#Could you please continue the petty bickering

[dark-and-kawaii]

The Truth

Haarlep x F!Tav

Summary: They were like oil and water, constantly bickering and mocking each other's every move, acting as if they hated one another.

Notes: Haarlep is written as a male in this one. This is about Lofn my Tav and Haarlep but I wanted everyone to enjoy it so I didn’t name her in it <3

*ੈ Enemies To Lovers | Bickering | Raphael Is Annoyed | Making Out

Sitting in his archive, Raphael looked up from the contact he was attempting to write out. He could hear his little mouse and incubus bicker yet again…

“Fine!” She shrugs her shoulders and turns her back to Haarlep.

"Fine," he muttered, nonchalantly raising his own shoulders and crossing his arms, "It's quite amusing you know, how you boast about your intelligence yet swiftly metamorph into an ignorant imp when confronted with the truth."

She rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk, "It's adorable how you resort to petty insults, but I suppose it's easier to belittle others than to face your own shortcomings, isn't it?"

They were like oil and water, constantly bickering and mocking each other's every move, acting as if they hated one another.

She turns back to look at him slightly only to stick her tongue out at him before walking away. Haarlep can’t help but to tilt his head to the side to glance at her, she was really leaving!?

Just as she was about to leave, Raphael entered his boudoir, "Could you enlighten me as to the significance of this commotio-“

She swiftly took hold of Raphael’s arm, her arms entwining with his, “oh thank goodness you’re here,” she pointed at Haarlep, “Please remove this creature from my sights!”

Raphael’s nose scrunched at her words as he gazed at the incubus, “What did you do?” His voice was low, his hands meeting with hers as she clung to his arm.

“I? Bahaha” Haarlep’s tail flicked around restlessly.

Haarlep's wings unfurled slightly, a defensive posture that was more for show than a real threat. "I did nothing more than speak truths that delicate ears cannot handle," he retorted with a sardonic grin. His gaze was locked with hers, a silent challenge passing between them.

The little mouse huffed, her cheeks puffing out in indignation, "He was being insufferable, Raphael!”

Haarlep couldn't help but observe the tightening of her grip on Raphael's arm. The incubus wore a knowing smile, shaking his head in response to her acting, possessive behavior. It was clear to Haarlep that she was caught up in her own delusion, unable to face the truth they both knew. The truth that she harbored genuine feelings for him, a mere incubus, rather than the infamous devil known as Raphael. And it was this denial that had led them into this situation they found themselves in.

Haarlep cocked his head at her, “The truth is like a sharp blade, capable of cutting through illusions and revealing the raw reality beneath, aye little mouse?”

Releasing Raphael’s arm, her lip twitched, “Truth!? Ha!” Waving her arms up she stormed out of the room.

The two watched as she huffed and left the room, her heels clicking down the hall, echoing as she continued down the corridor.

"It seems as if my words struck a chord," Haarlep mused.

Raphael scowled, "I’ll deal with you later, and I implore you to maintain silence when around her. She’s a valuable asset that I require.” With that, he was gone.

As she stormed down the halls of Raphael’s domain, she huffed and spoke to herself, “admit it, he says!” She moved her hand to mimic talking, her voice twisted to mock Haarlep’s, “Why don’t we play a game and you give yourself to me, he says! Ha!” She rolled her eyes, turning the corner.

There in the hallway, the incubus was leaning against the wall. A sly smirk crossed his lips as she halted her stride. She scoffed and shook her head, moving to walk past him. Just when she was almost cleared of him, he grabbed hold of her waist and pressed her back against his chest before wrapping himself around her fully. His wings like a protective fortress, shielding her from the storms of life and providing a comforting embrace. She turned to glare up at him, her cheeks dusted with a pink hue .

He nuzzled his head into her hair, “Hmm, I think we both woke up on the wrong side of Raphael today-“

“I appreciate your apology, now let me go.” She wiggled in his hold.

“Bahaha, apology? Dear girl, I do not apologize.”

“Just stop talking, your voice is only going to upset me more,” she continued to wiggle about.

His tail wrapped around her wrist, bringing her hand up to his face, he pressed her palm into his cheek. Her breath hitched as his fingers caressed her own. He swore he could hear her heart quicken…

He leaned in, his chin resting on her shoulder, his voice low, husky, and teasing, "Oh my dear little dove, what is it you want?”

She could feel her body grow warm, the hairs on her neck and arm standing, “not you.” She murmured.

Haarlep couldn't contain his laughter, "Of course, how silly of me." His tone was laced with amusement, his body vibrating against hers as he held her close, "You can't deny me your feelings forever.” He closed his eyes, relaxing in her presence.

She turned her head, their faces inches apart, her eyes soft matching her voice, "and you can't always get what you want..."

The incubus smiled and opened his eyes, his hand cupping her chin, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her own, "so it seems with you, but I can always try."

Her eyes were transfixed on his lips, her breath coming out in shallow pants, her voice but a whisper, "Haarlep..."

"That's my name..." his lips brushing hers as he spoke. His smile was devious as his lips pressed against her own, the taste of her was all too intoxicating… Haarlep knew she could feed him for days, fully satisfied.

She didn't fight it, she couldn't. The kiss she had been wishing for all this time was like a drug and she was hooked. Her eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

They kissed as if the world around them was falling apart. His lips were demanding, taking control, stealing her very soul; in a way that was more poetic than literal, he didn’t wish to see her fall by his hands.

He pressed her against the wall, his tongue exploring her mouth, intertwining with hers. Their breathing intertwined as his fingers weaved through her hair while she pulled at his. They groaned and gasped, her body pressing against his. He gently bit her lip before they parted, a thin strand of saliva linking their lips. With a chuckle, he licked his lips, observing her closely, and the flush of red on her cheeks elicited a contented purr from him. His tail gently stroked her hip and thigh.

She was so soft…

The urgency in his eyes softened to a tender warmth that acknowledged the depth of their connection. She stood there, breathless and vulnerable, yet enveloped in the profound realization that amidst her facade, she truly did find an oasis in Haarlep’s arms.

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a gentleness that contrasted his previous urgency. His tail still caressing her sides.

"Play a game with me, little dove?"

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #raphael bg3 #tav #haarlep #haarlep the incubus #haarlep x tav #haarlep x reader #bg3 haarlep #haarlep bg3

[houseoftulips]

The Government Name | H. Iwaizumi ~ the one where you pull out the full name card

─➭ pairing: boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime x fem reader

─➭ mentions of: reader is trying to be petty, fluff and maybe a little suggestive, iwa just can’t get enough of you

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You’ve been dating Iwaizumi Hajime for a couple of years now and since the day he asked you to be his girlfriend you haven’t called him by his full name.

It was your love language he picked up on after a couple months into dating. Not another day went by when you didn’t call him a nickname that magically popped in your head.

“Haji! Can you help me, please?”

“Honey, don’t forget your lunch!”

“I’ll see you later, my love…”

“You got a cute butt, honeybun”

The last one definitely makes him blush like a fifteen-year old and grumble a “Quit bein’ cheesy, doll.” So it’s obviously safe to say that you haven’t said both his first and last name for a while. And he hasn’t with done so with you either.

But you being a clever pretty thing you are - his words of course - used that to your advantage during a little bickering match you had going on. Hajime was supposed to pick you up after work so you guys could go on a much needed date. But lo-and-behold he didn’t show up till an hour and a half later because he decided to stay back with the Black Jackels Volleyball team for a longer practice.

When he did finally pick you up as soon as you stepped into the car you sat facing the window. Ah, a cute little sign of when you’re mad at him, he thinks. Hajime doesn’t complain though, he knows why you haven’t said a word to him let alone look at him since you got in the car. So he speaks up.

“I’m sorry, I’m late, babydoll,” he says as he reaches over the console to search for your hand to hold. Just as he’s about to intertwine his fingers with yours, you pull your hand away. He sighs quietly with his hand still out, “Come on, baby. Hold my hand.”

“No,” you say confidently as you stare out the window, “Your hand holding privileges have been revoked.”

Hajime chuckles at your answer. “That so?” he smirked as he took a quick glance at you, “What about hugs?”

“No hugs,” you say in an annoyed tone.

“No hugs?” he repeated as he clutched his chest dramatically, “Not even kisses?”

“Not even kisses, Hajime.”

He eases on the brake as he comes to a red light hearing that name come out of your mouth. Huh? Who is Hajime? Surely not him. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and sees you’re still not looking at him.

“Say that again, doll?” he says.

Then you finally look at him. Your eyes show that little fierce in you he admires. You’re standing your ground.

“I said. No kisses, Iwaizumi Hajime.”

His eyes slightly widen hearing the full government name. And to be honest, his pants might’ve tightened a bit too. “Iwaizumi Hajime, huh,” he smirks as the light turns green and begins to drive off, “That’s the full name, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart… That’s the nickname that makes you week in the knees but you’re still holding yourself strong. “You get called the full name when you’re being a jerk,” you pout.

Hajime sighs softly. He deserves it, he knows that. And as much as it might be turning him on hearing you full name him, it’s still stings his chest a bit.

“You’re breaking my heart over here,” he chuckles softly as he tries once again to hold your hand. You try to pull away again but he manages to swiftly intertwine his fingers with yours. And he feel a bit better after since you didn’t pull off much of a fight to get out of his hold.

He brings your hand up to his lips as he continues to drive home. He kisses your knuckles as he mumbles against your skin, “What can I do to get out of this punishment, sweetheart?”

You pout more because you don’t know. He knows you like the back of his hand so he knew why you were mad at him. And being the mature man he is, he admits his faults despite his stubborn personality.

You feel him play with your fingers as he finally pulls the car into the parking lot of your shared apartment. He uses his free hand to put the car in park so he doesn’t let go of you and it makes you smile.

“Iwaizumi,” you say as you look at him.

“Baby, quit calling me that. Come on,” he chuckles making s giggle slip out of your pretty mouth.

“Listen first,” you say in a firm but soft tone, “You’re such an asshole that I can’t stay mad at you forever but you still hurt my feelings.”

“And I couldn’t be anymore sorry, sweets,” he says with no hesitation as he brings your hand to cups his warm cheek, “You can punish me in different ways just not the government name.”

You giggle that brings warmth to Hajime’s chest again while you softly run your thumb on his cheek. “You do dishes for two weeks and you take Toru to the airport next saturday too,” you say as you lean towards his face.

“Not shittykawa,” he grumbles as he hides his growing smile on his face as your noses touch.

“I took him last time he visited,” you say against his lips, “Please…my love…”

Fucking finally, he thinks with a smile. “Alright,” he says, “Only if you give me a fat kiss, sweetheart.”

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#anime characters #anime fanfic #haikyuu #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi hajime x reader

[khaosrealms]

using syzoth x princess!reader's magnificent request; could you write a scenario where reader ends up arguing with her sisters, who were worried about her getting closer to the zaterran? — they are just wanting the best for their little sister.

LACERTA’S CROWN JEWEL. / SYZOTH X PRINCESS! READER.

a/n: now how did you know that i just absolutely adore family dynamics? of course i’ll write a scenario for this! it would be my pleasure 💙

“I forbid it.” Those are the first words that leave Mileena’s lips when you tell her of your newfound companion. Of Syzoth, the Zaterran you’d begun to make quick friends with. And, the same as many, many centuries of petty arguments and squabbles, you cannot say you are surprised. The only thing you can say you are, with certainty, is annoyed. Annoyed that you could already feel a headache stirring at your temples for what was to come. Annoyed that this was, without doubt, another lesson of Mileena’s you remember quite well from when you were younger.

“You— forbid it?” “I forbid it.” “And for what reason is that?” You can see the trepidation in Mileena’s features. Risen to Empress, she restrains better than she had before; but you know your sister, and you know Kitana, stood beside you, can see the very same thing. Musing with her hands, the same she often would her own fans. You three are alone here, no other company but the walls, but Mileena falls to a hush. Clutching your wrist; speaking beneath her chin. “He is a Zaterran, sister. Do you know what things the court would say if they were to discover who you make company of?” The court? The court which now fell beneath Mileena’s rule? The court that she, with a flick of her palm, could bend to her every will?

You despised the days in which fighting felt like the only way you could get through to your sister. Her problem. She started it first.

“And what will your court say? When they find their Empress has been infected with Tarkat?” “Excuse me?” The expression on Kitana’s face is all you need to know you’ve pushed the discussion down a route of no return. Her scrunched features hidden behind her hand; shielding her eyes from the sight of you both bickering. So you continue. If arguing is the only way forth— then that’s your choice. One step forward is all you need to cross the distance between you and Mileena, in all her seething, withheld rage. “Or are you perhaps the only one worth defending amongst your court? Mother knows you’ve thought only of yourself!”

“Myself? Only of myself?” The royal fabric on your chest strains against your sister’s nails as she grabs hold. Forcing you to remain in place. Forced to look up at her. “The only reason why you have not endured the savagery of the court is because I protect you! All your dismissed suitors, all those soldiers of Shao— did you think you alone suppressed those whispers?!” Even Kitana’s intervention is not enough to halt Mileena’s barrage. The hand on her wrist nothing more but an assurance that she should continue; spitting her words in your face. “It was mine and mother’s burden, always. Tending to your whispers! Tending to your desires!” “Mileena, please, it’s enough.” “No Kitana, it is not enough! You indulge her, same as I have!” How easy it was for your elder sister to get a rise out of you. The bitter sting that forms tears at the corners of your eyes; gritting your teeth to push them down. But she continues. Mileena continues, because at the very sight of her, you can tell she’s scared. Just as scared as you. “A daughter of Sindel making close company of a Zaterran will ruin you, sister. Ridding yourself of what little favor you hold in the court— do you want that?” “Mileena.” The sound of Mileena’s bracers creaking beneath Kitana’s palm is warning enough. When you are pulled away, it’s Kitana’s hand that urges you to stay firm; set on the small of your back.

“We worry about you, sister.” Kitana’s even words melted out from between her lips. Coated in earnest worry, there, even in the crease of her brow. And though you almost bite back, retaliating against her kindness— you blink past your tears, clearing your throat. She’s a mirror; the words she speaks are a reflection of Mileena’s own. Only easier to swallow, sweeter. As needed as the bitterness of your Empress’ sister. “We know his intentions are well, but the court will make their assumptions of a Zaterran. Harsher ones, when a princess is involved.”

“His name is Syzoth.” You feel Mileena’s eyes flicker to your face. Watch as you direct your words to Kitana, who absorbs your words as they leave you. “And he helped in the battle against Shang Tsung. He was there— saving the people of Outworld. Fighting alongside us.” When you turn and lock eyes with Mileena, you know then that she is listening. “If the court you rule is one that won’t defend one of its own protectors, then I want no place in such a court with you.”

For a moment, there is silence.

Filled only by the wind and inhaled breathes your sisters and yourself take. Kitana surveying your reactions, Mileena scanning your eyes, and your own, staring right back at her’s. The first to break the quiet— softening her eyes at your refusal to let go. “You know I can’t lose you too.” And it breaks Mileena’s heart, as it does your own. “Do you believe he has a place here, in my court?”

“Of course I do.” With utter certainty. So much so, it almost embarrasses you how quickly it escapes; a gesture not so easily ignored by Kitana. That peculiar smile of her’s filling her lips— the same one she gifts Mileena when she speaks to Tanya. You ignore it, as best you can. “A Zaterran might just be what you need, in your new era, Empress Mileena.” She would never just used to it, no matter how much Kitana and you said it, but it’s enough to make Mileena smile. Clearing the air of its sharpness and melting it down into exhaustion. Mileena’s gentle hand fitting into your own, gifting it a small squeeze. “Syzoth is a good man, I promise, sister.” You squeeze back and Mileena’s exhaustion warms to acceptance.

“Only as your confidant, I hope?” “Surely, it couldn’t possibly be anything more, could it, Sister?” Elder Gods, maybe you should died during the battle. Spare you from your sisters and their smirks as your cheeks redden under their questioning. Impossible to hide, as they corner you with their frames. Kitana poking at your side, Mileena tugging at your cheek as you squirmed. “A hug from a Princess of Outworld could surely be considered more, could it not, Sister?” “A Zaterran winning the affection of Sindel’s daughter— what gasping rumor to be heard in the court!” “You two keep talking and you’ll be joining mother and father in the afterlife!”

#syzoth #mortal kombat x reader #syzoth x reader #syzoth x princess! reader #feel like that one kermit meme #of him slamming away @ his keys #but it’s my dumbass on my phone #god i LOVEEE sibling conflicts #thank u so much again 4 the request! #i had a lot of fun w/ this 💚💚 #and it’s to help segway into part 3 of the princess stuff! #i’ve written princess so much #it doesn’t sound like a real word LOLLL

[feverishly-kpop]

Seungmin & SKZ - Argument

Seungmin was seeing red.

He had been frustrated all day. Mostly with himself to be honest. He had been off of his game all day, just feeling generally worn out.

“I’m not trying to be rude but the lyrics are right in front of you” Jisung said pointedly, only adding to Seungmin’s sour mood.

“It’s not the lyrics, Jisung” Seungmin snapped back. “It’s the rhythm. It doesn’t make sense to me. I’m getting mixed up.”

“It’s really not all that complicated” Jisung replied, his eyes rolling as he clapped the beat out twice over before dropping back to his seat, clearly too irritated to continue.

After a moment of silence Chan stepped in, realizing that the petty bickering between Jisung and Seungmin was teetering a bit too closely toward an actual argument for his liking. “Jisung, step out and get some air please” he said calmly, trying to bring the overall mood down, but, just as he suspected, Jisung was far too heated to let it go without a fight.

“If I step out, I’m going home” Jisung said, his eyes cold and still locked on Seungmin.

“He’s got a point, hyung.”

Great, just what Chan needed. An actual coup in the vocal studio at 10:00 PM.

“No offense, Seungmin, but you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten your part yet” Jeongin continued. “We’re so tired.”

Hyunjin nodded along in agreement, quickly taking the opportunity to interject. “Minho-hyung, Felix, and I have been here since noon. We didn’t have a break between dance and vocal. If we all can’t leave its only fair for the three of us to be excused.”

Seungmin glanced at Minho and Felix who kept their eyes cast down, but their expressions confirmed that they were in agreement with Hyunjin.

Of course they were.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

“If they get to go, so do we” Jisung yelled as he sprung from his seat.

“Jisung sit down” Changbin shouted over the chaos.

“Bold of you to assume that you guys should be able to leave just because you got here a little earlier. Seems selfish…” Jeongin grumbled at Hyunjin on the other side of the room.

“Bold of you to talk to your hyung that way, Jeongin” Minho clapped, coming to Hyunjin’s defense.

“Guys, that’s enough” Chan said firmly but it fell on deaf ears.

Seungmin had heard enough.

“Shut up” he shouted, a sudden sharp pain sparking behind his eyes. “Seriously, stop it. Go home. All of you.”

The rest of the group suddenly grew silent. Seungmin was far from the most emotionally volatile member. He almost never raised his voice but when he did it was alarming to say the least.

“Seungmin” Felix started but Seungmin held up a hand.

“Just…go.” Seungmin understood that they were all tired. The dance line had a full day before vocal practice started, he knew that they must be dead on their feet. Just this vocal practice had left Seungmin exhausted.

Without another word Chan nodded to the rest of the members, who quietly grabbed their belongings and scrambled out of the room.

“I’m so sorry, Minnie” Chan said, his head hanging as he massaged his temples. “Jisung hasn’t been sleeping very well….”

Seungmin was too frustrated to listen to anything more.

“Hyung, just go home.” His tone made his mood clear.

And with that he reached into his bag for his headphones, making it clear that he was done with the conversation. He could see Chan’s lips moving, probably telling him not to stay too late, but he couldn’t bring himself to care what his hyung was saying. He just wanted to be alone and, within a few moments, his wish was granted and be was left to continue working by himself in the quiet studio.

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It didn’t take long until the pain behind his eyes had turned into a full blown migraine. The low lights in the studio and the backing track playing in his headphones soon became too much to deal with, but there was no way he could walk home in his current condition. And he absolutely wasn’t about to call one of his members for help. He was still beyond angry with all of them.

Instead he tossed his headphones aside, unbothered as they slid across the table and landed on the floor, and curled up in the corner on the floor, using his bag as a pillow. Was there a lounge with a couch just down the hall? Yes, yes there was. But Seungmin didn’t have nearly enough energy to get himself there. The floor would be just fine as long as he could close his eyes for a few hours.

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Then next morning came early which was absolutely not surprising to Seungmin. There was only so much rest he could get on the hard floor but he had hoped that it would be enough to shake his bothersome migraine. Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite effect. On top of his migraine his entire body ached, the pain exacerbated by the chills running through his body.

After a slow stretch in an attempt to regain some sensation in his arms and legs he stood up and checked his phone for the time.

5:00 AM.

Well shit.

Chan would be up any minute and would be on his way to bust the studio door down when he found that Seungmin hadn’t come home. Grabbing his bag he resolved to take a fast walk home, hoping to get there before Chan woke for the day.

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Much to Seungmin’s surprise it was quiet when he arrived home. He glanced at the table and noticed a note from Chan:

No practice til noon tomorrow. Try and sleep in - BC

Seungmin felt the tension in his shoulders dissipated, relieved that he’d have a few hours to rest before dance practice today. After the feud that erupted the prior night Seungmin held out no hope that Minho would go easy on them.

Not wanting to waste another moment Seungmin slipped into his room, quickly changing into his pajamas while being careful not to wake any of his sleeping roommates. A few hours of sleep before leaving again would be better than none at all.

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He felt like he had just closed his eyes. There was no way that hours had passed. Even minutes would be generous. It couldn’t have been more than second.

Yet Hyunjin was standing in the doorway dressed and ready to go.

“Seungmin you’ve gotta get up. Jisung will lose his shit if he finds out you’re still sleeping” Hyunjin said sympathetically. Seungmin couldn’t help to feel a little guilty about how mad he still was with his members, but his thoughts were immediately redirected to the pain in every inch of his body. Somehow it seemed to have gotten worse than it had been this morning, something that Seungmin didn’t seem to think was possible.

“Okay, I’m getting up” Seungmin said as he swung his legs over the bed, forcing himself to sit up. His stomach lurched at the movement, the pain in his head so intense that it was making him nauseous. Unfortunately for him, however, he didn’t have time to do anything about any of it.

He knew he’d be in for a rough day.

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Practice was tense, just as Seungmin had anticipated. They had all taken the opportunity to get some much needed sleep that morning but that left them with no time to discuss what had happened the previous night.

Seungmin muddled through song after song, doing his best not to draw any attention to himself, but he could feel the pain wracking his body growing worse by the minute.

He made it half way through their run through of Domino before he hit the wall.

“Hyung” Seungmin called out weakly, hoping to get Minho’s attention but the music was too loud and he could hardly get his voice above a whisper.

Then his feet stopped moving. Despite his best efforts to keep up with the music his feet felt cemented to the ground. Before he could give it a further thought he felt a body crash into his, sending both of them to the floor and, just like that, Seungmin vomited on the floor in front of him. For just a second he couldn’t help but notice how much better he felt after getting sick, but that feeling was short lived as he was overcome with a sudden sense of absolute exhaustion followed by darkness.

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“Jisung sit down, please.”

That was Minho’s voice. Or maybe Chan’s? But maybe Changbin?

Seungmin’s head felt foggy as he came to.

“Sit your ass down, Jisung-ah. And get the ice back on that bump. Hyunjin didn’t run across the building to get it for you for his health.”

Well that was definitely Minho’s voice.

“Hey, there you are.” Felix’s soft voice and face came into focus simultaneously. “Take your time opening your eyes, okay?”

Chan immediately joined Felix on the floor when he saw Seungmin stir. “What happened, Seungmin?” Seungmin could hear the stress in Chan’s voice despite his best efforts to mask it.

“I think I fell…” Seungmin said, trying to remember exactly how he had ended up on the floor but coming up with nothing. “Yeah I fell I guess.”

Chan and Felix exchanged a knowing glance before Chan turned back to Seungmin. “I think you did a little more than fall, Minnie. You froze during the run through and Jisung backed into you.”

Neither Chan or Felix could miss the look of confusion and pain on Jisung’s face.

“Jisung knocked you over and then you got sick and passed out” Felix added, trying to jog Seungmin’s memory.

“I’m sorry…I can clean it up” Seungmin responded before making an attempt to sit up only to find resistance from Chan’s hand on his chest.

“Don’t try to get up. You’re really sick. When did you start feeling unwell?” Chan’s tone was serious in a way that made Seungmin guilty for having been so upset with them all just a few minutes ago. He tried to respond but only a sob came out.

Just then a cold hand grabbed his and squeezed it.

“I’m so sorry. Last night. There’s no excuse” Jisung said, a tear falling down his cheek.

“It’s okay, water under the bridge” Seungmin replied, squeezing Jisung’s hand a little tighter, trying to warm it up a little. “I hate to say it, but…karma?” The room erupted with laughter at that comment, even Jisung couldn’t help but let out a chuckle despite the joke being at his expense.

“Yeah, turns out the floor is hard when you fall and whack your head on it” Jisung responded with a smile. “Who knew?”

After taking a few more minutes to get his bearings Chan sat down next to Seungmin again, setting a palm on his forehead. “All jokes aside, Minnie, you need to be in bed. Let’s get going.” Chan and Jeongin helped Seungmin to his feet, the woozy feeling that Seungmin had been feeling all day slowly creeping back.

“You’re going to bed when we get home, understood?” Minho said to Seungmin as he grabbed his bag off the floor. Seungmin responded with a silent nod, honestly too exhausted and sick to even consider doing anything but sleep. “And you too, Humpty Dumpty. Straight to bed.”

Jisung blushed but nodded in response, still holding the bag if ice to the side of his head. And with that, any hard feelings that Seungmin was still feeling from last night disappeared as they locked up the dance studio behind them.

#kpop sickfic #sickfic #skz sickfic #stray kids sickfic #Seungmin sick #Seungmin sickfic

[perpetualcynicism]

what about a detective rivals to lovers story with heizou? (warning: it gets pretty long.)

(parts two, three, four and five)

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so like, you and heizou are the tenryou commission’s most promising minds, and as a result, you have a habit of trying to outdo each other when it comes to cases— things such as who can solve it the fastest, who can catch the criminal first, and so forth— and over time this has turned into a rivalry. though it doesn’t necessarily harbour any serious negative feelings about each other, it’s not exactly a friendly and positive rivalry, either.

for example, you dislike the size of heizou’s ego and his seemingly never-ending supply of energy, and most of all the way he relies so heavily on his ‘intuition’ that he doesn’t even seem to be trying at all, while he has problems with your seeming lack of passion and indifference when you’re working; not to mention your habit of simply abandoning cases if they don’t interest you enough. he often goes out of his way to continuously annoy you; distracting you to get reactions of any kind, tries to play mind games with you, almost like a child, and he’s disappointed whenever you figure out (and ignore) his ever-so-cunning tactics. he gets on your nerves, and you rub him the wrong way.

and so, when a particularly dangerous and intelligent organisation start stirring up trouble, the tenryou commission decides that the only way this case is going to get resolved is if you both work on it. together.

you almost gag at the thought. heizou doesn’t look too pleased when he receives the news, either; he scoffs and sends you a look containing a hint of condescension, as if he thinks himself better than you. your skin crawls, but your face betrays nothing of the internal curses you’re muttering. 

when you first get started on the case, your interactions are snappy and as short as possible; neither of you want to spend any more time than necessary in the other’s presence. rather than working together, your dynamic is more along the lines of “i’ll go away and make some deductions, you’ll go away and make some of your own, and then we’ll come back together and argue about who’s right”. in short, the word ‘cooperation’ suddenly ceases to exist when you’re around each other.

but as a result of your petty bickering rather than focusing your energy on cracking the case, the crimes committed by this organisation begin to grow more violent, and more unpredictable. murders start popping up more frequently in the news. you both hesitate when you hear this; because of your inability to work together, and instead having your focus set on poking trifling holes in each other’s theories, has costed lives. for the sake of the greater good, you make a silent agreement to put aside your rivalry and problems with each other for the time being.

and in doing so, you start realising things about each other that were previously shrouded in bad impressions when you messed with each other; for example, heizou’s habit of playing mind games with people has started to corner potential suspects, while your ability to see through such tricks has stopped both of you for falling for various traps set out for you along the way. though you often face cases with a disinterested manner and apathetic glance, heizou doesn’t fail to notice the passion and time you’re pouring into your work; maybe you do care about these things, after all, and he just failed to notice it before.

perhaps, he starts to think, your mask of indifference is a result of this passion; you spend so much time and effort engrossed in your work that you simply don’t have energy to show it. looking at how diligently you draw connections between pieces of data, heizou could almost describe you as getting lost in your work. but nobody, no matter how skilled or intelligent, can go on like this forever. a foreign feeling begins to settle in his gut; is it concern? 

but though he feels guilty, he says nothing of it; he needs you working on this case with him more than he’d like to admit.

as the case progresses, you start to bounce your ideas off each other rather than try to drag the other down; you pose questions to each other and fill in gaps that may be missing in your deductions. when you counter a theory, it’s no longer out of spite, but a way of strengthening the line of thought even further.

in fact, though the very thought disgusts the both of you, one looking from the outside could describe you almost as close. of course, is someone were to say such a thing, you’d belittle the statement. however, you can’t deny that a little voice inside you is seeming to say, ‘maybe he’s not that bad after all.’ you glance at heizou from the corner of your eyes; he catches it, and returns it with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a mischievous grin. the words ‘like what you see?’ are written all over his face. you roll your eyes at him, unimpressed, but can’t help but wonder if he thinks the same.

soon enough, exhaustion begins to take its toll on you. long hours spent analysing evidence have sapped you of your energy; even looking at the progress you’ve made makes you want to be sick. it’s been a while since you allowed yourself to get this engrossed in a case, and for a good reason; getting burnt out while in the middle of investigating murders isn’t exactly what you can call convenient timing.

heizou notices the light coming from your study that burns throughout the night, and when he sees you these days, the resulting weariness has begun to settle in your voice and in bags under your eyes. when he suggests getting some rest, you dismiss the suggestion, claiming that you’re fine and don’t need any sleep. he isn’t convinced— and neither are you— but, yet again, he doesn’t probe any deeper into it. perhaps it’s selfish of him to do so, but something within him doesn’t have the heart to send you away from his side, even if for your own benefit.

in fact, he realises that he’s coming to rather enjoy your presence, gods forbid. no, more than enjoy; he finds himself actively seeking it out, and when you’re not near him, it’s you he’s thinking of rather than the case. 

ah. this isn’t good. 

but since he’s already caught feelings for you, he may as well check whether you share the sentiment.

heizou’s behaviour around begins to change. not by much, but he starts showing off more than usual and trying to impress you with his ‘impeccable deductive thinking skills’ (as he calls them). you, much to his disappointment, remain completely unmoved. he’s a rather well-liked guy, and has a fair share of fans; these tactics always work on them. but you’re a tough nut to crack, it seems. 

no matter. he can wait.

he tries to look for some other signs that you like him back; after all, he can usually read people like a book, but with you, he can find no hints, no body language, no indications that you return these feelings; this irks him. for the first time, he finds himself unable to deduce somebody’s motives. you’re a mystery to him, and this frustrates him as much as it captivates him.

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now, one night, he’s returning from a day-long investigation of the most recent crime scene, scribbled notes and observations tucked under his arm, whistling to himself as he saunters into your shared office to discuss his recent findings with you. you, meanwhile, agreed to stay inside and make sense of what you’ve got so far. the lights are still on, so you’re most likely still working away. he looks forwards to discussing his discoveries with you. 

he pushes open the door, calling a playful ‘hello-o!’, expecting for his enthusiastic greeting to be returned with an exasperated sigh as per usual. but to his surprise, there’s no answer. heizou tilts his head, mumbling an ‘eh?’ under his breath. he’s painfully aware of the absence of your voice.

he peeks inside the room, puzzled. his eyes sweep over the interior, and land on a familiar figure.

you’re slumped over your desk, a pile of annotated, scribbled-on paperwork beneath your head. there is a quill still loosely gripped in your hand, and a light burning beside you.

he can’t help but chuckle under his breath, shaking his head as he approaches you. “you’ve really overworked yourself, haven’t you?” he muses. the only response is your quiet breathing. heizou walks over and pulls out a chair to sit beside you, watching you with a hand propping up his cheek. the light bathes you in a warm glow, and he can’t help but think, hey, you look kind of cute. he shudders to think how you’d react to that statement if you were awake. looking at you, so unkempt and vulnerable, he feels an urge to play with you a little. pull a prank, perhaps. an impish grin spreads across his face, and he reaches his hand towards you— whether to pinch you, poke you, or play with your hair, he doesn’t know.

but then, just as he’s about to make contact, his hand hesitates. you look so peaceful, for once, and he can’t bring himself to disturb you.

he pulls his hand away. you deserve your rest.

because, mixed in with his feelings of endearment and mischief, the concern he held for you before begins taking form as guilt for not stopping you earlier. if he had been more firm about you getting some rest, perhaps you wouldn’t be in this state in the first place. though it’s tempting, he’s not about to drag you back into the waking world just when you’ve finally got some rest for the sake of his amusement.

you must be uncomfortable, he thinks. even if you sleep for three days, in this position, there’s no way you’ll wake up feeling any better than the moment you nodded off. he briefly considers the possibility of taking you back to your place, but waves it away; your home is hardly nearby, and he would have to wake you to get you there. then he recalls that there’s a minuscule side room containing a bed, should the person using this place need to sleep there. only problem is, there’s only one bed.

heizou shrugs. no problem. he can take the sofa. 

he stands up, considering how to move you without waking you. very, very gently, he tips you backwards against your chair to make it easier to lift you. then, still ever so careful, he places an arm under your back, and another under your legs, and picks you up, holding you close to his chest.

you shift your head, mumbling a few vague noises, likely roused by the movement. momentarily panicking, heizou hushes you with a soft ‘shh’, and you relax once more. he breathes an inwards sigh of relief, his heartbeat accelerating. when you lean unconsciously into him, it grows even faster.

heizou lays you down on the bed, resting your head on the pillow, careful to make the impact as soft as possible. he removes his hands, waiting there a moment with held breath to check if you stir again. nothing. phew. 

the possibility of joining you arises in his mind. it is tempting, he has to admit.

he shakes away the thought. you would certainly find it uncomfortable if you were awake, so he shouldn’t disrespect that merely because you’re sleeping. however, he can’t help but cast a final glance at you before leaving the room. he smiles to himself.

he snuffs out the light and lies down on the sofa, sleep soon taking him, too, in its embrace.

when you awaken in the morning (or, as you’re later informed, late afternoon), heizou’s already awake, sticking some notes to the ever-growing mural of photos and documents on the wall. you feel… well rested, for once. you could’ve sworn you fell asleep at your desk last night, not in the bed, but maybe your memory is blurry.

you yawn, and heizou turns around at the sound, eyes lighting up when he sees you. as per usual, there’s a playful glint of mischief in his gaze.

“somebody slept well,” he teases, unable to keep himself from smiling at the state of your bedhead and general unkept appearance. 

you rub your eyes and grunt. “mn.” 

you pause, before saying, “i had a weird dream last night.”

heizou’s grin widens, and he suddenly feels a little giddy. “oh? what was it about?”

“not sure,” you frown. “can’t remember the details. i think it was a nice dream, though.”

“really?” he quirks an eyebrow, an hint of smugness entering his voice. “i’m glad.”

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aaand that’s all i can come up with for now, but i doubt this is the end of that idea. i definitely intend to continue writing this further, and also have a few other heizou-related ideas in store…

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[shmolish]

AN: ARGAGRAGAFAGGSGAGAHA (Going feral for this man)

Espresso x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: LOTS of kissing + tension, mild swearing, kinda enemies to lovers

-Hate me-

God, you hated everything about him. From how mouthy he was to how he always felt the need to be better than you! He was honestly just the worst.

And now he was right there infront of you. Look at him! One of the worst being to come into existence...

"Don't you know that staring is rude?" Espresso would ask from across the table.

"I am not staring," you snapped back.

"Well if it's not that then you must be gazing with admiration." Espresso let out a small chuckle before looking towards you once again.

The mere thought of it was absolutely repulsive. Why would you ever hold admiration for somebody like him?

I mean, he was so snarky, hardly took care of his health, always thought that he was the center of everything, researched way too much, was incredibly smart, always looked dashing, had eyes that could swoon anyone and- what were you thinking about again?

Right. Espresso is the worst!

"You know, I absolutely despise you," You'd say.

"Uh huh... And that's why you talk about me all of the time?"

"I'm complaining about you." You crossed your arms.

"Glad to know I'm always on your mind..." He'd roll a pen around on the table nonchalantly, not taking any of your words seriously.

"You're so irritating!"

"You're not any-"

"Would you two stop bickering like children and please take this outside? We are trying to have a productive meeting here." Latte Cookie seemed to be fed up with the both of you. So did the other professors.

Espresso sighed before reluctantly exiting the room with you.

"Look at what you did, ass-hole," you muttered under your breath.

"The only thing that got us kicked out was your own immaturity."

"You were acting just as bad. Don't start."

"Oh my God, would you please shut up already?"

"Make me."

Espresso would send you a nasty side eye before grabbing both of your wrists with one of his hands. He'd push you up against the nearest wall, placing a hand firmly at your side.

"Hey! What the h-"

Before you could continue any of your protests, Espresso's lips would meet with your own, and instantly, you'd melt into the kiss.

The kiss was desperate and messy, and for a long time neither of you dared to pull away.

"For someone who hates me, you're not resisting this very much," he would say in-between kisses.

"You have me pinned-"

He continued to kiss you needily.

"'Using hardly any strength. You could have easily gotten out if you wanted to." He leaned closer to your ear. "But you didn't. I wonder why that is~"

Though you couldn't see his face, you knew he was smiling. A heavy blush dusted your own face, and just out of petty, you'd move your hands a little.

Espresso's grasp immediately tightens. "Don't be like that. You've already shown me that you like this quite a lot."

He resumed kissing you, making you breathless and your knees grow weak. Everything about this felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. You needed more of this. You needed more of him.

Espresso would continue to kiss you, hungry for the taste of you. Your bottom lip had become swollen from all if the biting and kissing, and his grasp around your waist had gotten tighter.

At this point, you had not only stopped resisting him, but had fully embraced it.

If you had told yourself from a few days ago that Espresso would be choking you out with his tongue, and that you were enjoying it, they would have looked at you as if you'd grown two heads.

Then the doors to the meeting room flew open, exposing the both of you.

"Aha! I TOLD YOU THEY WOULD MAKE OUT. LATTE, YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS!" Eclair would call out.

Latte just face palmed.

《☆》 Fin

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[happenstnces]

⠀CRIMSON CLOVER ✧ E. PRENTISS

✧ based off of this prompt.     emily prentiss x gn!reader ! 

syn. it may be your job, but you’re getting sick and tired of patching her up. warning ! intentional lowercase, swearing, mentions of blood, alcohol, & smoking, suggested smut, enemies to a little more than friends, slight hurt/comfort & angst. wc. 2.4k 

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            the first time you met her, you immediately knew you could never get along.

            getting her to sit down at the foot of the rig was a struggle on it’s own, she kept insisting that she was fine, that it was just a scratch, and she made it nearly impossible for you to just do your damn job. she huffed the entire time, rolling her dark eyes as you fired through the list of routine questions, acting as though you tending to the gash in her forehead was nothing more than an inconvenience.

            “seriously, i’m fine.” she snapped, shrugging the hand you had on the top of her head away. you quirked a brow, “you need stitches.”

            “no, i don’t. it doesn’t even hurt,” she raised her hand to prod at the open wound, but you were quick to catch her wrist before she could make contact and inevitably give herself an infection. “oh, i didn’t realize the fbi gave out medical degrees.” 

            you dropped her hand back to her lap and cocked your head in annoyance, hoping to god she would just shut up and sit there. “when you work in a hospital that isn’t on wheels, i’ll start taking medical advice from a nurse.” she muttered.

            she wasn’t even sure why she said it, she didn’t have any particular hatred for paramedics, in fact, she often found herself very thankful for them. part of her felt bad for being so rude to you, you were just doing your job, but in her defence, getting clocked in the head with a two-by-four had slowed her down and allowed the unsub to escape; leaving her unwillingly sat in the back of an ambulance while the rest of the team followed in pursuit.

            “perfect. next time you need a hospital on wheels, i’ll remember you said that.” you made sure your tone matched hers, infused with clear irritation, while trying to just scrape being professional. it may be petty, but your day hadn’t exactly been going your way, either. “and i’m not a nurse.”

            “are you done yet?”

            “did i say i was done?” 

            she bit her tongue, stewing in her annoyance until you snapped your gloves as you pulled them off. “there. now i’m done.” she narrowed her eyes at you, “thanks.” if she had only waited until she was a few more feet away, you would have missed what she mumbled beneath her breath as she strode towards the black SUV parked a little up the road.

            “smartass.”

            you didn’t see her for some time after that, either she had been extremely careful in the field (which sounded rather unlikely), or she had requested you specifically be removed from the rotation of paramedics that are first on the bau’s beck and call.

            in all honesty, you wouldn’t put it past her—hell, you had even thought about requesting it yourself. the next time you saw her, you internally groaned, rolling your eyes when her back turned to you.

            “please, roll your eyes harder. i don’t think they got a good look at the back of your skull.” judging by the smirk on her lips, she must’ve thought that was quite clever. you didn’t respond, keeping your eyes trained on the bloody knuckles cradled in your hands, brows knit together in annoyance. you didn’t have it in you to bicker with her right now, quickly making friends with silence.

            “what? no snarky remarks for me today, sunshine?” she prodded, raising her leg beside her, foot tucked into the crook of her knee. you hummed, but said nothing. the quicker you could patch her up, the quicker you could continue with your day. “you bruised the bone.” you disturbed the lull that had snaked its way between you.

            “no, i didn’t.”

            “really?” you pressed ever so gently on the knuckle of her pointer finger, watching as she winced and swore and tugged her swollen hand from your grasp. “ow!” your brows raised knowingly, pursing your lips as if to silently say i told you so. “what did you do?” she was hesitant to slip her hand back into yours waiting open and patiently. “nothing, yet. if you don’t let me do my job, my story might change.”

            you held her gaze for a second, as if to solidify your threat, but it quickly dissolved into a small smile that mirrored hers. “what did you do?” you changed the topic; maybe if you got to know her, your distaste would soften. you highly doubted it, but it was worth a shot, right?

            “punched someone.” she said nonchalantly, “a few times.”

            you let out a sharp puff of air from your nose, a sorry excuse for a laugh, and reached for the medical tape beside you. “i’d hate to see what they look like.” you were both silent again, and you didn’t speak until you had taped her hand and told her she was free to go.

            “stop getting hurt, i’m sick of fixing you.” you called as she began to walk away. she turned on her heel and took a few steps backwards, biting back a laugh. “oh, no! what am i to do without my favourite nurse?”

            you curled your lips downward, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “still not a nurse.”

            much like before, a few weeks passed before your paths crossed again—this time, it wasn’t in the middle of your workday. you were walking home from a game night with your friends when she came stumbling out of a bar a few paces up the sidewalk, hand cupping her jaw as she cursed, rather loudly.

            “fucking christ!” you weren’t going to say anything, hoping you could seamlessly pass by, until she spit a mouthful of blood in front of her boots, wiping the corner of her bleeding lip with the heel of her hand. 

            “prentiss?” you called out, stopping a few feet away. she looked up, and if you had been looking a little closer, you would’ve caught the relief that momentarily flashed across her face. “oh, hey.” she shook her stiff hand out, the once swollen and bloody knuckles reduced to faint green and yellow blots, wobbling on unsteady legs as she did so.

            you scoffed, already wishing you could go back in time and keep walking. “what happened?”

            “bar fight.”

            “jesus,” you muttered, wryly chuckling in disbelief. “i’m starting to think you’re purposefully looking to get injured.” she smiled back at you, wincing when the movement stretched the open cut on the corner of her lip. “fuck,” she hissed. “guess i can’t stay away,” she spat another mouthful of blood on the pavement, “where else am i gonna find a nurse with such an attitude?”

            you cornered her with your gaze. “you’re making it really difficult to want to help you.” again, that cocky, shit-eating smile lit up her face. “c’mon, what other patient do you love as much as me?”

            “oh, love is not the word that comes to mind when i think of you, prentiss.”

            “emily.”

            “what?”

            “my name. it’s emily.”

            you nodded firmly, just once. “okay, emily. do you want me to look at that split lip, or what?” her smile only seemed to grow. “it sounds like you really want to. i dunno, i think you do love me. just a little bit.”

            you nudged her with your shoulder as you began to walk forward again, silently beckoning her to follow, and it’s only when she was behind you did you let your sheepish smile present itself to the cement. you were quick to reel it in, turn your head over your shoulder, and nod up the sidewalk, an indication for her to come with you. “i don’t need you telling everyone i neglected an injured fbi agent. you coming, or are you too busy spitting up your teeth?”

            she giddily smiled and began following the ghost of your footsteps, lighting a cigarette after a few blocks of silence. “are you seriously smoking right now?” she cluelessly looked at you, cigarette hanging from the intact corner of her lips, “oh, sorry. want one?”

            “no, i don’t. i can’t believe you smoke.”

            “why? tons of people do it.”

            “yeah, and it kills tons of people—people who aren’t already in danger because of their job. you’re like a walking death wish.” 

            you came to a halt in front of the door to your complex, watching as she tossed it to the ground and stomped it out with the toe of her boot. “technically, i’ve died already.”

            “i’m sorry, what?”

            “don’t be. it was kinda cool, i guess. i don’t know.”

            your lips smoothed into a small frown. you didn’t ask her to share, you didn’t want to prod.

            she briefly explained how she had been put in witness protection after the doyle case as you made your way up to your apartment, finishing her story once you sat her on the lip of your bathtub and began rooting through your medicine cabinet. “i’m sorry that happened to you.” she shrugged it off as if it was nothing more than an insignificant, bothersome part of her week, like getting stuck in traffic or the grocery store being sold out of her favourite snack.

            you watched her gently prod at the cut with her thumb, looking down at the dried blood smeared across her hand in confusion. “is this from me?” she looked up at you, brows furrowed in drunken uncertainty. she didn’t remember there being this much. “stop touching it.” after gathering what you needed, you sat cross-legged on your toilet seat and grabbed her by the shoulders, tilting her towards you.

            “but yes.” you were cautious to grasp her jaw, ever so gently slanting her head to the side to get a good look, “damn, whoever you fought got a few good swings in. maybe you’re not as good as i thought,” you tried to lighten her confusion with a joke, only her intoxication blurred the line between harmless poking and genuine disappointment.

            her face fell slightly. “emily, i’m kidding.” she hummed. she was silent for a long while, glassy eyes inspecting your bathroom as you dabbed the dried blood off her chin with a washcloth. “you’re not obligated to do this, you know.” she quietly confessed.

            “to do what?” she grabbed your wrist and pulled your cool fingers from her face, turning her head straight to look at you. “to keep fixing me.” you let out a shallow, calm sigh, shaking your head. “if we’re still talking in technicalities, i am.”

            you raised your hand to keep going, but she stopped you again, bloody fingers twisting around your own. “but you’re not. you could’ve kept walking. why didn’t you?”

            “why didn’t i keep walking?”

            she nodded, “i know you don’t like me.” and while there was a kernel of truth in her statement, you weren’t exceptionally fond of her, you couldn’t help but find her snarky attitude a little charming. “i can’t let you walk around like this. who’d trust an fbi agent that looks like they got their shit rocked?” 

            again, you tried to bring your conversation back to lighthearted territory. “you’re deflecting.”

            “and you’re profiling me.” 

            this seemed to shut her up for a moment, enough time for you to wipe away the blood that had trickled down the column of her neck. you started to clean along the length of her forearm when she stopped you again, prying the washcloth from your hand and placing it on the edge of the bathtub beside her. “seriously, why are you helping me?”

            you held her eye with your own slightly pointed. “can’t i, just…be nice to you? why do you think i have ulterior motives, or something?”

            “because you’ve never been just nice to me.”

            “you’ve never given me a reason to be.”

            again, this seemed to stun her for the time being. whether it be the intoxicated mind-lag or not, she sat wordlessly and inspected your face as you began rooting through the first aid bag again. “i don’t have the proper stuff to stitch your lip,” you whispered, mostly to yourself, trying to think of a quick temporary fix until the morning.

            “you can kiss it better.”

            “ha-ha, knee slapper.”

            she nudged your ankle with her foot, bringing your focus back to her face. “i wasn’t kidding.” this time, it’s you that was stunned to silence for a beat.

            “you’re drunk.”

            “i’m sober enough to know what i’m saying.” she cocked her head, fingers splayed along the small of your wrist. “i see the way you look at me. i know you want to.” she leaned ever so slightly, enough so you could faintly smell the cigarette smoke lingering on her tongue.

            your eyes flicked from her own, her lips, then to her eyes again. “i don’t kiss my patients.” 

            “no? not part of your specialty?” she smiled, bottom lip slipping between her teeth. then she tipped her chin up, brushing her lips warily against yours. when she felt you start to kiss her back, your hands flying to cup her face in your hands, she poured a little more faith into her movements and kissed you like she meant it, like your lips against hers was the thing she’d been unknowingly missing.

            “do you want me to stop?” she clarified between soft lip locks, hands trickling down your sides. “no.” and then your lips connected again, moving in perfect synchronicity, slow and gentle as you map out exactly what the other favoured. when you part your lips, emily hesitantly swiped her tongue across the bottom one, asking for permission.

            you opened your mouth a little wider, your tongues rolling against one another as you explored each other’s mouths, hands roaming over clothed skin and shallow breaths swapping between you. 

            the next morning you’d awoken to an empty bed, naked body twisted around the cold, stark-white sheets you had found yourself entangled in the night before. it wasn’t until you fully sat up did you notice it; the small crimson blotch in the middle of the pillowcase beside you. it was impossible to miss, it made you grit your teeth and whip your head around in search of the source.

            instead, at the end of the trail your clothing created, a sticky note on the bathroom doorframe anticipated your attention.

             morning, sunshine.            did you know the coffee place down the             street does a nurses discount?            i’d check that out if i were you.             - emily.

           you scoffed. 

           you were right, you could never get along.

an. mean lesbian emily number one in my heart forever <3 this is borderline ooc but idc this was a lot of fun to write :-) 

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[book-place]

Broken Glass

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Eddie Brock x reader platonic, Venom x reader platonic

Request: Hi! Requesting a fluff/comfort fic with eddie Brock/venom (if you write for them) with a reader who has an emotional attachment to a small milk pouring porcelain/China dish thats smaller than their palm and when he knocks into their arm they break it and he comforts them? I broke something like this today and had a total meltdown so I really want comfort to this exact scenario if possible! /nf. Preferably fem reader or nb with soft features, if not that's completely fine! Love your writing, A.S

Request by: @angelic-simp

*not my gif*

Summary: Chaos always ensues when Eddie and Venom are around

A/N: I wanted to make this better but I really hope you enjoy anyway!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You hummed an unknown tune softly, taking a towel and gently rubbing it against the delicate surface of the porcelain to rid it of the water droplets that sat upon it from you just washing it.

The small milk pouring porcelain was arguably the most precious thing you owned. It was your first ever purchase when you were young and saw it in a store window. You had saved every penny you earned from household chores so that you could buy the beautiful dish, and it had been with you ever since because of how well you had taken care of it.

The tune continued to play across your lips as you moved about the kitchen in a slow sway to the self-made music, completely unaware of the disaster heading your way.

Eddie and Venom were fighting. Again. It seemed to be a never ending cycle with the two of them. One would say something particularly awful and then would have to apologize eventually after a lot of fighting.

There were also the smaller fights though- such as the one they were currently stuck in- where there was just a back and forth of endless, but petty, bickering over nothing.

“I do not want pizza tonight!” Venom's deep voice boomed, to which Eddie glared at the head.

“What the hell does it matter?” He hissed back, throwing his arms out to the side, “You just stuff the food into your mouth without even tasting it, anyway!”

The aliens' eyes narrowed, “That doesn’t mean I’m in the mood for it.”

A scoff escaped from Eddie’s lips as he turned on his heels and made his way to the kitchen, both of them completely unaware of the other presence in the room.

With a grunt of displeasure, Venom conjured up a hand and used it to push Eddie in the back and send him stumbling. Right. Into. You.

Your shriek was the first thing they heard, followed by the crash and shatter of your dish, causing both of them to freeze.

You dropped to your knees, frantically picking up the broken pieces as if it could save what had been broken in the fall.

“No, no, no,” Your words came out muffled and in between tears that had begun to slip out of your eyes and cascade down your face.

“Oh shit,” The horrored words left Venoms mouth only a second before he disappeared, apparently deciding that Eddie could be the one to deal with the situation.

“Oh shit,” Eddie echoed, quickly falling to the ground beside you, trying to pick up some of the thousand pieces, “Shit, shit, shit.” He turned to face you with wide eyes, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t even have the strength to answer as another sob racked through your body and you cradled a couple parts of your beloved porcelain to your chest before standing up and rushing off.

Venom's head slowly appeared once you were out of sight, and Eddie turned a harsh glare to him, “Look what you did to her.” He hissed dangerously, and this time, the alien didn’t even have a comeback.

-•-

A couple hours later, you had finally run out of tears, so you sat on the couch, staring at the blank television screen with puffy eyes and a red face.

You had done so well keeping it intact for so long, only to have it ruined by two of the people you cared about most in the world.

Deep down, you knew that they hadn’t meant to do it, but you couldn’t help the slight resentment you felt for the two of them for what they did.

Even at the sound of shuffling feet across the floor, you didn’t look away from the screen, knowing exactly who it was.

“Hey,” Eddie called hesitantly, earning a scowl in return from you, “Look, I’m- we both- are really sorry.” His voice was slightly begging, “We know how much it meant to you, but Venom has something for you.”

That drew your attention, so you slowly turned your head to where Venom had taken Eddie’s place, kicking his large feet back and forth in front of the couch and he pulled something out from behind his back, holding it ever so delicately in his monstrous hands.

A small gasp escaped from your lips and you flew from your seat, peering down at the object he held.

There, very badly glued back together, was your milk pouring china dish.

Though it wasn’t just like it was before, it was still something, and you couldn’t help the wave of appreciation that overcame you in that moment.

Without a thought, you threw your arms around Venoms neck and pulled him into a hug, sniffling slightly and not even noticing the way he stumbled a little to make sure the dish didn’t go crashing against the ground once more.

“Thank you,” You whispered for both him and Eddie to hear, knowing that neither of them could have done it without the other.

And though you were still angry, there was a sense of happiness inside of you that you couldn’t ignore, knowing that they had cared enough to even try to put it back together.

We Are Groot 🤎- @lovanitu @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @irethepotato @femalemarvelself @mukbee @its-hell @ip747 @i-writes-things @popfishjr

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #venom x reader #venom x reader platonic #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x reader platonic #venom

[marengogo]

Love your posts! why do you think Jikook are the real deal and not say, vmin or yoomin etc?

Dear Anon …

I will admit that I decided to reply to your ASK because I thought I was gonna be short and quick with it 🤡. 

BUT, GOSH DARN IT, IT WASN’T AS SHORT, NOR AS QUICK, AS I THOUGHT BRO!

So I apologise for all the Anons I’ve been respectfully “neglecting” for the time being 🙏🏾. Thing is, some of y’all send me ASKS which would really take me daaaaaays to reply, cause I’m big on receipts, so I MUST do my thorough research on EVERYTHING. Hence, as you’ll see below, I obviously underestimated this ASK I was actually thinking it would take me a quick afternoon, but it took me muuuuuch longer, between IRL schedules and me continuously reminiscing adorable jikook details 🥹🥹🥹 but, by the time I realised what I got myself into, I had already started it … AND … it kinda came as such a cute subconscient surprise, during a rather shitty week, that I couldn't stop. 

So … Why do I think Jikook Is the real deal? Mmmhmmm, let first start with a little correction to that question:

Why do I think Jikook could be the real deal? Let’s please never forget that they are not confirmed 🙏🏾

If you’ve been around long enough to watch a good amount of the boys original content, you might be probably familiar with the fact that the boys are all very affectionate with each other, in fact, they’ve all had “moments” and by moment I mean situations that are commonly shippable with each other, and if you’ve been around enough shipper spaces you would have read/heard that “x-member only does this with x-member”. Now, even though there are a few known things that JK & JM have done just for each other, that isn’t what I mainly base my speculations on.

What really makes me raise my eyebrow, JK-style, are the amount of times they’ve braved to test some boundaries, as well as the times they’ve allowed their impulses to momentarily take over, and, last but not least, the amount of concessions, understanding, and wake-up-calls that their members provide them with. All in all ⚠️IN MY OPINION LIKE EVERYTHING IN THIS POST⚠️ JK & JM have come really far, faltered quite a bit, dared a lot and have also matured as couple, just the right amount, given their circumstances. 

“Uuuuh, so … What do you mean by alla dat?”

Well, for example ...

It’s the way they publicly “argue”

The only time we’ve had a public display of an argument in bangtan was Jin and Tae for that stage disagreement, which they all sat down and discussed. Other than that, we know that the members have had many private arguments, some which they discussed as a group (HopeKook banana-fight … kinda … JK really didn’t give the members a chance, he told them and hobi reacted LOL) and some which they solved solely with the parties involved (VMIN dumpling incident). YET, JK & JM seem to have the need to solve many of their could-easily-become-an-argument-for-no-reason arguments in a very  let’s-do-this-right-here-right-now way, and perhaps because they are aware that they are very passionate during their discussions, they do make a conscious effort to at least sound playful at the beginning  🤡…

In addition, if JM is the one to start the whole thing, JK will try his best and so far he’s never failed to keep calm while at the same time try to divert the attention to something else, but in this type of situations JM is a bull and JK is, metaphorically, the only one drenched in red, so eventually, the members do chime in, trying to help JK, because I can imagine that facing a whole JM, int that state, can be something 😬 JM takes petty, and give-me-what-I’m-asking for-right-now, to a whole new level. If it is JK to start it, he knows he will get an apology, at some point, but he also knows that it is the most he will get at least publicly, because once again, facing a whole JM can be something.

Afterall, Let’s not forget they both chose B, during the scenario in the image below, so in a way, their little bickering is just not avoidable … 🤡

It’s the way that for example, in the recent years, the 94s have been “taunting” them and the way VHope know more than they let on, and 2Seok play along ... basically Hobi is everywhere  🤡

By now we should be very familiar with the support that the Tannies in general have for the LGBTQIA+ community, and between 2022 and last year, the 94s were very on point with reminding us about that. From collaborating with Balming Tiger to posting the lesbian scene in Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy during pride month (Joonie) or from being a close friend to Jo Kwon to having his Listening Party’s afterparty at a gay bar (Hobi), the 94s have been present (The Gay Bar → Trunk Seoul).

The Tannies have inside jokes to no end. If you ask me, this is one of the few ways they have in order to keep a couple of things just for themselves. For example, a reference from a movie/drama they won’t specify but ARMY will find anyways, because we on top of business like that 😎 … so time too much so  🤡, laughing about a picture on a phone they won’t show us and perhaps… the playful taunting of a couple they can’t out?

But why do that? Won’t it out them?! … It hasn’t thus far has it? Because I do believe it is part of the things which, for now, they are keeping just for them, for obvious reasons but also because I think that in a way the 94s are trying to create normality in their environment, and the universe only knows how important it is to know that your close ones perceive you as you always were, regardless of coming out etc, particularly in a society that tries so fucking hard to make you think otherwise. 

It’s the way we keep spotting random oh-I-didn’t-know details and the way in which we are made privy of non-requested good-for-you-bro! type of TMI

In the 1st screenshot (ss) JK wanted more pizza, but the boys finished literally within minutes I kinda wanna say second really, they inhaled it but this are the same people who gave away their album for some meat 🤡 and JM just let him have a bite of his, like it was it was expected of him to do so. During this same live, JM pointed out to JK that the champagne they were drinking is the only one he can drink or that he likes; and JK took note of that. How do I know?

In the 4th ss JK got champagne for everyone to cheer with, but didn’t prepare anything for JM. Eventually, Hobi would ask JM if he wanted a glass and Tae would try to make him drink from his glass, but JM would refuse on both occasions. This is the same live where we find out that JK’s mom prepared seaweed soup traditional soup made on a family member’s birthday in South Korea because it was JM’s birthday. So many details, so freaking useless to me as I will never be with either JK or JM in that capacity; but good to know I guess.

Also, JM is going to be your boxing partner? JK comes to your room very often? GOOD FOR YOU BROS. Like … When’s my turn?! That’s what I really want to know … 😑… 😩

… and so on and so forth.

I could go on further, but I really don’t have that type of time as of recently, but I hope you can see that what I am trying to say is that the proof is in the pudding, so to say. There isn’t a one ultimate defining moment, if there were, I would guess that only JM and JK would know what did it for them, what made JK think “Ah, yes, he is the one …” which i am 85.13% sure it is going to be a different moment in time for JM, in the same way they get irritated with each other for different reason eccetera eccetera eccetera.

Anyways Anon, hope I was able to answer your questions somewhat and that I wasn’t just confusing. Thank you for stopping by and have a safe and serene day!

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾,

Marengo.

#ASKS #Marengo's Opinion #JK & JM

[greypetrel]

“Can I stay?

Inked it! And coloured it.

And wrote even something because FEELZ and because holiday. It’s been ages since I wrote in prose, and look at me, it’s fanfiction. Which I thought I never did.

Oh well. Go easy on me, I tried.

“Can I-“

Dorian looked at her from his armchair, expectantly but without fretting her. Just a small nod, after some moments, to invite her to continue. Probably feeling her distress, looking at her absentmindendly twisting her fingers on themselves, not knowing what to do, nor what to say exactly.

Adamant had been… Harsh would have been an understatement. The siege itself, the impending weight of knowing all the blood, all the suffering was ON HER. Walking physically in the Fade, faced the Nightmare demon, her most intimate fear… And left Stroud there. She had realised how much of a toll it had taken just when back at Skyhold, in a room far too big and far too empty. She was alone with her thoughts, and she felt crumbling. No more the professional Inquisitor, just Aisling Lavellan, scared child not ready to lead. She hadn’t sleep, and the morning hadn’t been any kinder.

She KNEW her people needed her, she KNEW the people around her were hurting too, and she didn’t blame any of them for asking for her help. A part of her was grateful for the trust they showed. It was just too much, right now, with her personal emotions to cope with. And she felt terribly alone.

She felt alone when Solas gave her the cold shoulder and called her “Inquisitor” instead of the more familiar, and homey, “Lethallin”. She felt alone when both Cassandra and Leliana asked for what happened. She felt alone when all Josephine, sweet, lovely Josephine, could tell her was asking for her help in family matters. She felt alone when the Iron Bull needed reassurance, when Varric needed a moment on his own. Her heart clenched when Cole was so scared to be bound he didn’t feel the fear and guilt gnawing at her stomach. Her heart clenched more seeing Cullen -steadfast, reliable, stoic Cullen- crumbling under his inner demons.

“They are hurting, da’len, be patient and they’ll come around. You can’t expect them to focus on you past their bleeding.”, keeper Deshanna would say. Keeper Deshanna would have been right. Keeper Deshanna wasn’t there, and she wanted to cry. She couldn’t cry.

When Vivienne -whom she respected but couldn’t agree with and really, REALLY didn’t want to face today- had asked her, with a joy she couldn’t but read as sincere, how it was to walk physically in the Fade and expressed her ENVY, all she wanted to do was puke.

She had excused herself and ran on the first story of the library.

Dorian had been the one to share her distress. He was coping badly, equally trying to mask it and throw himself in work and in a thousand petty things to complain about. He lashed out on her, he apologised, and he had been the only one to have asked her how she felt.

Rationally she knew Elves and Tevinters didn’t get along. Shouldn’t get along. He had slaves back home, most likely. She had insisted that her clan learnt some basic Tevene in the worst-case scenario, had learnt all his live that if Vints are around, we go the other way, fast. She didn’t care one bit, when it came to him. He saved her butt more than once. Opened up and let her see where it hurts. Shared his story and his family with her, they didn’t even know each other from so long. She wanted to beg him to please do the same, please don’t leave me alone.

And now she was back in front of him, feeling very stupid and on the brink of crying. She kinda hoped he would have burst in some sassy remark, just enough for her to snap out of it and start bickering back. He didn’t, he waited for her with a delicatesse she loved him for, and at the same time resented him greatly.

His nook was private, but not SO private, and she couldn’t afford to start crying and bawling like a child.

“Uh… I-“

She started. Slowly, one word after the other.

“… Everyone is just hurting, a thousand things are happening and-“

She wouldn’t cry.

“-and I am glad people trust me enough to confide in me. I really am! But-“

A couple of traitorous tears rolled down her cheeks. She fixed her glance on her feet and hoped Dorian failed to notice.

“… But I need a minute. I feel awful. And alone.”

More tears. She refused to hiccup.

“Can I…?”

A moment of silence. She did hiccup.

“I believe we can fit in this armchair, if you don’t mind me going on reading. I think Mother Giselle is busy in the garden, so-“

He did scoot over, patting the pillow now left free, beside his hip loud enough so she could hear even without looking.

“Just don’t snot over my clothes, darling, would you.”

She wanted to punch him. But she managed to laugh a little, so instead she moved over and settled herself on the armchair, positively getting the pair of them stuck in a tangle of arms and legs that in theory couldn’t possibly be comfortable. But it was.

She tentatively hugged his midriff, waiting for any signal to stop. He let her, and slipped an arm over her shoulder, hugging her back without a word. He didn’t say anything when she kept on crying on his shoulder, instead starting to read aloud mid-sentence, his hand soothingly going in circles on her back. Talking to fill the silence. In the present, it felt nice.

She thanked him in Tevene, he hugged her tighter.

Mother Giselle in the end did find them, asleep on an armchair. She laughed under her breath, thinking of two kittens snuggled in a basket together to fend off the winter chill. She spread a blanket over the pair, as quietly as she could.

This time, she didn’t spread any rumour.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da fanarts #dragon age fanarts #dorian pavus #da:i #digital art #inquisitor lavellan #greypetrel #doodle #bioware #fanarts

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1684 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 That's right, I'm writing fics and turning my Bloody Mary Ghosttober fic into its own universe because I'm so in love with Trans!Reader, Swiss, and Copia as a relationship. Like, I have a word document with notes about their relationship written down so that I can do some fics for them. I'll make a masterlist for this universe with some basic stuff on there such as pronouns I picture the reader having and such. Also! As a side note, if you guys wanna be able to see all the fics I write that are rated as 18+ you'll need to have your content settings set to being able to see mature sexual content or at least blurred, otherwise you'll miss stuff!

“Can’t fucking believe this shit. Can you believe it? I can’t.”

Swiss didn’t bother to hide his amusement at the current predicament. The fact that Sodo had done a number of dangerous activities as a ghoul that had never resulted in injury made the fact that he was currently laying on a hospital bed with his leg propped up even funnier than it already was. He’d been in countless fights and scraps with other ghouls, smashed against walls, smacked against doors, and that wasn’t even taking into account how rough he liked it with other ghouls in the bedroom. None of those had led to him needing medical attention yet stamping his foot a little too hard on stage had injured his ankle enough that he needed to be taken to the hospital nearest the ministry to be checked over.

The fire ghoul glared at him. “Shut up.”

Swiss smiled innocently. “I said nothing.”

“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your smug little face.”

“Oh?” Swiss folded his arms over his chest. “And what’s that? What is it that I have written on my beautiful face?”

“You wanna say ��I told you so’ so badly. You wanna rub it in that I was using too much force on stage and now I’m laying here on a stupid hospital bed looking at your stupid mug.”

The multi-ghoul gasped, dramatically clutching a hand to his chest in fake-offence. “Who, me? I would never do such a thing! I think someone’s a bit cranky because he didn’t listen to me when I told him to be careful and not stomp his little feet so hard.”

Sodo narrowed his eyes at his bandmate, gritting his teeth. “Now you listen here…”

“For the love of Lucifer, both of you stop that.” Copia entered the room, already looking exhausted and drained despite only having been at the hospital for a couple of hours. His Papal paint had been washed away, only the black around his eyes remaining. Even with those inky circles, Swiss could still see how tired he was beneath the makeup. “I do not need to hear you bickering like little children, ah? Please try to get along for my sake.”

As much as he wanted to ignore his Papa and continue his spat with the fire ghoul, Swiss reluctantly agreed. The other patients in the hospital didn’t need to be kept awake by their petty fights, even if it was hilarious to see Sodo getting riled up. Besides, there would be plenty of opportunities to make fun of him once they returned to the ministry. From the sounds of it, there were no broken bones or fractures to worry about. They were just waiting for the doctor to return with some pain meds so he could be discharged.

As Copia and Sodo began to talk, the former asking the latter questions and making sure he was comfortable, Swiss stepped out into the hallway and made his way towards the exit to get some fresh air and prevent another argument from happening before they made their way home.

Just as he rounded a corner, he bumped into something and heard a yelp and thud. “Shit, sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?”

You blinked from your position on the ground, the bouquet of flowers thankfully still intact. A slate grey hand extended towards you, and you gratefully took it, allowing the stranger to help you to your feet. As you glanced up at him, you were immediately taken in by the glowing amber of his eyes. While this wasn’t the first time you’d met a ghoul, it was a surprise to be face to face with one in the hospital.

“Hey, you didn’t hit your head or anything, did you? I’d feel bad if I gave you a concussion.”

His voice broke your focus, making you shake your head and smile at him. “Well, if seeing ghouls is a symptom of concussion then I'm afraid you have indeed concussed me."

Swiss grinned. “Oh? Would a hot ghoul make it a pretty serious one?”

You raised a brow at him. “Think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“Is that a yes?”

You pretended to think for a moment. “Hm, how about I get back to you on that one? Don’t think I’ve decided yet.”

You couldn’t help but feel a prick of joy at the way he perked up at that. Sure, it probably wasn’t a great idea to strike up a friendship with a ghoul, but what harm could come of it? He didn’t seem to be dangerous from what you could tell. In fact, he seemed to be relatively harmless as he gazed at you.

“I’m Swiss, by the way. Are you visiting someone here?”

You smiled and gave him your name. “My best friend just had his appendix removed so I’m just coming to check up on him and bring him some flowers.”

“Damn. I hope he’s doing better now then.”

“Oh, definitely. They’re just keeping him in to monitor him and make sure he doesn’t get an infection or anything before he gets discharged.”

Before Swiss could respond, you heard someone calling from down the corridor for him. You watched his shoulders slump, disappointment flickering in your belly as he glanced back over his shoulder.

“Guess I’ve got to go,” he sighed forlornly. The unwillingness to leave in his voice made you feel something akin to hope in your heart and you immediately whipped out your phone.

“Hey, why don’t I give you my Insta? That way we can keep in touch.” Your face immediately grew warm when his focus snapped back to you, his eyes wide. “Only if you want to, though. I get we’ve only just met, and it probably doesn’t look great that we’re doing this in a hospital, so I completely understand if you’re not comfortable with –”

“Sure.”

You blinked. “That’s… okay?”

Swiss’ face lit up as he pulled his phone out of his back trouser pocket. “Hell yeah! What’s your username? I’ll give you a follow now and then shoot you a message when I get home.”

Giddy with anticipation, you typed it into the search bar on his app and gave him the phone back once you’d hit follow. You did your best not to read too deeply into the pleased expression he was now wearing.

Once Swiss had finally tore himself away from you, you finally picked the flowers up from off the floor and made your way to the room your friend was staying in. He waved you over the moment you were through the door, wincing as he did so. You placed the flowers in his lap and tentatively hugged him while making sure he didn’t pull on his stitches. You took in how tired he looked and immediately felt bad for making him wait for you.

“Sorry I’m late,” you told him. “I bumped into someone in the hallway and got distracted.”

You cringed internally at the way he quirked a brow at you. “Oh? Were they, per chance, cute?”

“Dude, shut up.”

“Oh, definitely cute. Maybe even, dare I say, hot?”

“I will walk out of here.”

He pouted. “Now, is that any way to treat your best friend in the entire world? Come on, tell me about them! What’s their name? Did you get their number?”

You took a seat in the plastic chair beside his bed and couldn’t hold off your smile any longer. “Okay, so his name is Swiss and I’m pretty sure he’s one of those ghouls from the ministry. You know, the one up on that hill on the edge of town? I think he was here with someone else from up there, but he didn’t say. We got cut off and he had to go before I could ask him.”

“Please tell me you got his number. Don’t make me get up out of this bed and track him down.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “I gave him my Instagram. He said he’ll message me when he gets home, so the ball’s in his court now. If he doesn’t message me then it’s not the end of the world.”

***

The moment he was back in the underground dens of the ministry, Swiss locked himself away in his room and flopped down onto his bed. He used his tail to flick on the TV with the remote and settled down against his pillows as he opened Instagram on his phone. He clicked on your profile without hesitation and began to read your bio. He immediately recognised the trans and nonbinary flags in your bio, making sure to check your pronouns and commit them to his memory before he started typing out a direct message to send you.

swisscheesghoul Hey! We met at the hospital today, hope your friend’s doing okay 😁 just got home so I wanted to make sure you got back safe too

Almost immediately he got a response and read it eagerly.

transreader69 Ye just got back myself actually so great timing! Hope whoever you were visiting today is okay too. I totally forgot to ask why you were there oops 😅

swisscheeseghoul He’ll live I guess. He sprained his ankle pretty bad and he’s being a little bitch about it so that means he’ll be just fine

transreader69 Ah, ofc ofc. Being bitchy is usually a sign that you’re gonna be alright. Do you both live up at the ministry? Or are you from elsewhere? Sorry idk much about ghouls

swisscheeseghoul Oh yeah Sodo’s the bitchiest ghoul I’ve ever met. We live in the ministry dens with the other ghouls. How’d you know?

Swiss waited a while for reply before he drifted off too sleep, his eyes heavy from the day’s events. He sadly missed your reply and didn’t see it until the next morning, smiling as he read it and enjoying the pleasant warmth that burst through his chest.

transreader69 Just a hunch. Idk many other places that such a hot ghoul like yourself could’ve come from 😉

#bloody mary universe #swiss ghoul #swiss x trans!reader #swiss x reader #the band ghost #fanfic #mine #my fanfic

[katblu42]

Midnight Snack

This is actually a re-post of a fic I wrote over a year ago now - at the time it had no name, but it does now!

It is Scott whump (pretty much the only time I've managed to do that to him, I think) with Gordon to the rescue.

Based on a spin of a prompt generator wheel that gave me Drowning, and the location of an Alley.

He was here in New York City for a week, staying in the penthouse apartment a short car ride away from the office. A week filled with unavoidable, important Tracy Industries meetings. A week he was already wishing was over despite it being only Tuesday. He was over it. The petty bickering, the business politics, the smug, know-it-all idiots, the over-confident jerks and the patronising old-hats who forced him to continually prove he knew what he was doing. He’d had enough. And he’d already had his fill of being under the watchful eye of his security detail every time he stepped outside the apartment.

So it was that Scott found his way out onto the pavement, shiny and slick from earlier rain, walking the short distance from the rear of the apartment building to the little coffee shop on the corner. He’d made this sneaky jaunt so many times before – a brief escape from the claustrophobic confines of the constant security presence – without incident. The coffee was good, but it was the pastries that kept him coming back. He wasn’t exactly sure of their official hours, but he’d never yet found them closed, so despite it being just before midnight on a Tuesday he was able to come away with a hot cup of (decaf) coffee and an almond scroll.

Even at this late hour traffic was almost constant, tyres flicking up misty spray from the oil-slick shiny, damp street as each vehicle passed. Almost halfway back to the apartment he heard a cry above the traffic’s white noise. A young, female voice. Indistinct, tearful, painful sounds punctuated by definite “No!”s and a “Please, don’t!”, then a screamed plea for help. It was coming from the narrow alley to he’d just passed. The alley was practically unlit and lined with large dumpsters that obscured his view, but he could see figures moving about deep in the shadows.

Before he had realised what he was doing he’d taken a few steps into the alley, calling out as he looked into the gloom.

“Hey! Everything okay?”

The scuffling sounds ahead of him ceased and he walked carefully forward on the muddy, pocked and potholed bitumen as he headed deeper into the narrow space between dumpsters. Despite his caution he never saw it coming. He had no chance to react. He received a solid blow to the back of the head and saw stars pinpricking his dimming vision. He didn’t feel himself fall, but he was very aware of his face hitting the wet, gravelly ground before he blacked out.

***

Gordon’s squidsense was tingling. He re-checked that everything and everyone was secured before Thunderbird Two could take off on the way to get the injured to hospital. Everything was as it should be but the tingling lingered in the back of his mind.

“Good to go back here, Virgil,” he relayed to his pilot over comms.

“FAB,” was the reply, simultaneous with the roar of VTOL as the giant aircraft began her ascent. “But something’s bothering you. Spill.”

“Squidsense is tingling.”

Having made sure the injured remained settled through take-off, Gordon made his way to his co-pilot seat. He’d barely sat down before contacting John.

“Hey, Thunderbird Five, give me a quick check in on Alan and Scott. I need to shift this uneasy feeling.”

He didn’t miss the concerned look Virgil shot across at him, but any comments he might have made were averted when the space above the dash lit up with John’s hologram.

“Funny you should ask that.” The furrow in John’s brow suggested nothing funny at all. “Alan’s fine, however I had some odd readings on Scott’s vitals, but now there’s nothing, and I can’t raise him on comms. His Security detail haven’t seen him since he returned to the apartment almost three hours ago. Eos is trying to track his phone, but it seems to be turned off.”

“It’s not like Scott to turn his phone off,” Virgil commented. “Could be a flat battery.”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Virge. You’re thinking exactly what I’m thinking – something’s wrong.” Gordon was certain it was Scott that had sent his uncanny knack for sensing trouble into overdrive, and he was formulating a plan of action. “John, send his head of security up to check on him. Since we’re headed to New York with our injured passengers anyway, I’m gonna pay Scott a visit. Virgil can drop me off on the way past.”

Virgil had some thoughts on that, but when John came back to them with word from the head of Tracy Industries Security that Scott was not in his apartment all argument ceased.

They reached NYC in minutes. Rain began to fall as Thunderbird Two hovered above the apartment building long enough for a zipline to be deployed, Gordon to slide down, and the cable to be retrieved. Then, with a quick flare of her rear engines the great green beast was on her way to the hospital. By the time the roar of her engines had faded Gordon was already running down the stairs, heading for the penthouse.

***

Rain was falling. A heavy downpour, pelting the pavement. Scott was aware of the sound, and the sensation of drops falling on his face, and the fact that half his face was lying in water. And pain. A great deal of pain. He breathed out and water bubbled against his lips and nostrils. He tried to move his hand, to push himself up off the ground, but searing pain lanced through his head and for a second he had no sense of where up was. Then he blacked out again.

***

Inside Scott’s apartment Gordon searched for something that might tell him what had happened to his big brother. The security officer there with him was nervous and apologetic, but Gordon had no time for any of that. The other five officers that made up Scott’s night-time detail had headed out to search the immediate area, but no-one knew how long Scott had been gone so it was difficult to define how large an are they should search.

“John, I could really use some info right about now.”

“Eos has found his phone. Signal is pinging off towers in Long Island.”

“That’s nowhere near here, and Scott would have no reason to be there this late at night.” Gordon was finding it difficult to keep the looming panic out of his voice.

“Security Chief Anderson is sending TI officers out there now, and local law enforcement are looking into it as well.”

“You don’t think Scott’s there either.” It was not a question. Gordon’s mind was racing. He was missing something. A thought was trying to form somewhere in the back of his mind, but he wasn’t calm enough to give it time to voice itself.

“No,” John replied, still trying to work through what they knew and find answers too. “Anderson says they didn’t see him leave the apartment after 9pm. Eos is still screening CCTV footage, but there’s been no sign of Scott leaving or anyone else entering until we sent Anderson up here to investigate.”

“Wait, John, check the footage of for the rear of the building. I think I know why no one saw him leave.”

It had finally twigged. The thing Gordon was missing. The thing that was missing from the room, the reason Scott would leave the apartment late at night – coffee and pastry. Gordon was one of the few people who knew about Scott’s sneaky visits to the café. He exited the penthouse at a run, heading for the express elevator that would take him to the building’s parking lot and rear exit. He needed to follow Scott’s route, and he was prepared to leave no stone unturned in the search for any clue as to what had happened to Scott.

Once he was outside the rain pummelled his shoulders and began plastering his hair to his head as he hurried along the street towards the corner coffee shop. He couldn’t go too fast, scared he’d miss something as he swept his gaze from left to right, scanning every shadow, every nook and cranny. He came to the entrance of the narrow, dark ally and his squidsense became so active it almost hurt.

He spotted a rapidly disintegrating paper bag exposing soggy pastry, lying on the wet pavement next to an empty cardboard cup, it's contents long since washed away.

Entering the alley cautiously, still scanning everything in sight, Gordon found he needed more light and reached into his baldric for a glowstick, thankful he still had some left after the earlier rescue. Snapping it and holding it ahead of him to cast it’s green glow, he made his way past a couple of large, dirty dumpsters and then stopped short at the sight that greeted him. There was Scott, lying face down on the uneven ground, his face in a pothole, blood slowly oozing down the back of his neck from a nasty headwound and staining his sodden blue shirt.

Gordon forced himself to step forward through the initial paralysis of shock and hit his comm to call John as he knelt beside his brother. Fingers searching for a pulse on a wrist bereft of watch or comms with one hand while the other gently lifted Scott’s head from the puddle.

“I’ve got him, John!” There was a pulse, but Scott wasn’t breathing. “Shit, Scott! John, I’ve got a weak pulse but he’s not breathing. I’m administering CPR”

Gordon checked the airway was clear and rolled Scott onto his back to administer the necessary rescue breaths as he spoke.

“FAB.” The reply was clipped, emotionless in tone, which told Gordon exactly how John felt at that moment. “Virgil should be with you in less than two minutes.”

To Gordon’s great relief it took less than a minute for his brother to give a cough that expelled dirty water from blue-tinged lips. He rolled Scott into the recovery position and sat beside him, panting. One hand rested gently just above his brother’s hip feeling the rise and fall of the ribcage with every shallow breath, the other hand gently brushing limp, wet hair from his face. He took a moment to process the lack of jacket, and the absence of phone or wallet in the pockets of Scott’s pants. A mugging? Scott knew how to defend himself against a single attacker, this had to have been an ambush of some kind.

Gordon had questions, but for now he was just relieved his brother was breathing. His fingers gently brushed Scott’s forehead again and eyelids flickered open revealing blue eyes searching for the source of the touch. There was a shaky, deep inhale.

“Gordy?” Barely more than a croak.

“I’m here, Scott. I’ve got you.”

#thunderbirds fanfiction #whump #scott tracy #gordon tracy #military bros #fic repost #thunderbirds fandom

[sparkles-and-trash]

DabiHawks Week Day 5; "Tell me a lie" 

note: no art today, but hopefully this fluffy little post war drabble does the tick as well!

It's a normal Tuesday afternoon, almost two years after the war ended.

Keigo is sitting on their couch next to his boyfriend, Touya, aimlessly scrolling on his phone, while said boyfriend is watching one of those trashy gameshows he's so obsessed with.

When Touya makes a dry comment about how he could easily beat any of these people, Keigo quickly catches up on what the premise is, and can't help but huff out a laugh.

Touya's head snaps up, and he shoots his boyfriend a pouty stare.

"What?!" he snaps, and Keigo chuckles.

"The whole premise is built on being a good liar, and being all to tell when your significant other is lying! Touya, you're the worst liar!"

Touya's mouth falls open, and Keigo quickly realizes what he's started.

Touya starts going on a rant about how he didn't manage to survive all those years as a successful villain without being good at this shit, and Keigo would lie if he said he didn't enjoy poking at him like this.

They could honestly bicker like this for hours, both of them secretly finding it very entertaining, but it just so happened to get closer to dinnertime, and Keigo knew both himself and his boyfriend well enough that things quickly went from fun, flirty banter to petty insults and hair- and feather-pulling when hunger entered the mix.

"Okay, fine," Keigo starts, and Touya looks real pleased for a second, before Keigo continues;

"I'll admit that you're a decent liar, if you admit that I had you fooled back during the PLF days!"

Touya gasps dramatically, and points a slender finger towards Keigo's grinning face.

"No way in hell, Big Bird! I was onto you from the start!"

Keigo just rolls his eyes with a smirk, and Touya is practically steaming as he huffs and puffs next to him, looking so annoyingly adorable Keigo can't help but give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Sure, baby, nobody fools you! It must have been my blinding charm that knocked you out, right?" he asks, giving Touya his cheesiest wink.

Touya rolls his eyes, but can't hide the small smile on his lips.

"Yeah, back then when you had one whole friend and no real relationships to speak of? A true charm-bomb, you were!"

Keigo gives his best mock gasp before he throws himself towards his boyfriend, effectively pinning his boyfriend down under him, and leaning in so close their foreheads rests against each other.

"Luckily for me, it worked on the one I cared about in end, hm?" Keigo says in a low voice, and Touya hums softly, tipping his chin up so that their noses bump into each other.

"Lucky you, indeed," Touya agrees, before he closes his eyes and lets his boyfriend give him a soft, slow kiss.

Keigo smiles softly as they pull apart, and carefully pushes himself off his boyfriend and sits up to give his torso and wings a good stretch.

"So, chicken parma for dinner?" Keigo asks as he gets up and makes his way over to the kitchen while his boyfriend stays lunging on the couch.

"Sure, birdie, nobody does that better than you!" Touya calls after him, and Keigo beams.

"Awh, thanks Hotshot!" he calls out, grinning to himself.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Touya, who had somehow made his way into the kitchen without making a sound, sneaks his arms around Keigo's waist and kisses him behind his ear.

"I hate to break this to you Birdie, but I just won with that lie," he whispers, before he barley ducks away to avoid the handful of parmesan cheese Keigo threw at his head

whump, that was just some silly fluff, but hopefully it was okay! I'm not 100% sure I'll be able to do tomorrow, but I will be back with an art piece and a little blurb for day 7! see you then <3

#dabihawksweek22 #dabihawks #keigo takami #touya todoroki #dabihawks fluff #dabihawks one shot #hawks x dabi #dabi x hawks #hawks #dabi #mha #mha au #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha au #bnha drabble

[eleftherian]

“Could you please continue the petty bickering?” data my beloved

#star trek tng #data soong #my posts #haven

[nulfaga]

"could you please continue the petty bickering" DATA <3

#tasha's HAIR in this episode. i am enjoying myself so much #tngposting