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if it's possible could you please rec your favourite bungou stray dogs fics??

OH MY GOD YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABSOLUTELY I WILL

update now that i've finally finished compiling them: this was so fun to do but a nightmare to choose (there are too many good fics) - thank you so much anon for asking it was so nice to go through my bookmarks again!!! but these are only a few of some of my favourite bsd fics.

i've got 25 here (i'll need to put them underneath a read more it's so so long omg) but if you'd like anymore, my primary blog is the same as my ao3 username and i have a lot of bookmarks there!!! they're all wonderful and i'd recommend all of them. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

(side note: i tried to post this before the latest and last bsd episode came out and i hope i made it just in time)

And if I'm blinded, will my eyes become the planets? by Yui_Kuromori (5k) - not rated

- I need to leave for a few weeks.

He tells the president in a particularly sunny afternoon. There, with the sunlight filtering through the window, the man’s hair seems to glow golden, and the lines on his face are even more pronounced. Atsushi swallows nervously and does his best not to back off. He looks up, and meets Fukuzawa’s somber eyes and feels a bit of sweat trickle down his neck.

The president sighs and closes his eyes for a second. Runs his hands through his hair, and Atsushi already feels bad about all the problems he’s causing the man. He’s about to apologize, really, when Fukuzawa pronounces tiredly.

- I understand.

They leave to get to know themselves.

( the soft whimsical road trip AU no one asked for)

I am genuinely so in love with this fic you don’t even understand - i find it really quiet and comforting. DEFINITELY underrated - it’s one of the fics i’ll always recommend

TIP: read in the middle of the night before you go to bed!! i’ve read it so many times and this personally was my favourite time to read it

yokohama bay hotel by spirallings (9k) - teen

Ryuunosuke started his channel, originally, as a means to make his sister smile and laugh when they lived in that oppressive house. It grew far beyond that and allowed them to escape, and now it's his means of income: but he has always kept a tight lid on his privacy, separating his personal life from the persona he puts on YouTube and social media accounts.

While struggling to come up with ideas, he clicks on a video on his recommended feed and it leads him to the work of a reclusive musician under the penname Byakko Chain. All Ryuunosuke knows about him at first is his singing voice, his hands, and his guitar.

And those walls come tumbling down.

this fic i think is one i didn't expect to love as much as i did - i actually just reread it, but the comment i wrote before was that i didn't remember what happened in the fic, i just clearly remember how much i loved it - the first half was amazing but it's definitely the second half that ties it altogether

also i think the way the author writes makes it so easy to imagine - like,, the imagery isn't overdone but you can kinda see what it's like and it's so sweet (it actually reminds me of one of my favourite study with me's set in yokohama - also a rec!!)

TIP: id just say somewhere quiet where you can listen to music - i could easily read it during the day but i just prefer comforting fics late at night cause they make me feel like when i wake up i can actually live out what happens in the fic (obviously i can't but it's nice to dream)

An Awkward Encounter by SapphireSunstone (4k) - teen

Imagine you're trying to leave your secret boyfriend's place only to be met with your co-worker who is also trying to leave his secret boyfriend's place and in the middle of arguing you see your secret boyfriend's co-worker and you see a glimpse of his secret-boyfriend.

Chuuya and Akutagawa's walks of shame seem to follow a similar path.

fluff and crack, what else could you ask for? side note: it also reminded me of a post i saw a while back by @hoshiumiumi (please look at their latest poe art it’s so pretty!!)

TIP: no tip, read whenever!!! might smile though so don’t read in front of your parents/friends if they’re the type of people who ask ‘oh what are you smiling at? are you texting someone?’and you don’t wanna tell them that you read fanfic

Into Your World by leedonghyucks (110k) - teen

A case gone wrong had caused Atsushi and Akutagawa to be transported to an unknown universe set 200 years into the future, where Abilities (now known as Quirks) were as rampant as ever. The renowned new Double Black have faced many fearsome enemies but can they survive the trials and tribulations of hero high school?

Spoiler alert: Barely.

a bsd and bnha crossover!! i actually remember a few of my screenshots from this - it’s a bit long compared to my other recs so far but very good

TIP: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE HOMEWORK YOU WILL NOT STOP READING THIS

Plate :( by forest_raccoon (4k) - teen

It's an accident, for once. He was actually following the Official Household Chore Schedule and doing the dishes while Chuuya was out getting groceries. But one of the plates was slipperier than he expected, and as he attempted to dry it, it fumbled just enough out of his grip to crack against the countertop, chipping a bit off the edge.

It isn’t one of Chuuya’s fancy plates. Dazai is fairly certain that Chuuya has no particular attachment to this dish at all, actually. It’s plain white and utilitarian, part of a larger set.

So Dazai can’t explain why he’s frozen in place, rooted to the floor by some welling emotion he can’t quite pinpoint.

(Alternatively: local brilliant strategist has a slight meltdown over small uncontrollable part of everyday life)

by @sensitiveheartless!! a wonderful artist and author - definitely recommend reading other fics of theirs. this one hurt me but it was so good - they also made a comic/drawing for this!!

Interest Check by featherx (12k) - teen

“I read your work in the school paper!”

“O-Oh?” Poe fixes his posture a little, and resists the urge to straighten his ribbon. He knew he should’ve tied it a little tighter than he usually does this morning. “Er… W-What did you think?” If there’s anything he takes pride in, it’s his writing; most people are turned off easily by the horror themes he likes to use so much, but on the occasion someone does appreciate them, it gives him a feeling not unlike butterflies in his stomach. If Ranpo, of all people, is the latter…

“I figured out who the murderer was in two paragraphs,” Ranpo says, holding up two fingers, like he really needs to drive the nail in deeper.

—Or, Poe writes a whole musical in an effort to impress Ranpo.

this one i recently read and fell in love with it was so adorable!!! they're both ridiculous and i love them for it <333

life's like an hourglass, glued to the table by ephemerality (2k) - teen

Outside, there are sirens.

"I called the police," the helpful cashier announces from the storage room.

very hilarious - imagining what is going on in this fic may or may not make you wheeze - it definitely made me wheeze

playing the hero by FallenNiji (118k) - teen

“How’s U.A.? Does it live up to the general public’s expectations?” Ranpo, walking with his hands crossed behind his head, wondered.

“I literally witnessed an attempted murder, discrimination, bullying and experienced a Villain attack in the first month here, Ranpo-senpai,” Kyouka deadpanned.

“Is that a yes?”

(or: izumi kyouka, reformed assassin turned detective, infiltrates u.a. and more or less willingly surrounds herself with well-known pro-heroes and other such law-abiding citizens. what could possibly go wrong?)

i will admit that i can't remember much about this fic apart from i love the character interactions as well as the characterisations and i'm always looking forward to reading the new chapter - i've also posted a lot of screenshots from this fic if yall want like a taste or something

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter (256k) - mature

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?”

“Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.”

i don't think i can bring myself to go through the pain this fic put me in again but it's really really popular for a very good reason - you definitely have to read it at least once

O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! by aptlydapper (20k) - teen

Apparently, Chuuya has a signature(s).

Apparently, removing that signature(s) renders Chuuya basically unrecognizable.

Apparently, this works on everyone.

Chuuya would have liked to know this before getting accidentally recruited.

this one is WONDERFUL - i love the story in general it's such a cool concept and it's such a cool ada chuuya au - please read it at least once

love at first sight: coffee shop edition by setosdarkness (2k) - teen

Dazai and Chuuya get stuck in the rain, and end up sharing the only available table at a busy coffee shop.

[or, plot twists in my meet-cute coffee shop AU? it’s more likely than you think]

literally anything by setosdarkness is good - they're a complete icon - one of the backbones of the bsd fandom. i won't spoil it but it was very good - also recommend all 951 (!!!!!) fics of theirs

S(he) Came In Through the Bathroom Window by PocketsizedDinosaur (2k) - teen

Atsushi deals with Akutagawa's unusual (and inconvenient) habit of not using the door.

i don't really remember what happens in this fic but i remember loving it very much and that it also hurt me very much - double hit but perfect

360 degrees by setosdarkness (11k) - teen

Chuuya gets cursed by an Ability that forces him to eternally live out his biggest regret. Unlike the other victims who end up killing themselves or hurting others, Chuuya goes into a coma.

For his biggest regret is—

[groundhog day AU with a twist, where Chuuya relives the day Dazai leaves the Port Mafia over and over and over and over—]

OH MY GOD I LOVED THIS SO SO MUCH I READ IT LIKE A YEAR AGO BUT IT WAS SO GOOD

The Next Day by psychodaog (10k) - general

Atsushi wakes up in filthy rags and dried blood. He remembers the cage so vividly and it feels real.

It looks like the place he used to call "home".

(Atsushi travels back in time AU)

a WONDERFUL atsushi travels back in time au - i need to read more of these!! if anyone has some recs please send them in!!!

Striped by AliceinHyruleBastion (8k) - teen

Atsushi found his soulmate. No big deal. Until he comes into work one day with soulmarks on his face and the office demands an explanation.

SSKK soulmate AU shenanigans with a dash of battle, sass, and angst on the side!

sskk soulmate au!! so so wonderful - i also loved part 2

pull the trigger tighter and watch our distances explode by niwakaame (oolongteas) (8k) - teen

The world looks like a big spider's web, colorful, and bright and full of light.

In which Nakajima Atsushi sees the strings of fate, and beyond that.

i forgot to bookmark this and looked for it for AGES it was absolutely amazing i loved it

You're All I ever Wanted by iheartryuu (2k) - teen

“Chuuya,” Dazai mumbles, nudging the side of his face into his partner's neck. The redhead doesn’t move, doesn’t talk. He doesn’t make a single sound. He just needs this moment to last. He doesn’t want to face what will happen when he lets go and is forced to look into Dazai’s face.

“Chuuya.” Dazai speaks with a gentle voice. “Break my chains.” Chuuya shakes his head. He rests his forehead against Dazai’s shoulder. The brunette sighs, taking a gulp. His next words almost come out as a desperate whisper. “Break my chains so I can hug you back.”

Chuuya feels his throat tighten. He didn’t expect his partner to say that. So he shakes his head once again. His voice fans against Daza’s ear, sounding smooth. “If I let you hug me back, I don’t think I’d ever be able to let go.”

— aka, what should've happened when they met again for the first time in four years.

i think this nearly made me cry - or actually did - it was so so good

The Weretiger's New Houseguest by xxSoliusxx (31k) - teen

After a misunderstanding and surveillance tape proof, Akutagawa is faced with the daunting threat of the Port Mafia. He finds himself wounded in the pouring rain, standing on Atsushi's doorstep.

i only remember some parts of this very clearly but i remember it was all wonderful!!!

Dazai Undercover by Bibliophile109 (6k) - teen

“I thought the new employee was recommended by the Special Abilities Department,” Kunikida says weakly.

The man waves his hand carelessly. “Yes, yes, Father knows someone there, it’s all very convenient. Say, would you happen to know when the lunch break is?”

Dazai puts a bit more effort into hiding his Mafia background from the ADA, and ends up pretending to be a spoiled rich kid.

ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS - I JUST REALISED I FORGOT TO SUBSCRIBE AND IT HAS NEW CHAPTERS IM GONNA READ IT THE SECOND I FINISH THIS LIST

to build a home by lonelydoctors (5k) - general

”You have got to stop looking so shocked every time I visit, Poe-kun,” Ranpo says with a grin.

“N–no, but…I thought–I guess I just–“ Poe takes a deep breath and starts again, “I thought the Agency is supposed to be on a work trip in Shinagawa today. How did you even get here by yourself?”

Ranpo straightens his posture and shrugs casually, “Why, I took the train of course, Poe-kun.”

“You what?”

this one was SO adorable - according to my bookmarks i wrote "my GOD they own MY ENTIRE HEART"

This Color Ain't It by justcallmedude (108k) - not rated

“President, I understand Tanizaki, but Kenji?” Kunikida looked about ready to snap his pen in half as he, along with most of the people in the room, stared at their head. “Kenji’s methods are anything but ideal for an undercover mission! Please reconsider!”

“It is true that Kenji’s way of handling cases is unusual,” Fukuzawa agreed. “However, it is because of his ability to talk to people that I feel comfortable assigning him as our undercover agent with Tanizaki.”

- - -

Kenji Miyazawa is the ADA's naive detective given his possibly most difficult task to date: infiltrate UA and find the student spy before the heroes become aware that there is a traitor amongst them.

earlier in this post i included a kyouka goes to ua au, this one's a kenji goes to ua au and i loved them both very much!! i love kenji's characterisation in this it's so cool

Kiss My Wounds by bloodyinspiring (62k) - teen

The mafioso inhaled deeply, chewing the inside of his lip as he formulated his thoughts together before speaking, and looked the detective in the eyes. Gin told him to go for it, and when push comes to shove, bribe the guy. But money might not fix this if he mortified himself for eternity to come when he uttered the words...

“Marry me.” ~

A lot can happen within the three months of summer... Some people get the dream job they wanted, some graduate from school, and maybe others take on a new hobby with all the excess downtime they received (or thrown in jail like Dazai).

In Atsushi's case, he didn't expect to be proposed into a fake marriage with the one and only: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

(Occasionally on hiatus due to university but ongoing!)

THIS WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY BUT IT'S DEFINITELY ONE OF MY FAVOURITES

pull out your pen and write down your memory by Seito (75k) - teen

Instantly three things occurred to Shirusu.

First, fuck, this was the world of Bungou Stray Dogs. Second, given the appearance of Dazai Osamu standing in front of her, she had landed some time relatively close to the Dark Era. And third, these words slipped out before she could stop them.

“You’re asking me out on a date?! But you don’t even like women?!” Shirusu blurted out.

And Dazai blinked back at her in surprise.

Ah fuck.

im a sucker for isekai sometimes and this is one of my favourite ones

ataraxis by lurochu (46k) - teen

For the first time in his life, Chuuya wished Dazai was there. With one touch, he could quiet Arahabaki and give Chuuya peace of mind, peace of mind that Chuuya desperately craved. But that bastard never was there when he needed him anyways.

Chuuya's slowly killing himself and Dazai's half to blame. (discontinued)

as you can see in the summary this one's unfortunately discontinued but i remember reading and loving this so much

All hail our lord and savior Chuuya Nakahara by BlowingYourMind

a series with just a lot of chuuya fics and they're all wonderful! my personal favourites are Let me help you - His dark eyes got a little lighter - Baby Executive - The worth of a subordinate in Chuuya Nakahara's eyes - Yokohama public High School- almost as crazy as their pep rallies - Learning experiences - Chuuya Nakahara's issue with Black Coffee - "You stole my wisdom?!", and Don't break the honeycomb. although these are just the ones that i've read recently or remember really well!! i think all of the fics in this series are worth reading

#live review: there’s a noise outside my window that sounds like a crossover between a horse and a chicken and it’s so loud im going to die #update: i just heard the most ‘i don’t laugh cause my laugh sounds stupid’ laugh from like a bird or something #it was the most HEHEHEHE in a scratchy voice thing #note - like one week after i started this: I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN STRUGGLING TO WORK OUT WHAT TO PUT ON THIS WITHOUT MAKING IT TOO LONG #im trying to get it out before (my) 12oclock so i can get it out before the new bsd episode (for me it comes out at 1am)#bsd fic recs #fic recs #replies #anonymous #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fics

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ponderingmoonlight · 9 days

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Gojo falls ill and reader does finishes his missions and her own missions as well do Gojo doesn't have a pile of work waiting for him once he gets better. Gojo gets better. And finds out. Hehehehe Lobe u babes

omg I love this, let's do it hehe

Reader finishing Gojo's missions when he falls sick and he finds out

Pairing: Gojo x wife!reader

Word Count: 2,3k

Synopsis: When your husband falls sick, you don't think twice about completing all of his tasks in order for him to not be stressed - even if it means multiple sleepless nights for youself. Little did you know that your husband will find out about it and thank you in his own way...

Warnings: pure fluff over fluff so enjoy, Gojo basically being THE husband for y'all, not proofread because it's already darn late here and I'm way too tired

„Oh come on, don’t tell me the honoured one caught a cold”, you playfully tease your beloved husband.

He’s definitely ill, there’s no doubt in that. The way his forehead is covered in sweat, his unusual pale face paired with his heavy breathing. Let alone the sight of his red and runny nose.

You never thought this is possible. After all, Satoru is one of the few people who are able to use revered technique. Isn’t he able to heal himself, to prevent his body from falling sick?

“Looks like I overdid it those last weeks. My body is catching up on my apparently”, he replies weakly along with a nasty sounding cough.

You know all too well these last weeks were like a trip to hell and back for him. This is actually the first time you saw your husband after one whole week of him running from mission to mission and coming home into bad past after midnight. Being two special grade sorcerers, it is your responsibility to prevent the worst things from happening. Especially during summer, the number of curses triples. And that paired with the stinging fact that jujutsu sorcerers die like flies each and every day…

It’s no wonder his body took a toll on him.

“You’ll stay here for the rest of the week, babe”, you instruct him gently while pulling a blanket up his chest.

“Nah, no chance. I’ll have a pile of work when I get back and-AH.”

It’s frightening, the way he almost chokes while coughing so roughly that it vibrates through your whole body. This doesn’t sound good at all. To be exact, you’ve never seen your husband like this despite the fact that you’ve been together for multiple years by now. If he’s feeling this miserable, it’s definitely time for a break.

“Don’t worry about that. I hold the position while you’re gone.”

Little did he know you meant that.

-a week later-

“It’s far past midnight. Why are you still up, (y/n)?”

His hoarse voice rips you out of your microsleep immediately, lids so heavy they feel like closing by themselves if you don’t pay close attention.

“Oh, just work.”

No, it’s not just work. Apart from the daily drama you have to endure, you made it your mission to complete each and every task your husband would face as soon as he comes back. You know all too well he’ll throw himself fully into work again, not thinking about his own health a single second. And to prevent that, you decided to finish his missions as well, to teach his students, to do anything in your power to prevent Satoru from a pile of work.

Including swollen eyelids, constant grumpy mood, no effort to eat and your shoulders hanging down onto the ground.

You hate to admit it, but you are exhausted. You never realized how much work your husband does during the day. Must be easier for him, though. Teleportation sure sounds nice at the moment…

“I’m worried about you, babe. Are the elders bombarding you with work again? Maybe I need to have a serious talk again-“

“No, don’t think too much about it. I’m just hanging on a bit, that’s it”, you lie.

Oh, Satoru knows it is. After all, you’re talking about yourself. You, so disciplined that you’d never leave work unattended. No, it’s absolutely impossible that you’re “hanging on a bit”. But what else is it? The dark circles underneath your eyes look like valleys in the soft light of a lamp, tired eyes failing to focus on the paperwork in front of you. Usually, this is what you’re doing straight in the morning when he’s still asleep. What keeps you so busy these last days? He has to find out, he-

He almost chokes on himself again, earning a concerned side eye from you. It’s been a week and he’s still sick to the brim. Worry lines decorate your face, palm gently resting against his scorching hot forehead.

“Off to bed with you.”

“Don’t stay up too long, okay? All you seem to do is work these last days”, your husband replies worried himself.

You sigh to yourself. That’s because you do. But leaving your husband to a pile of work after he returns to Jujutsu High only to get sick again? You grab the pen in your hand tighter, force your eyes to fully open. Only a few more days and you’ll be done. After all, you’re doing this for him, right?

Satoru is definitely worth the sleepless nights.

-a few days after-

“Turns out I’m fully back at normal again, babe!”, your husband announces proudly.

You blink against the harsh light of the merciless sun, eyes dry like sand. Only a few hours ago, you returned from a village Satoru was supposed to inspect. Well, minutes turned into hours when a special grade curse appeared out of no where and made your life living hell. The sun already began to rise when you carried yourself back into bed.

But still, you can’t help but smile at him. These last days were rough for him. Him, the strongest, passed out because of a cold. He wasn’t himself all this time, weak body bound into bed with his limbs aching.

“So glad to here that”, you mumble while pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips.

“Sleep in for a while, you look exhausted (y/n). I know you just came back a few hours ago and don’t you dare to lie at me.”

Your eyes widen in an instant, cheeks blushing ever so slightly. You were so careful about leaving and returning, his even and long breaths not giving a single hint that he might be awake.

“I’m heading to Jujutsu High, bet work piled up pretty bad. Wish me good luck and have a good rest princess, I’ll kick their asses if they try to call you!”

With one last loving glance at you, he’s gone. And you can’t help but pass out immediately.

“Guess who’s back to save the day!”, Satoru announces proudly into the room filled with his students and Yaga Masamichi who looks at him with the same disinterest as usual.

“You? Didn’t even know you even exist anymore”, Nobara mumbles while filing down her nails.

“How are you? (y/n) told us you were sick”, Yuji interjects.

“I’m completely back to normal!”

“What a shame”, Megumi mumbles under his breath.

“Sooo, what side of earth do I have to save today? I’m sure a lot of work piled up while I was gone. After all, I’m the strongest.”

Satoru stretches himself playfully, waiting for the director to tell him about all different kinds of missions, curses and teachings he has to deal with these next few days. But instead, he just shrugs his shoulders.

“What? Got nothing to say? Okay, let me guess, what about that special grade curse in the village-“

“Done”, Yaga Masamichi replies dryly.

“The combat training with the first year-“

“Done.”

“Any curses that appeared in Tokyo?”

“Done.”

“Taking care of-“

“Done.”

This can’t be true, the man in front of him has to joke. Apart from you, Satoru is the only special grade sorcerer here at Jujutsu High. No one would ever be able to fulfil some of those missions, let alone teach his students just like that. Not even the director himself is capable of dealing with that special grade curse he was talking about just before Satoru got sick. But who…?

“Didn’t your wife tell you she already managed all those things?”

Oh, he was so stupid that it hurts. All these nights he caught you almost falling asleep on your desk, the multiple times you sneaked out of bed far past midnight, the dark circles under your eyes. All this time, you weren’t only busy with your own missions. No, you actually fulfilled all of his work for him as well.

“Just the amount of work I have to do when I come back. Urgh, being sick sucks.”

“Don’t worry, love. I’m sure you’ll be fine.

Yeah, he sure as hell is. But only because you decided to make your own life living hell for two weeks straight.

“Please don’t tell me (y/n) did all of my stuff while I was gone.”

“I’ll never understand how a kind-hearted woman like her ended up with you. She didn’t even stop when I told her to and somehow managed to get information about the missions I prepared for your sick ass”, the director replies dryly.

“Call her in right now.”

Words aren’t enough to thank you for this. No, you deserve way more than that, way more than his mouth could ever give you.

“And let her leave again in about an hour.”

-an hour later-

“Again, sorry for calling you in, (y/n). Now get back home, you’re free tomorrow.”

“Thank you”, is all you’re able to reply, wobbly feet carrying you back into your car and onto the road.

You sigh to yourself. Well, you definitely didn’t expect the director to call you this early when you just returned from an exhausting mission. But who are you to say no to him? After all, it’s your job to do this, it’s your job to protect the innocent.

But…Is it also your job to answer strange questions from your students in the morning?

“Come on, use your brain! You know what the director said!”, Nobara hisses through gritted teeth, the trio sticking their heads together after you were forced to drop your haircare routine to Nobara.

“Ehm...so…well…”

“If you don’t have any further questions, I’ll go-“

“Yes! I have a question!”, Yuji screams so loudly that his voice echoes through your tired brain.

“What is it, Yuji?”, you mutter with your eyes closed.

“How exactly are babies made, (y/n)-san?”

“You’re an idiot…”, Megumi grumbles.

“Really? This is all you have left in your pea-sized brain?”

“What? You just told me to ask her something and that’s what I came up with!”, Yuji defends himself.

“Yeah, but that ‘something’ definitely didn’t include THAT!”

It’s almost as if they were forced to ask you dumb questions. You’ll definitely have a talk with your husband about their strange behaviour when you caught up on sleep. But before that…

You open the door with a swift motion.

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widen.

The usual so modern and clean living-room is now covered in rose pedals and filled with the fresh scent of sakura leaves, your couch unfolded and covered in the most fluffy blankets, pillows and stuffed animals you’re ever seen. And there he sits.

He, your beloved husband, holding up your bathrobe oh so inviting.

“What’s going on here?”, you breathe out.

Suddenly, all the exhaustion you felt earlier disappeared into thin air. Did he really do all of this for you? The candles flickering, the blankets, the strawberries covered in chocolate waiting on the table, him wearing that black t-shirt you love so much.

“Guess what, I found out what you did. Did you really think you’ll get away with stealing my work in silence?”, he teases, love dripping from each and every word he says.

“It was nothing”, you try to brush him off.

But instead, he gets up and grabs your hand in order to guide you into the dim bathroom that is only lightened by a few candles. Again, the lovely smell of sakura leaves radiates from the bathtub filled with bubbles and hot steam. Just the thought of letting yourself sink into that warm water, to finally release the tension in your sore muscles-

Before you’re even able to comprehend what’s happening, Satoru took off your clothes and lifts you off the ground with ease. Your body doesn’t dare to fight back, too weak from all the missions you completed these last days. Just the tip of your toe, relaxing in the water for a few minutes before returning to Jujutsu High…

“Nothing, huh? So you mean doing the stuff I need a month for in two weeks besides your own missions is nothing? Words can’t express how thankful I am to have such a sweet, caring and steaming hot wife”, he whispers against your ear, his fingers starting to massage your back oh so skilled.

You allow yourself to sink into his touch, to rest your eyes for a few minutes. Well, there is no denying in the fact that this was a little too much for you. All the fighting, the paper work, the heart and soul you poured in each and every work.

And then there’s him. Satoru, your beloved husband, who massages your back with his skilled fingers. How lucky you are to call him your husband, that he decided to spend the rest of his life with you. Even though he scolded you ever so slightly for managing his pile of work, you know he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat. What a treasure, how glad you are to know him, how wonderful he is…

“(y/n)?”, Satoru purrs against your ear.

You don’t response, chest rising and falling slow and steady. He can’t help but smile to himself, admiring he beauty of your finally resting face. Carefully, he lifts you out of the bathtub and covers your body in the fluffy bathrobe you love so much. You definitely deserve some rest for all the work you did these last days.

He can’t help but gently caress your cheek, making sure you’re completely tucked you underneath your favourite blanket.

“What a lucky man I am”, he mutters to himself while outlining your parted lips.

“To call someone so wonderful my wife…”

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mrshesh · 9 months

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Hello :D I saw that you write for Modern Warfare 2, so I'd like to request how the boys would react if you ask if they'd still love you if you were a worm! Hehehehe :p

"a...worm?" - modern warfare 2 x reader

overview: mw2 men reacting to you asking if they'd still love you if you were a worm

pairing: mw2 men x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff

a/n: hi anon! thanks for the request, it's really funny. i had a blast writing this. keep them coming!

x simon "ghost" riley

He would turn his head super slowly in your direction after you ask, and you can practically see the look on his face, even with his mask on 😭

He hits you with one of his side eyes, processing the question as he blinks judgementally at you.

“Fuckin' hell." He immediately sighs.

“Well? Would you?"

"Sure."

He would indeed love you, and yes, he would feed you and take care of you.

Realistically, Simon would keep you in his pocket at all times. He would also try to teach you self-defense! (Would it go horrible? Absolutely. But it’s the thought that counts.)

x john "soap" mactavish

“A worm?” He sits back in his seat, looking down at his shoes as he digs into his brain as if this is the most important question of his life. “Yeah, I think I would."

Before you know it, you’re discussing your worm life with Johnny in full detail, with him explaining how he’d build a small house for you in his backyard.

Immediately bursts out laughing at the thought of you as a worm crawling around with a gun on the battlefield.

“As long as you don’t cheat on me with some other worm lad, I’d still love ya, bonnie.”

x kyle "gaz" garrick

He, like Simon, hits you with one of his side eyes.

He actually thinks about it for a hot minute, though, going through the pros and cons of this hypothetical situation.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He concludes, shrugging as his thoughts return to the mental list of the upsides and downsides of you turning into a worm.

“The biggest pro is that I can protect you easily. The biggest con is that you’re a worm.”

He gets so into this scenario, discussing the matter with you as if it’s forthcoming.

“What about you then? Would you love me if I was a worm?” He returns the question, his mind still wandering. Would you have shelter? How would he feed you? Would he accidentally stomp on you? “Yeah, I would. We can be worms together!” “Word.”

x john price

“Where do you come up with this stuff?”

He rubs his eyes almost urgently, a light groan coming from him as he breathes heavily. He’s trying to act all tough and unbothered, but in reality, he’s melting inside. He thinks your thought process and comfortability with him is adorable.

“I’d have to be extra careful with you, wouldn’t I?”

He runs the scenario in his head, playing it back and skipping forward like a movie. He’s very conflicted. It’s hard to love a worm, but it’s not just any worm - it is you!

“Sure.” He shrugs while his eyes lock in with yours. His face is to die for. He looks so done.

Realistically, he’d keep you in an aquarium full of dirt. It would be in his office so he can keep an eye on you to assure you aren’t doing something absurd, as worms do.

x alejandro vargas

Oh, he’s living for this.

You can’t help but snicker a little when he starts laughing at your question. He’s even smacking his thigh with his hand! It can’t be that funny… it’s a simple question!

He wipes his teary eyes when he can feel his hearty laughter calm down.

“Mi amor, you’re too funny. Yes, I would.”

He’d keep you in his pocket, regularly feeding and petting you. He’d also talk to you constantly, knowing you can’t do anything about it - the thought of it makes him giggle.

“You’re not planning on turning into one, right?”

x phillip graves

“...What?”

He’s so confused. Why are you asking him this?

He rolls his eyes at your expression. Your deviance drives him insane, but it also makes his heart flutter.

He tries avoiding the question, but you keep poking and prodding - it’s safe to say he’s not getting away without an answer.

“You’re driving me crazy, sweetie.” He sighs, shaking his head in exhaustion. You can see the corners of his lips curl up when you cackle at his response.

“It would be difficult, but I’d try. Only because it’s you.”

He would have a hard time originally, but he’d grow to love your worm self. It’s still you, after all.

x könig

“Hm… I suppose I would.”

His eyes narrow when he thinks of you as a worm. He’d fancy it if you don’t turn into a worm, but he’d still absolutely adore you.

“You really would?” “Yes. But wouldn’t that be kind of difficult?” His voice is as soft as ever, which tells you he’s genuine. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, and he doesn’t want to lie to you - which is ironic since he’d take the best care of you out of all these men!

He would always keep you on his shoulder and talk to you constantly. You would always be full and entertained, and he would be inclined to pet you regularly.

He would be afraid to hurt you on accident. He’s a big guy! So he would be cautious with you.

You would also be in his hands a lot! He would love holding you.

“But I’d prefer it if you stay like this, schatz.”

x horangi

His head snaps in your direction instantly. His eyebrows furrow unhesitatingly, but he’s soon giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Jagiya… you are crazy.”

He, like Kyle, starts thinking about this as if it’s inevitably cropping up.

“I would. Just don’t slither all over my face.” “I said worm, not a snake, Jin.”

He’d keep you on his helmet/his head most of the time. He would remember to feed you every time he eats, and like Simon, he would try to teach you self-defense. He’s already protective of you, but if you were a worm? He’d be your bodyguard.

“What do worms even eat?” “I don’t know. You’re gonna have to figure that out.” “Wait- don’t tell me you’re turning into one?”

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months

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Hey, I was wondering if you could do a Chesshire reader x yandere demon slayers were they're out on a mission and come across demon reader and after the demon slayer sees the demons skill they want them but before they can get the reader, they vanished so now the slayers are after the reader on a search for them

(You don't gotta do this,I know it sounds weird but I thought of it and since I suck at writing I thought you could write it Please?)

Cheshire Demon Reader | Yandere Demon Slayer

You are like Tamayo, acting on your own from Muzan Kibitsuji. With a smile as wide as the crescent moon you can easily make yourself disappear long before the drop of a hat. Something you seem to use in order to avoid others from apprehending you both against demons and their slayers. You’re akin to a mischievous yokai that simply appears to mildly inconvenience the townspeople, who are probably well aware of you. But when confronted about you they just shake their heads and wave their hands–”Ah them? They're no problem, just a sneaky yokai that likes to play tricks but when it counts they’ve got our backs.”

And you do, enough to attract the attention of the demon slayers whose targets are no longer existent. Wondering who or what is killing these demons that have been so hard to track down. Only to find your smiling visage disappearing into the dark of the night:

Kyojorou Rengoku

“WELL….YOU DON’T SEE THAT EVERY DAY!”

He’s been put on a mission to catch a demon on the run

Eating people and destroying the remaining lives in its wake

So he arrives greeted by the people who both curse and rumor about Cheshire (Y/n)

And when night hits he finds a civilian in distress

Only to be seconds behind at the flick of your disappearing tail

The demon is subdued and he can only look at the demon pleading to die

“Oh, flame guy! Don’t you have the sword that’ll kill that thing? Go ahead, I wanna see what it looks like to die that way.” “OF COURSE! I PLAN TO! BUT WHY HELP ME?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He’s persistent

And he decides to keep finding out more about you

“Why don’t you make like a tree and leave flame boy?”

“YOU’D LIKE THAT RIGHT? THEN COME WITH ME, I DON’T THINK I’D BE ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU AFTER THIS!”

He loves you for your willingness to protect the humans around you

He doesn’t mind your mischievousness

But he’d appreciate it if you weren’t so slippery to catch

“COME DARLING! There is no reason to run! I have no plans to eliminate you. IN FACT IT’S QUITE THE OPPOSITE!”

Tanjiro Kamado

Same mission

He’s led by the scent of the demon

Only to catch another

It smells like Ms. Tamayo except its more curious

“Well well, who is this young sprout? I’ve never seen you before, what’s your name?”

You meet him earlier on

He probably doesn’t realize you're a demon though

Instead blushing at just the way that you are

Completely unaware of the way you’ve stolen his food

“Huh!? I just had it?”

“Ah, it must have been (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah, they’ve been awfully curious about newcomers as of late.”

He doesn’t mind it until he’s getting slapped around by the demon

Ready to pull out all the stops until you intervene

Saving his life and further making him fall in love with you

“I-I-I–”

“Awww don’t get your kimono in a twist baby Tanjiro.”

“I–”

“Ciao.”

It takes some time away when he decides to pursue you

You’ve broken away from Muzan so it's a given that he should want to know more about you

Don’t mind the weird bets he tries to instigate with you

“I-I-I’ll have you marry me! If I win you have to marry me!”

“Whoa whoa, that’s hilarious little boy…Let’s do it.”

Iguro Obanai

“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to kill you, now.”

“Oh, will you then–!”

You’ll have a blast with him

He’s such an antisocial outcast he’s perfect prey for your antics

He’s such a downer the townspeople are slow to inform him about your reputation

“Stop! Stop moving!”

“Ha ha okay.”

“No wait–don’t!”

“Hehehehe.”

He gives up on killing you

When you interrupt him again

It’s to bring an end to the demon

And he quiets the attraction that bubbles in him when you terminate the demon

“Why…why would you save the people? As a demon.”

“ Don’t know. It’s fun here. And I won’t stand for anyone disrupting that.”

He figures he can take you

After all, they let that stubborn kid keep one

Why can’t he?

“Just come with me and I’ll stop bothering you.”

“Hahaha, that’s hilarious. Why would I stop now!? This game of cat and mouse is one I’m quite good at!”

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obsessedwithyouxx · 20 days

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Pt. 1 of Random Sodapop headcannons bcz why tf not

I don’t have these thought out in advance I’m js writing as I go so i take full blame for mistakes and shit

- He totally has a high pitched girly scream

- Yk how Pony commented on his spelling in the letter? Well news flash: Soda cannot spell for his life.

- His handwriting is a messsss

- Him n Dal have a shared fear of spiders and they totally got trapped in a room together with a spider one time and were screaming at each other to kill it

- He’s like SO oblivious you can full on shove a pickup line right in his face and he won’t realise your flirting until you outright say “I’m flirting with you.”

- He did go to Vietnam after the books events but he DIDN’T die bcz i said so😊

- Food colouring in everything he cooks. If it’s not food colouring, it’s mixing the most weird ass food combinations. It was already mentioned me made green pancakes, well, some of his other favourites were his pink muffins, blue potato mash and purple roast.

- All of the above (and most things he cooks) taste like absolute dog shit, but his brothers eat it to make him happy (Soda actually enjoys it)

- He gets bored way too easily and can’t sit still for his life

- He genuinely loves the snow and will spend hours in it without even realising he’s cold, but the moment Darry drags him back inside he basically collapses in the couch

- He’s totally sick all Christmas season, like, the reddest nose you’ve seen and sniffling all day which he loves complaining about, but the moment someone actually takes him seriously he’s all like “no I’m fine don’t worry about me”

- He totally uses his fingers for math but them moment he doesn’t have enough fingers he’s screwed

- Whenever he has to write out checks (what’s a check? don’t ask me i don’t think i used the right word) or whatever you call it where you like write the (receipt? the bill?) the amount something costs for the customers at the DX he just gives it to Steve bcz he A) can’t do math and B) can’t spell and C) his handwriting looks like a dog spewed its guts everywhere

- He he totally the type of guy to be watching a horror movie with his friends and then be laughing at everyone who’s scared but the moment he actually looks at the screen there’s a massive jumpscare and he screams soo loud

- you could send him to get the groceries, and instead he’ll come back with every weird trinket he finds OTHER than what’s on teh shopping list

- he was totally part of the Ponyboy naming team, like, he was so obsessed with horses that he kept asking for a horse and so his parents told him “you’re getting a little brother, not a horse” and then he started saying Ponyboy

- when they used to attend church, pony would be half asleep, Darry would be sitting, listening, but soda would be basically bursting at the seams and end up making the randoms most off topic comments

- and when his brothers didn’t react to that he’d start elbowing them and trying to get their attention but just end up getting told off

- the same thing basically happened in school too

- He’s lactose intolerant which is technically kind of canon bcz it was in a fanfic the S.E. Hilton herself wrote

- He’s also totally one of those people who will have the randomest allergic reaction and brush it off like it’s fine even though he’s practically anaphylactic or sum shit

I’ve written too much but yall are totally getting a part two heheheh

#the outsiders #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop curtis #dally and soda are hot as shit #sodapop is the loml though #sodapop headcanons #headcannons

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sapphicseasapphire · 1 month

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It is I! The person who called Malon a woman of steel! Honestly something about your answer is so sweet but also horribly dark. Everyone Time knows will eventually die.

(Well, I don’t know about Saria, or the other Kokiri… no idea what happened to them in the child timeline. Or how their lifespans work… my only hope is that his little forest friends stay alive super long so that he isn’t as lonely…)

the dude’s gonna outlive his own KIDS. And that begins my next big question. Time likely had kids after becoming a God. And if that truly is the case, his kids are Demi-Gods. Would his kids be like Twilight? How long is the lifespan of someone who is only part God?

(Anon •••)

Okay. I read this and then literally paced around my dorm room thinking about how to properly answer this question without going on a million tangents about forest spirits and how Faron Woods from Skyward Sword is just the Lost Woods but before the Lost Woods were a thing and Wars and Wild and Flora and a million other things.

So here is my (hopefully concise) very much rehearsed response:

Time’s children are mortals. The way I treat Gods for this au is either you are one or you aren’t, and there’s no in between. Mortals can possess the powers of a God, either through genetics or having earned from a True God, but their lifespans are that of the average Hylian. And, like I said in my miscellaneous lore post, anyone with God Powers needs to Awaken them.

Time’s children are no exception. They have the potential to be very powerful, being the first generation direct descendants from the literal God of Time. They have their Marks, which are completely unique to them- no real resemblance to Time’s- but they cannot use their powers until they’re properly Awakened. And because God Powers are rooted in desperation, there’s a very good chance that Time’s children will never Awaken their powers.

There’s really only one example that I can give you that’s a) a fully fleshed out idea and b) not a spoiler, and that’s Twilight. God Powers, in their purpose, are not genetic. The potential, the strength, are all dependent on the amount of God Blood (icky wording) that one possesses, but what those powers do is completely unique to each person. Twilight Awakened his powers when he was very young, in a life or death situation. He had no other choice than to shift, and so shifting was the power he was given. I cannot stress this enough: God Powers awaken when there is no other choice.

I can’t imagine that Time and Malon’s children would ever find themselves in such a situation. When your dad is a God, not much can hurt you.

But yeah! Time’s story is extremely tragic! But we can take solace in the knowledge that he will not face eternity alone. As I mentioned before, Warriors will stay with him. Wild, also a spirit, is pretty much immortal as well. And so is Flora. I’m… not saying that it will be pretty. Thinking about Time’s fate has brought me to tears many times.

…. Hehehehe

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #i answered question #cryptid lore #sapphire rambles way too long #my bad #I really tried to keep things short this time #anyway GOD LORE #cryptid time #links meet au

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carlgrimesenthusiast · 9 months

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reader is new to alexandria so rick asks Carl to show her around, she's distant and is full on guard since she doesnt trust anyone yet, carl tries to convince her that she's safe now, "Look, I know this must be scary for you, to be alone in this world, but you're safe, now. You can trust us, we'll - I WILL keep you safe." hehehehe

YOU’RE NOT ALONE || carl grimes x fem!reader

a/n: hi anon, i love the idea of this!! i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy reading this. buckle in, this is a long one!!

ever since the apocalypse started, you’ve been all alone. hell, you haven’t even met anybody that was true to you. sure you’ve met some people along the way but they’ve never stuck by your side. they’ve died, left you or simply tried to kill you. you knew that there would be some people who would try to murder you, so of course, you had ways in your head to protect yourself. you didn’t mind meeting people though, it meant that they could share whatever supplies they had, food, water, etcetera.

you weren’t the best at hunting either, you had to ration your food or simply have to find food like everyone else. clean water was hard to find, you either had to filter the water or go to wrecked out supermarkets hoping they’d have something.

some days you hit bullseye, finding an abandoned store full of food and water. some days were the worst, you would’ve been treading around everywhere but couldn’t find any source. your legs tired, sweat dribbling, feet aching, back aching and you arms becoming lazy. you couldn’t stop walking until you found somewhere safe to stay the night else you definitely would regret it.

these problems all disappear as soon as you come contact with two men. one with dark, long dark brown hair with a beard coming and the other guy with soon to all be grey hair with a shaven face.

“how old are you?” one of them ask.

“16.” you lied. you have no clue how old you are since you don’t even know what year it is, what month is or date.

“how many walkers have you killed?” the other asks with his grasp voice.

“every single one i come across.” you thought walkers were what they called the creatures, and you were correct. you‘ve seen many, many walkers and have killed them all. the more gone, the less there are which means the easier to live. it was easy anyways, they were slow, anyone would be able to outrun them.

the two guys glance at each other, “how many people have you killed?”

“2.” you sigh, you didn’t know if they thought that’s bad or good.

“why?” he questions, not daring to look away.

“one of them tried to steal my supplies and the other one tried to kill me.” you didn’t want to die, you wanted to see how long this apocalypse would last and if the world will turn back to normal. there were very low chances of that happening but a girl can hope.

the two guys look at each other and nod, “come with us, we have a safe place you can stay.” your eyes lighten up. you did not expect that, your jaw dropped.

“seriously?” you ask, shock filling your expressions. the one with long, dark brown hair simply nods.

“the names daryl ‘nd thats rick.” he points his thumb in ricks direction.

“y/n.” you say, “let’s get to this place then.” you start walking ahead of them.

you didn’t make it to six steps before one of them spoke, “it’s this way.” rick points in the other direction.

“oh, okay.” you embarrassingly turned around and made your way to the correct direction.

“this is alexandria.” rick says, someone behind the gates dragged it open, revealing all the beautiful houses. just like before. the trees tall and thick, smiles on everyone’s faces, people doing daily jobs, families taking walks. just like before.

they gesture for you to go in first as you do so, “where did you find her…” you heard someone whisper from behind you, you turned around to see a girl with long, black hair and brown clear skin.

“we just came across her, she’s young, we can’t just leave her.” rick whispers back, you noticed daryl wasn’t there anymore. you turn around to look where he disappeared off to. you saw him walking off into the distance, he’s probably not that sociable. “so,” you were bought out of your thoughts, rick started walking off so you followed where he was going, “i’ll get my son to show you around since there’s other work to be done here, everybody has a job. you need to contribute to help us move forward, if you have a problem with that you can happily leave.” he glances down at you. “you can help sort the food out, make sure equal amounts go to each household, go on a run and find weapons or food, planting to grow our own vegetables, sorting out supplies, making sure that each house have toilet paper, towels, all the essentials.” you nod as you heard him list everything. planting sounds the best to you but sorting out supplies brings you more satisfaction.

as you walk across the road, many people wave and smile at rick. he returns them all, putting his thumbs up at everyone whilst smiling as well.

“carl!” he shouts, a boy with long, brown hair turns around. he was wearing a cowboy hat and a flannel shit unbuttoned with a white shirt beneath. “this is y/n, you need to show her around. show her how the different jobs work around here, each area and also her own house.” rick explains. you get your own house?! woah this is gonna be fun

carl looks down at you. you weren’t incredibly smaller than him, just reaching about his eye length. “yeah, okay dad.” rick walks off going to do whatever. “so, how old are you.” carl asks, you follow wherever he’s going.

“16.”

“seriously? me too.” carl chuckles. it wasn’t funny. you thought. you raised your eyebrows quickly, giving a close lipped smile just to be supportive to him. “do you have any siblings.” what do you think? if i did, they would be by my side. you hesitate to answer, you didn’t know if you good trust these people. this whole place was too good to be true. to be honest, you didn’t remember if you had any. your mind went blank. you look up to see carl staring right down at you, carl could sense that you were probably scared. “hey-“ before carl could say anything else he was interrupted by some girl. she has brown hair and fair skin.

“carl, judith is crying for somebody. i can’t find your dad or michonne.” the girl has a worried expression on her face. “who’s this?” she points towards you. she looks you up and down, daringly. you crossed your arms.

“enid, this is y/n. y/n this is enid.” carl says, swaying from side to side slightly with his hands in his pockets. “i’ll be there soon, i want to finish showing y/n around.”

“oh, okay. be quick.” enid smiles up at carl, then looks at you and walks away.

“anyways, let me show you where we do the planting.” carl says, he walks next to you, side by side. he brings you to an area with rows of soil and grass. carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, potatoes and more all growing. you could see that the lettuce were grown and somebody was removing them from their roots. another gardener was giving the soil water. water. you haven’t had fresh, clean water in a very long time. now you know what the first thing you would do, would be.

you space out, and it was very visible to carl. “hey,” he waved his hands in front of your face, bringing you out of your thoughts. “you good?” he looks concern. you just stared up at him, studying his features. your eyes started to blur, you felt…guilty. your family wasn’t here to share all these wonderful things. the amount of luck you had was impeccable. their bodies were decomposed, nothing left but a pile of bones. and here you were, bathing in all this sunshine and happiness. an accidental tear slipped down your face. “y/n, are you alright? what happened?” your head shot in carls direction, which was very close to your face. you hand immediately wipes off the tear that fell.

“can you just show me my house.” you didn’t dare look at carl, already embarrassed from crying right in front of him. why did you have to cry now?! you could’ve done it when nobody was in sight, were nobody would see or judge you. carl felt bad for you, but had no clue why you were upset. he knew that the best thing to do was just show you were your new home would be.

“this way…” he walks ahead of you this time, thinking that this all startled you or it’s too much to take in right now. i mean, he understands at some angle, and he knows everyone would react differently. he just didn’t expect crying, but all to their own. he occasionally did check behind him to see if you were behind him and didn’t just walk off. “here.” you reach the house, looking up to see chairs sitting out. you walk up the stairs, turning around and looking at the rest of the houses, all so beautiful. carl opens the door, letting you go in first. you enter in, turning on the light switch. all the furniture, nice and neat. not a speck of dirt anywhere. sunshine beaming into the room, you love it. “hope you like it.” were the last words you hear from carl before you heard the door shut. you walked around the house your house. the thought of not needing to pay for the house, and owning a house at your young house surprised you! you ran your finger against the kitchen counters, marble. you continue to look around the house, all this made you so happy.

the next morning came, and you open the drawers to see fresh sets of clothing. you put them on, not needing to shower since you took one last night. you enter your bathroom to see…perfumes? two perfumes. you spray it on your clothes, quite nice. you heard a knock on the door, you travel down the stairs and open the door to see…carl standing there.

“hi y/n.” he gleams at you, “you feeling better today?” carl asks, your heart warms when he asked you that. maybe you could actually trust them…or at least carl.

“yeah, much better. that shower really made my mood go up.” you smile, carl chuckles. you weren’t lying, that hot shower really did it for you. finally feeling clean is the best thing you could hope for, especially in a apocalypse.

“that’s really good,” he smiles, “but it’s time for your job…since gardening was the only thing you saw, do you want that as your chore?”

“okay.” you didn’t mind gardening, in fact, you were going to choose it regardless. it was calming and peaceful and quiet, and not tiring. plus, it was fun.

“hey, uh, you should know that you can trust us…” carl looks down at the floor, shy. he looks back up at you not taking your eyes off of him. “ look, i know this must be scary for you, to be alone in this word, but you’re safe, now. you can trust us, we’ll - I WILL keep you safe.” carl spoke confidently. your gaze on carl softened, he was pure in the heart. “my dad told me that people you’ve met before coming here have treated you disgustingly, but i can assure you, that will not happen. nobody will be nasty to you, treat you wrong. you’re safe here, i’ll be your personal bodyguard.”

you giggle, carls eyes lightens as he sees you laugh. the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard. “you’ll be my personal bodyguard?” you laugh, you like the thought of having carl be one. you can trust him, can’t you. it’ll take time for him to fully gain your trust, and carl knew that.

a/n: she’s a long one, wasn’t she? i need to start putting this much effort into my next ones. hope you enjoyed!! (my longest fic) not proofread!

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes smut #carl grimes twd #smut #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes angst

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deathisararemercy · 1 year

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Hello! Can I plz request Death x wolf! Immortal! Reader where Death gets jealous when someone flirts with his s/o? It's ok if no! :)

Kind of the Jealous Type

Death x immortal!wolf!Reader

A/N: Howdy anon. I'll have you know that I literally started going "hehehehe-" reading this request. I was absolutely thrilled to write this. It turned more into Muerte defending a reader from unwanted advances but I hope it still works? I'm sorry it took so long to finish your request. Thank you for your patience and for sending in a request! Also I did finish writing the last part late at night without my glasses on, so please yell at me if there are typos/glaring obvious errors.

Content warning for mentioned attempts at murder/violence (no death), unwanted advances

Wandering the world alone isn’t very fun, especially if you’re immortal. An immortal’s life is spent drifting around like a ship on the sea, drawn towards each and every light on the distant shore. But all of those sparks of light eventually begin to blur into a hazy glow with no real distinctive source, and in the end, there is no real home for you to sail back to.

What makes it worse for you is the fact that you were a wolf, an immortal wolf that dozens have tried to kill and failed to do, an immortal wolf that people couldn’t help but fear, just a little, even though you really meant no harm.Who’s to say those little lights on the distant shore were not just torches accompanied by pitchforks, ready to drive you out of town? Wolves are social creatures, but you had no one to talk to, and no one to wander with.

That is, until you met Death.

It was after another attempt at your life. People didn’t seem to get the message that you literally could not die. Any attempt to end your life was fruitless. But that didn’t stop them from trying. You survived like always, and there in front of you, as you wiped away the dirt from your muzzle, was Death.

Initially, you thought that the wolf would resent you. He could watch you get hurt, beaten, and bruised over and over and over again. But he could never see you die. He could never collect your soul. He could never take you to the spirit world. You were invulnerable to him and his silver sickles.

But to your surprise, he asked you to walk with him. He helped you find what you needed to heal your body, silent and solemn, and set you off on your way. But you saw him more frequently, even when you weren’t being hunted down with a bounty on your head. And over time, you grew used to each other’s presences. You recognized each other from a distance and every so often, would fall into conversation.

And though you two kept away from those lights on the distant shore, each conversation you had with Death felt like a lantern being lit on your ship. With each conversation, you felt your eternal life come alive with color and distinction. You never had to fear Death, but you could fall in love with him.

So when he asked if you thought it was possible for Death to be in love with someone, you hesitated.

“Maybe? I don’t know.” You picked up the drink you had ordered, spinning the cup and not letting a drop spill. The cantina the two of you were sitting in was busy, but few people paid you any mind, more focused on their drinks and food. It also helped that the two of you wore your hoods inside. It was temporary refuge and peace. You glanced at the wolf sitting next to you from the corner of your eye. “Death being in love…Are we talking about death, the concept or Death, the…you?”

He flashed his pointed teeth with a slight tilt of his head. “Either, or.”

“I’d give it a solid maybe for both.”

“That’s a paradox, lobito,” the wolf chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. “ ‘Maybe’s can’t be solid.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little too, still spinning your cup.

“Death being fond of an immortal like me sounds a bit strange to me, you know.”

“I never said it was you.” He recoiled at the sharpness of his own words. You felt your heart sink. Death placed both paws around his glass so tightly thought he might break it. “But…it’s not every day you meet another immortal talking wolf.”

“Yeah, what are the odds, right?” A drop of your drink spilled onto the bartop. You wiped it away with your paw. And someone placed their hand on top of yours. You looked up.

A grizzled beard covered most of the man’s face, but charming black eyes leered back at you. “ ‘ello there, pretty.”

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped, a slight edge to your voice as you quickly drew back your paw. Please don’t try to kill me. Not here. Not now. Not next to him.

“What? You should be thanking me. I figure a wolf like youse hasn’t gotten many compliments before, eh?”

You blinked. Was this guy serious? You shook your head, downing the rest of your drink in one go. “I get plenty. They call me the Unkillable Beast.”

The man guffawed, sitting in the empty stool next to you. “Seems to me you’ve got a pretty twisted idea of what a compliment is.” He moved his seat closer, leaning uncomfortably close. “I can call you all sorts of pretty names, little beastie.”

Something slammed next to you and the bar went silent. Death had drawn one of his sickles, slamming it into the bartop. The wood had splintered, and reflecting the wood in the candlelight, the sickles seemed to gleam a rusty red. Like dried blood.

“We were just having a friendly little chat. Now, I don’t want any trouble. But,” the man sneered, pointing at the sickle, “You don’t bring farm tools to a bar fight. What poor chap did you nick those off anyway?”

You felt a cold but firm paw on your shoulder. Now, Death was horribly close. You could hear a low growling from his throat. “They’re mine. Always have been. Since the beginning.”

“Come out with that thing in hand, eh?” the grizzled man cackled.

“You could say that.”

You didn’t see him move. You just felt it. The release of weight from your shoulder. A slight cool wisp of air. The flap of cloth. The quiet shing of a drawn weapon.

The man leaned half out of his seat, the tip of the sickle pressed beneath his chin. Within seconds, his breathing became hoarse and ragged. Death’s eyes flashed with a devious spark.

“Muerte,” you hissed, tugging on his poncho.

He ignored you, licking his muzzle. “Life flashing before your eyes, amigo?” The man gulped, nodding furiously. “Good. I want you to look back through it and think of all the unwanted advances you’ve made, all the people you’ve made feel uneasy, while all the people who hold them dear either are unaware or have to watch, unable to speak. Is that a life you want to see before you die?”

“I don’t want to die,” he whispered breathlessly, “I don’t want to die. Not like this. Not now.”

“Do you regret it?” The wolf pressed, leaning over you to get closer. “Do you regret what you did?”

“Yes, yes, please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, please, please.”

With a relaxed smile, the wolf quickly sheathed his sickle and sat back down at his seat. He held your paw tightly in his, leaving the man to catch his breath. Nonchalantly, he ordered another drink for you. His eyes widened when the man still sat at his seat, blubbering a little and clutching at his chest. Death leaned back over and quietly said, “Run.”

The man leapt up from his seat and was out of the bar in the blink of an eye. “You really didn’t have to do that,” you murmured as he slid your new drink to you.

“Nonsense. You paid for my drink last time.”

“You know what I was talking about, Muerte.”

“What else was I supposed to do when the wolf I’m in love with is getting hit on? And when they’re clearly very uncomfortable.” You blinked rapidly as he took another sip of his drink. He swept the wood splinters to the floor. “Besides, that man deserved to have a lesson taught to him.”

“You’re in love with me?”

“Was it not obvious before?” he teased in mock disbelief. “I thought it was obvious by the third time we went to a bar together. And all the pet names, lobito.”

Your tail was wagging now. Dammit. Well, why not take him down with you? You kissed him on the nose, quick and chaste. “Well, I suppose I can say I love Death, even though I can’t really die.”

“Really now?” You peeked down and his tag was wagging furiously. He made lame attempts to stop it, refusing to break eye contact with you when you looked back up. The grin on his face was infectious.

You grinned. “Really. I love you.”

=x=x=

“But as much as I appreciate the sentiment, please don’t kill anyone for me.’

“I’ll try not to.”

“¡Lobo!”

#puss in boots #puss in boots death #puss in boots muerte #death x reader #muerte x reader #x reader #.writing #request #anonymous

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deanstead · 1 year

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Private Life

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: When a rumor puts you under the spotlight, Jay makes a suggestion to try to keep the situation under control.

Square Filled: Fake Dating for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Word Count: 5K+

Tags/Warnings: friends to lovers, mentions of stalking, threats, allusions to attempted sexual assault

A/N: Okay, this got totally out of hand LOL. Thank you to @sheetsonfire as usual for beta services and encouraging me to go ahead with this hehehehe

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You slid into the seat opposite Jay, smiling at your favorite drink already sitting on the table.

Jay didn’t say anything, merely sliding his phone over to you. “You have anything you want to tell me?”

You frowned, taking the phone from your friend, your eyes sliding over the headline.

“Since when do you read gossip columns?” You asked, your eyes scanning the headlines as you glanced up at him, angling an eyebrow upwards.

You’d been friends with Jay for as long as you could remember and if someone had asked you when you’d first met Jay, you weren’t even sure you could give a definite answer, like the memories had long folded into each other and you couldn’t remember a time in your life when you weren’t Jay’s friend. Well, at least that’s if you could be friends with someone you were attracted to and who you had mounting feelings for. Sure, you and Jay were friends.

The edges of Jay’s lips turned up in a cheeky smile. “And since when do you date lead singers from popular bands?”

You made a face at him. “I don’t.”

You glanced back at Jay’s phone in your hand.

Is Patrick Miller dating?

The headline was accompanied with a photo of you laughing with Patrick Miller, the lead singer of one of the most raging popular bands, Helix.

You rolled your eyes. “I write a music column. Wouldn’t I have to go see Helix if they’re in town? It’s work.”

Jay grinned, taking his phone back just momentarily to shake it in front of you again. “Work, huh?”

“Shut up. Stop basking in my misery. This is going to be a disaster.”

It definitely was a disaster.

At first, you’d decided to ignore it, and the band’s publicist had called you and agreed that it was a good idea, hoping it would die down.

But you regretted it after a week, especially when you got a threatening letter show up at your office.

You’d thrown it away, ripped it up and tossed it into the bin below your desk, the threatening words about how you’d better leave Miller or else long forgotten as you headed back out of the office for another interview, thankfully with someone other than Helix.

You’d gotten the letters with increased frequency for the next few weeks, but you’d started taking photos of them before tossing them out. Maybe it was that little voice in your head that resembled Jay Halstead, but you’d done it anyway, just in case.

“This is getting out of hand.” Jay said, as he sat across from you.

“What?” You asked, looking up.

Jay gave you a reproachful look, before he showed you his phone. “They’re crawling all over your social media, they’re digging up photos from years ago, and I could get some of them arrested or at least sued for the things they’re posting.”

You heard the quaver in Jay’s voice that told you he was getting really annoyed.

You reached over, taking the phone from Jay’s hands and putting it face down on the table. "Okay, I don’t think you can arrest people for what they say on social media.” You put your index finger up as Jay opened his mouth. “Not even on my page.”

You took a breath, before you spoke again. “But maybe this.”

You pulled your iPad out of your bag, flipping open to the gallery and handing it over to Jay.

The weird thing was that you could read every emotion on Jay’s face. From general curiosity, to mounting anger, before the worried lines crossed his face and he looked up at you, his green eyes reflecting… hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jay asked. There was no anger in his voice, and you could have sworn it sounded like he was trying to figure out why you didn’t trust him.

That surprised you, just a little.

It wasn't that you didn't know that Jay cared, it was just that it kind of felt like more than…

You blinked, mentally smacking yourself as you pulled yourself back to the present.

"I didn't think too much about it, to be honest. I mean, I didn't even take a photo of the first one I received. But this one…" You reached forward, swiping to the last photo which was a photo of you with your face scratched off. "This one scared me a little."

"Do you still have the photo?" Jay asked, his voice slightly quieter now, his tone back to normal.

You reached back into your bag, taking out a ziplock bag that had the one photo in it and handing it to him. "Just in case."

Jay gave you a small smile. "We'll figure this out."

You nodded and smiled back at him. "Yeah, I know."

You blinked back at Jay from where he was sitting on your couch, like you couldn't believe your own ears, your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"What?"

This wasn't what you'd expected when Jay asked if he could come over to talk because he had an interim plan while they tried to figure out who was behind this.

Jay didn't say anything so you opened your mouth again.

"Explain to me again why we have to pretend to be dating?" You asked, even though you felt your heartrate pick up a little as the last word left your lips.

Jay shrugged, his attitude as nonchalant as if he had just told you what was for dinner.

"Because they're all up in your personal life. It's dangerous and I'm worried. This is the perfect way for me to be sorta undercover by your side, figure out what's going on without attracting too much attention and maybe it'll quell the rumors with you and whatever this guy's name is."

You kind of got Jay's point. The last point resonated with you because it was true. If you made a post that you and Jay were a couple way before all this happened, plus the few photos the both of you had from when you'd gone for concerts or hikes together, it might just be a believable story.

"My life's all splashed out for everyone. You can't attract more attention." You reminded him, although you knew this was the best plan you had.

Jay nodded. "Yeah, but we don't want this person knowing the police are involved yet."

"Are the police involved?" You asked.

Jay's eyebrow ticked upwards. "Y/N, I am the police."

You couldn't hold back the chuckle, despite feeling the mounting severity of the situation in front of you.

"Yeah, I know, but…"

Jay shook his head. "You're my… you're important to me, which makes this a priority. Voight already signed off on me doing this."

You narrowed your eyes. "There's barely anything. What, did you twist his arm?"

Jay laughed and shook his head. "It's a family thing. It's not an official thing yet but that's not going to stop us."

“What do you say?” Jay asked finally, before you realized he was waiting for an answer.

You didn’t know if it was a good idea, especially if you already had undeniable feelings for him. But you also knew that if anyone could keep you safe, it was Jay. So you swallowed down the lump in your throat that was chock full of your feelings for Jay and nodded.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

It was harder than you thought. Much harder.

When you’d agreed to this, you figured there was no harm. All you had to do was go about your daily life and post a few pictures now and then, since you hung out with Jay pretty often anyway.

But it was like a tiny snowball rolling down a hill, escalating quickly into an avalanche.

You’d posted a photo of you and Jay that you'd taken a few years ago when Jay had surprised you with concert tickets, and with an encouraging nod from Jay, you'd typed in a well chosen caption and emoji.

Helix’s publicist had also released a statement confirming that the rumors were untrue, and public sentiment had split right down the middle - people who thought you were using Jay as a cover, and people who thought you and Jay were cute together.

But you’d underestimated how much people were paying attention to your social media.

Until that one day you’d been out with Jay. You’d just been walking along the street, heading towards one of the less popular cafés when Jay had suddenly pulled an arm around your shoulders pulling you towards him.

Confused, you’d turned to look at him and Jay had smiled, before you realized that people’s eyes were following you and Jay as the both of you walked down the street.

That had been just the beginning.

Very soon, you realized you and Jay had to keep up the charade everywhere except for when the both of you were in private spaces surrounded by only close friends. You only minded because you were afraid that it was getting harder to hide your feelings from Jay when the both of you had to interlock your fingers or link your arms.

You were afraid that very soon you’d stop acting and let your real feelings slip.

Thankfully, Jay seemed to be preoccupied with trying to figure out who was sending the threatening letters as well as focusing on your surroundings when the both of you were out, so nothing seemed to faze him, even when you’d unconsciously reached for his hand on more than one occasion.

Which also meant that he really only saw you as a friend.

You’d let that thought linger once before you pushed it away, startling even yourself when you felt the twang of disappointment resonate through you.

But still, you felt safer with Jay. Even when you’d been waiting in line for some coffee and some guy had come up to you to hiss between gritted teeth that you shouldn’t get in the way of Miller’s career, Jay had been about two steps away and the guy had left the moment he caught sight of Jay.

Jay had then gone to some extra lengths to be closer, standing slightly nearer to you than he usually did, slipping your hand into his. You found yourself feeling comforted and safe, but also found that you had to make a conscious effort to remind yourself not to get used to it.

Despite their best efforts, Intelligence weren’t able to trace the person who was behind the threatening letters.

The letters had stopped but they’d substituted those with boxes of dead cockroaches or even razor blades hidden in bouquets of flowers that showed up at your office.

Even so, the person was careful. There were no fingerprints or any other forensic evidence, although Intelligence had managed to narrow down to a profile, which was impressive considering they were doing this unofficially on top of all their other cases. But the profile was still too common for the audience they were looking at. It was like looking for a needle in a stack of needles.

But when a week and a half passed with no new surprise packages or letters, you were starting to think the worst was over. Maybe they'd gotten bored and moved on.

You glanced over where Jay was leaned against the bar, waiting for the drinks from Herrmann or Stella, feeling a prick of annoyance when a girl sidled up to him. She leaned in and you could see Jay smile before you tore your gaze away from him, looking back to Will who was seated at the table with an annoying look on his face.

“What?” You asked, trying to hide the fact that even you had been surprised by the intensity of annoyance that had surged its way through your body.

You had long acknowledged your feelings for Jay, and seen him through other relationships. So this was really new. You knew you should never have agreed to this fake dating thing.

Despite your internal turmoil, you didn't say anything even after Jay rejoined both you and Will. You were a little worried that Will was going to ask you something but at least he had enough sense not to probe into that part of things, merely asking Jay whether they were any closer to finding the person who'd been sending the threats.

Jay didn't seem to pick up on your mood, which was a good thing.

You’d figured that it was just a fleeting moment, mixed in part with your fatigue of having to almost constantly look over your shoulder, so you’d all about thrown it to the back of your mind until later that night.

Jay had headed out to take a phone call, pointing outdoors to you to tell you he’d wait for you outside. You nodded, handing Herrmann your card, chatting a little as your payment went through before you waved goodbye to them and headed back outside.

Jay was no longer on the phone and both Jay and Will had their backs to you as they spoke.

"I just wish we could end this fake relationship.” Jay’s voice was low but the wind had carried his words right to you.

If you were in a comic strip, the words would be dancing in circles around you. Instead, you just felt a crushing boulder weigh down in your gut, the disappointment almost bringing you to your knees. You took a few slow breaths, reminding yourself that there was nothing wrong with what Jay had said. He was right.

This had been a fake relationship from day one. You’d gone into it knowing that. And if you were totally honest with yourself, the rational part of your brain had known this was a bad decision from the start but you’d been cornered. Between the risk of getting your heart broken and getting attacked by a crazy stalker… You actually didn’t know which was worse.

You straightened your expression before you called out to the brothers. Jay offered to walk you home but you shook your head, not sure you could handle being alone with him now, jumping into the first cab that passed by Molly’s, promising you’d text him.

You’d made an excuse not to see him the next day but you knew that you’d have to talk to him the day after instead. Knowing Jay, he probably could already tell something was up.

The following night after a quick dinner, Jay had walked you home even though you'd told him it wasn't necessary. But Jay had insisted, shrugging and reminding you that stalker or no stalker, he'd always walked you home. You knew he was right, so you'd nodded and the both of you had walked in silence, Jay only stopping once to drape his jacket over your shoulders.

It was only after you'd said goodnight and closed the door behind you that you'd realized Jay's jacket was still sitting snugly around your shoulders.

Usually, you'd just give him his stuff the next day when you saw him. But it had been a little chilly tonight, or maybe you just wanted an excuse to go after him, so you'd pulled on another jacket and gone right back out.

"Jay!"

The wind carried your voice in the opposite direction and it seemed like Jay hadn't heard you because he kept walking. So you'd quickened your pace a little.

"Jay." Your voice was quiet as you caught up with him, touching his arm and he turned in surprise.

"Y/N?" He asked, like he was caught off-guard, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read you. "What's…"

You reached your hand out to give him his jacket. "It's cold tonight."

Jay looked down before he glanced back up at you, taking his jacket. "You could have just given it to me tomorrow."

You gave him a half-smile. "It's too cold tonight.” You turned to leave when you stopped and turned back to him.

“Jay, listen.”

Your mouth was moving faster than your brain was.

“I think we should end this.”

Jay’s smile was frozen on his face but you continued, like you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to get the words out fast enough.

“Y/N, what…”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

You turned to leave again but Jay reached out for your hand, barely catching it in his. “Y/N.”

Feeling the tears well up in your eyes, you slipped your hand gently out of his grasp, unwilling to let him see you cry. Not when you were crying over him.

Jay didn’t try to stop you again as you walked back down the street and right up to your house, shutting the door behind you with a snap before you sank towards the ground, letting the tears flow down your face.

You’d avoided Jay’s calls the next day and then you’d gotten a few messages from him that he’d gotten wrapped up in a case but that he really wanted to talk and that he’d get in touch once he got this case out of the way.

It was a blessing in disguise since the few days had given you some time and space to clear your head and settle your emotions.

You’d come up with an excuse in your head about feeling safe enough not to continue this charade, reminding yourself not to bring up the fact that you’d overheard his conversation with Will because Jay would most definitely connect the dots.

You are not going to lose your best friend over this.

The voice in your head was stern, and you nodded to yourself as you headed down the street, so preoccupied with your thoughts you didn’t notice the two added set of feet that fell into step, right behind you.

Jay glanced at his watch, in an effort to take his mind off of wandering.

For the past few days, he’d been cracking his brains so hard to try to figure out what had happened and why you’d called everything off.

He’d scoured his memories for something he might have done to piss you off but he couldn’t. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of a reason why you would suddenly call it off with that sad look in your eyes. A look that he couldn’t get out of his head.

Jay frowned, when he realized it was already fifteen minutes past the time you’d agreed upon and he glanced at his phone, noting the lack of messages.

Jay toyed with the idea that you’d stood him up but that didn’t sound like you. Even if you’d decided you didn’t want to talk to him today, with your personality, you’d have made up some stupid excuse just so he’d stop waiting and not worry.

So he picked up his phone, pressing your name at the top of his contact list to call you, even though you hadn’t answered any of his calls since that night.

No answer.

Jay couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong so he’d headed towards the bar, towards where Kelly was sitting, leaning in to talk to Stella who was making a drink.

“Hey guys.” Jay said, interrupting them. “Y/N is supposed to meet me here but… something’s wrong.”

Kelly looked up. “How can I help?”

Jay shook his head. “It’s just a hunch but if she walks in here later just keep her here with the two of you? And call me. I'm going to look for her.”

Kelly pushed his chair back. “Stella will be here. Let me come with you.”

Jay hesitated but he didn’t have time to waste on arguing, so he nodded and led the way out of Molly’s, tracing back the route towards your apartment.

Jay was halfway to your apartment, his gut still stirring with unease, when he paused, pulling out his phone to call you again even though he figured it was useless.

Except this time, the sound of your phone ringing reached his ears at the same time that he spotted the flashing of a phone screen on the ground.

The dread spread across his chest now but it was almost like flipping an autopilot switch as Jay sprinted forward, kneeling to pick up your phone. There was a crack across the screen but it was still in working condition and Jay glanced sideways at the adjacent alley.

There was no hesitation in Jay’s movements now as he slipped your phone into his pocket and took out his gun, glad he’d been carrying tonight, before he headed quickly right into the darkened alley, Kelly right behind him.

The fear that gripped your throat right now was almost impairing your breathing.

You could still feel the hands that had pulled you off the street with their vice-like grip, one hand over your mouth to make sure you couldn’t make a sound, another pair of hands grabbing you roughly by the upper arms and dragging you deeper into the alley.

You’d heard your phone clatter to the ground when they’d grabbed you, your hope seeming to crash at that exact same moment.

Now, they shoved you against a wall hard, you felt the rough bricks scrape your back through the shirt you had thrown on, before a girl’s voice caught your attention.

“I told you you’d be sorry.”

Her voice was cold, calculated and you looked up at her, barely making her features out from the limited light in the darkened corner of the alley where they’d dragged you into. You could no longer see the street from here and the cloudy night made sure that barely any light filtered down towards you.

Your eyes raked across her. She was a pretty girl, her long blonde hair falling to her shoulders, but she also had a sense of familiarity, which you couldn’t place immediately.

You frowned. “You’re the one sending me…” Your voice trailed off now as you realized where you’d seen her before.

You’d interviewed her at Helix’s concert that night. And based off what she’d just said, she’d been the one sending you the crazy letters and packages.

A smile spread across her face. A smile that sent little shivers down your spine.

“Look, Daphne.” You said, her name springing to the forefront of your brain now, the memories flooding back in like a gateway had spread wide open.

She looked up like she was surprised.

“If this is because of Miller, you don’t have to do this.” You started talking but her eyebrows scrunched together when she heard Miller’s name.

“Shut up.” She hissed, one of the guys landing a punch in your stomach that knocked the wind out of you and you slumped back against the wall, only held up by their hold on you.

She paced in front of you now. “I’ve been following him for years. Then you just walk right in and… you pretend you’re interviewing me but then you try to screw him?”

You couldn’t even say anything, the air still knocked out of you.

“You want to be a slut? Fine, my friends can help you with that.”

You looked up now, hoping she didn’t mean what you thought.

But it was too late. You were already being flung towards the ground, feeling your head smack against the concrete ground where your feet had been just seconds ago.

Even through the ringing in your head, you felt one of them grab the edge of your shirt and while the fear gnawed at you, you kicked, your foot making contact with one of their faces.

The guy roared in fury at being hurt, and probably also at being humiliated, and you felt a smarting contact across your face as someone slapped you.

This was it.

The three words resonated in your head even as you were stunned from the physical contact, before you felt someone pull your hands roughly above your head.

Just as you were about to give up, about to proclaim it as a lost cause in your head, you heard shouting, the pressure on your wrists were gone and then you felt someone reach for you again.

Instinctively, you fought, twisting your body away until you heard it.

That voice.

Him.

Jay Halstead.

“Y/N, it’s me!” Jay yelled, and you paused, feeling the waves of terror be replaced by relief.

He was here.

“J..”

Jay scooped you into his arms, pulling you towards him and away from the commotion, before he stepped in front of you.

One of the guys headed towards the both of you and Jay, focused on keeping him away from you, twisted his body and pushed him against the wall, lifting an arm to block the blows, throwing a punch across the younger guy’s face, acutely aware that Kelly was just as busy with the other guy.

You’d lost track of Daphne, until you felt someone tug your hair back roughly.

Without even thinking and partly encouraged by Jay and Kelly’s presence, you flung your arm backwards, making contact with her face, just as another voice rang through the air.

“Chicago PD! Hands in the air! Now!” Jay turned towards the sound of a familiar voice that belonged to Kim Burgess. Kim already had her gun raised, Hailey was wrestling Daphne off of you and Adam was moving in as well.

With no other thought, Jay let Adam take the boy he’d been wrestling with before he made his way to you.

“Y/N. Let me see, are you hurt?” Jay bent over you but you just leaned into him, the sobs making their way up from your chest even though your stomach still hurt where he’d punched you and your face smarted.

“You’re safe. I got you, alright? I’m sorry I was late.” Jay whispered, pulling you gently into a hug, one arm around your shoulders, the other hand resting gently on the back of your head.

You’d been whisked off to Med right away, but not before Kelly had checked on you and you’d had the presence of mind to thank him for being there.

Now, you were left sitting in the hospital room on your own. Ethan had checked you out to make sure there was no additional internal injuries so you were just left with a mild concussion and bruises. You could still feel the ache from the punch you’d taken right in your gut.

You looked up as the door opened again and Jay walked in with a small smile. “Hey.”

You returned the smile, half glad he was here, half feeling a little awkward. This would have been much better if the both of you had had the opportunity to talk before…

As if Jay knew he needed to fill the silence, he spoke. “Stella filled them in when the team went to Molly’s, so…”

You nodded. “So we got lucky?”

Jay chuckled, before he looked back at you again. “You feeling okay?”

“Mostly.” You shrugged. “But I guess I’m not getting out of here today, huh?”

Jay smiled and shook his head. “I spoke to Will too. They’re playing on the safe side.”

You nodded quietly, falling back to silence again.

It felt like it dragged on for a long while as your fingers fiddled with the sheets of the hospital bed you were in, your mind whirling. This awkwardness had never happened to you and Jay before. Never.

You glanced up to look at him, realizing he was already looking at you and you felt the clench in your heart again, as if you were on the steps of Molly’s once again, hearing Jay tell Will he wished it was over.

Maybe it was the stress of that evening, maybe it was Jay sitting next to you here in silence, but this time you weren’t able to hold the tears back as you felt it fall down your cheek. Jay’s expression shifted immediately into one of concern as he noticed.

“I wasn’t going to bring it up. I wasn’t going to ask but I just… I think I have to know.” Your voice was quiet and Jay just shifted closer towards you. “What was so hard for you? This fake relationship was your idea. So what did you have such a hard time with?”

It was out and there were no take-backs. You felt a few more tears slide down your cheeks but you didn’t even raise your hand to swipe them away.

Jay didn’t respond immediately, the silence settling around the both of you again.

“Because it was fake.” Jay’s voice was soft but steady and you looked up in surprise.

He got up from his chair now, moving closer to you. “It was hard because it was fake, Y/N. I was getting greedier, I wanted to be with you for real.”

Another tear slid off your cheek as Jay leaned in slowly, his hand resting on your neck gently as he pressed his lips gently against yours.

You blinked, like you couldn’t comprehend what was going on, before your eyes fluttered shut again.

He pulled away after a moment, his eyes trying to read your expression and when you blinked back at him again, he gently swiped away a tear from the corner of your eye before he smiled and you nodded, leaning towards him just a little more.

Now, Jay leaned in fully, his lips grazing across yours before he went deeper into it and you felt the whole world stop, sinking into just being with Jay as you kissed him back.

When the both of you pulled away this time, you were both smiling.

Jay was still leaned in close to you and you reached forward for a hug, fitting yourself into his embrace as he pressed you gently into him, turning his face towards you to press a kiss to your temple.

“See, this isn’t too bad.” Jay said quietly, and you giggled softly.

“New beginnings?” You asked, pulling away to look back at him.

Jay smiled. “About time, too.”

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daquila · 11 months

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HI! so I read your fic “I’m not coming home” (beautiful btw) and i wanted to suggest an alternate ending you can write if you want?? 🙈

the last paragraph really got me thinking like mm… what if the reader didn’t die? and it was just a close call? but to gojo it was too close and he’s like scarred and turns into this toxic, manipulative, paranoid lover that tries to keep u safe to the point it’s too much and it drives reader away. what if gojo’s desperation to keep reader safe and close to him is exactly what makes him lose them? what if no matter what he does, the story always ends with him losing reader?

ANYWAY IT JUST SOUNDS FUN TO ME HAVE FUN 🤪

OF COURSE I WILL 🤓

You almost died; Satoru now uses this as an excuse to be even more selfish than before, resulting in an argument between the both of you.

(mentions of a divorce, toxic relationships, mentions of satoru projecting on reader, mentions of shoko being reader’s no.1 bff, mention of past satosugu or like gojo’s past)

hehehehe not proof read ! wrote it while eating 🫠

Original story here: I’m Not Coming Home !

Selfish Desires || Toxic! Gojo x Near Death/Injured! Reader

Twice in my life I was mistaken for someone else.

After Suguru’s incident, Satoru grew distant. There was a barrier that physically and emotionally kept people away. It was impossible to break through it; however, as time went by, he became vulnerable around me. Of course, I was happy— we even slowly became a couple. I just kept a blind eye whenever he’d be so controlling about my personal life: keeping the password to my accounts, asking for my whereabouts, and hiring people to keep an eye on me. Sure, I was grateful for the strongest sorcerer’s protection. It’s just that he went too far this time.

Satoru was terrified of losing the people close to him. He’d practically keep me on a leash, only releasing me when I begged him to. The first brightest red flag came to me in the form of an arcade date. It was something that me, Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru would do every weekend. We had fun— up until he “accidentally” called me Sugu. It was his special nickname to the dark haired boy, and it felt like a burning knife to my throat.

The second time, however, was more heartbreaking. It was evident that I was a scapegoat rather than lover for his fantasies. Suguru was an amazing friend. He was the embodiment of perfection, someone who I would never be. I was jealous of how much time he and Satoru spent together in highschool. He was the imposter that took my place, stole my life, and buried me underground. I, too, was selfish for Satoru’s attention.

I woke up to the sound of Shoko screaming to someone. My vision was blurry, my limbs were heavy, and I couldn’t feel my legs. That special-grade curse really kicked my ass! I turned my head to face the two figures to my right: one was Shoko, wearing a lab coat; the other was Satoru, clearly distraught with what he witnessed.

“ Don’t you fucking DARE point all of the blame on me, Shoko! If it weren’t for me, then she would’ve died! “

“ Isn’t it your job in the first place to rescue her? She’s your wife! You can’t even be the strongest if you can’t protect Y/N, “ the doctor spat. Shoko’s eyes were bloodshot, and her tears couldn’t stop spilling. Their argument burned for a few more minutes. I’ve never seen Shoko cry so much before. Last time she cried was when Suguru died in the arms of— oh.

My heart sank when I saw Satoru rush back to me, shaking me as if I were pepper.

“ Y/N— you’re awake! Thank fucking god! I swore you could’ve died out there, “ the sorcerer pulled me in for a tight hug, peppering my face with wet kisses. He places an arm under my legs and shoulder, carrying me bridal-style.

Satoru blatantly ignored Shoko as he made his way out of the door. The walk down the corridor was silent, and the lights were awfully bright. He’s been muttering something for the past few minutes, but I couldn’t make out a single word.

The sound of the door creaking brought me back to life. He came in carrying extra pillows, bandages, and snacks. He sat on the bed, asked if I was alright, and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“ Hey, I’m alright now— you don’t need to do this, “ his eyes quickly shot at me, eyebrows furrowing, he let out his anger.

“ You’re being so ungrateful, “ Satoru spat, grabbing my waist, and pressing down on my fresh wound. Despite my agony, he quickly shuts me down, stating that I’m being whiny. The sorcerer repeats a mantra about how he’d keep me safe, happy, and satisfied.

Shoko, of course, saw what Satoru was doing. She pushed the door away, dropped all of the extra bandages, and slapped the sorcerer. The fire reignites itself, but it ends soon as he slaps the doctor back. Shoko places a hand on her reddening cheek as the sorcerer opens his mouth.

“ I’m doing this for her— “

“ You’re doing this for yourself, Satoru, “ he stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. He thinks of Shoko as stupid, but he knows from the bottom of his heart that she wasn’t. She was right: he was selfish, and he’d never change. A bitter taste lingered in his throat as he stormed out of the room, leaving the two women behind. His heart tried protesting, suggesting that he should keep me in the palm of his hand— but it was all useless. He knew that nothing could fix his shattering marriage.

It would be better if he just left Y/N alone. Satoru knew that he was restraining her from happiness. Maybe in another life, where sorcery didn’t exist, he wouldn’t have been so stupid.

#satoru x reader #jjk gojo #satosugu #jjk angst #gojo angst #jjk fic #jjk imagine #gojo sensei #gojo x reader #x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk drabbles #jjk shoko #shoko ieiri #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto x gojo

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shuuuuush · 8 months

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💙 - damn this is my perfect opportunity hehehehe , ok soooo can I request smth like failing an exam and being soooo sad but then Sharky’s there like making sure I don’t get clinical depression 🤭🤭 like a mini panic attack when the results r in and he’s there like “iss gon be ok bbg”😋💞🔥😜😏

alr thanku I’m gonna die if u write this😭😭❤️❤️

Lisa, ofc !! I hope you like this 💗

Promise Me [Sharky]

You sighed deeply, one that almost took all your breath to intake. You were waiting for the results of your exam, staring at the computer in front of you.

Hovering over the email app, with the mouse but not pressing it.

It's been over 10 minutes.

10 minutes since you got that email notification.

And you really didn't want to check it.

"Sharky, I can't -"

You turned swiftly to face your boyfriend, but as quick as you turned, he took hold of your face and held in his hands, gazing into your eyes with his soft brown ones.

A hard gaze but one that wanted to show comfort, one that wanted to hold and protect you from this world.

Which is why he would be there for you, to stay by your side and help you whenever you needed him. That's why he was here now, to be there when you checked your results.

To make sure, you'd be alright.

"Lisa, baby, it's gonna be okay." He rubbed his thumb over your cheek, giving you a soft smile. You tried to avert your gaze downwards, but his hand brought you back to look at him.

"Look, even if you don't pass this exam, you can always retake it. That's a plus, not all exams have that."

You sighed for what seemed like the millionth time in a row. You took his hands off your face and held them in your own.

"I know, Sharky, but I don't want to retake it. If i can't pass this one, how can I pass the retake?" Your voice laced with worry and brows creasing deeper.

"You will pass. I know it."

"Let's be realisti-"

"I am being realistic. You're an amazing, smart person, Lisa. And I know without a doubt in my mind you're gonna pass."

He leaned in towards you and pressed a soft kiss on your lips,

Then, on your left and right cheek,

And lastly, placing the softest kiss on both of your eyelids, so delicate you could barely feel it.

And when he leaned back, he gave you the brightest smile as he watched your face turn more away from anxiety.

"Promise me. If you need to, you will, because I wholeheartedly believe that if you truly work hard for it, you'll get it, baby."

You took a deep breath and nodded slowly, putting a small smile on your face.

Sharky turned your head to face the computer, your body following suit as he watched you take the mouse in your hands once again.

Even with Sharky there beside you, your heart was pounding, the anxiety you felt again spread all over your body, and your breathing became heavy.

Sharky's brows upturned. As he saw the state you were in, he knew being anxious was normal in this situation, but he wanted to you to be able to endure it.

So he took hold of your free hand and squeezed it slightly. Earning a look from you, it was clearly obvious that you were afraid in his eyes.

"Open that email, I'll be here beside you. It's gonna be okay." He spoke softly and slowly, nodding his head along with his words in reassurance.

You swallowed, turning your head as you finally clicked on the app.

You read it slowly,

Word for word.

With every word you said Sharky rubbed his thumb over your own hand.

Or he would lightly stroke your back in small circles, providing you a sense of comfort.

And when it came to the results, you shut your eyes close and inhaled sharply to calm your racing heart.

You slowly peeled your eyes open and glanced down at the results.

And your heart dropped, your mouth slightly agape and your breath hitched in your throat.

... 64%

64. And you needed 67% to pass this grade.

As you read it over and over again, trying to make sure that your eyes didn't deceive you, tears started to develop in the corner of your eyes as you stared at the screen, still in disbelief.

What did you do wrong?

"No..." You gasped under your breath, refreshing the page to see if they made a mistake and if it changed.

You turned to Sharky, who's sat there staring at you, his face downturned as well, but he stood up and went over to you, wrapping his arms around your figure.

This time, you couldn't control the tears, and you let them all out, sobbing into Sharky's chest as he hugged you, slowly stroking your hair to let you know that it was okay to cry.

Sharky's face brows furrowed together at the sound of your sobs, his face filled with hurt.

He hated seeing you cry.

Because it hurt him to see you like this.

"Lisa..." Sharky spoke quieter than a whisper, slowly tugging at you to pull you out of his grasp to take a proper look at you.

"Hey, you know you may have not gotten the score you wanted, but you tried your best. And I'm so proud of you, baby."

He kissed your forehead quickly and lingered there for a second longer. He rested his head on top of yours, brushing his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe your tears.

"It'll be okay, I'll make sure of it." Sharky's voice was firm, taking your chin between two of his fingers to make you look up at him.

Your face was covered in tears, red eyed, and flushed cheeks, a frown covering your face.

"I'll help you whenever you need, I'll test you and help you study to make sure you'll pass that retake."

Your gaze softened as you stared up at Sharky. Genuinely, you were so thankful, your heart calming with every word he said.

Sharky always knew what to say. He knew what to do to make you feel like you were at your best, even if you were at your worst.

"Promise me, Sharky?"

He laughed, the corners of his lips turning into a small smile.

"I promise."

He held your face in his right hand, wiping your tears as he kissed each place that it had left a stain.

"So wipe those tears, baby, because you won't need them anymore."

And so you smiled. Even though you may not have gotten the grade to pass, you have Sharky by your side. And with him, anything is possible. He'd help you through it all, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

"And does me telling you that I love you, Lisa, make you feel any better?"

#marly's 100 followers celebration #sharky #shuuuuush fics #sharky imagines #sharky oneshots #fic for lisa #hope u like it

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A Flower with Petals of Flame: Part Sixteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Blood. LOTS OF BLOOD, murder, Amarantha

Part Fifteen Part seventeen

Tag list: @esposadomd

Don't worry, I won't kill Eris. Heheheh

“Hello Y/N. You know, I was quite surprised when my soldiers told me that there was a purple eyed illyrian female staying with them, but here you are.”

I ground my teeth. I had never met her in the flesh, but I would be a bad leader if I couldn’t recognise the female that kept most of Prythian locked under a mountain for years.

“Amarantha, how good to finally meet you.” I croon, sliding a dagger into my hand discreetly. “You know, I was wondering where you went after you died, maybe you’d like to clear that up for me?”

Eris’s face was a mask of stone as he stood straight, acting as if he didn’t have a knife at his throat.

“Y/N, whatever she wants, don’t give it to her.” Eris said, his voice stoney even as the bond tugged at my heart frantically.

He was afraid.

He was afraid I would get hurt.

Stupid male, doesn’t he realize I could obliterate this female in an instant? The only problem was that he would probably die no matter how I went about it.

Amarantha let out a low chuckle. “That’s a nice idea, but from what I’ve seen, she’s not going anywhere without you.” She crooned into Eris’s ear, and I saw drops of blood forming where the knife was pressing into his skin.

“If you hurt him, I will obliterate you.” I snarl, my magic bubbling in response to my rage.

Amarantha studies me for a moment. “You know, I was like you not that long ago. Hopelessly in love with a male. Then I realized something.”

My heart threatened to beat out of my chest as she tilted the knife a tiny bit, making Eris wince as more blood droplets started to form.

“All males are the same. This world is beyond help.” She grins at me. “But we both know that there are so many more. That there is basically limitless potential, limitless potential for anyone who wants it.”

Her tone is a bit manic, and Eris has a bit of a look of confusion on his face.

But I had heard this spiel before. I had heard myself spouting something similar after the Asteri found me.

The only difference is that I cared about the cost, found out about the downsides of dimensional travel and blanched.

Because there will always be people out there that will use that opportunity to destroy and conquer.

And I was quickly seeing that Amarantha was just that.

“Did the Asteri tell you about the whole eating souls thing? You know, once they’re done with you, they’re just going to kill you and take it all.” I say, hoping I can stall until Lucian, or Tamlin, or anyone found us here and killed this bitch.

She just smiled at me, as if I was a clueless child. “You act all tough, as if you aren’t still just the little girl that was killed, and she was still only the next best thing.”

My teeth grind. “How about you let him go and I show you exactly what the next best thing can do?” I ask, grinning at her.

She cackled. “Oh no. Very simply, what I want is you to know that I’m going to tear down your brother, and everyone he cares about, until only you and him are left, and I’m going to watch you two tear eachother apart.”

She shoves him away, winnowing away as I rush to catch him.

He grabs on to me, holding me close to him. “You should have run away.” he whispers into my hair, cradling me close to him.

I don’t let go, but I do say, “Like hell. You know you wouldn’t have run away if the positions were reversed.”

He holds me tighter. “No, but you weren't there under the mountain. She is a monster.”

I had heard enough to know that those fifty years had been a living hell for all of Prythian, so I don’t argue the point anymore.

“We need to go check and see who’s alive.” I say after a while, both of us sitting in the grass, Eris’s neck already perfectly healed.

He looked reluctant. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” He asked, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The mating bond pulled tight between us, waiting for one of us to speak of its presence.

Now wasn’t the time.

“Good idea or no, it’s the right thing to do.” Say, pulling away gently and standing up, looking out on the field of corpses, the grass of the spring court running red with blood.

He joins me, but I can see the worry creasing his brow. Nonetheless, he follows me as I walk into the bloody scene.

They were all gone. There was not a sign of life.

Eris and my gazes locked. Had Lucian been here?

I ran the rest of the way to the manor, running through the already open doors into the horror show that was the inside of the Manor.

I had spent a couple months here with Tamlin and Lucian, helping them bring people back, helping bring this whole place back.

Amarantha had left a bloody trail to the throne rooms, and I paused in the hallway, not wanting to enter the doorway.

Eris came up beside me, taking my hand in his. “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. I can look for both of us.”

Despite the gore and horror around us, my heart warmed slightly. He knew how I felt, and was willing to face whatever was in there for me.

I shake my head slightly. “Together?”

He nodded.

“Together.”

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So I stayed up until like four last night writing down the lyrics for the Circe Saga because it’s incredible and Spotify didn’t have lyrics yet but since tumblr doesn’t want me to post pics rn for some reason I’ll just try again later and instead talk about the songs!!! :D

Puppeteer- The intro instrumental lives in my head to rent and so does Eurylochus’s rap part, I need to know what he was going to tell Odysseus he sounded so vulnerable- I swear this guy is climbing up my favorite characters list, I do find it interesting how he wanted to leave the crew behind with Circe when later in Mutiny he confronted Odysseus for “trading the lives of his crew” in order to get home so hopefully that means he had a change and heart and wasn’t just being a hypocrite, I also love how the Circe Saga as a whole but especially Puppeteer and There Are Other Ways really highlight how terrible Odysseus feels about everything he’s done, everyone he’s failed or killed since leaving home, I need to know how he goes from hating himself to embracing all he’s done

Uhh favorite lines!

“Look at all we’ve lost and all we’ve learned, Every single cost is so much more than what we’ve earned” SING IT Eurylochus

Wouldn’t You Like- HEHEHEH I absolutely adore the synthwave-y aspects of the song I’m a huge lover of synthwave vibes as of recent, I would genuinely vibe to the instrumental all day long, Mr. Jalapeño release the instrumental versions pLplzplz 🙏, I’m sure we all know by know that Troy is the real Hermes there’s no other way he can bring THAT much charisma to the role, I’ve seen charisma before but never like that oh my god, I also love his unhinged laugh so much idk how he does it but I want to learn, also when I was writing the lyrics I had to stop for a sec and be like “is this song just Hermes giving his great grandson drugs ooor-“ because that’s 100% something he would do

Favorite lines…

Just the entire “Here in the root of this flower, There lies such a power, To take her on” segment of the song it’s just 👌

Also the part where he’s going OOOhoOhohAhahdph while the ensemble sings his verses his voice is so BEAUTIFUL and POWERFUL oh my GOD

“Don’t thank me friend! You very well may die” I chuckled so loud lmao

And his little “Good luck 😉” he’s so silly he knows shit is going to go down

Done For- okay was the lyric for this song always “I just ate a flower, one that claims your power” cuz I could have sworn it was drains your power but I might just be crazy, also chimera supremacy I love that Jorge was able to find a way to implement it, Jorge and Talya’s voices sound so great together I need more 😭, I also love that this song starts to hint at more depth behind Circe’s actions idk who out here thinks she’s a meh one-note/one-off villain but she’s not!! I’ll make a 50 page PowerPoint on this don’t test me!!

Fav lines…

“You’ve lost.” Okay Odysseus 🤡

“My nymphs are like my daughters, I protect them at all costs, The last time we let strangers live, We faced a heavy loss.” This!! This is what I’m saying she feels like she has no choice other than to hurt people so that the people she loves will stay safe, she’s literally Odysseus further down the line! it’s so fascinating to see a character like this facing off against the main protagonist bc at this point in the story we don’t know what kind of person he will become yet and yet Jorge shows us with Circe Ahdldhnsbdk

There Are Other Ways- Okay I’ll be honest, this song was the last one on my radar not bc I didn’t like it but because I was just looking forward to others so much more and it was also the one I intentionally heard less clips of because I wanted at least one song that I didn’t already know half of the lyrics to 💀 ANYWAY THIS ONE IS THE BEST SONG IN THE CIRCE SAGA CHANGE MY MIND (I’m so sorry Troy I love your voice but this song is simply better) Dude the lyrics go soso hard in this one, I’m such a sucker for one character having like a big emotional moment while another is like singing/backing them up in the background and there’s so much of that here, and the call backs? Both to earlier songs in the saga AND Just A Man, my favorite song Just A Man? Every call back to that song is just so RAW I LOVE IT, I don’t know a ton about Greek mythology outside of Epic so I dont know if Circe and Posideon have this past beef or something but I do find it interesting that it’s only after he is mentioned that Circe decides to help Odysseus but I also think it’s larger due to how he reminds her of herself with how he misses Penelope, UM THE BEAT DROP after the underworld is mentioned for the first time??? CHILLS SHIVERS EVERYTHING dude I love how the entire atmosphere changes so much because yes this could be Odysseus’ only change to make it home safely but it’s also so much more dangerous than the shitty situation they’re already in so there’s not even time for relief or a breath of air like he’s IN it now there’s no going back

Best lyrics omfg…

“There are other roads to the soul~” Talya, Tayla. This is why some of us can’t sing, the universe needs balance and you are the only explanation for that

“Want to save your men from the fire? Show me that you’re willing to burn” 😐 AAAAAH

“But there’s no puppet here” get it puppeteer? Puppet here? I thought it was clever lol

“Back at home, my wife awaits for me, She’s my everything, My Penelope” The yearning in his voice made me feel things

“So I beg you Circe, Grant us mercy, And let us puppets leeeeave~” We have literally never seen Odysseus use this sort of tactic before to get his way but I genuinely think he’s being genuine here, no play, he only wants to see his wife and son again, he’s so close to giving up hope, he’s losing his spirit, he’s searching for any sliver of help even from a women who wants him dead

“I know of a brilliant prophet… Problem is that prophets dead.” Again the cord or piano key I think it was was so AH SO GOOD AH I am foaming at the mouth for when we start getting teasers for the Underworld Saga

“Maybe showing one act of kindness, Leads to kinder souls down the road” someone make an au where Polities and Circe become besties she needs a friend like him but don’t we all, but seriously THIS is what I’m saying!! She is future Odysseus! Only difference being is that she’s so tired of hurting people at this point she decides to take a chance and give help rather than pain in the hopes that it will somehow contribute to a kinder world

“Maybe one day the world, Will need a puppeteer no more” this is her plea for help, she yearns for the day where she won’t need to be a monster in order to protect her nymphs, for Odysseus his plea was for him and his men to leave, they both showed such vulnerability in this song in different ways its ART ITS ART *gun shot*

“I have been in love once before” She even had her own Penelope guys, this is the true reason why she decided to help Odysseus methinks

Okay uhhh I think that’s it ^_^ Circe Saga rules, it might be my fav saga I’ll decide soon

#epic the musical #epic the circe saga #epic the troy saga #epic odysseus #epic polites #epic circe #epic eurylochus #disclaimer for BANGER SONGS #okay I should probably close my eyes or something I’m running in a solid two hours #Circe saga is more important than sleep lmao

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giggly-squiggily · 6 months

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Moderation Taught Different (Big Windup)

*shimmies in with bonus fic* Heyo! Guess who's having a great time watching Big Windup? This girl! I'm still writing the Hamada fic, but in the meantime here's some lee!Mihashi because the world needs more and I'm here to deliver!

@intheticklecloset BANG! >:D hehehehe take that!

Summary: Mihashi is overtraining again and Abe's had it up to HERE. Time for a new approach to teach Nishiura's pitcher the importance of breaks.

“You're doing it again.”

Mihashi nearly stumbled off his portable mound, face flushing with guilt when he dared to meet Abe’s glare. “W-What, no I um…w-what?”

“You’re overworking yourself. I told you to stop practicing at home!”

“I’m not-”

“Or between classes!”

Oof. Got him. Mihashi shrank into himself, eyes wet as he tugged on his glove. “I’m sorry-”

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear it!” Abe was on him in seconds, gripping his shoulders with enough force to not hurt but make him look up. “You keep apologizing but never follow through! Don’t you know what will happen if you keep overworking yourself?”

“I-erm-I-” The pitcher shook like a leaf, eyes wide as he looked anywhere but Abe, stammering so much it came off more gibberish.

Patience, Abe. The catcher reminded himself. He took a breath, realizing his aggression wasn’t helping either of them.

“Look- if you overwork yourself in practice, you run the risk of exhaustion. If you’re exhausted, you can get sick or injured, and then you can’t play.” The mention of that possibility startled Mihashi right out of his gibberish state, giving him a new sense of panic. “And if you can’t play, I have to catch for Hanai. Do you want that to happen?”

“N-No! No, I want to pitch with you!”

“Then you. Need. To. Stop.” Abe reached out, jabbing him repeatedly in the gut with each word. “Take. A. Break. Mihashi!”

“Ehe! Ehehehehehe, A-Ahahabe!” The younger boy giggled, doubling over at each prod. “Yohoohu’re tihihickling mehehehe!”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point?” Suddenly moved by the new development, Abe switched from prodding to clawing, his free hand pulling Mihashi over by his uniform. “Somehow I doubt you’re gonna listen to me if I only scold you.”

“Ihiihihi’m lihihihiihstening! I’m lihihihihiistening, plehahahhhase!” Mihashi giggled like a child, legs giving out at the constant tickling. One slip and he tumbled off his wooden perch, falling into Abe’s arms with a yelp.

Captured and detained.

“Well would you look at this?” The catcher sounded far too smug for Mihashi’s liking, adjusting his grip so he was holding him, fingers pressing into his sides. “The consequences of overworking yourself! You can’t even stand up straight, can you?”

“Ahehahahahahaha! Ahahahahahhahabe! Ahhahahhahbe, yohohohoohohu’re behehheehehheing mehehehehehhehahahhahan!” Mihashi could barely make out the words through his giggle fits, the sound and frequency increasing as new spots were prodded and pinched. He tried to push the taller boy away, but his muscles lacked any strength. Perhaps he was overdoing it?

Worry about that later- right now he was gonna die!

“Mean? Wooooooow!” Abe scoffed, fighting the urge to laugh as Mihashi squeaked against him, cheeks pink and smiling big. “I show some kindness and this is how you repay me? By calling me mean? That won’t do.” With a sneaky grin, he slid his hands up to Mihashi’s armpits, pressing in once.

“AHEHAHAHAHA!” The pitcher let out a shriek, nearly falling to the ground as he arched at the touch. “AHEHAHAHHAHAHBE NOOOHOOHOHT THEHEHEHEHHERE!”

“Too ticklish?” Abe lowered his hands back to the center of his ribs, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Man, Mihashi, for such a quiet guy, you’ve got one loud laugh.”

The pitcher made a pitiful whining noise through his giggle fits, curling further into himself until he was a ball on the ground, kicking and squirming beneath Abe’s pinching fingers. Tears of mirth welled in his eyes, but he made no efforts to get away. “Ahehehahahahahahahhaha! Ahahahahahhabe plhehahhahahhahse!”

“Hehe, look at you- a giggly mess.” Abe snickered before finally relenting, pulling his hands back as Mihashi curled up. “Now- are you gonna keep practicing when you’re not supposed to?”

“Ahehehe..hehhehe..m-mahahybe? EHEHEEK OOHOHOKAY OHOHOKAY I WOOHOHOHN’T!” Mihashi squealed when fingers dug into his armpits once more. “I PROHOHOHOMISE!”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

Thanks for reading!

#big windup #tickle #tickle fic #mihashi ren #abe takaya #fluff #platonic #whoops I brought lee!Mihashi hehe #He's a cutiepie and deserves it ajrjeajkrejkraj :3

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Hey! I love ur writing so much 🥹 can i request 2+15+33 from the prompt that you post for the other members? This one is for hak tho hehehehe and if you could also add enemies to lovers trope cause im a sucker for them 😩😩 tysm in advance 🥰🥰

(I know this leans towards the enemies portion but trust me there's a hint of lovers somewhere jkasndajs I had fun writing this one since it's my 1st Maverick au! hehe)

Whatever You Say

Member: Ju Hakyneon (Maverick au!)

Prompts: 2. “I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”, 15. “Mine. All mine.”, & “33 “Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), cnc (coercion), rough sex (+ unprotected), choking, spit used as lube, hair pulling, fingering, pussy slapping, pet names used (sweetheart, good girl), mentions of blood, death, killing, and sharp objects.

Extra content warning: ⚠️ this fic contains a cnc kink (aka coercion) but please know that consent is key ALWAYS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

A/N: In this scenario, Hakyneon wins in Maverick (sorry Eric 😭)

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When you said you were going to kill Haknyeon one day, you never thought you’d have to… literally. Especially now when you’re forced to do it in order to survive.

“Lee Juyeon & Lee Hyunjae, eliminated. Only three students remaining: Sohn Eric, Ju Haknyeon, and L/N Y/N.” The PA system echoes through the empty halls of the school.

“Shit…” you muttered under your breath.

You should’ve followed your gut and rejected this offer the moment those suspicious people in black entered your classroom that one fateful day, claiming that this “special program” would set you up for a life of success if you win the game.

From seeing some of your classmates faces almost everyday since you were a kid to watching them die at the hands of one another. Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up. Honestly you still wonder how you managed to make it to the final three without getting caught.

As you slowly walk down the empty halls you once knew, tightening the hold you have on your spiked bat, your body is suddenly pushed and tackled down into the floor of the open classroom nearby.

A pair of thighs pinning your waist down to the cold cement floor as you struggle to grab your weapon to defend yourself. Your heart starts to pound the moment you hear the voice of body caging you speak,

“Never thought I'd live to see the day… Y/n lying so beautifully under me.” Haknyeon’s cocky smile burning right through you.

“Fuck you, get off me!” you spit back.

“No need to be mean sweetheart.” He caresses your lips with his thumb. “C’mon, I wanna enjoy this before it ends.” His thumb shoving into your mouth, the warm contact of your saliva making his crotch twitch. Haknyeon leans forward, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.” His eyes consumed with a kind of darkness you weren’t able to read.

“Any last words sweetheart?” he pulls away from you, gently pressing the sharp end of his bloody pencil at your throat.

How he managed to use a regular pencil as a weapon was beyond you, the same one that eliminated Younghoon hours prior.

You stare into his eyes, remembering this was the final image you’d have before your life was taken from you. “No last words? Alright, suit yourself.” He shrugs.

You quickly shut your eyes as Haknyeon raises his hand to strike your throat. But instead of feeling a sharp pain pierce through your skin, you heard the sound of the necklace chained to your throat buzz and malfunction.

When you slowly open one of your eyes to see what had happened, the pencil Haknyeon had used broke the necklace. He pulled the device apart and threw it across the room.

“L/N, Y/N eliminated. Two students remaining…” the PA system announces a few seconds later.

You look back up at Haknyeon in confusion…. Did he just save your life? Before you’re even able to speak, Haknyeon interrupts you.

“The system thinks you’re dead. I figured it out. Those idiots in black overlooked that issue.”

“I- I don’t understand…” you stutter.

“I can get you out of here alive… As much as I hate you, I dont think I can bare to see another person I know die.”

Silence falls between the two of you, your eyebrows still scrunched together as you still try to grasp the situation.

“Unless… you really want me to kill you?” Haknyeon utters as he raises his hand to your neck, firmly grasping it until you’re slightly gasping for air. In a scenario like this, you’re supposed to be scared for dear life. But instead, you feel the front of your panties getting soaked.

“Hak… please…”

“Hmmm…Beg and maybe I'll think about it.” He responds.

“Please Hak, I’ll do whatever you say. Just let me go!” you plead. Hakyneon smirks back at you with so many thoughts running in his mind.

“Alright…” He pauses for a moment.

“Turn around and bend over.”

“W-what?” your eyes widen, unsure of what he’ll do to you.

“Bend. Over.” His hand grips your neck a little tighter, signaling you to just do as you’re told. No questions asked.

Haknyeon adjusts himself off as you flip around to get on your knees and elbows. You feel the cold air hit your sensitive skin as you stick your ass up towards him.

You feel his warm hands suddenly gripping your waist, his erection press against your core. His hand snakes under your skirt, stroking your covered clit in circles. You bite your lip, trying to hold yourself back from moaning at his touch.

Haknyeon groans as he feels your soaked panties. “You’re pretty wet for someone who hates my guts, don’t you think?” he smirks.

You feel a slap on your sensitive bud then his full hand gripping your mound. His other hand reaching to grab your hair, pulling him closer to whisper in your ear,

“Mine. All mine.” he growls.

He lets go of your hair and unzips his pants, lowering them along with his boxers enough to free his aching cock. His other hand flips your skirt up, pulling your panties to the side enough to expose your wet cunt.

His rough fingertips glide through your folds, making you whimper from the friction. Before aligning the tip of his cock at your entrance, he aggressively spits onto your hole. Your breath hitches from the warmth of his saliva hitting you.

Honestly he didn't even have to spit on your cunt, it was incredibly soaked with your juices. He was just in the heat of the moment, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins. The thought of defiling you in some sort of way turns him on even more.

Without warning, he pushes his whole length into you. He hisses at the tightness clenching onto this member as you gasp from how quick your walls were being stretched out.

Haknyeon wastes no time and starts thrusting in and out of you, groaning at the sounds of both your skin slapping against each other and your wet pussy squelching.

He increases his pace, his fingers digging into your hips as you try to muffle your wanton moans (in case Eric finds where you two are.)

You beg Haknyeon to fuck you deeper as he hits your gummy spot inside, feeling the coil inside you tighten the more his tip nudges the spot.

“Good fucking girl…” his praise slurring as he also begins to feel his high approaching. The nickname is enough to send you over the edge as your walls tightly clench his cock and gush all your hot fluids onto him. Trying to muffle out your moan as much as you could.

“Ff-fucckkk” Hakyneon groans and without warning (again), his cum bursts inside you, filling you up to the brim. His white fluid gushing out of your tight hole as he pulls his cock out.

He quickly pulls his pants up as your body plops to the ground, trying to catch your breath. Before he gets up, he slips a paper in your hand. When you open the folded paper, you see it’s a drawn map telling you where to exit.

As you look up you see Hakyneon walking towards the door, picking up your bat in the process. Before closing the door he looks over his shoulder, scanning your body from head to toe with a cocky smirk,

“See you on the outside sweetheart.”

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