 'Vana, just go play! Loodvigg is locked up! Furnoss can watch over you if you need! Just let me sleep!"

Galvana held onto Attmoz's finger, trying not to lose him. They were visibly scared already, and the idea of being separated clearly made it worse. Attmoz softened his look, kneeling down.

"Do you think Furnoss isn't going to keep you safe?"

He didn't get much of a response, but the silence said everything he needed to know.

"Well.. I can't blame you for that. You know, I won't always be around. I promised to watch over you - and I will! But you have to understand that I need to care for myself, too."

Attmoz released himself from Galvanas grasp, pushing them back.

"Try and get to know Syncopite a bit more. They're really cool. He wouldn't let nothing hurt you the same way I wouldn't."

The door closed. The tiny monster turned to leave, noticing Furnoss nearby. But to them, Furnoss was not someone to turn to. Furnoss never answered their cries. Even when their life depended on it. They left for outside, the fire monster watching their slow steps.

He decided then and there that he wanted to go outside. He wanted to repair what had been broken. It wouldn't be easy, but Furnoss wanted that ability to be a part of their lives again. Or, well, a bigger part. With this new courage, the fire monster began the long process - starting outside.

Scaratar was under the shade of the castle with Galvana, napping off hours of work. Furnoss immediately felt guilt. Having someone so young have such a job dropped onto them. He wanted to get Attmoz or Glaishur, but it was clear that neither were available right now. Instead, he decided to see if Syncopite needed any help.

"Aren't you supposed to be having the day off?"

"It's my day off, I choose what I want to do. Besides, I doubt you'd be able to handle them all on your own."

The crystal monster didn't seem to appreciate the comment much, but they didn't mind the extra help. All he really had to do was watch and make sure no one fell or started fighting. Despite the joyful laughter and play, there was an awkward silence between the two. Blasoom approached them, offering a flower they had grown to each.

"Oh, how sweet. Thank you, Blasoom!" Furnoss smiled, looking over the petals. It glimmered with a brilliant pink in the sun's light, a few droplets of water still drying. Perhaps they and Scaratar had tended the garden recently? Syncopite rested the flower on his head, keeping eyes on the rest.

"What exactly are they playing? Seems like tag, but just.. chasing?"

"No clue, but it keeps 'em entertained. Sometimes, they drag me into the game as well, and I gotta act like I know what I'm doing."

"That must be fun."

"You know, even without understanding the rules, it's still fun." Syncopite looked up to Furnoss, "spending time with the rest. Watching their personalities grow, watching them grow."

"I would assume so," the older monsters sighed, "and you best believe I regret not spending that time with them. I've been with these monsters my whole life, and I barely know them. They barely know me. Always so busy."

"Well," the crystal monster continued, "You have time now."

"Yeah, after more cooking."

"Why don't you just let Attmoz and I take over? I know you don't trust us with anything fire related, but if you give us a chance, you'll see!"

Furnoss debated this.

"I think it's less the oven and more the 'making-you-do-a-lot-of-work' thing."

"I don't mind one bit. You deserve this opportunity - even if it's only once, ok?"

More debating. Soon, he agreed. Syncopite hopped up, running into the castle. Furnoss rose from his spot, inching over to the group of kids. They sort of stared at his sudden appearance, but it wasn't long until they accepted him into the game.

The afternoon is filled with playing, learning about each of their abilities and tricks more closely and just general together time. Furnoss even got to see Hornacle and Torrts collections of stones that washed up into Blasoom and Scaratar's garden. Torrt even offered him a stone as red as the embers within the fire monsters core. He cupped the stone in his hands, thanking Torrt for the gift.

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"It hurts.." Glaishur whimpered. He initially had been woken up to help out Attmoz and Syncopite with preparing lunch, only to be taken aside to have his bandages changed out.

"I know," Attmoz sighed, "But we can't just let 'em get filthy. I already told Furnoss I'd take care of it. Just.. try not to mess with the wound."

Removing the final layers of wrapping revealed a vile sight. The eye that had been injured was horrid, an ink black orb that barely resembled an eye to begin with. Whatever impact the table had made must have been direct, considering the damage. The skin around Glaishurs eyelids had been torn too, though nowhere near as bad. Still, the air monster worried of infection.

"I'm.. gunna guess ya can't see out of that at all, can you?"

Glaishur shook his head no, asking softly if it was bad.

"It looks.. ahem, so about the cleaning part-"

"I ain't letting no one do that!"

"Frosty, cmon, it'll be fine. It'll only sting a bit."

Attmoz raised a damp towel, only for his hand to get smacked down.

"Ay, be nice."

He raised his hand closer to the wound. Another smack.

"I'm gunna send you into orbit."

Glaishur finally backed down, allowing his friend to proceed. It burned like all hell. He occasionally flinched uncomfortably, and no amount of apologies from Attmoz would heal it faster. It took a bit longer than expected, but soon enough, the wound was once again patched with bandages.

"It's gunna be a bit more uncomfortable this time, but you'll get used to it eventually."

The purple monster mumbled to himself about the annoying texture. Syncopite checked over Attmoz's work to make sure everything was cleaned and put on correctly before returning to the oven.

"Ya need any help with that, Synco?"

"I got it. I've used it way more than Furnoss will ever know, but that'll be just between the three of us."

"Aight, aight. I feel kinda bad for dipping on you and Bug back there."

"Oh yeah," Syncopite turned, "You never told me about that! The hell was that all about?"

"I'd assume you'd know - remember how we were told of other islands?"

The three teenagers fell into a long, detailed conversation over the night before. They spoke of the monsters they met, the music they heard, everything. Soon enough, their job was finished, setting the table.

"Furnoss!" Attmoz yelled, "Could you bring the kids?"

Furnoss looked up from the game they had created to the call. How odd it felt. Scaratar and Galvana were already heading inside, one clearly more excited than the other.

"Coming!"

#msm #my singing monsters #fallen stars msm #fanfiction #fallen stars

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kykyonthemoon · 4 months

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Don’t wake the Scribe!

This is an old piece that I wrote for Alhaitham’s birthday last year, but haven’t posted on Tumblr yet.

Summary: There’s a new unwritten rule at the Akademiya that both Lumine and Paimon have no idea of: Don’t wake the Scribe while he’s asleep.

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Almost everyone at the Akademiya recently learned of a new unwritten rule: Don't wake the Scribes while he's asleep.

After taking on the position of Acting Grand Sage, the rush of work had given Alhaitham less time to sleep. He spent more time at the Akademiya than at home. During the rare time he was off, scholars often caught him falling asleep somewhere in the grounds of House of Daena, with one or several books by his side, of course.

Once, a scholar woke him just to warn him that it was going to rain. But the next day, no one saw the scholar at House of Daena anymore. It was rumored that because of his wrongdoing with the Scribe, who was aslo the Acting Grand Sage, so he was demoted and sent away. However, there was another theory that he failed Alhaitham's surprise test, then fled out of House of Daena weeping, vowing not to return until he could outwit the Acting Grand Sage.

As a consequence, after that incident, no one dared disturb Alhaitham's sleep anymore.

But the Traveler had no idea. Lumine and Paimon happened to learn from Kaveh that it was Alhaitham's birthday. It wasn't much of a coincidence, actually, as Kaveh blocked their way, pleading with them to pull Alhaitham home or his preparations for a surprise party would be ruined. Paimon, because of her desire for good food, decided to take a trip to the Akademiya.

"Look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap over there?"

Paimon's words echoed around the room. Lumine had to put her hand over her mouth to gesture to her friend.

"Shhh. Paimon, you're being so loud!"

"What? I'm not..." Paimon denied. "Obviously I speak very quietly!"

The scholars let Lumine and Paimon into Alhaitham's private study. He wasn't in the room but was sitting outside, one fist on his temple, the other holding a book, fingers clamped on the unfinished page. Paimon flew over to observe and said:

"Hey, Alhaitham is really sleeping! But I'm not going to wake him! What if he asks me tough questions or forces me to read..."

As soon as she said that, Alhaitham's arm reached out and grabbed the edge of Paimon's robe.

"Ouch!"

Paimon screamed, unable to fly away despite her wriggling. Alhaitham blinked to open his drowsy eyelids. He said:

"Too late, Paimon. I've heard you two since you first entered the room."

"Oh, Traveler! Come and save me!"

It was amusing to see Paimon furiously scream out for rescue, but also a touch heartbreaking. Lumine then went on to save the day:

"My apologies, Alhaitham! We happened to be passing by here, intending to say hello to you for a bit, then wish you a happy birthday."

Alhaitham abruptly let go. Paimon, so unprepared, lost speed and flew towards the Traveler. Fortunately, Lumine caught her before they both plummeted to the ground.

"Since you're both here," said Alhaitham, "How about a read with me?"

Paimon, still stunned, answered immediately:

"Nope! I won't read books! Lumine, you don't want to read either, do you?"

Paimon's eyes seemed to be begging Lumine to get her out of here. Lumine shook her head:

"No... Erm... I'm not feeling like reading today..."

"If that's the case, help me with organizing the documents then."

With that said, Alhaitham stood up and walked inside. Lumine and Paimon followed obediently. Organizing stuff should be less of a headache than reading a book, anyway.

But they were wrong. In Alhaitham's office, there are countless unclassified papers and books. He only gave vague instructions that they had helped him with this kind of work once before, they could easily do it again. After about five minutes, Paimon was already scratching her head.

"Paimon gives up! Why does he keep making us do these things! We're supposed to be eating well at the party— Oops!"

As fast as a lightning bolt, Lumine moved quickly over to quiet Paimon. That surprise party was a secret. But Alhaitham had heard it all.

"Is that housemate of mine making trouble again?" He inquired, with his gaze still not leaving the stack of papers on his desk.

"Well... Lumine! You tell him!"

Prodded by Paimon, Lumine spoke up:

"Kaveh is throwing a party... He requested us to accompany you back home."

"I'm not a party person myself."

Paimon was immediately irritated when she heard that:

"That party is for you! How many delicacies you are going to miss!"

In a bored tone, Alhaitham said:

"That Kaveh said it's a party. But it's really just an excuse to open my good bottles of wine."

"There's good wine too?"

Paimon's face was filled with hunger. Lumine sighed and shook her head. She stated:

"In any case, it is Kaveh's good intention. Other friends will come to congratulate you as well. You should also return home. I've heard that you've only been at the Akademiya lately."

Alhaitham pondered for a moment and then replied:

"Hmm. If you two help me sort through this mound of documents and books, maybe we'll be back in time for that party."

Paimon and Lumine exchanged nods. Although they did not want to do anything, just by thinking about the upcoming party, they became more enthusiastic than ever. Occasionally, Paimon was tapped on the head by Alhaitham for making his study more messy. Lumine then had to comfort her companion by naming the delicacies that they would enjoy later that day.

Eventually, when the sun fell behind the top of the mountain, their work was temporarily settled. Paimon feared she could not fly longer and complained about being hungry the whole way back home. But when they saw Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari, and even Nilou with Dehya waiting for them outside, all their tiredness seemed to fade away. Even Alhaitham, who always said he disliked partying, smirked slightly as everyone around him shouted in unison:

"Happy Birthday to you, Alhaitham!"

The momentary smile on Alhaitham's lips vanished. He said:

"There’s no need to be so formal. If you are all gathered here, let's go inside for a meal."

Paimon was the first to shout for joy. The group then followed one another into the house. Lumine nudged Alhaitham's arm lightly, saying:

"Celebrating a birthday at home is still preferable to being alone at the Akademiya, isn't it?"

Alhaitham nodded slightly, this time, he gave a bigger smile.

"Thanks to all of you. Especially you, Traveler."

-The end-

#genshin impact #fanfiction #fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #alhaitham #lumine #paimon #genshin impact traveler #traveler #genshin birthdays #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin impact lumine

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elshells · 11 months

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Happy STS! I hope you've had a good week! What pokemon would each of your characters have? Is it what people would expect them to have?

Happy STS!! The week has been pretty swell! Just got an official summer job so we're sitting pretty there <3

This is the PERFECT question for me. I just started a replay of Soul Silver a couple weeks ago (my first Pokemon game!), so I've had Pokemon in my brain lately. It's only natural that my WIPs should intersect! So here's what I've got!!

I decided most of these based on vibes, and some characters were harder to decide than others. Let me know if you were surprised by any of these!

Sophia - Lucario

I've come to the realization that Lucario is the perfect partner for Sophia! He would accompany her on her cases, and they would be sparring buddies in their downtime. And with its ability to sense other's auras, Lucario would be able to not only read the moves of their opponents, but it would know by reading Sophia's thoughts when she was in a dark place, and then encourage her to take care of herself.

I do also get the feeling that she would be a Dragon-Type trainer, or at least she would be drawn to powerful Pokemon who hit their opponents hard.

Honorable Mentions: Ampharos, Flygon, Braviary, Kaputops

Janus - Zorua & Gengar

Zorua and Janus would definitely be friends, if nothing else. As a shy, lonely punk kid, he would love the cute shapeshifter fox, and probably even see a lot of himself reflected in the little guy. As an adult, I'm sure he'd still be fond of Zorua, but I can't deny that he absolutely radiates big-time Gengar energy. Change my mind, I dare you!

He'd love Dark-Types and Ghost-Types best, and end up getting way too invested in the game. Everyone from Team Rocket to Youngster Joey is going down!

Honorable Mentions: Houndoom, Banette, Sneasel, Pancham

Harley - Gible

I have so many feelings about this one. Harley would absolutely dote on her Gible, feeding it tons of treats and giving it pets after every battle. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that she needs a baby land shark in her life. They'd be such good friends, plus just imagine them down the line! Harley and Garchomp? Badass. Immaculate. Utter perfection. My skin is clear and my depression is cured.

It's also worth mentioning that part of my decision to choose Gible was that I always thought Harley behaved like Lilo as a kid, and Gible reminds me of Stitch!!

Overall, I think she would be a bit of a wildcard trainer. She was the toughest to match by far, but I've listed my favorite selections down below!

Honorable Mentions: Riolu, Volcarona, Arcanine, Heracross, Aerodactyl

Jade - Buneary & Dragonite

Buneary pretty much represents how Jade is as a person, so in that way I feel like she and the lil' bunny would be kindred spirits. However, Dragonite would be her partner Pokemon, which may surprise people, but hear me out! They would be best buds, and I love the idea of Jade being a shockingly powerful trainer. She looks so sweet and unassuming, until she sweeps the floor with a literal dragon. No big deal 💅🏻

Besides, once you picture them flying above the city and napping together in a sunny field, you will never be the same. I know I still can't get over the cute.

She adores the cute baby Pokemon, and she probably has a pack of Eevees that have all imprinted on her like ducklings. She would be the type of person who would collect every Eeveelution and form a kickass battle squad.

Honorable Mentions: Phanpy, Milotic, Cubchoo, Aurorus, Altaria

Max - Psyduck

When trying to imagine what Pokemon Max would have, Psyduck came to mind immediately. They are one and the same—both plagued by constant headaches (both literal and metaphorical), and both possessing a hidden power that they unleash in times of distress! They understand each other, and so they have each other's backs. It's just Max and his derpy duck against the world.

I think Max would probably have the most Psychic-Types and Fairy-Types. He likes the company of a bunch of strange little guys <3

Honorable Mentions: Togetic, Breloom, Goomy, Abra, Phantump

#Agent Ace and Pokemon???#THIS is my Multiverse of Madness #thank you for the ask! <3 #storyteller saturday #pokemon #wip: agent ace #oc: sophia colbo #oc: janus #oc: harley manalis #oc: jade de soto #oc: max ahn #ella's writing

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meera000 · 1 year

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Crazy smells lately

day 1

Obviously i appreciate and cherish all of my senses equally but i feel like i overlook smell the most. i think for me it's a three-way first-place tie between sight touch and sound, and then smell and taste are a two-way second-place tie. if i had to rank them that is — i've been faced with that question a maximum of two times. that being said, the first time i got covid i was like if i lose my taste and/or smell i will kms. didn't happen thank god.

anyway. committed voluntary overstimulation by going into le labo this morning. now i am back in the hotel room and i smell like their paris exclusive vanille 44 perfume and it's giving me a headache. this is just like the time last spring when i put on my usual fragrance before going out — margiela replica by the fireplace … need to try something new i fear — and it gave me such a fucking horrid headache that i had to go to bed early. i like perfume just fine. sometimes it is totally too much though. and, like, i want to understand le labo, because everyone who is cool likes it, but i must have tested out like 10 of their perfumes (8 on paper, 2 on my skin) and i did not like a single one. the only way i can describe how i feel about it was that everything smelled wrong. too strong in an industrial way. i can't come up with a better word. i walked out feeling like i was covered in soot.

and like i'm not even trying to be contrarian here!! i tried so hard to like it! it just didn't do it for me.

tomorrow i am going to go to dover street parfums market. surprisingly i have never tried out any of the cdg perfumes, ironic bc it's my favorite. looking at the brand list on the site rn. little nervous but we will see how it goes.

a couple of my friends work at the aesop downtown which is near where i work, and i should probably go visit them. but i am worried that i just won't understand again. at least i will get a discount.

day 2

hit dover street parfums market. layout was crazy imo. it was like a very clean maze. i left overstimulated … surprise !

i don't have much to say. everything looked cool but i was overwhelmed. lowkey i blacked out. i have only a couple of formulated thoughts which i will share next.

guys i think there is something wrong with me … i didn't love any of the cdg perfumes either. i did like concrete the most, and cdg2 knocked me out in a bad way, but i was just like oh my god for most of it. i don't know what's going on!! i tried out the replica perfumes they had and those were the only ones i actually liked. have i been conditioned by maison margiela to only like their fragrances?! am i going through a phase??? is it ok to not enjoy perfume?!

ugh i need to get into perfume more because i have no idea what i'm talking about. i need to be able to recognize what smells i like-- in the winter i like to be warm and in the summer i like to be fresh, but i need to learn to pinpoint specific smells. hopefully i just smell good naturally too but my biggest fear, more than rejection and being forgotten, is smelling bad and i feel that i have to wear perfume to feel some sort of control!!

now i'm all like, why does it even matter if i don't like any of these dsm perfumes? obvi i want to signal to people that i know what i'm doing -- i am a bitch who loves fashion and has a coherent style whatever, and also a deep love of external validation even tho i am also confident in myself. so it shouldn't bother me if i don't fuck with a cdg perfume because regardless i still have my shit together. i can't let the perfume wear me just because of its brand! and yet here i am like nooo what's wrong with me. i need to take a nap

dspm

#mine

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sunsage · 1 year

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♬☾▶

Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about…

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

He doesn't particularly care about music, he likes it just fine. Overall he prefers classical music and something lo-fi. Ballads also work if they're chill enough. Anything that is too loud gives him a headache.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.)

He sleeps... a lot, for someone who doesn't really need it. Probably more than would be healthy for him if he still had to care about his health. Even though he doesn't really have time to take long naps (as in, several months/years long) lately, he still sometimes conks out for a couple days when his mental health takes a dip.

As for what puts him to sleep, being pet on his head makes him instantly sleepy. Not that anyone knows it.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.).

He was unofficially educated by Patriarch Puti, who taught him how to read, write and also, you know, be immortal in an illegal way and transform into 72 different forms. Amongst other things.

#nobully #i still find it funny that this guy saw an impulsive monkey with anger issues and thought 'i am going to make him super strong #and immortal #and give him a reason to hate heaven. that would be really funny i think'#@(^headcanons^)@

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truckreincarnation · 3 months

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Game-Breaking Bug | Manami | 5.5

Ahaha… she figured some people might take issue with her idea, but it still stung to hear Harriet of all people shoot her down so decisively.

“B, but it wouldn’t! This- this ritual was the escalation! The sole, singular purpose the fifteen of you were summoned for was for half of you to die and be thrown out, and the other half conscripted into an army of super-powered soldiers to destroy my king, and the place I call home!”

“This was ALWAYS going to end with a dead king, and everyone else on the world map damn well knew that. Why do you think they’ve been so quick to leverage it for their own ends? And I mean, everyone hated Calum. It’s kind of surprising he lived as long as he did…”

“A treasonous group of powerful rebel Incarnates is far more dangerous, and far more useful to them, than a known agent of the country Calamity was already at war with. But if you insist, I… hehe, oh, I’m sure he’d be happy to see me back there so soon, I, I could make it there in double time…! Nobody could stop me, I could!!”

Manami snaps her fingers, and her erratic jittering becomes supernaturally fast. She flits around the group in a way that, combined with her visual glitches, is almost headache-inducing to keep up with. She actually does take off like she’s seriously thinking about bailing mid-discussion, but Germain gives her pause.

“Well, you’re right about killing the nobles! That is a big part of our plan, after all. Nobody who would continue the old regime can be permitted the chance to do so. Gotta strike while the iron is hot, you know? And we have all of the irons in the fire. All of them!”

“This war will end. The capital is as good as ours. Whether we conquer it or tear it to the ground… Anything we can do is better than those bastards deserve, tormenting us Incarnates all this time… Ahhh, maybe it’s not too late to kill a couple of them personally…?”

Manami cups a cheek to her hand, clearly also getting lost in thought for a moment.

“Really, getting to return from the Abyss from whence they came isn’t anywhere near as bad as what they’ve been doing to us. And to their own people! No rotting corpses, no mess to clean up… just oblivion. Like taking a little nap. They won’t even know anything hit them.”

Her little reverie continues for a moment, daydreaming about Unfathomable Violence, before Germain’s next line of questioning snaps her out of it.

“B-but!! Yes! I have been completely upfront about the North being a safe place for both Bound and Incarnates, and that hasn't changed! I won’t force you to go there, but I do really really recommend it, at least while this all blows over. You’ll be welcome there. I swear it on my (work in progress) Demon King doujin series!”

On her- you know what, nevermind, that tracks.

“Last Haven… what a stupid name for that place. Seriously, that’s where Calum and like, all the dukes live. It’s more like ‘First Target!` Makes it really really icky that he’s using all those civilians as human shields! Yuck! I sure hope you trust that friend of yours to use some discretion when it comes to who they’re saving. I’d hate to have to hunt down more Summoners personally!”

“So, Germantlers, tee-bee-aich…? I can fly faster than you can personally mobilize, and I know exactly where I’m headed, and I could send all of the little letter birdies out on some inane deliveries… well, assuming they’re even functional anymore, because, wow, this address is no longer in use, lol! ... Ahem. All that to say… Right now, I’m in a position where my king’s plan to destroy Last Haven is about to go off without a hitch. It doesn’t really make any sense for me to be negotiating with you right now. It’s really not my problem if the shattered pieces of Calamity end up in a power grab instead of united under my king’s decisive rule.”

“I personally think doing this my way is gonna stop things way sooner, it's just… well, ooooone last little big boom of casualties and then no more fighting! Yay!”

“Seriously, nobody wins if this ends in a shattered power grab split between like, four other countries! The people everyone seems to care sooo much about protecting are gonna be caught in the middle of something even worse. We plan for peace once the war with Calamity is over. It’s going to be tense, sure, but we want the senseless violence to end too. It’s not our fault that retaliation is the only language the people with power in Calamity understand!”

“...”

“... Ahaha. But I’m a stupid, sentimental, silly girl. I… I really have valued everyone’s friendship here! Even yours. Even now! I… I don’t want to, but… I do want to…

“Y, you already said you didn’t… you don’t have a plan. What solution do you possibly think we could come up with together right now?!”

The visual stutter coupled with her haste gives off the distinct illusion of a pained expression trying to break free from her angrier, more determined core. But that’s probably just the visual weirdness.

Her entire body is shaking. It looks wrong. Her claws flicker, clenched, open, shut, red, blue, redblueredblue.

"This is… this is a courtesy…! I'm not offering this because I care about your stance on this as... as someone with a claim to representing the opposing state! I'm doing this for you out of respect for what remains of our friendship. Go ahead. Tell me why I should negotiate with you.”

#Manami #ch5 #trial5 #submission

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