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kyupidos · 9 months

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08/??/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

when they textヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘when you’re not with them in the real world, how do they talk to you online?’

characters. ignihyde , diasomnia : idia shroud , ortho shroud , malleus draconia , silver , sebek zigvolt , lilia vanrouge ( separate ) ;; platonic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), idk what social media app they’re using, lighthearted character slander, kinda long, crack fluff

📡 _a/n. finally updating after * checks watch * two or so weeks!! haven’t done a romantic in a while..should probably change that.

idia

— now, i decided to base these thoughts on their respective valentine’s day cards..and oh boy is idia a LOSER!! respectfully. maybe. this man is going full discordian mode when he texts you and honestly when he texts in general.

— you know that one friend who sends one text message and all of a sudden you have to spend an hour and a half trying to decipher their message because it has three grammatical errors, twenty six misspells and eight random letters mixed in there? even though it was a five word message?

— that’s him. ESPECIALLY when he’s texting you while he’s gaming, unless he chooses to voice call ( a blessing sent from heaven if you don’t want to struggle when communicating with him ).

— he’s just a fast typer, he defends himself while you wipe a single tear from your eye trying to figure out how “btw can you bring me some sweets?” turns into “n btwcan u like brjgn me sm swts n. stuff thxxx” ( but worse, because..it’s idia and he’s probably gaming if he’s asking you this question. also i purposefully avoided looking at my screen for that ).

ortho

— now i imagine his texts are significantly more normal and relaxed..unlike his BROTHER!! his texts to you are far more polite and he uses big words often, which is such bot behavior tbh. i know he struggles with captchas.

— but overall, he is indeed a relatively normal typer, a sweetheart as usual. i also imagine that he talks in more simplistic sentences as well, and doesn’t really do run-on, if that makes sense. it makes his text messages a little longer if he’s typing paragraph style, but otherwise he’s doing just fine getting the message across.

— now he is naturally curious and relatively attentive too, so he’s probably going to ask you about your own texting style. actually, he might try to implement your texting style into his, if he’s interested enough. it’ll probably only last for a week or so though, before he’s back to his usual kindergarten homework texting style.

malleus

— social media? nah..he’s “texting” you through carrier pigeon. be sure to keep your window open, because whenever he feels like it, he’s going to send you a scroll type of letter that details whatever message he’s trying to convey at the time, and it’s a throwback. a throwback to like..the medieval era.

— whenever he does send these letters, his dictionary of words is sophisticated and informative, not a single itty bitty detail left out. it sort of feels like he’s sending the prologue of a book to you, when he does this. i can imagine him writing it all down with a pure black quill pen, too. and i bet that the first letter to the first word of each letter is also in cursive and enlarged like in those fantasy books, for some odd reason.

— and he’ll send the longest message as well, and you might think that he’s describing to you the entire plot of a trilogy where each part is the length of the dictionary, but no, it’s to describe how upset he is that he had to eat an entire cake by himself, or that he’s sick or something. he’s like me when i’m writing an english essay..except he does it with no purpose to it.

— when you do inevitably send him a reply, he gets all excited too. even if he sends a letter that starts with “Dear friend, I write to you to tell you a tale of a most quizzical recent events that has affected me of late, that has stumped me to no end..” and all you reply with is a scroll and a carrier pigeon as well, and he opens it up only to see an enlarged “K.” in the middle with your signature at the bottom. yeah, he’s completely fine with that. makes him happy.

silver

— someone else who is normal with their texts, on the normal scale would probably be ranked by ortho, if not normaler. he’s just your average texter i suppose, other than the fact that every now and then he adds this really long descriptive word that you have to look up in the dictionary to understand, and it’s completely unexpected.

— he’ll send you a message, and it’ll go “also, did you see the others in class today? i found it odd, they were more lackadaisical than usual.” like. for no reason whatsoever. random big word. not too bad though, so points for him. also, i imagine him to type in all lowercase just like me. i don’t know, i just see him doing it.

— on that note of random things i see him doing, and also random things in general, i see him texting you, and then randomly telling you this fun little fact he happens to know about whatever the topic is. “would you like to stop be the equestrian club? a domestic horse can run up to thirty miles per hour, you know.”

sebek

— hard to say if he’s using a phone, or if he’s talking to you via carrier pigeon like malleus..but i’m leaning towards him using a phone. actually, he might do both, and it depends on how mood how you receive the message. but, let’s just talk about how he tends to talks to you on social media for now.

— but still, no matter whether it’s social media or carrier pigeon, he’s a relatively dry person sadly. when he texts you, it’s rather simplistic, though unlike ortho he does tend to do run-ons. i think the only thing saving him from being totally dry is the fact that he actually uses emojis. his favorite emojis..are probably “😡” and “👍”, and you can take a guess when and why he uses them.

— his messages might actually come off as a little mean every now and then, but i doubt he’ll even realize it 99% percent of the time unless you tell him, and he’ll try his best not to text like that again, but it’s hard for him to stray from his usual texting style..introduce him to tone tags, those are probably a life saver for him.

— he does forget to use them every now and then though, so he haphazardly adds them after he sends the message. don’t worry though, he’s learning and figuring things out! slowly but surely, slowly but surely. doing his best.

lilia

— the old man himself! unlike malleus and sebek, he is of course 100% using a phone. though nonetheless, that old age is not subtle at all, even if he is gaming..not like he’s trying to be, the idea of being subtle probably doesn’t even come to him. surprisingly, other than his old man text tone, he’s a relatively normal texter.

— and by relatively normal, i mean normal for when you’re talking to your grandpa who was there for when the telegraph was still a popular use of communication. except..he was there for forms of communication much, much earlier than that.

— he regularly uses somewhat outdated words and then right next to said outdated word is like, the latest social media lingo that was created like a week ago. a very scary combination of i do say so myself. he could be gaming with you and all of a sudden through the chat logs he’ll text you something along the lines of, “Though, i must say..his ass is NOT making it😂😂”. a jumpscare almost every time.

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ash-writies · 2 years

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Hello!! Your so underrated btw, sending love to you! May I um request TUA Ben Hargreeves x reader where Ben talks to y/n again (can be gender neutral reader) while he possesses Klaus from S2? 👀

A/n: thanks shawty <3 I didn’t really know what they should talk about so… Asks are still open for TUA! Feel free to send some! Hope you enjoy this small blurb <3

Summary: You briefly meet Ben after more than a decade and have to part ways as soon as you meet

Warnings: none

~250 words

“y/n!” Klaus called running up to you.

“What now?” you sighed, turning towards the man, you shouted, “yeah?”

“I need to talk to you real quick,” he panted placing his hands on your shoulders, “It’s me!” Ben!”

“Nice joke Klaus,” you scoffed, “but we have to go. Five is waiting for us.”

“No! No, it’s really me I can prove it!” You rolled your eyes and waited for him. “Remember when I was sixteen and I snuck out to meet you?”

“Everyone knows that by now-” you interrupted.

“Yeah but no one knows that we went to watch The Corpse Bride.”

“Even though we were originally going to watch Robots!” you said, finishing his sentence. He chuckled as you wrapped your arms around him.“I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too!” he laughed. You knew what he meant; even though he was always there, he was never able to touch you. You were still laughing as he pulled back with tears burning the edges of his eyes. He placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You smiled and pulled him back into you.

After standing like that for a while, he reluctantly pulled away, “I’m sorry, I have to go find Allison…”

“It’s fine, I’m glad you’re actually here!” you said, grabbing his hand, “you’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“I’ll try,” he said with a sad smile.

“Until I see you again,” you sighed, giving him one last hug.

“Until I feel you again.”

#fluff #tua fluff #ben tua #ben x you #ben x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x you #ben hargreeves x y/n #ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 2 years

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I should be sleeping but got this idea while reading another fanfiction lmao (also kinda inspired from your last fic which i loved btw) what if after reader got rescued from the grabber , the people in town started to judge them because they seemed to show "empathy and forgiveness" for the grabber when they got interviewed on tv because they were the only survivor (*cough cough Stockholm syndrome cough cough*) and somehow tries to find comfort from the grabber who's in prison?

Ooh I love this idea, that’s the good kush asdgh 🖤

The Grabber Drabble: Getting bullied by the townspeople after his arrest and getting comforted by him

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Stockholm syndrome, Can be seen as continuation of this

When they had stormed the house you didn't hear it, you didn't notice that the reality you had adapted to was about to shatter yet again.

You were isolated from all except him until the police issued his arrest to the public and that solitude was turned inside out.

You were exposed to the world as the only survivor of the man they called 'The Grabber'. The light was too bright, the people were too loud and reporters swarmed you like insects that tried to gut you with their questions.

They had put a camera on you like an aimed gun, ready to channel the worlds judgement of you and what you would say. There wasn't any way you could have quenched the parents grief, any right words to describe him with and ease the publics shock– but they took pleasure and seeing you try anyway by asking you all these things.

"Y/n why did everyone but you die? Why didn't he kill you?"

You were taken aback by this as it almost felt like an accusation. It was as if they were saying that you should have died instead of the children, and you often had thought so as well.

"I-I don't know.. I guess because I behaved." The words you chose came from him, he was the one who had talked about behaving and following the rules. You didn't mean harm with that, but an upset mother now yelled at you off the lines were police officers had troubles keeping back the people from the house,

"Are you saying my boy wasn't raised right?! Are you saying he had to die because I was a bad mother?!?"

You shook your head, trying to stammer an answer when the next question came your way- "What do you think of the man who kidnapped you??"

Your gaze dropped to the microphone that was shoved near you, your shoulders rose as you became increasingly tense. Your throat tightened, you wanted to cry. You wanted to be alone again.

"..He was never abusive or unkind towards me.." you started, "He didn't seem like a bad person to me he.. was curious and attentive.." your sentence trailed off, it just didn't fit the public view that everyone except you seemed to be having of him.

Meanwhile your voice rang through the grid of the guards room as they watched TV, the Grabber was gazing through to the old TV screen were he saw a reflection that failed to catch that beautiful, anxious gleam in your eyes or the way you held yourself.

"Are you defending the Grabber?!" "You must be aware that people have died!" You flinched when one of the reporters harshly grabbed your arm. He held you so tightly that it hurt. "I'm sorry!" You replied quickly, slightly pulling your arm back to be let go but he wouldn't let you, asking you again, "Are you defending your kidnapper??"

Your voice broke, you didn't want to be here. "Please.. let go of me." You asked, and the way your voice failed at the end made his hands clench around the grid.

How dare they hurt you- didn’t they see what a lovely being they had right in front of them? Despite falling victim to a kidnapper you separated what he did from who he was as a person. You tried to understand him and you partly did, even if you didn’t realize that.

You only had kind words to spare even though you had every right to despise him for taking your freedom, but he never harmed you so you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

But if you weren’t on the publics side they painted you as their enemy even though your opinion wasn’t born out of agreement with his actions but out of empathy towards him.

It made him furious to see how they could treat one of the sweetest people he had lied his eyes upon like the villain of the story, one that was free and therefore accessible to their hate and grief.

They bullied you, leaving death wishes in your mail any painting your door. A Lady outside the store had thrown your groceries to the ground and kicked them away, someone had even tried pushing you into traffic when you were waiting for the light to turn.

The whole town treated you like you were the kidnapper, like you were responsible for what was happening and it made you feel miserable. You weren’t even safe from harassment at home, having people knock at your door and trying to get in calling you slurs.

You stiffed your cry when you drove to the prison- you needed to see him, the only one who knew the truth. And you were met with a titled head and a knowing gaze when you were led into the visitors room were he was sat.

„Um..“ you didn’t know what to say, swallowing thickly as you sat down on the other side of the table.

„Look how the town welcomed you back when you returned.“ He begun and rested his head on his hand, „I can see it in your eyes dear.“ Your eyes filled with tears as he spoke, he had always looked at you like he just completely saw you. It had made you feel both so exposed and understood.

One of his large, handcuffed hands came up to lightly grab your chin. His rough thumb slightly stroked over your soft skin and he exhaled, having missed this so much already.

„My poor Y/n. I know it’s hard. I know you aren’t build to be as uncaring and stable as them, but they expect you to be and they despise you for the gentleness you carry.“

Tears started rolling down your face any he put his hand up to rest on your cheek.

„I wanna go back.“ You whispered with a broken voice and he nodded knowingly.

„You need to be strong for a little longer, love.“ His voice darkened. „Until I found a way out. And then I will come to get you, and we will go to a kinder place.“

Your voice quivered with both fear and hope, „Really?“ A devilish, loving smile played around his lips. „Soon.“

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I look forward to your opinion on this one, I hope you like it!! 🖤🖤🖤

#the grabber x reader

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cupidhaos · 3 years

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garden of dreams | jww

pairing: jeon wonwoo x gender neutral reader

word count: 2.2k

genre: fluff, dreams, slight angst

summary: he would always be there, waiting for you in the garden of dreams

warnings: slight swearing, SLIGHT angst like its so tiny you can barely see it

song rec: day & night | jung seunghwan

a/n: THIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRY!! leave it up to sak to post at the very last minute :| but this is for the lovely @hongnanglen-arina ! <3 i hope that you enjoy this even though it’s late >< i wrote this after watching the garden of words which i recommend to everyone btw it has beautiful animation and is so pretty and pretty short for a movie anyways let me stop rambling here you go!!

prompt: “i dreamt about you last night”

he was just a stranger passing by you on the street. both of you were heading in the opposite directions - yet as your eyes connected for a brief moment, you felt the feeling of longing settling inside of you.

his eyes felt familiar to you - as if you saw him from somewhere before. as you walked throughout the city as your paths had crossed this stranger, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks as you passed each other.

“y/n? are you in there?” your friend walking beside you asked. you shake your head out of the trance you were in a gave them a tight smile “yeah sorry, you were saying?”

later that night as you lay in bed - you couldn’t help but think of the eyes of the stranger that you passed by earlier. although there was barely an encounter and it was in total just a couple of seconds of eye contact - you were unable to get them out of your mind.

“what did they look like again?” you try to recall as you think back to their face. as you recalled the brief encounter, you think back to what his eyes looked like as they were the only thing you remembered.

rubbing your hands over your face out of frustration, you let out a loud groan. you continued to toss and turn in your bed as the thought of this man just wouldn’t leave your mind.

“this is so irritating! why am i thinking of some stranger i made eye contact with for probably a total of what - five seconds?!” say to no one. flipping over to lay on your side, you read the numbers blinking on your alarm clock.

“shit… it’s already one …” you mumble underneath your breath.

flipping back onto your back, you drape your arm over your eyes as the moonlight shone through your window.

“maybe i can just sleep it off…” you say aloud as you let out a yawn. you felt your eyes get heavier by the second before finally drifting off to sleep.

your eyebrows furrow together in confusion as you looked around at the unknown area. trees surrounded you along with an assortment of plants and flowers. as you looked forward, your eyes are drifted towards the pathway underneath your feet which was covered in moss and grass.

“i swore i was just in my bed”

unable to make sense of the situation, you don’t even notice that your feet began to move on their own. as you continue being deep in thought, you unconsciously follow the path that was laid out in front of you.

it wasn’t until you noticed that there weren’t as many trees around that you finally looked up, now standing by an empty lake. you then realized that you were most likely in a garden somewhere - but where? and why?

“am i dreaming right now… is this a lucid dream or something… why does it feel like i’m actually in a garden though…” you wonder aloud as you continued to walk throughout the quiet garden. “might as well enjoy the scenery” right as the words left your mouth though, you felt a raindrop gently fall on your head.

soon enough, rain started pouring down from the skies as if the clouds had been holding it in for years. covering your head with your hands as you run through the garden, you tried to look for a place where you’d be able to take shelter. spotting a roofed pergola in the distance, you quickly make your way over.

“of course it starts raining when i actually want to take a walk around this place” an annoyed huff leaving your lips following your comment. squeezing your shirt to get the water out of it in order to relieve the heavy weight it brought on your clothes, you didn’t take notice of the footsteps approaching the small pergola you were under.

“it’s raining pretty bad - don’t you think?” an unknown voice comments with a laugh amidst the loud patter of the heavy rain. a jolt ran through your body as the sound of a deep voice surprised your ears. your eyes widen as you turn your head towards the owner of the voice.

you were shocked to see a boy around his early twenties, standing at a distance from you. round glasses that were now covered in rain droplets, sat on his nose as he stood wearing casual clothes and a thick jacket. a book bag was draped across his chest and you watched as he squinted up at the grey sky.

you felt your breath hitch as he turns to look at you, a small smile on his face. as his eyes locked with yours - you felt that familiar feeling that you had earlier today. he raises an eyebrow as you continue to stare at him in confusion “don’t tell me - you forgot again, didn’t you?”

as you continued to stare at him with that confused look on your face, he lets out sigh of defeat as his shoulders slumped down “i’m not surprised - it has been a while since our dreams intertwined like this.”

tilting your head to the side, he just laughs at your expression much to your dismay “guess i’ll reintroduce myself then - i’m wonwoo” he extends his hand out towards you which you hesitantly take. nodding your head slowly, you still were unable to grasp the situation at hand.

“nice to meet you wonwoo… i’m -”

“y/n. i know.”

a gasp leaves your lips as he finishes your sentence “wait! how did you know my name? do you know where we are? how did we get here? what do you mean intertwining dreams?”

wonwoo holds up his free hand as a signal for you to slow down which automatically causes you to halt your flood of questions. puling his hand away from yours, you couldn’t help but miss the warmth that contact gave you.

“let’s just say - this isn’t really our first time meeting.” wonwoo tells you, but that still didn’t help answer any of your questions.

“have we met before?” you ask quietly, to which he nods his head. placing his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he turns back towards the rain “many times actually. but it seems like you keep forgetting we do each time.”

as you try to make sense of his words, you didn’t even notice you were shivering. wonwoo takes notice of this from the corner of his eye though, and lets out a sigh. you don’t realize he’s taking off his jacket until you felt its weight against your shoulders.

the action snaps you out of the thought you were having as you looked up at him with wide eyes. he averts his gaze from yours though as he continued to wrap the jacket around your shoulders “listen, i know this is just a dream and whatever - but i can’t just watch you stand there shivering like a lost puppy”

you felt your cheeks heat up slightly and you quickly turn to look towards the ground. you perk up though once you take in his comment “wait! so this is a dream?”

he hums in confirmation in response to your question “mhm, everything here is a dream.”

“wait so if this is my dream - why are you here?”

“ouch, you trying to kick me out?”

“sorry! i didn’t mean it like that i just -”

wonwoo cuts you off with a laugh and you continued to stare up at him filled with wonder and curiosity.

“i’ll sum it up like i do each time we meet again. our dreams somehow intertwine with each others from time to time and we end up being in the other’s dreams. they always seem to take place in this garden also. but for some reason, you keep on forgetting these dreams we have together, meaning -”

“i keep forgetting that we’ve met?” you finish, to which wonwoo nods. a pout forms on your lips at this realization “what the hell! that sucks why do i keep forgetting you?!”

wonwoo shrugs at your question though “beats me. seems like you’re the type of person to forget their dreams immediately when they wake up.”

your eyebrows furrow together as another question leaves your lips “then why is it you always remember me?”

his features soften at your question and a small smile spreads across his face “that’s because i could never forget you, no matter how hard i’d try”

a blush spreads across your cheeks at the comment, and you feel yourself fill with embarrassment. you hear a light chuckle come from him as he watches your reaction “don’t just say stuff like that to someone you just met!”

“i wouldn’t typically say that to a stranger - but then again, this isn’t our first time meeting, remember?”

for what felt like the next couple hours, the two of you talked and got to know each other all over again. you felt at ease with him around, and you never once felt uncomfortable with his presence.

“why do you think our dreams keep connecting back here?” you suddenly asked him. he was unable to answer your question though.

“i’m not sure actually. it sure does look like a park around where i live though.” he tells you as you nod slowly. as you think over all the different possibilities, you suddenly raise up a finger as the sound of ‘aha!’ escapes your lips.

“i know! maybe it’s a sign that we’re meant to be!” as soon as you say that, wonwoo’s face turns bright red. he covers his face quickly with his hands as you continued to look at him excitedly “who’s the one saying corny stuff now”

you wave him off though as you continue on with what you were saying “maybe - just maybe if we go to this park when we’re awake then we’ll finally meet in person and not just in this dream garden!”

he gives you a soft smile at your suggestion, and you hear the rain slowly quiet down. “that sure does sound ideal - but don’t you remember? you always forget these dreams”

shaking your head at his response, you look up at him with a determined look on your face - not realizing that the garden around you two was now slowly fading away.

“i won’t forget you this time, i promise! and if i do - i’ll still find a way for us to meet!” were the last words you told him before things finally faded away.

rubbing your eyes as you wake up, you held your head in your hands as you hazily tried to recall your dream.

“wait… what was i dreaming about again?” you mumble groggily as you tried to remember. getting up for the day, you felt agitated at the fact that you were unable to recall the dream you had from the night before.

“i feel as if i’m forgetting something important…” you tell yourself as you got ready for your plans for the day. your friend had asked you to come check out a new cafe that was a whiles away from where you lived.

for the rest of the morning, you did your best to get an idea as to what you were forgetting. yet no matter how much you tried - nothing came to mind.

once you got down to the place you two planned to meet up at, your friend informed you that they were going to take a while.

“way to tell me once i got here” you huff. though the feeling of irritation soon left once you spot something in the distance. as your eyes wandered toward the park not too far off from where you were at, your feet began moving on their own, and that feeling of familiarity washed over you once again.

as you finally got to the park, you took in the scenery and looked at the plants growing. the feeling of deja vu hits you as you walked past a large, blue lake.

“i swear i haven’t been here before… so why does it feel as if…”

your train of thought is cut off once you felt a drop of rain land on you, more quickly falling down from the sky. running towards the closest place to take shelter, you stared up at the dark clouds up above. running footsteps make your way towards you, causing you to turn your head at the young man who stood besides you.

“it’s raining pretty bad - don’t you think?” he asks with a laugh, the rain nearly drowning out his voice as it continued to pour down harshly. once he turns his head to look at you, your eyes finally meet, and everything that you were trying so hard to remember suddenly came flooding back to you.

the smile on his face is quickly replaced with a shocked look as he realizes who you were. as the rain begins to calm down, the two of you continued to stare at each other with mirrored expressions.

a gasp leaves your lips and you raised your hand to point a finger towards him in surprise.

“i dreamt about you last night!”

wonwoo’s eyes widened at your loud revelation and a small laugh leaves your lips as you saw his expression. you coughed loudly as you extend your hand out towards him. a smile spreading across your lips once he takes it.

“guess i’ll reintroduce myself then - i’m y/n”

he shakes his head with a laugh at your introduction.

“nice to meet you y/n... i’m -”

“wonwoo. i know.”

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nanami-says · 3 years

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Part V (2/3): chapters 58~60

Chapter 58

[About Sukuna’s fingers resonating with one another]

"The ones that possess an immense presence. The ones that are hiding. The ones that are already taken in by cursed spirits."

⇒ "1) The ones with too big presences. 2) The ones holding their breath. 3) The ones already absorbed by cursed spirits."

I added the numbers for explanation purposes, see below.

"One of Sukuna's fingers was hidden by a cursed spirit. When Itadori consumed the finger in June, it released its cursed energy"

⇒ "The Sukuna fingers that had been absorbed were holding back their power [while] inside cursed spirits. Then they unleashed their cursed energy with Itadori's incarnation [of Sukuna] in June serving as a trigger."

Whelp. On top of extremely simplifying the explanation, they mixed up the kind of Sukuna finger involved here - it was very explicitly stated in the text that it was number 3) "absorbed" (assimilated) fingers, and not 2) "hiding" fingers.

I guess saying that Itadori consumed the finger isn't wrong plot wise but it's actually referred to (here and many times more in the manga) as "incarnation"! The same word also gets used for the death painting brothers.

[Megumi remembering a conversation with Gojou]

"I was surprised you asked me to train you"

⇒ "It's rare for you to ask me for a practice, Megumi"

"To train you" wasn't wrong but Gojou saying "it's rare" here points to it either happening occasionally or having happened in the past and I'm not sure "I was surprised" quite conveys that.

"Are you feeling pressure because of Yuji's growth?"

⇒ "Did you get impatient after getting surpassed by Yuuji?"

Gojou actually says that Yuuji has surpassed Megumi here! Quite a different nuance from just "Yuji's growth".

"Megumi, your skill and potential are probably higher than Yuji's. All that’s left is the mental aspect"

⇒ “You know, Megumi, I think that both your real ability and potential are in no way inferior to Yuuji's. (...)"

Emphasis mine because pray tell, how does one reach the conclusion that "don't lose out to"/"aren't inferior to" equals to "are probably higher". “Skill” was fine btw but I’d probably go with “mindset” for the last line, personally.

[Gojou explaining why he thinks Megumi doesn’t know how to make a serious effort giving the baseball game as an example]

“Why did you bunt? You sacrificed yourself so that Nobara could advance. Well, good for you"

⇒ "Why did you make a sacrifice bunt? Did you want to advance Nobara to the next base even if it meant you'd be out yourself? That's commendable"

The nuance for the last line was just different - the word used there usually is just used as praise, either genuine or ironic but imo “good for you” has a different meaning. Also he says “out” but it’s written as “death” (although that is sometimes the case in baseball as well.)

“But no matter how many allies you have around you, you'll always die alone"

⇒ “(...) when you die, you’re alone”

I tried to phrase it a bit closer to the original because I feel like the nuance may just be different for this line but can’t quite put a finger on the how.

[Gojou to Megumi]

"To die and then win, and dying victoriously are two completely different things, Megumi"

⇒ "To win by dying and to win even if you die are completely different, Megumi"

Emphasis by Gege. Ngl, I had no clue what the English was trying to say here… This is most likely what the line actually meant.

[Megumi regaining his consciousness after he blacked out from getting hit]

"How long was I out? Was my divine dog destroyed? No, my technique's finished"

Actually "my technique got undone". Putting it as "has finished" is imo both unclear and misleading. Similar situation as in ch. 1 (refer to part I).

[Lead-up to Megumi using a domain expansion for the first time]

"A jujutsu sorcerer's growth never comes easy"

⇒ "The growth curve of a sorcerer isn’t always gentle"

Mostly, the line was more intricate in the original but also the grammatical construction used here that they mistranslated as "never" actually means "not always [necessarily]” instead.

"Here we go!!"

Not really incorrect but it's kinda generic and I guess something like "I'm gonna do it!" is closer nuance wise.

"With a firm base, skill and imagination, a person can change thanks to the slightest of events"

⇒ "A firm foundation, a handful of sense, and imagination. Then, [even] with a most insignificant opportunity, a person will change"

A pity they simplified "a handful of sense" into just "skill" here. Overall not really incorrect but I wanted to propose something that imo better conveys the original wording and vibe.

“Area expansion”

…”area”? What? Obviously this is actually “domain expansion”. I just don’t have words.

“Think bigger! My technique’s interpretation!”

First sentence actually referred to the second one, so it’s actually something like “Expand it!! The technique’s interpretation!!”

[Megumi to the cursed spirit after his shikigami deals it a finishing blow]

"Divine dog's claws even hurt it...You were no match!"

"(...) So something like piercing through you when you're not even paying attention was easy"

Less excitement, more dismissiveness, I’d say? Also, for the divine dog it’s actually specified that it’s “divine dog (totality)” and not just simply “divine dog”. The term appeared before in ch. 47.

Chapter 59

[Megumi talking about what he considers the basic rule for human interactions in a flashback to his middle school years]

"Basically, you shouldn't cross any line that violates another person's dignity. You should acknowledge each other's mutual existence. That's the rule. You ignored it and fed your stupid ego"

⇒ "In short, it's drawing a line in order not to jeopardise one another's dignity; [it’s] a process through which both parties can coexist. That's what the "rule" is”. You broke it, throwing your weight around and forcing everyone to walk on eggshells around you”

For the first sentence, Megumi says “it’s drawing a line”, so the nuance here was probably closer to “creating boundaries” rather than “crossing boundaries” like in the official English release. For the second sentence, the original literally says “the process through which one another’s existence is achieved”, so rather than acknowledging each other’s existence the sentiment is probably closer to live and let live? For the last sentence, they once again simplified it to the barest bones.

"I'll definitely tell Ikezawa and everyone today that we're not their lapdogs"

“You got this, Aida!”

"But we might be the next punching bags, so don't go overboard!"

Should be “Ikezawa and others'' and definitely “that I’m not their errand boy” for the smallest boy’s first line. If all of them were already being treated as errand boys like the way using the plural form here implies, the other student’s reply wouldn’t make sense.

[After Tsumiki sees Megumi has beaten up delinquents once again]

“You said you wouldn’t pick fights anymore”

“You’re not my mom”

⇒ (...) “Don’t act like you’re my guardian”

Imo the distinction is significant because there’s a possibility that Tsumiki as the older of the two probably did feel responsible for Megumi to an extent and acted accordingly, as if she was his guardian.

Also, he doesn’t actually say “mom” - this is not the first time where the official English release opts for a gendered phrase where the original uses a neutral form. (Like making Yuuji say his grandpa was like a dad to him when he actually said parent all the way back in ch. 2.)

[Megumi’s thoughts from back in the middle school]

"I hate bad guys with no brains and zero emotional capability. Walking around feeling proud. Disgusting."

⇒ "I hate bad people. The way they act like they’re superior, with their complete lack of imagination or sensitivity. Disgusting”

I guess I really dislike the way they worded it here, especially the “no brains” part since Megumi wasn’t really talking about intellect or smarts here but about imagination (and sensitivity), which he literally describes as being akin to "vacant lot", "empty lot", "raw land”, which is much more evocative.

"I hate goody-goodies forgiving bad people, justifying mercy. Makes me wanna puke"

⇒ "I hate good people. The way they forgive such bad people and perceive that act of forgiveness as something noble. They make me sick"

Mhm, way to just simplify the heck out of the whole line. I’m extra bothered by their use of “goody-goodies” here since this is yet another appearance of a rather formal word for “good person” (善人/zennin) in the original and which I’ve observed to be a very important part of the world-building in jjk. I discuss it at length in various previous installments, with notable examples including: ch. 9 (Megumi about Yuuji and about the kind of people he wants to save - part I), ch. 31 (Nanami and Yuuji’s conversation in the aftermath of the Junpei incident - part III 2/2), ch. 36 (Panda about Yuuji - part IV 2/5).

“Tsumiki, you’re a perfect example of a good person.”

See, the word he uses here to describe Tsumiki is the same as in the line above (善人) but because back then it got translated as “goody-goodies”, you’d never guess it since the vibes are just that different.

[Megumi reminiscing about meeting Gojou for the first time]

"In the first grade, my dad and Tsumiki's mom got married and separated just as quickly"

⇒ "When I was in the first grade of elementary school my father and Tsumiki’s mother, our respective single parents, got together and disappeared into thin air"

The original doesn’t mention marriage OR separation. Heck, especially for the second one, it doesn’t even come close to mentioning it?? I have no clue where they got this from.

What I put as “got together” can also be translated as “to have a liaison with (a man or a woman)” (among others). Since Tsumiki’s surname is also “Fushiguro” in middle school, it’s possible that they were actually married and many Japanese fans seem to think that as well but it’s not explicitly stated, at least not here, so those are most likely speculations.

As for mysterious “separation”, the word used here actually means "disappearance (of people intentionally concealing their whereabouts); unexplained disappearance", so imo the whole section means their parents got together and at some point both disappeared. As we learn at one point in the manga Touji first and Tsumiki’s mum sometime later.

(Btw, one fan scanlation used “evaporation” here instead and while this is another possible translation of the word in question, imo from the context it’s clear that the intended meaning was the “unexplained disappearance” instead.)

Lastly, Megumi uses kind of formal expressions when referring to both his own dad and Tsumiki’s mum, which imo is indicative of the emotional distance.

[Tiny Megumi about teenager Gojou]

"A weirdo with white hair said"

⇒ "A suspicious man with white hair"

Needless to say, he doesn't actually call Gojou a weirdo.

[Gojou about Touji]

"But he's a loser that just works for me. He left the family and had you."

⇒ "He's enough of a good-for-nothing to take aback even me. Basically, he left home and then had you."

Emphasis mine. Again, I literally have no clue where they got the translation they went with for this. “Works for me” - just what?? (Btw, one of the fan scans available for this had the latter part of this line mistakenly imply that Gojou had Megumi leave his house. The bit definitely referred to Touji leaving the Zen’in family.)

"You're something your dad used against the Zen'in family. His trump card"

⇒ “You’re something your father kept as his strongest card against the Zen’in family”

A bit of a different nuance than “your dad used” suggests.

"The divorce money makes sense now. I was sold to this Zen'in family"

⇒ "The mystery behind the funds for their disappearance got solved. Apparently, I was sold to this Zen’in family or something"

Again, the word for “divorce” doesn’t make an appearance ANYWHERE in this chapter, least of all this page. ...How.

Once again - fan scans had this as money that also evaporated but neither it nor the official English release make sense, considering the line is followed up by “I was sold” as the explanation. So yeah, imo the first sentence definitely referred to the money Megumi considered necessary for Touji (and co’s) disappearance.

[Gojou referring to Touji basically selling Megumi off]

"Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it's annoying. Especially your attitude."

⇒ “It pisses you off, doesn’t it”

“Yeah, it does piss me off. Especially that lack of delicacy of yours”

I mentioned it multiple times but imo repetition in the original text tends to be done on purpose and as a device and imo this was another example where this was the case. Megumi borrows Gojou’s words here. (Which mean “to be irritated, “to be angry” and not “it sucks”.)

[Megumi continuing about Gojou]

"But that annoying guy wrote off the situation with the Zen'in family. He made a promise that we would work as sorcerers in the future. We would be collateral and receive financial support from Jujutsu High in exchange."

⇒"This man pisses me off, but it was him who cancelled the deal with the Zen'in family, and made it so we would receive financial support from the technical college with me working as a sorcerer in the future [serving] as collateral for it”

I don’t know why they’d translate it as “we would work” here since who the “we” would be supposed to even entail other than Megumi himself? Surely not Tsumiki. Or Gojou. Also, putting the next bit as “we would be collateral” makes it sound kind of dehumanising to me, ngl, whereas Megumi was talking about his labour here.

Also, the same phrase for “pisses off” as above got used once again, which makes it three times in a row, so imo that was definitely a deliberate stylistic choice on Gege’s part.

“Jujutsu sorcerers. How stupid.

⇒ "Sorcerers, what even. How nonsensical"

Just proposing an alternate wording.

[Megumi about the curse Tsumiki got hit by]

"All we knew was that we didn't know anything. Tsumiki still sleeps."

The word used to describe Tsumiki’s state literally means “became bedridden”, which imo heavily implies she fell into a coma. “Still sleeps” is most likely a misunderstanding on the translator’s part since the word sounds like it’d mean that (but it doesn’t.)

[Megumi about Tsumiki]

"Always smiling and saying nice things"

⇒ “Always smiling and spouting lip service”

Another case where the translator seems to have translated the word based on the way it’s written as opposed to checking the actual meaning. (The “nice things” phrase.)

"It's not a bad thing to not forgive people. Megumi, that's your way of showing kindness."

⇒ “Not being able to forgive people isn’t a bad thing. That’s your kindness, Megumi”

It wasn’t just “not to forgive” but “not being able to forgive”! Which imo would imply the next line’s nuance was something similar to Tsumiki considering Megumi’s inability to forgive people to be something that stems from his kindness (e.g. because he can’t stand seeing injustice).

"Even spinning my short-comings in a positive light."

⇒ “She would affirm even my nature"

Imo this line was more of Tsumiki accepting Megumi as he is or at least that’s what the line says - makes sense with what I proposed for the line above too. Translating it the way they did in the official release kind of feels like overinterpreting.

"But even she would get upset when I hurt somebody. I was annoyed by the hypocrisy"

⇒ "But even such Tsumiki would get genuinely angry (...). I would get annoyed thinking she was a stickler to the rules and a hypocrite"

Emphasis mine. The phrase that the translators seem to have skipped here and I translated as "stickler to the rules" literally means "to play it safe", "to avoid trouble at all cost".

"Yeah, I know. I was immature. I'm sorry so please wake up already"

“I’m sorry, I was a brat. I’ll apologise so just wake up already, stupid older sister”

Just a different nuance and tone for the whole line.

"All I did was get rid of the Yasohachi bridge curse. My sister's sleeping curse is a separate matter."

⇒ "This Yasohachi bridge curse was probably only overlapping with it, and the curse that caused Tsumiki to fall into a coma probably hasn't been lifted"

The official English release makes it sound like sleeping (or more correctly, the coma) was the nature of the curse that Tsumiki was put under, whereas imo the original indicates it just as its effect, which is an important distinction.

“As for the finger and Itadori…”

⇒ “What should I tell Itadori about the finger...”

The “tell”, “say” is only implied here but it’s pretty clear from the context that was the meaning. Also, he explicitly says “to Itadori” here.

[After the Yasohachi bridge curse got defeated by Megumi who then retrieved the Sukuna finger from it]

"All of sudden I feel a presence. Did the finger get out of the barrier? Whoever took out the finger bearer is quite formidable."

⇒ “The huge presence that appeared all of sudden... Did Sukuna's finger get out of the barrier? If it was a sorcerer that exorcised the finger's host, they must be quite good......."

Emphasis mine on bits that got cut out in the official release. Because Esou was facing off Nobara, he probably assumed it’s likely there may be other sorcerers present and imo that’s what this line also suggests.

"Even so... The finger... Even if they fought against a special-grade and won, They more than likely didn't come out of it unscathed. I hope they're okay."

Just to clarify that the word used for “they” in the original indicates the speaker knows the people in question, so those were Nobara’s thoughts here.

Chapter 60

[Esou to Yuuji and Nobara after he activates his wing king technique]

“Start running and turn your backs to me”

“Run. With your backs turned to me” would fit better nuance and mood wise. (Esou didn’t want to show his back to anyone so now he’s’ forcing them to show theirs.)

[Nobara to Yuuji after he scooped her up because she couldn’t run as fast as he could]

“I got your back”

“Okay”

“Okay” isn’t incorrect per se but the word has the nuance of “I’m counting on you”.

[Nobara to Yuuji after he speeded through the forest while carrying her, allowing them to escape from Esou's technique]

"Well done, you deserve some praise"

“Yeah, yeah”

“Just kidding. Thanks!”

⇒ "You have my praise." (...)

Actually a set phrase! Spoken from a rather elevated/superior POV, which is why Nobara later reiterates that she’s genuinely thankful. Also, I probably would just go with a period for “Thanks”, imo nuance wise it didn’t require an exclamation mark and it’s not there in the original either.

[Esou after Yuuji gets splashed with Kechizu’s blood]

"There's no need to worry. My younger brother's blood isn't the same quality as mine"

Actually "doesn't have the same properties like mine”.

"You wouldn't even die from mine unless you were drowned in it."

Much closer to something like "unless you were to bathe your whole body in it".

"But it does hurt like hell"

⇒ "But it does hurt to death"

Not really wrong meaning wise but in the original it was “to death” instead of “like hell”, which combined with a previous line was probably a wordplay. "You won't die but it does hurt to death"

[Esou explaining how his and Kechizu’s shared technique works]

"If you take in one of our brother's blood and if one brother activates a technique"

Idk if it's clear here but it most likely doesn't matter which brother does which (could even be the same one). Also, definitely should’ve been “the” or “this” for technique, since Esou has just stated on the same page he’s now going to start laying out how a specific technique of he and his brother’s functions.

[Esou replying to Yuuji]

"Yes, the result is essentially poison. Our technique is 'decomposition'"

Should be “but what our technique is, is actually ‘decomposition’” nuance wise.

"It's activated now. In reality they'll be dead faster than that”

⇒ “Done with technique disclosure, so in reality (...)”

Emphasis mine. You know, the rule in jujutsu where if you explain your technique to your opponent, it gets a buff? “Activation” is just wrong here.

While it’s not phrased as such, the phenomenon is first explained in ch. 20 during Nanami’s explanation to Yuuji (refer to part II 2/2). It also gets mentioned by name later in the manga but oftentimes the official release would either skip it or word it completely differently so it’s hard to tell, like in ch. 51, when Hanami realises Toudou has lied to him (part IV 5/5).

[The history of how cursed wombs came to be]

"[In the beginning of the Meiji era] there was a girl with special genetic makeup who bore a cursed-spirit child"

Actually “with an idiosyncrasy that allowed her to get pregnant with the child of a cursed spirit”! Imo an important distinction since it’s not certain whether her first child that gets discussed here was born prematurely or not and the following pregnancies were all aborted.

"A child born of mixed blood - both cursed spirit and human.”

Skipped “grotesque child” at the end.

“It was a mysterious pregnancy. She would be ostracized by family and friends.”

⇒ "Starting from a pregnancy she had no recollection of, [followed by] the oppression from her kith and kin, it made her go insane"

This latter part of this section is filled to the brim with complicated language so I’m not entirely sure but I think this might’ve been the intended meaning of the line. The official translators were probably struggling with the vocabulary too, so they cut out some stuff entirely, to be precise - the go insane part. It’s the bit I’m not certain about myself but I scoured Japanese dictionaries and that’s the meaning that seemed to be the best fit among the options.

Anyway, to reiterate - the bit about the pregnancy actually says that the girl herself didn’t even know (couldn’t remember) how it came to be. The part about the relatives doesn’t mention friends, it’s actually a set phrase that means “one's relatives by blood and marriage (in blood and law); one's kith and kin” - I went here with the latter since it’s shorter and fits the overall vibe of the line.

“She would hold the corpse of the child and flee to a temple in the mountains. The temple was run by jujutsu sorcerers. However, her luck had run out."

⇒ “(...) However, this was when her luck run out”

Other than the nuance in the last line, this isn’t mistranslated but the whole section just flowed differently in the original and felt less disjointed.

Also! One of the scanlations I’ve seen had it misspelled as “Noshitori” but the evil sorcerer’s name is actually “Kamo Noritoshi” (and yes, it’s the same as the young Kamo but the “toshi” is written with different characters).

"The child born from a cursed spirit and human would become a prisoner of intellectual curiosity"

⇒ "His [Kamo Noritoshi's] intellectual curiosity would be taken captive by children born between a cursed spirit and a human"

Very much the other way around. It's very clear in the original that the subject of the sentence was Kamo's intellectual curiosity and not the child.

"Death painting wombs: numbers 1-3. Cursed objects worthy of special grade."

Closer to "cursed objects powerful enough to be classified as special grade"

"Did cursed energy originate from a mother's hatred? No..."

It's specified here as "did their cursed energy" instead (emphasis mine), and the question is actually left unanswered......................................................... So yeah, congrats on getting rid of this very intended ambiguity. It's something like "or was it maybe--"

[About cursed wombs]

"For 150 years, with only the notion of one another's existence, they would survive, sealed away"

⇒ "For 150 years, they endured the seal, relying only on one another's existence"

"The notion" just doesn't capture the sentiment of the line at all, which imo is most likely the follow-up to the narrator's musings about the origin of the death painting's immense cursed energy. (See above.)

"We're siding with that cursed spirit."

Actually "siding with them", read as "them" but written as "the cursed spirits" - probably plural as the original literally says "the side of the cursed spirits", so it possibly means cursed spirits as a whole as well, aside of Mahito and co specifically. Remember, the brothers are actually half-humans too. I explain in depth the “written as but read as” device in part IV 4/5 (ch. 48, Toudou’s “my friend” phenomenon).

"The future that the cursed spirits have painted is more suited for us. But that's it. Forget about what we owe for our freedom"

Not incorrect per se but Chousou actually says “forget the debt we owe them of our incarnation”, which would make it yet another instance where the official English release has cut out the term entirely. (Emphasis mine.)

[Nobara after stating that a technique that assures a win as long as it hits an opponent is indeed powerful]

"I'm a bad match for you!!"

Actually “the worst match [possible]” - more confidence in the line!

[Nobara to the death painting brothers after using Resonance on herself thus redirecting their attack back at them]

"Let's play a game of chicken, shall we?"

The actual wording is “contest of endurance”, I’m not entirely sure if the two have the same connotation.

[part v (3/3)]

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Savior [Raylan Givens x Reader]

hihihi so im like super in love with this character and i haven’t seen like any writing for Timothy Olyphant Characters besides Cobb and Mickey... so i thought i would do that for our favorite U.S. Marshall, Mr. Deputy Raylan Givens

Might make this a series. Let me know if you wanna be tagged if I make another part!

Summary: You’re going about your daily errands at the bank when there’s suddenly a robbery. Luckily, a U.S. Marshall was inside and there to save the day. Gender neutral reader btw

Warnings: Gun use, swearing

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You tapped your foot violently against the tiled flooring of the bank. In ten minutes you were to be at an appointment yet this line wasn’t moving an inch. The beat of your toes hitting the ground had you bouncing at insane speeds. You hated waiting.

“You doing alright there?” You heard someone say behind you.

You flipped around to see a taller man wearing a cowboy hat. He was looking down at you, an amused glint in his eye. He was handsome and his country drawl was deep.

“Just in a hurry,” You shrugged and smiled sheepishly. He chuckled when you turned forward to see that the line still hadn’t moved.

“Aren’t we all?”

“Kentucky life can be one hell of a doozy.”

“You’re tellin’ me...” He sighed. He was scanning the area, as if he was searching for something. Though, you didn’t think much of it and held out your hand.

“(Y/n) (L/n). Nice to meet you... I haven’t seen you around before,” You introduced yourself, snapping him out of detective mode.

His grin grew wide, “Raylan Givens... I work down at the uh-... Marshall’s Service.”

“Wow. A marshall. Do we really still have those? You look like you walked out a western film.”

Raylan’s head tilted back with laughter, making sure to hold the tip of his hat, and you felt any sense of urgency wash away.

“Like I haven’t heard that before.”

“It’s hard not to say.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment. Smiles were wide on each face and the socially accepted distance for people in line was crumbling between you two.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Raylan said. You shook your head no. “Where you from then?”

“Way up north. Just a little town in Oregon...”

“You’re a long ways from home then,” He lifted his head up once more to look around the room. His eyes would flicker back to one spot, not far from the two of you, in between sentences.

“I guess so...” You sighed. You stared at Raylan a little longer while he was focused on something else. When his gaze landed on you once more you checked the line in front of you. One person had been attended to. You and Raylan moved about two inches forward.

“What in the world is taking-”

Before you could continue complaining shots rang out inside of the tiny building. Instinctively, Raylan guarded you and brought you down to the ground. You let out a yelp, along with a few other screams from bystanders, as Raylan forced your body downwards.

“Sorry...” He muttered.

“Get down on the ground! Everyone on your fucking stomachs!” A man in a ski mask yelled, assumably the one who started firing. You couldn’t see since Raylan was blocking your view of the man.

No one dared to move a muscle so he lifted the gun at the nearest person to him.

Raylan, who was knelt down, pulled a handgun from his holster faster than you had ever seen. The robber crippled to the ground before he could make the shot.

For a split second, you thought you were saved until another robber in a ski mask came running in with a much larger gun. It must have been automatic, you thought. You didn’t know much about weapons. Raylan directed his gun in the new robbers ‘direction but the newcomer let out a tsk.

“Nuh-uh, you put that here gun down. Or I shoot. I got two buddies coming. This won’t end well for you.”

Raylan didn’t move.

“I swear to god, man. I’ll shoot.”

Raylan thought it through in his mind. This criminal was either bluffing or telling the truth. He could shoot, adding another life to his belt but it wouldn’t matter much anyway. The authorities were on their way. The robbers were wimpy, so this wasn’t going to last long.

He darted his eyes towards you. You were on the floor still, eyes wide with fear but otherwise gave no indication of being afraid. He looked around at the people and sighed, placing down his gun slowly.

The robber skittered towards the Marshall and kicked the gun away, holding the automatic rifle toward his face.

“Everyone. Jewelry and cash. Now! On your stomachs!” He hollered.

And they did. Two more robbers with their faces covered came in once everyone was down and they took any valuables offered. None of the three bothered with their buddy who was bleeding out on the floor and began taking out stacks of cash.

Before reaching the registers, one of the men stopped by your figure and grinned. A silver bracelet sat on your wrist, you had completely forgotten about it. He went for your arm and you jumped in surprise, instinctively pulling your hand away.

The man’s smile dropped to pure rage and shoved his gun in your face, his hand still locked around your wrist, “Give it to me.”

Your mind went blank. Raylan watched, ready to pounce at any moment if any moves were made and cursed himself for kicking his gun away. Ever worse, he knew it would be too risky to pull out his backup. So, he watched the robber decisively. And watched you carefully.

Words couldn’t formulate the feeling in your throat. You wanted to swallow badly but you feared any outside movement would end up in your head blown off. So, your hand moved slowly to unlatch the bracelet. It had zero sentimental value, so you weren’t about to make a fit.

He stalked off after snatching the thin piece of jewelry and you dropped your head in relief. One long breath of air exhaled from your lungs.

To your left you could hear Raylan muttering something under his breath. He was frustrated. Glaring daggers at the criminals in front of him. You studied his face while he did so.

“It’s okay,” You whispered.

His angry expression became thoroughly confused.

“What?” He hissed.

“It’s okay...” You repeated. “You looked angry, not only at these men but... also yourself. They won’t get away with it.”

Your ghost of a smile reassured Raylan. Everyone in this room was shaking in their boots or crying out of fear for their life. Yet here you were making sure that he was okay. Immediately after a gun was propped against your skull.

Had you not said a word, he’d have done something brash. Something that Art would definitely not be happy about. More AUSA cases, more paperwork. His gun wasn’t far, too. Instead here was this random person, laying next to him calm as can be.

And in all seriousness, you were a terrified. You’ve never been a part of something so scary. But you knew just as well as Raylan that these men wouldn’t be successful. Everyone would be okay if they just complied.

If, is the key word here.

Not far from the two of you, one of the robbers started making trouble. It was the same one that had confronted you. A man on the floor was aggravated, he didn’t want to give up his watch. So, as expected, the robber stuck a gun to his head. Raylan looked at his gun that was a few feet away.

The criminal continued to shove the weapon in the man’s face, screaming for the watch.

“I will shoot you fucking dead old man. Give me the goddamn watch.”

The man shook his head furiously. The robber opened his mouth once more to yell but was interrupted by the sound of a gun clicking.

“You wanna put that down now... don’t try anything.”

Raylan had his handgun pressed against the man’s head. His accomplacises were in the back, trying to open the large safes, so the man was left on his own.

“You wanna make the right decision now, don’t you?” Raylan’s southern drawl was calm but sharp. “You can either die right here... or go to jail. It’s that simple...”

There was no response, but the criminal set down his automatic slowly. At that moment the sound of sirens blared and officers stormed through the building. Raylan took the man by the wrists and shoved him at an nearby police officer, while shouting that his buddies were in the building somewhere.

With a sigh, you watched the chaos reign through the building. Much to your surprise, Raylan approached you with a grin.

“You’re pretty weird, you know?”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothin’ bad,” Raylan folded his arms. “You weren’t afraid. You didn’t even tremble in fear.”

“I don’t tremble,” You shrugged.

“Hell, I’ll believe you. Your hand was steady when giving him your bracelet.”

“I tend to stay calm in situations like these.”

“So you’ve had something happen?” Raylan tilted his head.

You paused, thinking of the words to say.

“I guess you could say that...” You finally smiled at the man in front of you. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“You saved all these people today. Especially that man,” You pointed at a victim. “And in a way, you saved me.”

“I couldn’t save your bracelet,” He lifted his brows. He seemed to regret that he didn’t stop the robber.

“You can make it up to me sometime...” You said, placing a hand on his upper arm. Raylan gave you a sweet smile. “See you around, cowboy.”

#raylan givens #justified #raylan givens x reader #justified x reader #timothy olyphant #bowd crowder #ava crowder

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pillow-anime-talk · 3 years

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greetings!! so uhm i just finished watching HXH and i cannot believe i have a crush on two idiots in a row so can i request for “Ging + 45” & “Hisoka + 50”? if not, i'm so sorry for bothering you ;_;

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; comedy; jealousy; drama; angst; suggestive?

includes: gender neutral reader ft. ging freecss & hisoka morow {hxh}

author’s note: hi and thank you! btw, cenario with hisoka reminds me one of one direction song – ‘perfect’, lmao.

— GING

45. A kiss full of jealousy for the other person. This kind of kiss to show everyone that you belong to each other.

“... Oh! Y/N-chan! You look really beautiful today! Where are you going?” You turned and your gaze met Pariston’s. The man smiled at you and then came closer, resting his hand on his own hip.

“Hi, Pariston. Thank you and vice versa. I’m going to Ging, I have a breakfast for him, because as usual he forgot about it... Recently, all the Zodiacs have so much on their heads... It must be hard for you.” You answered with concern in your voice, and the blond-haired shrugged.

“If our work can help sweet people like you, then it’s worth to doing it.” He assured, and you thanked him shyly. “Maybe I’ll escort you to Ging? We’ll talk for a while more.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You talked until you and he showed up in one of the many rooms where the dark-haired was resting his legs on the long table and probably sleeping soundly. So you turned to Hill, thanked him once again and he replied that you should come here more often, because you are great talking to and you’re getting sweeter every day. This sentence brought Ging to the ground, then made him stand up from his wooden chair and walk towards you two. You didn’t even notice him until you felt a touch on your wrist and a kiss on your lips, which surprised not only you, but also the standing hunter.

“Woah, woah. Okay, Ging. I understand.” Pariston laughed, then turned away so as not to disturb you, though mentally he really wanted to tease him even more. “Anyway, the offer is always up, so come back sometimes. See ya, Y/N-chan!” He added and then left the room, slamming the door.

However, after a few more seconds, you moved away from the man and looked at him with a frown.

“What?” He asked casually, and you slapped him lightly on the shoulder, laughing under your breath. “He was hitting on you.”

“You don’t have to act like this. You know you’re the one I come here for, you fool. And take your breakfast because you forgot about it again.” You gave him a bag with food prepared by you, and he smiled lazily in your direction.

“... I’ll continue to do so anyway.”

“Ging, you idiot. Stop destroying my reputation.”

— HISOKA

50. A breathtaking ‘goodbye’ kiss.

Hisoka loved to run away, and that was nothing new in your relationship. He appeared and then disappeared for several hours, days or even weeks without even giving a single sign that he was still alive and that he would come back to you sometime. You got used to it because after all you had been dating for four years and during that time you learned everything about each other.

That’s why you always kissed him as if it were a goodbye kiss; no matter if it was night and you just finished having sex, no matter if it was nine in the morning and you were going to the store for fresh bread, no matter if you watched a movie or the news and talked about what you would eat for dinner tomorrow. Your every kiss was long, warm, sometimes even hungry and always full of feelings.

Hisoka knew he wasn’t the perfect partner for you – after all, who leaves someone they love to go to a totally random place and challenge people to a fight, putting all of themselves at risk? Certainly no one normal. But has Hisoka ever told you that he’s a good and sane person? He was unique, but at the same time extremely irresponsible; you even liked that in him, no gonna lie.

However, on the other hand, you were never sure how long your next meeting would last and how long your next separation would last.

That was the reason why you were standing in the middle of the living room now, hugging him tightly with your eyes closed. You wanted to enjoy his presence, smell, voice and appearance because you knew perfectly well that in the next short moments or long days you might miss it.

As soon as you calmed down your thoughts a bit, you stood on your tiptoes and then reached over to his mouth to taste them one more time. They were hot as always, a little chapped and chewed, but definitely worth to touching and remembering for the future.

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auroracalisto · 4 years

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sick

Summary: you were just trying to enjoy your book. but draco had wandered into the common room, ill and very much annoyed with your constant asking if he was okay.

Notes: no warning. uh, gender neutral Slytherin reader btw. no romance/relationship, this is purely a platonic thing.

You were curled up in your favorite chair by the common room’s fireplace. A book was sitting in your hands and your mind wandered with the words inked onto the paper. It was a peaceful night, if you were being honest—the Slytherin dormitory was normally loud and jovial at night. But tonight, it just seemed quiet. It was almost unusual, but you would take anything to just sit by the fire and read.

Your eyes moved from your book to the staircase as someone shuffled down the steps.

You couldn’t help but quickly look back down at your book when you realized that it was indeed Draco.

He coughed into his hand. You wondered for just a moment if he was trying to get your attention. But that thought quickly vanished as Draco broke down into a coughing fit—the kind that brought tears to your eyes.

Hesitantly, you sat down your book and looked over at the blond. Pursing your lips, debating on whether you should talk to him, you found yourself getting to your feet.

“Draco?”

The poor boy looked up at you, wiping his mouth with the edge of his nightshirt sleeve.

“Are you alright?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, walking over to him. “You should sit down—”

“I’m fine,” Draco quickly said, scoffing softly at you. That soon turned into yet another coughing fit and the tears prickled at the corner of his eyes. He turned his face away from you.

“Should I run and find the nurse—“

“It’s the middle of—“ A cough interrupted his sentence. “It’s the middle of the night. Don’t be dense.”

Draco pushed past you, going to sit down on the sofa. He rubbed his forehead as his head leaned back against the edge of the couch.

“I could get you something—“

“[Last name],” he groaned, “Shut the hell up.”

A sigh escaped you. That’s exactly why you never offered your help to the man. You walked over and took your seat, picking your book back up. Before you could get back to your spot that you left off on, Draco began to cough again. But this time, you noticed, his tears didn’t stop with his coughing.

You frowned. “Draco...”

The poor boy pressed a hand to his forehead and you got up to go and sit beside of your crying friend. You moved his hand and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead.

“What are you—“

“Checking to see if you have a fever.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Do I?”

You pursed your lips at him but shook your head. “You’re warm, but I wouldn’t say fever warm.”

He wiped his final escaping tears, looking away from you. “If you tell anyone I cried—”

“I won’t.”

He huffed, and that once more turned into a coughing fit.

“Come on. I can take you to your room. I know a spell that will help you sleep.”

“Are you serious, [Last name]?”

You smiled at him and nodded. “Why would I lie?”

#draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #harry potter #fanfic #one shot

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animeprinces-imagines · 5 years

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Has anyone requested cuddling headcanons for the STARISH gentlemen? If not, may I?

You’ll be the first one to request this, dear anon!! I hope you enjoy ~ (rip to this post it’s been in my drafts for like a millennium im so sorry skks)

also rip there’s some spicy stuff on ren’s im sorry i had to do it to ya !!! everything is gender-neutral tho uwu

Cuddling w/ STARISH -

Natsuki -

This boy is the Ultimate Cuddler

expect to be absolutely crushed by him

despite being v tall he’ll love being the small spoon

with you as his backpack !!

gets super sleepy when you cuddle

so he’ll probably fall asleep

if he doesn’t though

then he’ll ramble about everything on his mind

so just listen to the sweet boy

please

Tokiya -

lazy ass motherfucker–

IT’S CUTE AND DOMESTIC THO I PROMISE SKSK

like he lies back on the couch with his arm over the back and you snuggle up to his side

and sometimes he leans down and gives you a forehead kiss

and you’re like “omg toki-”

and he’s like “what i did nothing who are you talking to?”

omg if u fall asleep in his arms tho it’s

GA ME OV ER

he goes mega soft and just snuggles into you

but is also panicking lowkey like “ARE THEY COMFORTABLE OH GOD”

Cecil -

omo a snuggle bug !!

whins 25/8 for cuddles i P RO MISE you

“baby/babe/princess/prince…. come hold me”

“cecil im busy-”

“P LE A SEEEEE”

if you give in you’re never leaving his arms btw

“cecil i can’t breathe-”

too bad

he likes to lay on your chest and purr,,,, we stan a whole ass cat boi

also he falls asleep in .5 seconds so don’t expect to be leaving that spot anytime soon whoops

Ren -

ok so like… how does one explain this….

ren doesn’t ASK to cuddle… he just DOES IT… the bde of this man am i right or am i right

like he’s sitting on the couch and you walk by and he just reaches out and pulls you into his arms

he LOVES LOVES LOVES your neck

so like,,, he snuggles into it and kisses it and smirks when you get ticklish or shy

“just relax, kitten”

easy for u to say bitch

¾ times,, cuddling leads to making out,, which leads to,,, u guessed it

like one second you’re just snuggling aww uwu we stan

and the next second you’re riding dick like it’s your last day on earth

what who typed that

Otoya -

cue me ugly crying up in this bitch yall

otoya doesn’t evER ask to cuddle bc he’s too shy

one time he tried to and got bright red until you finished his sentence for him

god he loves cuddles tho pls give him ALL OF THEM

he likes when you lie on his chest and snuggle into him

his heart goes doki doki ok bitch it’s so romantic they could make a whole ass starish song based on it

he’ll rub your back softly and hum to you !!! ugh !!! a boyf !!

“a-are you comfortable”

“yes, otoya, that’s the third time you’ve asked in the past minute”

“just checking”

Syo -

snuggling almost always happens one of two times

when yall are binging prince of fighting

aka you guys throwing popcorn at each other and syo shushing you every time hyuga comes on screen

but then a big scene comes up and syo is clinging to you and the cuddling just happens naturally

when you’re in bed about to sleep !! omo !!

he’ll spoon you (idgaf if you are 6′7 he is the big spoon/backpack im SORRY)

and he’ll be blushing so much omg you can practically feel the heat from his cheeks on your neck

but gOD he loves having you in his arms so don’t comment just snuggle closer and hope to god his heart doesn’t give out

was that too far

Masato -

masato has a purity ring like the jonas brothers that says he can’t cuddle before marriage im sorry

IM JUST KIDIDNG PLS DONT HARM ME LMFAO

anyway masato LOVES tired snuggles

when he’s exhausted from practice or you’re worn out from your long day

and the two of you just,,, comfort each other

and he’ll whisper sweet words in your ear omg im weak

he holds your hand too and rubs his thumb over your wrist

his favorite position is any where you can put your head on his shoulder

HE’D NEVER ADMIT IT THO

it’s obvious tho so that’s how u usually end up!! we stan !!

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thepuckishrogue · 5 years

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|| ao3 | writing blog | rdr m.list ||

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this m.list isn’t exhaustive as it only covers what i have already posted here. to keep up with my latest works head over to my writing blog that’s linked above. ((that’s where the other m.list link will take you, btw)) said writing blog is for 18+ users only. minors/ageless blogs that follow will be blocked!

↠ seriously, there’s nothing for you here if you’re under the age of 18

↠ this is effectively my rdr m.list for this blog as i’ve only really written for javi on here (well aside from this one random set of hcs for strauss)

↠ all works are poc friendly

↠ unless otherwise specified, all fics/hcs are written with a gender neutral reader character

↠ despite what this list might suggest, i do write for characters that aren’t javier lmfao. in fact i’ve written at least one piece for nearly everyone in the gang aside from micah (whom i don’t much care for, but no shade to you if you do). check out my writing blog for that

↠ links below the cut so as not to clutter up your dash/blog

nsfw abcs

↠ type: hcs with accompanying ficlets/one-shots

↠ rating: nsfw, obviously

↠ cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills.

aftercare || what they’re like after sex.

“behave,” you half chide, half plead. there’s a limit to everything, including how much pleasure the human body can take, and you’ve long since reached yours for the night.

in which javier gives you a bit of tlc after a night of fun.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

body part || their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.

“you’re staring, mister escuella.” “well you can hardly blame me—you were putting on quite a show.”

in which javier cannot take his eyes of a rather unlikely piece of your anatomy.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

cum || anything to do with cum basically…

…following the line of your jaw he works his way back until he’s able to breathe his next sentence directly into your ear: “on the bed, amor—i want to taste you.”

in which you give javier a simple, but treasured gift only to find that he’s all too eager to return the favor…

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

dirty secret || pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.

“that must’ve been one hell of a dream you were having,” you continue on, voice still laced with trace humor. “you could say that,” he manages after a moment, earning a laugh. “i don’t have to—your body’s saying more than enough.”

in which javier dreams a dream that he wishes would stay just that.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

experience || how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

|| gender neutral reader version

the man that has been holding up the bar’s back end for the better part of the last half hour looks over at you with an air of disinterest that should be off-putting, but there’s something in his glace that says ‘try a little harder, sweetheart.’

in which a young javier decides it’s time to get back in the saddle.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

|| male reader version

“just remember: this place is special, alright?”

in which the young mister escuella finds himself in a most unlikely place…

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

favorite position || this goes without saying.

“you realize that we’re literally on some netflix‘n’chill shit, ight?” “hulu.” “whatever.”

a modern au in which a glitched out app turns the night into the sweetest of clichés.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

goofy || are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous? etc.

his head tilts back until it’s resting on your shoulder, the candlelight’s flicker in his eyes mimicking the lust that dances just below the surface of their depths. with deliberate slowness he brings his bandaged fingers up to your cheek before making one simple request: “kiss them better, amor.”

in which a day involving fake birthdays, one too many beers, a game of five-finger fillet, and that damned candle leads to a most interesting night.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

hair || how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

“hey babe, i’m about to make some lunch—you want–” the rest of the sentence dies on your lips as the hastily opened door reveals a sight far more delicious than anything your kitchen holds.

a modern au in which you show javi just how much you appreciate his attention to detail.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

intimacy || how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…

his love is almost like a living thing, so palpable and cloying that you swear you can feel its velvet touch underneath your fingertips at any given moment.

a modern au in which javi shows you just how much he cares in the best way he knows how.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

jack off || the masturbation headcanon™

“miss me?” “you know i did, cariño. but what are you doing back so soon?” “it’s a long story, an interesting one too, but we can get into that later. right now i’d much rather enjoy my welcome home present…”

in which mister escuella indulges in a little self-loving while his amor is away only to be reminded that reality is always better than imagination.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

kinks || one or more of their kinks.

“we paid good money to get in here, might as well poke around a bit, yeah?” clearly he’s looking for something specific, though when you question him about what exactly that something is he just smiles that little smile that has been the prelude to trouble many, many times over the years…

in which mister escuella and his amor make their own fun at the blackwater grand theater.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

location || favorite places to do the do.

“oh mi amor. always so good to me…”

in which your fellow hotel patrons become well acquainted with mister escuella’s name…

↠ links: tumblr (f) || tumblr (gn) || tumblr (m) || ao3

motivation || what turns them on, gets them going?

“you know, you’re damn sexy when you’re all riled up, mi amor.” “oh?” “mmhmm. all that fire… fuck…”

in which your protective instincts, ahem, give rise to something quite other in javier.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

no || something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.

there are no pressures to be found here in the dawning of this new day, no demands—external or otherwise. there’s only you and him and time made slow by this pocket of calm that you’ve created for yourselves.

a modern au in which you and your lover start your day off sweet and slow.

↠ links: tumblr (f) || tumblr (gn) || tumblr (m) || ao3

oral || preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

the gang’s brief stint at colter had given all of you to a man a greater appreciation for warmth than any you’d ever known prior. Once the lowlands started to settle more fully into summer, however, that appreciation slowly morphed into resentment.

…but now, staring down at your man where he sleeps with naught but a thin blanket to keep him decent, well… the heat does have a few advantages it seems.

summer lovin’, happened so fast~♪ in which you take full advantage of the few perks that the season’s weather offers…

↠ links: tumblr (f) || tumblr (gn) || tumblr (m) || ao3

pace || are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

some night’s he’s gentle, his movements slow and methodical as he draws you deeper and deeper into your pleasure– –and other nights he’s rougher, harder, his actions bordering on the primal– –and other nights still he allows the mood to dictate the pace– but no matter what he’s always thorough—ever leaving you sated and yet somehow needing more…

there’s so many ways to love you and he wants to explore them all… || a modern au

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

quickies || their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

you let out a sleepy sigh as you arch further into your man looking for more of his touch and the action earns a husky chuckle. javier’s voice is, by far, one of your favorite things about him and when it’s thickened by sleep like this it is almost literally to die for. he knows this, of course—you’re hardly the first person to express their appreciation—and ever as always he’s quick to press his advantage.

in which javier wakes you up for a little bit of fun before the day has its due.

↠ links: tumblr (f) || tumblr (gn) || tumblr (m) || ao3

risk || are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

it’s like something straight out of a horror movie, this scenario that you’ve willingly put yourself in. you, a professional victim fleeing for their life. he, a hunter diligently seeking out his prey. not that he has to look too hard, mind. you’re hardly a master of stealth.

a modern au in which you take a not-so-leisurely stroll through the trees with mister escuella.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

stamina || how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…

you’re not playing any games tonight, not taking on any roles. the only goal that javi has in mind is to make you come apart as many times as possible and dammit if he isn’t delivering.

a modern au in which javier takes you through your paces.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

toys || do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

your world is awash with sensations.

you’ve been laying like this for the better part of an hour, nerves alight, as your man has subjected you to pleasure after torturous pleasure.

a modern au in which javier subjects you to the sweetest overstimulation session with even sweeter aftercare.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

unfair || how much they like to tease.

“use your words, amor.” it takes a few moments for your sex-fogged brain to make sense of the sentence, though once you do– “go fuck yourself, escuella.” the vehemence that you throw behind the statement might’ve had more of an impact if it didn’t come out on a moan—and, you know, you weren’t writhing against his thigh like a goddamn cat in heat.

a modern au in which javier is a tease, you’re a wreck, and john’s just fucking done.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

volume || how loud they are, what sounds do they make?

“that’s it lover, sing for me.” …normally you wouldn’t be encouraging him to be even louder, but the rented room at Saints Hotel has afforded you a level of privacy that you don’t usually get and you’ll be damned if you won’t take advantage of that.

in which you make sure that everyone in valentine knows exactly who javier escuella belongs to…

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

wild card || get a random headcanon of my choice.

“aww, look at you. is it too much for you already, babe?” he asks, voice honeyed and expression contrite as his thumb follows the line of your jaw. chest still shuddering under the force of your ragged breaths you nod as much as your positioning will allow for. syrupy sweetness crystallizes as he growls out a hard “good” before claiming your lips in a searing kiss.

a modern au in which mister escuella breaks you and you love every damn minute of it.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

x-ray || how they look with their clothes off.

no fic this time around guys. sorry about it, but i couldn’t think of anything and honestly i’m ready to wrap this thing up lol.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

yearning || how high is their sex drive?

“seriously?”

in which the pair of you can’t catch a fucking (heh) break…

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

zzz || how quickly they fall asleep afterwards.

with your head resting against his chest you can hear javier’s heart beating like a metronome, its steady thrumming easily combining with his sleep-heavy breaths to create a well-loved lullaby.

a modern au in which you and your love get some much deserved rest.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

what you want, what you need

type: smutty one-shot type deal

rating: very, very nsfw

reader gender: f!, gn!, and m!reader options are available

cws/tws: there are a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (reader receiving), jealous Javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking>/span> (reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (reader receiving). for a complete and more detailed listing see the in story note. and if i missed anything, please let me know!!

total wc: 6.6k~ or 7.5k~ depending on which version you read

“oh fuck you, escuella.” “you’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

a modern au in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. in return javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

he’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

↠ links: tumblr (f) || tumblr (gn) || tumblr (m) ↠ ao3 (f) || ao3 (gn) || ao3 (m)

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murdochmysteriesimagines · 6 years

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At Night

The crackle from the fire intensified as you added another log. The stone basin containing the red and orange flames as they danced up the chimney, provoked by the addition fuel. Returning to your chair the light was once again strong enough to read the pages of your book. A medical journal for your studies at the University of Toronto. That is where you would rather be, not the farmhouse on the request of your parents.

While they were busy vacationing down at Niagara falls you had to watch their farm, tend to the livestock, horses and make sure the river bank did not burst. Thankfully the harvest had already been collected so you only had to make sure the animals were feed and hope your class mates were taking proper notes on your behalf. It would be more convenient if you could simply ask them but your parents were never a fan of the newer technology, the most advance device they owned was an oil lamp you've known since childhood.

However that was out of your control, pushing it from your mind and back to the book in front. The silence was daunting at first, only your breath and the fire were audible. Occasionally waves from the river could be heard but otherwise it was you and the flame. When you found yourself settled the book was again priority, taking in the information as a drunk would ale.

The concentration was broken again when the faint sound of coughing being carried to you by the wind. Rising from your chair you decided to investigate, you where the only person for several kilometres in all directions and no animal could make such a noise. Putting on your coat you exited the building. The cold was biting at your exposed face immediately but curiosity pushed you forward.

As you approached the stream the coughing gets louder, still hauntingly quite. When the river came into view your lamp revealed nothing, the black water reflecting the light back at you. You were about to turn back when the coughing picked up again, letting the noise lead you to its source. You almost dropped the light in surprise.

On the rivers shore laid a man in the mud. His head was turned towards you, a mixture of blood and dirt clinging to the surface. The rest of his body appeared no better, his dark blue clothing tattered by the waves. Exposed flesh on his back screaming in agony, lacerations leading from the neck to his legs that were still submerged in the water.

Without a moments hesitation you grab the man by his under arms, balancing his body and the lantern in your hands. His skin was stone cold, he could be mistaken for a corpse if not for the subtle breathing escaping his blue lips. It was risky to move him with a potential head injury but leaving him in the river was an almost certain death sentence by hypothermia.

It was roughly thirty meters to the front door but with the extra weight you were exhausted when you pushed through the wooded entrance. In the new found warmth and light you placed your guest on his back in front of the fire. When done you noticed the handcuffs that bound his wrist together. The light also revealed the dark blue was actually a prisoner jump suit, still recognizable when caked in mud. This was a surprise but his life was still in your hands, you are a healer, not a executioner.

Despite being drained of energy you frantically ran around the house grabbing whatever could prove useful for the situation. Thankful you brought home some supplies from university, originally a resource for studying but now a tool. When you return to the living room the mystery man now had his eyes slightly open, fighting with himself to keep them that way. When you came into view the brown pools never leave your figure, filled with both curiosity and fear. You try not to pay him attention concentrating purely in your work, cleaning the mud and blood from the skin, seeming almost endless.

When free of muck you had a unobstructed sight of the work ahead of you, almost wanting to quite then and there. The left side of his face was almost caved in, fresh blood replacing any previously removed. His now bare chest was home to several deep gashes, one the length and depth of your fore finger. All of these injuries combined with the paper white skin was a sight any sensible person would run from, but the brown eyes staring back at you kept you in place. Either from fear or a sense of duty to life you stayed.

The fire burned strong through the night, illuminating the needle and thread as they stitched wounds closed. Glass bottles shining along with the liquids they contain. By morning the fire had turned to a smouldering ruin, a single line of smoke leading up the chimney. The man at some point last night fallen back unconscious, however he was at least alive. You did not know the extent of the damage however, the wounds on his chest, back and head were cleaned and covered in a white cloth to cover the horror beneath.

You sat in the same chair as last night watching him, waiting for something to happen. His hair and remaining clothes dried over night, revealing curls which fell back onto the floor. From what you could tell he was a handsome man, young and strong figured. But that would most likely change when the bandages were taken off. You were again brought from your thoughts by coughing, the man was awake.

The same brown eyes from last night found you again, less fearful this time but the pain more visible.

"Do you have a name?" You asked, the lack of sleep playing with your voice, but not remotely comparable to the grating response, a tone filled both exhaustion and pain.

"James."

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Request: Are you taking requests? Is so do you think you could do some more James gillies x reader stories please. Love your writing btw❤️

A/N: Why are these on the bottom? Because despite the obvious twist that is we all saw coming I don't want to spoil it. The gender of the reader is not specified like usual because they don't interact with anyone, so my normal strategy of making it neutral unless necessary was not needed. My apologies for the wait.

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(c.) End 2012 - Early 2013

- - #1

#Based On A You Story. Blinking cursor.

Peep my Doogie Howser blue screen. Peep my blue light. No bloc festivities, streamers, or tails to pin anything on. Pin that shit on yourself, B. Take responsibility.

“Pin The Tail” had a Max B verse on the original. Do with that knowledge what you will if what you will do is reimburse me for my strong miscellany-fact-brain game. I refined it through the arthritis of those on my personal Mt. Rushmore.

I’m unknowable, really. You should get to un-know me.

And it was an inside job, btw. Egged on by the peanut gallery, flipped the switch, gave you a parachute and some mumble-mumble about how the chlorophyll’s gonna be stunning.

I’m just another human cat, word to Grass Green. Don’t treat me like the grassy knoll. Leave them stones turnt all the way down.

But that “you” isn’t you, that’s you’s on you’s on you’s. UUU, if you will. Gotta not have it.

New swatch alert. Here. Peep the texture and the hues. That’s the interior.

Cam’ron in a Utah Jazz throwback staring back at me through a phone’s reflection. [||]. You right, you right.

Captain Quirk but the Captain Crunch Dog at the same damn time. Pretend it’s two months ago, though.

Your last.fm recent plays leave you vulnerable, if you think about it. I thought about it.

I need to remind myself I don’t do this for the little or the big dunns. Everyone needs to get their Lex Luger on from time to time. B.Y. Before Yokozuna.

So I say that to say this: “Can’t call it, might spoil it”

Performing tune-ups with some VBRs and possibly, 192s. You can only crash so many planes before you start frisking yourself in the airport.

Further and farther are in full effect. But then I remember “that’s when the money starts running” and Stoicism, and put it in hands I once knocked down.

- - #2

Spot ‘em, got ‘em. I got dirt on you, doggie.

But God made dirt and dirt bust your ass.

Or my ass. I know too much. Internal Spy vs. Spy.

I saw those stars. Had my radars up. Tangible air.

One minute it’s in the constellations, the next sixty-seconds it’s a “Superthug” if.

Hella.

No, not you. The other. But you? You’re putting together a 150-piece in the dark.

Me? S.O.L. S.O.S. But I’m like Private Ryan. So you can save that.

Oh wait, I forgot that motherfucker survived.

Anyways, haardships.

My window’s been closed but at least I have a window. But it’s lowkey amazing that a window is even a thing.

I just did what Game did with the coaching of the fat producer on ironing Dickies. But you don’t hear me, doe.

Do you hear me, doe? This is the Gawd.

He doesn’t take requests but he’ll play me, though.

But really, I did that. Sorta like what Kane said on “The Symphony.”

Anyways, indecision.

He who hesitates in peace is even worse.

The pyramids didn’t get built by throwing stones or sitting on them. But I fucked up when I entertained the E.T. theory.

I’m the man now, dog. But really, without the seven you’re not Sean Connery. You’re just…

Anyways, alternate universes. That exist in shared thought bubbles.

But that’s the only place they ever existed, nah?

But let’s thought experiment. Does that outcome satisfy?

Or is it just better than hearing a single echo against drywall?

I can give you advice on farther but my track record is a stumble out the blocks paired with a horizontal starting gun, finished off with a somersault. 1.0 - 1.0 - 1.0

Got gotted and spotted.

Need is whatever you think it is.

But try to take my arm and leg and I might be that shoe with the band between the big toe.

You can have a symphony composed of c-notes in that porcelain but if you don’t embrace that internal Hammer … well. Basslines don’t come across well in sign.

You can go on and be Big L’s Rocafella debut, but you don’t know voodoo.

But tangible is good. I mean, Tough Luv holds up pretty well eight years later.

I guess I misunderstood that originally. Or I tried to understand too soon. He was right when he said “…or rather me.”

- - #3

The last verse on “Pyramids” without the sonic context.

Strikes Back. In the Empire. They say it’s their favorite flick.

Swore my hand waved to me as it fell, in that “Hi, Hater” motion.

Took off that mask and it was a mirror. No disrespect but there’s truth to it.

Anton Chigurh in the guidance counselor’s office basically saying “heads or tails.”

Saw it with the old man. In the alt. section of the universe it was Batman Returns.

Trying to lucid dream about the Northwest in 1996, but I’m better off sleeping. And peeping those trees with the date emblazoned in a reddish orange beneath their stumps.

Subsidized Napoleon complex had me fighting on the wrong side. Got did like Waterloo.

Manila envelopes addressed to that British newspaper. Don’t you know this is the Empire?

Telepathy returned to sender.

Heard “boo” from that pocket-sized frame.

But ghosts only come for your wig when you turn your back.

“Whoa” ain’t me, that’s Black Rob.

Speaking of that song…

Come to terms with endearment.

You chose the ball and you joined me in breadth.

Another one chewing dead skin, dirt particles and textile fibers.

Carly Simon. Bet.

What came first, the wound or the egg that provided the shells that were stuck in the soles?

South West here like Northern OH. Something something “talent.”

Indecisive travel agent that forgot to build a plane.

I saw the white plates, the blue plates, and now they’re yellow. i.e. I’ve seen the Empire crumble.

Let an ocean talk for me.

What the fuck is portamento? Not worth it.

Waking up to a foreign vocabulary test. Appealing. No comprende.

Opted-in because I was loyal to the wrong things. Minus the fuckboy-isms.

He was the Pookie of venlafaxine.

Caesar: Judas.

Conversational anesthesia. Was on that Freud shit.

Liked the yellow yoshi that stomped and the one with wings.

And you can tell a lot about a man by how he uses a warp whistle. Button on the VCR.

Meant to hear Tiến Quân Ca in person but couldn’t. If he saw the inland, I wouldn’t.

Lucas Arts revisionist tip. Script = flipped. And now…

Telling the emperor “We don’t need to see all that.” I’ll say it.

And maybe worth it. But no capitulation. The sign fixed.

- Carly.

“You, Me, Him and Her” gets played twice.

The first one’s near Luxor, prolly.

Gut snitched.

Us couldn’t stop dreaming, then I couldn’t get to sleep. Both.

“I fuck around and have you sleeping underneath something”

But that last verse, though.

- - #4

Pop culture hustling and cocaine references are the way to my heart. My heart is sullen and abandoned; full of un-shatterable Pyrex-brand measuring cups.

Or is it. Racially ambiguous inquisition. Internal. In-terminal, I keep ticking. So, maybe occupied.

Don’t knock it. I’m taking out this time. To compose choppy sentences that stop before they start because I’m so non-fiction I might call myself Tumblr Game Tom Wolfe.

Looking back, YN really inspired me with his Letters From The Editor. But nah to that “Ha!”

Flirting with disaster because she sent me a flick. Y’all are too literal. Down to the ‘I’m so crazy.’

Meanings on top of meanings. Princess and the Pea. That now archaic Jay-Z and Kanye interplay. References need a new hard drive. They’re making that grindin’, too busy to stay up-to-date sound.

I’m not looking at your dues, I’m looking past you. Why are ghosts see-through but you can’t see through what you can see.

Peter Piper was too fucking picky. End of story. Citing Antwan Patton in MLA style. If you want the references, you gotta pay for this. I accept Juelz. Pay the pause forward.

Subtle is my subtitle. You can read or watch. An internet quiz will tell you what that means for you and your personality.

John on the run eating. But wasn’t gaining.

Acting like shenanigans in loosie, but there was no explaining.

No, no, no. I’m not you, rapper.

Jesus H. Pylori. The church of disrupted insulin function and latter day faints.

Glue where the flex be. Vampires that never heard about the smallpox blankets. Paul’s Boutique sample count. Dust, brother. Trying not to bite down.

That admittance, and the small BIC. Alluhdat.

Three letters. Now I feel alluhdat.

Maybe knowing in retrospect is the win. Like when they extend those legs and and hold their hands in a state-enforced half-hearted semi-prayer position saying “I hope this provides closure for your family.”

A & B convos. Split-tests. More like a two and eight.

Good things surface for those that hold elevators. Or something.

Lost the top about fitty-leven times. No lojack. Find it, then repeat. Dementia. Kojack.

No lolli. Point the finger, no Rollie. No handle, no bars. Just folly.

Was on that “If I die, I die.” Life Game Ivan Drago.

Try to be a fatalist. Unexciting Mortal Kombat finishers.

Marcus Aurelius darts onto the screen to kill the opponent with mercy.

No hip hop genius to help you. Y’all Nah Right sidebar. Newsy. Your quotient can’t save thee. Or thou. Or you. Let’s say you.

Because I’m like Jason Bourne asking himself about that one birthday party when he was an age that gets spelled out by the Associated Press. Hope unseen sequels don’t kill my simile.

We’re all trying to live facsimile’s meaning if you said it quick. Gender neutral, though.

Don’t, doe.

Because reflection requires dedication. Three’s ain’t always charming. There’s precedent. See the millionaire trying to kickflip.

I’m not a walking version of the back of the teacher’s edition history/sociology/psychology combo cost-saving textbook.

Slight of hand. Converse with it.

Phonte’s monologues on the last two from Get Back.

That’s the point. Nipsey Russell.

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