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#I mean I’m ..... deciding to be fine with it but whatever
melzula · 1 day
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Ok hear me out. Reader and Zuko go on a run for supplies .Reader makes a mistakes and almost gets seriously hurt/ near death experience. Zuko gets pissed at reader, maybe yells at her. Reader laughs it off and acts like she doesn’t gaf. Zuko later finds reader all shaken up and crying by herself. Love if you don’t, love if you do!
a/n: ty for requesting and hope you enjoy anon !
summary: zuko apologizes and receives something in return
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What was meant to be a simple trip into town for supplies had quickly turned into a disaster, and Zuko believed it was your recklessness to blame.
You’d been too preoccupied in admiring a local merchant’s vast collection of sea shells to notice the Fire Nation soldier creeping up behind you, and if not for Zuko shoving you out of the way to take on the man himself you surely would have been burnt alive. Your failure to stay aware of your surroundings and lackadaisical attitude had almost gotten you killed, and the Prince made sure to point this out to you afterward.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He scolds you after dragging you out of the marketplace by the arm and back towards camp.
“I was looking at shells, actually, before you so rudely interrupted,” you correct with an impatient roll of your eyes, but the act only seems to annoy him further.
“This isn’t a game, y/n! We didn’t come here to mess around, we came to quickly get more food and go, and we couldn’t even do that because you were too busy looking at stupid shells to notice your surroundings! You could have been hurt or worse!”
“Relax, ‘your highness,’” you dismiss him defensively, harshly yanking your arm away from his grasp. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not dead. I’m fine. You need to stop overreacting and leave me alone!”
Zuko watches with a scowl as you stomp away from him and towards your tent, ignoring the quizzical looks your friends send your way as you shut the flaps closed.
“What’s her problem?” Toph asks with a raised brow from her spot beside the campfire.
“What did you do?” Katara snaps at the boy with an accusatory glare.
“I didn’t do anything!” Zuko exclaims defensively. “As a matter of fact, I just saved her life and now she’s mad at me!”
“Saved her life? What happened out there?” Aang questions with a worried frown. “Was anyone hurt?”
“A Fire Nation soldier snuck up on her while she was distracted and was about to strike before I pushed y/n out of the way and fought him myself.”
“So… what you’re saying is you guys didn’t get any food?” Sokka notes dejectedly only to receive a scolding smack upside the head from his sister.
“If you saved her life, then why is she so upset?”
“I may have been a bit harsh with her after,” Zuko admits reluctantly, awkwardly grasping at the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I was just frustrated that she wasn’t taking her own safety seriously.”
“Look, that’s just how y/n is sometimes. She’s too trusting of her surroundings sometimes, but you have to gently remind her to be careful,” Sokka explains to his friend. “Maybe if you hadn’t yelled at her she would have taken you seriously.”
“Just give her some time to cool off and apologize later,” Katara advises the fire bender. “She just needs her space.”
Frustrated, Zuko lets out a long sigh before ultimately relenting. Katara is right. He just needs to give you some space to process before bothering you again.
By nightfall the moon has risen in the sky and the rest of your group has called it a day, retreating to their tents to sleep and rest for whatever tomorrow may bring. You still haven’t set foot out of yours since Zuko yelled at you, and the Prince has spent the better half of his day groveling outside waiting for you to emerge. He’s beginning to grow impatient, but he’s also extremely worried. You missed dinner, and no one has been able to get you to come out.
Deciding enough is enough, Zuko takes it upon himself to barge into your tent and check on you. Better you be mad at him for invading your space without permission than for something to be wrong with you without anyone knowing.
When he enters your tent the last thing he expects to find is your figure curled up in your sleeping bag crying. Your body trembles under the blankets and your quiet sniffles are the only sound in the space. If you notice his presence you don’t acknowledge it, and Zuko hesitates before carefully sitting himself beside you.
“Y/n?” He calls out softly, gently pulling the covers back to get a look at your face. Water marks line across your cheeks from tears that had managed to dry off your skin, and it takes you a moment to finally meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry for making you mad,” you whisper meekly, voice cracking with effort after hours of minimal use.
“No, you don’t have to apologize. I should be apologizing for how I acted,” he assures you sincerely, carefully wiping away your remaining tears. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I was just worried about your safety- I’m not sure what I would have done if something bad had happened to you.”
“You really mean that?” You sniffle, looking up at him with doubt clear in your eyes.
“Of course I do. I know it probably didn’t seem that way when I was yelling at you, but I’ve come to care a lot for you, and I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“I didn’t know…” you murmur quietly as you carefully sit up from your sleeping bag to reach eye level with the Prince. “I always figured you just saw me as some annoying girl you had to babysit.”
“Well, maybe at first,” he admits with a sheepish chuckle only to immediately stop when he catches your unamused glare, “but now I look forward to being sent to the market with you. I enjoy your company even if it means having to be more vigilant of our surroundings on your behalf. Can you just promise me that next time you’ll be a little more careful?”
“I promise,” you nod earnestly and, much to Zuko’s surprise, pull him in for a tight hug. He stiffens at first, unsure how to react to the close contact, but eventually he’s able to allow himself a chance to enjoy your warmth and reciprocate your embrace.
Only you could have the grumpy Prince wrapped so tightly around your finger.
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princessbrunette · 14 hours
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JJ would be a master at gaslighting people to get away with thing like—
'No officer I was not having sex with my girlfriend in public, I have no idea what you mean 🙄'
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“sex? you think we were having se— babe, you hear this guy?” he laughs, still subtly trying to do up his belt as the sheriff shines his torch through his truck window. “look, shoupe— with all due respect, i think you need’a get your mind outta the gutter. now i don’t wanna be out here airing out all my girls business but she’s a devout catholic. ya, none of that premarital stuff it’s — it’s against the rules, okay? i don’t even like sex like that— that stuff’s overrated—”
“then why was the car shaking, son? this thing was rocking back and forth so hard i thought it oughta create a pothole. are you aware this is a residential street?”
“i am— i am actually aware this is a residential street because my uncle knew a guy who lived here once. he used to cook meth outta his garage so really you’re wastin’ your time on me when you could be arresting that guy— anyway, off topic— the reason the car was rocking was because there was… a bug. on my pants…aaand, it caused some ruckus i’ll admit— you may have heard some screamin’— or other things of that… variety. but i killed the bug, so… it’s fine now. issue resolved.” he trails off, itching behind his ear.
shoupe shines his torch at you, and you look away to hide your disheveled appearance, and he turns his attention back on your boyfriend. “how’s that explain the lipstick prints all over you then, huh?”
“oh this? this isn’t lipstick— how could it be lipstick? she’s not even wearin’ any!” jj gestures to you with an obvious expression.
“yeah, not anymore, ‘cos it’s all over you.” shoupe argues.
“look, this right here is a rash, and i’m super insecure about it so i don’t really appreciate you bringin’ that up right now, shoupe.” jj forces emotion into his voice and the sheriff sighs, standing up straight from his leant over position in the window, deciding this wasn’t worth his time.
“alright, you know what— i’m gonna let it slide, kids. go…do whatever you want in the privacy of your home… and please, for the love of all things holy wear protection. this town don’t need another one of you runnin’ round for another few years. atleast let me retire first.” shoupe steps back from the truck, waving them off and jj instantly jumps to turn his keys, ready to get out of there.
“yes sir.” he resigns, before eagerly peeling the car away from the scene.
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kamiversee · 2 days
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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏
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✧.* CHAPTER 52 || The Things Done in Private
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[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, smut, & angst if u squint.
[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.6k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
[ [ chapters mlist } ]
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——WHILE YOU WERE BUSY confessing your love to Choso and having that long-ass conversation in his car, Geto and Yuki had been left in the cafe.
When you initially left to chase after Choso, Geto and Yuki turned to each other before laughing. They found the entire thing entertaining more than ever and swore they were watching a drama unfold.
But, after the shared laughter, Yuki smacked Geto’s arm, “Now, why the hell did you cause all that?” She asked with a raised brow.
Geto snickered, “Because there’s too much they don’t know about each other.”
Yuki scoffed, “Meaning?”
“I can’t explain it all to you since it’s not my place but, trust me when I say, there are things she needs to talk to him about,” Geto explained vaguely.
“Right… So you and her really were good friends?”
“We could’ve ended up besties,” Geto hums, shrugging to himself, “But, I didn’t want to put myself between her and…”
“Her and Choso?” Yuki questions with a tilt of her head.
“No, someone else,” Geto murmurs. He didn’t want to mention Gojo again because, in his mind, Yuki didn’t need to know all of your business, “Anyway, I brought up Sukuna to help the two. Watch them come back as a married couple within the next thirty minutes.”
Yuki scoffs, “Y’know what, let’s bet on it!” She exclaims, moving to stick her hand out, “Thirty minutes; she comes back alone ready to kick your ass because you fucked it all up for her.”
Geto snickers and moves to shake the blonde’s hand, “Thirty minutes; they come back together happier than ever.”
The two shake each other’s hands firmly, solidifying their bet and deciding that the loser would have to buy the winner something.
Turns out they were both wrong though because as they spent the rest of their time together talking and catching up, two hours had passed, and neither you nor Choso had returned. It was raining outside and the sound of thunder is what caused Geto to remember the bet made.
He turned to look out the window behind him, seeing how hard it was raining, and letting out a scoff, “Seems we were both wrong.”
“Think they’re okay?” Yuki asks.
“I’m sure they’re fine,” Geto shrugged, “Probably long gone by now anyway.”
Yuki sighed and moved to rest her cheek against her knuckles, “That’s no funn, they were supposed to come backkk…”
Geto shakes his head at the woman as he moves to stand up, her eyes following him, “It’s for the best, I’m sure. Plus, it started raining not too long after they walked out so it makes sense they didn't come back.”
She rolls her eyes at him, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Where are you going?”
“Home,” Geto sighs, “I have a roommate to feed.”
Yuki lets out a snort, “To feed? You talk about Gojo as if he were a pet.”
“He is sometimes,” The raven-haired male jokes, “But I meant I should go home and tell him what happened here, he’d want to know.”
She raises a brow, “Why?”
“He’s nosy and will wanna know why I stayed out longer than I told him I would,” Geto explains, chuckling to himself as he grabs his things.
“So basically,” Yuki starts laughing a bit, “You have to keep your boyfriend updated with your social life?”
Geto frowns, “He’s not my boyfriend, stop that.”
The woman begins to snicker, “Right, right, sure.”
Geto rolls his eyes and after grabbing his bag, he turns to walk away, “I’ll see you later, Yuki.”
“Oh come onn, you can’t just leave me here!” She huffs, “At least give me a ride homeee…”
“Nope, you’re the one who thought a bike would be a better investment than a car,” Geto replies as he furthers away from her.
The sound of her groaning dramatically is the last thing Geto hears before exiting the cafe. He was lucky enough to have an umbrella in the bag he brought with him so he quickly opened the item and swung it up and over his head.
Making his way through the parking lot, he sees that Choso’s car is no longer where it was earlier and the sight makes Geto curious. He then glances to where he remembers your car being parked and once he sees it was left in the same place, he smiles to himself.
He knew things would work out just fine.
After that, Geto makes it to his vehicle and steadily gets in. Today was quite the day and he started to wonder what his best friend was doing while you were here at the cafe all this time…
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The answer to that was simple. 
Gojo Satoru had been going through it at home. Since he had the apartment to himself and no Suguru to vent to because he was out, Gojo was quite literally losing his mind.
From the second you walked out the door, Gojo rested his head against it and wondered if he should go after you and take everything he said back. Perhaps there was a way for him to fix things-
Yeah, no. He purged those thoughts from his mind the moment they came. And of course, to make matters worse, you left him with an annoying tent in his pants.
Gojo let out a groan as he lifted his head from the door and trudged to his bedroom. He kicked his door shut and shuffled over to his bed, laying face first against it and grunting at the friction against his member.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Gojo grumbled to himself. It was one of those aggravating boners that wouldn’t die down.
You often left him like this too. Nearly every time Gojo had the pleasure of kissing you, he’d gotten hard. Whether it was during the kiss or directly after, it never mattered, his cock always sprung up because of you.
Hell, even on Christmas when you first hugged him he had to control his body. You made him feel like a teenager with the way the smallest touches from you went straight to his dick.
As of now, his tip was leaking in precum the more he thought about you. Gojo had to shift around to lay on his back, his legs hanging off the bed as he stared up at his ceiling still thinking about you.
Do you know what you do to him?  Are you aware of how much the very idea of you turns him on? Gojo shuts his eyes to try and calm his thoughts but it’s no help, the second his eyelids shut, he’s picturing you all over again.
His hand moves on its own to rest over the bulge in his sweats as he has images of you staring up at him in his head, the sound of you uttering his name simply echoing through his brain.
Fuck, he loved the way you said his name. His fingers curl around his length and he palms himself through his clothes. He’d do anything to hear you moan his name again.
It feels like it’s been forever. Part of Gojo feels like he should’ve kept you with him longer. You were in such a perfect position too, all he’d have to do was lift you up against that door and fuck you right then and there.
His hand movements over the prominent print of his cock grow more eager and Gojo sighs heavily. Then, he decides that his boner isn’t going to go down on its own so he might as well just take care of it already.
Gojo starts to move around, shifting his sweats down enough and sitting up while pulling his phone out. He could use his imagination of you to get off no problem but, another idea had come to mind. It was perverted of him but he didn’t care.
His fingers tapped over his phone screen quickly, moving to head to the nearest social app, which in this case was Instagram. He knew yours by heart and was quick to type it in, feeling like such a pervert as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
Gojo was beyond desperate so he went through your page, finding a picture of you from the summertime. The caption said something about the last photo being taken by Shoko but Gojo wasn’t paying attention to any of that.
There was a collection of images posted, one in particular imprinted in the man’s brain from a while ago. He swiped through the images before he landed on it. It was taken in a bathroom, dim lighting showing what was important and good god Gojo’s cock was twitching at the sight.
It was the only image posted that could be considered a thirst trap. You hand one hand on the counter and the other up at your lip, the pose seeming as though you were checking yourself out in the mirror. In your reflection, your cleavage was exposed and one of the straps to the thin tank top you wore was hanging off your shoulder.
You were braless but no one could really tell unless they paid close enough attention, which Gojo did. Then, the entirety of your back profile was revealed as well, the arch you had as you leaned forward and the way the small shorts you wore clung to your ass made Gojo let out a heavy breath.
This was so fucked up. He shouldn’t be doing this but there he was anyway, reaching his hand into his briefs and tugging his cock out.
So much of your skin was exposed and the shorts you were wearing was the perfect tease. Gojo knew what you looked like beneath all that after all, he knows what you feel like, what you smell like, what you sound like.
So, this photo of you was just enough to feed his imagination. He knew you at the time this picture was taken, just never talked to you. 
Even so, none of that mattered right now, not when this one photo was enough to have Gojo’s mind running rampant. His hand started moving on its own, a groan leaving his lips as his fingers wrapped around his cock and he began to jerk himself off.
He’d done this plenty of times with you in mind but never to a photo before. What would you think if you saw him like this? Legs spread, veiny hands running up and down his shaft as his eyes remained glued to such a teasing picture.
“Fuck,” Gojo moaned, just thinking about you ever seeing him like this drove him crazy.
He soon tosses his phone and just leans back a little, focusing on relieving himself. All he needed was that image in mind to continue, his imagination coaxing him through his acts.
Gojo let out a pant as he started to picture you instead of his hand. He remembered so vividly how you forced him to list all the things he missed about you whilst teasing him, the way your index was swirling around his tip so teasingly— he mimicked the motion and had to bite his lip to conceal a whine.
He recalls how small your hand is compared to his cock and the way you’d jerked him off so slowly. Gojo has every moment with you imprinted into the forefront of his brain, if he thinks hard enough, he could almost feel you over him again.
Your cunt was always so damn wet, so tight, so fucking intoxicating. Gojo’s hand began to increase in pace, slick sounds of him jerking off filling his room. He wishes that the last time he had sex with you, he was able to touch you because fuck is it torture to think back on it now.
He wanted so badly to grab onto your hips and fuck his lengthy cock up into you, only to praise you for taking him so well. And then there was today and the sounds you let out just from a couple of kisses. How whiney and breathy your voice had been as you’d uttered a simple don’t stop while grinding against his leg.
Gojo missed touching you already. His eyes shut for a moment and his lips parted, a whine of your name leaving his lips. Now he was making up scenarios in his head, using that picture you posted as inspiration. He could only imagine the kind of sounds and expressions you’d make if he was ever able to fuck you from behind.
He can picture how your eyes would roll back, the way your jaw would drop and you’d moan his name over and over, and even how your ass would feel bouncing off his pelvis every time he thrust into you. Gojo would take any kind of sex from you right now.
Sloppy sex where it’s all just a mess and both of you are completely fucked out, slow sex where he’s deep inside you and whispering in your ear how much he loves you, or even rough sex where he’s fucking you dumb and hearing you whine about how you can’t take it— even though he knows you can.
“S-Shit-,” Gojo moans again, knowing that you can handle him just makes his mind go blank.
Hell, you’d probably tease him if he were to have sex with you now, tell him how he’s not deep enough just to rile him up, order him to fuck you harder, and cum inside you. Gojo’s wrist was getting tired from how hard and fast he began stroking his dick.
He needed you so badly. He could hardly bring himself to a proper orgasm anymore. His eyes open and his free hand reaches for his phone again, this time he does something even more desperate. Gojo went to his voicemails, having one saved from you.
It was a while ago and you were cursing him out for something but his brain was too dazed with arousal to remember. What he wanted to hear was simply you saying his name. His thumb was shaking a bit as he went through the message you left, up until he heard your voice mutter his name.
“Satoru-,” He couldn’t hear anything else after that and his head went back, hand stroking himself even faster as he replayed that second of you voicing his name.
“Mmgh… fuck, n-need you s’bad, sweetheart,” He mumbled out, as if you could hear him. Gojo was releasing his moans and groans more freely now.
He soon looked down at how his hand slid up and down his cock so quickly, the amount of precum that’d come out smothering his length and making it seem like he already came. Gojo whined and even whimpered when he pictured you above him, you rode his dick so well that he’d never be able to forget it.
He vividly recalls how your folds parted around his cock, how eagerly your cunt sucked him in. Shit, speaking of sucking, he wished he got to experience that mouth of yours. 
Geto bragged about it to him before, telling him you knew how to throat cock surprisingly well. How you’d keep your eyes up despite them watering and flicking to the back of your head. The way you felt moaning around his shaft-, Gojo was losing it.
He had dropped his phone to the side again and his free hand went to his bedsheets, knuckles turning white as his fingers curled into them. His cock ached in his hand, tip twitching as he started to cum mid-stroke. 
He didn’t stop though, whimpering out your name so softly as his dick remained hard and he started overstimulating himself.
“Oh shit-,” Gojo moaned into the air, “F-Fuck, fuck… god-,” He tossed his head back again and the wet sounds of him jerking off grew even louder and messier as he spread his cum all over his cock.
You had him this much of a mess. He got this horny because of you. Gojo doesn’t know if he’s ever feined for sex from a specific person this badly in his life. He’d take anything from you, even a text from you right now would help him.
He ended up laying back as he kept stroking himself, recalling the smallest moments with you to get himself off. For example, when you had sex with Suguru, he remembers how you moaned and how loud everything was. He remembers the sound of you creaming around his best friend.
Gojo’s member was twitching again while he remembered how loudly the slap of your skin to his best friend’s was. His hand squeezes around his cock and he chokes as he recalls you riding him in a similar way. His dick had just slipped in and out of you so nicely, so perfectly, he wanted to feel that again.
Then Gojo could only imagine what you were like with other guys, what things you did with them, and how you looked doing so. 
He cums yet again at the thought and wonders if you knew the things you did to his body. His orgasm was fine but he swore it’d be better if you were here.
Gojo’s hand eventually came to a stop and he relaxed himself, his cock softening as he huffed out heavy pants. How the hell was he ever going to function properly without you?
He knows he has to but it’d be hard. Did he really just let you go? He could’ve kept blackmailing you…
No. You’d hate that. You’d probably cry. Yeah, Gojo didn’t like thinking about that again. Seeing you cry and even once hearing you cry over the phone still haunted him.
He just finished jerking off to you and now all he can think about is the shit he put you through. But hey, at least it’s over now, right? At least you’re happy.
And safe.
That’s all he cares about at the end of the day. Gojo’s heart will heal. He’ll move on eventually. He’ll go back to normal sooner or later.
Right?
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Wrong. Within the next hour, Gojo was jerking off again.
He had a problem at this point because he was standing beside his bed with a picture of you on his phone as he got off to it. These acts of his just continued.
The slightest thought of you for some reason made his cock twitch back to life. Was he in heat or something? It’s like his body was craving you today more than ever and he didn’t know why.
Sessions of getting off to different pictures and thoughts of you went on and on up until the sound of Geto calling Gojo’s name was heard.
By that point, Gojo was sweating and he had to rush around his bedroom to clean himself off before responding to his roommate.
“Uh, g-gimme’ a sec’,” Gojo huffed.
Even from outside his room, Geto knew what had been going on. After all, it wasn’t the first time he came home to Gojo thirsting after you. Hell, there was a time Geto walked by the bathroom and heard Gojo moan your name.
He knew his white-haired friend had a problem but he never really knew just how bad it was. Or at least, he didn’t know Gojo was simply obsessed with you.
“Satoru, you can’t keep doing this man,” Geto sighed out to his friend.
They hadn’t even laid eyes on one another and Geto already knew what was taking Gojo so long to come out.
After a minute or two, Gojo emerges from his room. Geto had to blink a few times at the sight of his best friend because he was simply a mess.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes were low, heavy pants leaving his lips, the shirt he clearly just put on already had sweat on it, and overall Gojo looked like he just run a marathon.
“Can’t keep doing what?” Gojo questioned casually.
Geto gave the man a blank stare as if to say he’s not dumb and he knew his best friend better than anyone but, afterward, he simply rolled his eyes, “Never mind.” He hums before turning away and heading toward their shared kitchen.
Gojo carefully followed behind his friend as he tried to clear his thoughts of you, “What do you mean never mind? I can’t keep doing what?”
“Jerking off to a woman who’s in love with someone else,” Geto says bluntly.
There’s a slight pang in Gojo’s chest but he ignores it as they both enter the kitchen, “I wasn’t-“
“Satoru, as soon as I walked in here, it smelt like dick…” He grumbles, his face twisting up in slight disgust.
“I-,” Gojo blinks and tilts his head innocently, “How do you know what dick smells like?”
Geto turns and looks at his friend with a blank stare, “I have one, idiot.”
“Okay but-“
“Enough, Satoru.” Geto says sternly, “I know what you were doing in there and there’s no need to deny it.”
“Right…” Gojo’s lips purse together as he goes to take a seat at the island in the middle of their kitchen.
“And I actually ran into your nut material earlier today.” The raven-haired male suddenly says before opening the fridge.
Gojo scoffs, “Nut material? Please don’t call her that.”
Geto snickers at his own comment, “That’s what you treat her like.”
Gojo frowns, “I do not-“
“Saw her with Choso, by the way.” Geto interrupts as he swipes a bottle of water out of the fridge.
“Oh.” Gojo chirps. Then his eyes go wide, “Oh?!”
“Yeah, oh.” He hums.
“How uh,” Gojo swallows hard. He can only imagine what it was like for you to be in the same area as Geto and Choso at the same time, “How did that go?”
“Oh I started an argument.” Geto shrugs before shutting the fridge and opening his water casually.
Gojo’s face twists up, “You what? Why would you do that? And how?”
“Brought up Sukuna just to test the waters, turns out she doesn’t know much about him aaaand Choso was obviously unaware that she slept with him.” Geto snickers a bit as he recalls how it went down.
“Y-You… You could’ve fucked everything up for her!” Gojo suddenly shouts.
His roommate doesn’t seem to get why that’s a bad thing, “Wouldn’t that have worked out in your favor?”
“No, no the fuck it wouldn’t have.” Gojo spits.
“And why not?”
“Because-,” Gojo lets out a heavy sigh, “The only reason she fucked Sukuna is because of me so who do you think she would’ve started hating again?”
Geto nods, thinking that his friend has made a fair point before he comments, “But at least she would’ve come back to you.”
“Yeah, come back to me hurting and pissed off.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Suguru, I don't want her to be with me, I want her to be happy,” Gojo explains.
His friend raises a brow at him, “Your actions say otherwise.”
“How?”
“When she left on Christmas you went in your room and cried the rest of the night.” He recalls.
Gojo scoffs, “I-“
“You don’t go a day without talking about her.” Geto continues.
“Suguru-“
“You’ve been talking about this woman for like three years now,” He reminds the man, “I’m not sure happiness is what you want for her. I think you just want her.”
Gojo stares for a long moment before looking away, “Well I can’t have her.”
“Why not?”
“Because I blackmailed her?” He says.
Geto tilts his head, “So?”
“What do you mean so?”
“Did she not forgive you?”
“Well she did but-“
“Then why couldn’t she have been with you?”
Gojo lets out a groan, “Because that’s fucked up, Suguru.”
“I think we established that a long time ago.” Geto scoffs, “Who cares if it’s fucked up? You pushed her away from you when she wanted to be fucked up with you.”
“She didn’t. She hated me and hated loving me even more.”
“And she has every right to but you’re missing the most important thing here; she loved you.”
“She shouldn’t have.”
“But she did.”
“Okay well, I can’t make her happy.” Gojo results in saying as he shrugs.
Geto bats his eyelashes at the man in confusion, “Why not?”
“Because I just can’t.”
“I don’t get you, y’know. You can’t even tell me what’s going on and I’m your best friend?”
“It doesn’t matter now anyway,” Gojo dismisses his question entirely, “The list is over and she’s happy.”
“Is she?” Geto challenges.
“Yes, yes she is.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I just do.”
Geto blinks, “That makes no sense-“
“Suguru, she’s happy now. Alright? Just leave it alone.” Gojo sighs.
The two get quiet after that. Geto moves to sip from his water and Gojo simply sits there with a tense expression.
After a while of silence, Geto just begins to explain how the entire cafe situation went from start to finish. He tells Gojo how he basically spilled the necessary info in order to give you the opportunity to tell Choso the truth.
Gojo asks why exactly he did that and Geto just tells him that he was right, you did seem happy but he knew that happiness wouldn’t last if the things you’d been doing never came to light. Again, Gojo gets upset and the two even argue about it.
That only results in Geto telling Gojo how you and Choso worked it all out anyway because when he left, your car was still there but Choso’s wasn’t.
Gojo couldn’t believe his best friend, even though the man was trying to help you, things could’ve gone so much worse for you. And knowing that made Gojo anxious because his best friend said that either way— Gojo would win.
If things went bad between you and Choso, you would’ve come back to Gojo without a doubt. But, since things went fine, Gojo still got what he wanted, which is you being happy.
So, Geto basically explains that what he caused was a win-win situation for his roommate who he knows cares oh so deeply about you.
Given that, by the end of their conversation, Gojo is still bothered by the chance of things almost going south for you but, he’s still thankful to his best friend to some extent. It’s not the worst thing that could’ve happened after all…
Thus resulting in Gojo back in his bedroom later that night, staring at your contact and wondering if he should call you. He didn’t want to ruin anything of course, he simply wanted to get info from you on how things went.
He knows you ended up leaving with Choso but that doesn’t tell him everything else that happened. Then again, Gojo is supposed to see you again to burn that cursed journal of yours so, he shuts his phone off and decides to simply wait until then.
He’ll learn everything when he sees you again and hopefully… Hopefully Gojo will be able to let you go. There’s too much guilt inside him to hold onto you any longer so he sees the burning of that journal as the end of a dark era for him.
That’ll be the end of his story with you, right?
Yeah, Gojo grins to himself, he thinks he can live with that.
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GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢
KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???
NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙
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♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ “You Belong to Me” ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎
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・❥・ Synopsis ・❥・ Having an Uchiha as an ex doesn’t mean anything. Once you’ve managed to make them fall for you, you’re basically stuck with them for eternity.
・❥・ Pairing ・❥・ Sasuke x Fem!reader
・❥・ A/N ・❥・ I finally decided to continue watching shippuden after having it on pause for 5 years.. yeahhh so I’m having a huge obsession with it rn. Also please feel free to send prompt requests for me to write! And I feel like I definitely could have written this out better but I was in a rush and stressed out about Job interviews so mb
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You finally gathered the courage within you to end your relationship with Sasuke. This wasn’t an easy decision. In fact it was tearing you apart. You still loved him. But the differences between your priorities and his were far too different to the point where they were conflicting with each other.
You might as well have been talking to a wall that day with how blank his expression was after you just announced how you were breaking up with him. The loud silence was killing you inside, does he not care at all?
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-You wanting to break up with him was like a jab at his ego. The Sasuke Uchiha. The last prodigy of his clan and you wanted to leave him? Though this enraged him, he refused to let you know it. He couldn’t let you have the satisfaction of knowing that this actually affected him.
-After you left the apartment he started to completely trash the place. Everything in it was obliterated into nothingness. But as soon as he went out in public he acted completely fine as if nothing happened.
-Anytime you were around he would make sure you saw him with other girls. He wanted to show you that he could be with anybody he desired without a problem, at any given second. Show you that you weren’t nothing special to him.
-He was lying. Because as soon as you left his vision he treated the girls like shit and pushed them aside after they served their purpose in making you jealous.
-He tried to sleep with random women in the village to further prove that he didn’t need you. (He was really just trying to convince himself) but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. None of them even compared to your beauty. Even the thought of another person lying on the bed you two once shared disgusted him.
-After weeks of this even Sasuke couldn’t believe his own facade. He craved you. He craved your smile, your laughter, Your touch. And is willing to do whatever it takes to remind you that you belong with him.
-He sucked up his pride and begged Naruto to send you two on missions together. So you’d be basically forced to talk to each other . (Naruto uses this against him every now and then)
-During one of the missions, one of your comrades decide to get a little touchy with you. You pay this no mind since you have no interest in the guy, but Sasuke definitely notices it. What’s a worthless ninja doing talking to what’s his?
-A couple of days after that mission, the scenario of another man getting that close to you haunted Sasuke day and night. There’s no way in hell you’d ever willingly decide to be with any other man but him. Right? He needed the reassurance and he needed it now.
-It was 4 am when you opened the door to your apartment after you were awoken by loud desperate banging on the door just to be faced with your ex. He invited himself in, closing the door behind him as he slowly crept towards you.
“Sasuke?”
-He reached for your hand and held it in his, as he focused on you as if there was nothing else in this world. You could tell he developed dark circles since the last time you saw him.
“The day we got together was the day I chose you to be the one I repopulate my clan with. The only one worthy of the surname Uchiha. You’re mine and I’m yours.”
-He noticed how you were at a loss of words so he took this moment to do what he’s been yearning to. He grabbed the back of your head pulling you into a kiss. The kiss was messy and desperate. He kissed you as if you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. And to him, you were.
-Needless to say you were vulnerable to his request and took him back. How could you not?
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mzv11 · 2 days
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Cobra 9 🐍
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Character: Blaze Silva x Damian Priest
Warning: Language & Angst
Word Count: 1.7K
A/N: Ooh y’all about to hate Quinn even more. I use their real names and once they are at work, I'll go back to their ring names.
Catch Up: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
“I’m happy because we finally decided on a song to go with the parade. I can’t wait to work with Paola and the team on choreo. You know choreography is my passion. Mama sent food. How was work?” Blaze laughed as Quinn immediately took the plate from the fridge and put it into the microwave. “Yes sweetheart, I know how you love to dance. I’m actually surprised you don’t do more of it in the ring. Well, play the music for me. Work was fine.” Quinn smiled. He loved her enthusiasm but he didn’t speak a lick of Portuguese and hadn’t bothered to learn after all these years, but he knew it made her happy. Blaze played the song, her hips swaying to the music. Quinn tried to keep up with her, but dancing was never something he excelled at. “That’s all you. You gonna try to be the naked girl this year? I mean…the drum girl? Whatever the hell it’s called.” He asked as he sat at the kitchen counter to eat. “No, I’m much too busy for that now. I’ll be happy to just be in the march.” Blaze shrugged, walking away to triple check her packing. 
6 A.M.
“I’ll see you whenever you get back. Don’t break yourself.” Quinn muttered to a stirring Blaze as he left for work. “I’ll be back Tuesday afternoon. Don’t break yourself.” She mumbled, grabbing his hand and kissing it before he pulled away to leave. Hearing his truck pull out of the driveway, Blaze rolled over and went back to sleep for a little while longer. Thankfully, she didn’t have much to do before going to the airport. She had been slowly sifting through items obtained during her 15-year relationship with Quinn. She packed up some of the forgotten items and put them into the trunk of her car. A quick jog around the neighborhood and a quick shower and Blaze was ready to head to her father’s garage. Her phone pinged, a text from Damian as she finished her smoothie. “Good morning beautiful, how was your jog? Please tell me that you’re all packed.” he asked. “I was packed yesterday before dinner!” Blaze text back. She was very much a procrastinator but once she established a healthy collection of black and purple attire, packing was easy.
“Good morning Daddy, do you want coffee?” she texted Damian but it was mean for her father. “So I’m Daddy now? 😏 I’d love some coffee.” he texted back with a bunch of laughing emojis. “OH GOD NO!!!” Blaze grumbled as she sat in traffic. She called Luis immediately, he was laughing so hard that he couldn’t even say hello. “I’d rather you call me Papi.” he laughed. “Ohmigod Luis get over yourself! Well, since I asked, what do you want from Starbucks?” Blaze laughed. “We both want the Ethiopian blend. I’m at the shop hanging out with Pops. He’s talking me into something for the car.” Luis laughed. “Ooh…how about the archer with an arrow along the side instead of the racing stripe?” Blaze said “Oh…now I like the way my kid thinks.” Inacio said from the background. Blaze made her coffee run and headed to her dad’s garage. “There’s my Princesa. You look stunning as usual.” Inacio smiled as he kissed his daughter’s forehead. “Thanks Dad. I see you got your new bestie.” Blaze whispered as she handed him his coffee. “Future son-in-law, I’m putting it out into the atmosphere,” he laughed. “I know Mama is up to her tricks. I feel it in my spirit that she’s somewhere scheming up a honey jar.” Blaze laughed. Inacio laughed, they knew Nyeemah all too well.
Blaze turned around to see Luis eating her muffin. “Yo…what the hell?!” she groaned. “I left you half. I see the abs forming, just trying to help.” he laughed. “You see the gains!” Blaze laughed. “I’m gonna take y’all to the airport. Luis is gonna let me tinker with his toy this weekend.” Inacio laughed. “Oh god. Please keep it street legal.” Blaze frowned as Luis grabbed her bags from the trunk of her car. “Moving out?” he asked about the boxes. “Kinda. I’ll explain later.” she smiled as she climbed into the backseat of her dad’s truck. “Thanks for the ride, sir.” Luis said as he climbed out and opened the door for Blaze. “Thanks Daddy, love you.” Blaze kissed her father on the cheek and got out. “You know I’m not going to let you live for calling me Daddy.” Luis teased as they breezed through TSA Precheck. “I’d rather you not let me walk.” Blaze winked, grabbing her bags and walking off towards their gate. “Take it easy, Diosa.” he growled. “Don’t you growl at me!” Blaze growled back. “And what are you gonna do to stop me?” He flirted. “Now who needs to take it easy?! Listen Papi, I know I am so fuckin irresistible but I have a man.” Blaze laughed as they walked. “So damn irresistible, and FUCK QUINN.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her, suddenly remembering that they were in public. “Luis, Blazer…que pasa?!” Fergal exclaimed as he hugged Blaze and dapped Luis up. “Blaze’s parents want us to come over for dinner. I went last night and somebody has been holding out on us that they can bake.” Luis laughed, nodding in Blaze’s direction. 
“Blazer…you bake?” Fergal asked. “I’m much more than a pretty face. I’m a super interesting person.” She laughed as she sat down in the area Fergal and Dom had commandeered for them. “I owe the Queen Bee breakfast since I ate half her muffin. What do you want?” Luis asked. “Since I need to start cutting weight…protein…but I really want a breakfast burrito.” Blaze laughed. “Get this woman a brekkie burrito!” Fergal laughed as he and Luis went to find breakfast. “Fuego Mami…what’s good? Where’s Luis?” Dom asked, flopping down in the seat next to her with his breakfast burrito. “Securing my breakfast. He owes me.” Blaze mumbled. “Oh…shit…it finally happened?! Nice! Bout damn time!” Dom admitted. “What finally happened?!” Blaze asked. “Huh?! Nuthin.” Dom laughed nervously, Luis was going to kill him if Blaze didn’t first. “Dom…SPILL!” Blaze growled, pinching his arm. “He should be the one to tell you!” Dom grumbled. “Ohh…that he likes me? He hasn’t said it…but I know. I like him too. Still trying to navigate the boyfriend situation.” Blaze laughed. “Oooh…I knew it! Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I haven’t met your boyfriend but Luis hates him and Demi hates him. And that’s enough for me.” He shrugged, putting his head on her shoulder and sinking down in the seat to eat his food.
Luis and Fergal waited at the breakfast counter for Blaze’s food. “So…what’s going on big guy? You look extra happy this morning. She spend the night or something?” Fergal teased. “We’ve kissed a couple times.” Luis mumbled nonchalantly. “Oh shite man! You’ve come a long way from resenting her.” Fergal laughed as the flirty woman behind the counter handed Luis a container. “Thanks. The attraction has always been there cuz…I mean, look at the material. She’s gorgeous. She’s a cocky little brat. But the minute I heard her crying on the phone with her boyfriend…I wanted to save her. The more I learn, she doesn’t need me to save her, she’s saving herself in her own way. I’m just here for whatever she needs…like breakfast.” he smiled as they walked back.
Dom sat scrolling through TikTok, Blaze had just gotten a text from her best friend Marika.
Marika: Hey chica! What time is your flight?
Blaze: In like an hour. I got through the TSA line much faster than I thought. I just ordered breakfast while I’m waiting for the guys to get here.
Marika: And when will you be back in town?
Blaze: I’ll be back in town on Tuesday. We need to go kick it next weekend. Or we can have a girls weekend at the house, Q will be in Atlanta.
Blaze had a sneaking suspicion that Marika would be with Quinn in Atlanta. 
Marika: I have a Herbalife regional meetup next weekend in Tampa. ☹️
Blaze: Ok then boss lady! What about lunch Wednesday after my workout?
Marika: Perfect! Have a safe flight, text me later. Can’t wait to see tonight’s outfit, you’ve been bringing heat these past few weeks.
“We have until Tuesday. I don’t think she suspects anything.” Marika said as she cuddled up next to Quinn in bed. “I should’ve picked you instead of her back then. She couldn’t even give me a child.” Quinn sighed, rubbing Marika’s belly. She was almost 12 weeks along. “Don’t do that. She was devastated that she lost the baby. She still isn’t over it. Seeing me like this will only make things harder for her…especially if she ever finds out who the daddy is.” Marika spoke sadly. She knew that Quinn had no plans of leaving Blaze, the optics of them together were too perfect. His parents wanted him to marry a good woman from a good family. Quinn loved Blaze, but he loved Marika too. If he could find a way to have them both, he would.
“Has me bringing you breakfast become our thing?” Luis smiled as he handed Blaze the container from the cafe. “Yep. You’ve spoiled me once and now you can’t stop. I won’t know how to act without it. Thank you.” Blaze smiled, dramatically batting her eyelashes at him. “How come her burrito so much bigger than mine?” Dom groaned looking at the size of Blaze’s monster burrito taking up the entire styrofoam container. “The girl making it was trying to flirt with the big guy…he was absolutely oblivious because he only has eyes for a certain redheaded beauty.” Fergal teased. “Luis, Becky is married with a kid!” Blaze laughed. “That’s not who he’s talking about brat!” Luis laughed, handing Blaze a ton of napkins and utensils. “I know that! Luis…get your ass over here and help me eat this! She obviously wanted her big, strong man to have a full belly. Oh look…she even wrote her phone number in the container! Big Damian Priest energy is in full effect!” Blaze teased as he grabbed the other fork and sat down on the other side of her. “Dom-Dom…they've been kissing! He was even about to kiss her when they walked up.” Fergal laughed. “WHAT?! And here I was worried that I spilled to her that he liked her. Remember when this used to be a proper family that communicated? I miss those days.” he laughed.
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Unexpectedly | Chapter 01
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Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Idol!Reader
Summary: When the company Y/N is signed with announces its closure, she feels as though her career as a soloist is over. So when KQ offers Y/N a contract, she jumps at the chance if it means she can work (and fall in love) with her best friend, Wooyoung.
Warnings: none for this chapter. Disclaimers and warnings for all the whole series are placed on masterlist post.
Word Count: 1,080
Screenshots: 12
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Wooyoung's high-pitched cackle mixed with her mum's laughter fills Y/N’s ears as she enters the grounds of her mother's home. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head she grumbles to herself as she climbs the steps to the front door. 
"Aish, I should have known he’d get here before me. I bet he came straight here as soon as she invited him for dinner." 
She goes to reach for the door handle just as her phone begins to ring. Grumbling to herself again, she reaches inside her pocket and pulls out the ringing device. Seeing her manager’s name and number flashing on the screen, she quickly answers it. "Sang-U-nim, I just arrived at my eomma’s house."  
No matter the time or what she's doing, she always makes sure to answer his calls. He is more than just a manager to her. He has been by her side since the day she found out she would be debuting. He became her mentor, her work father. He has always been there to uplift her when she needed it and never let her ego grow too big. If she needed to hear something, he would be the one to tell her. He has become her closest confidant in the company, and she trusts his opinion and advice more than anyone else. 
"I won't keep you long," he assures her. "I just wanted to let you know that I asked around about Yoon Jun. He's the real deal. Hae-Joon worked with him back when they were both at SM Entertainment. She said he's a dedicated worker, takes excellent care of the talent under him, and is highly respected." 
"So, should I schedule a meeting with him?"  
"You should definitely make time to meet with him."  
"Will you come with me? I’ll let them know you and I are a packaged deal."  
"I didn't want to discuss this over the phone," he sighs. Y/N can sense the sadness in his voice. "I've decided it's time for me to take a step back from the entertainment industry. I want to prioritize spending more time with my family and being there for them."  
Though her heart breaks a little, she is happy for him. “That makes me a little sad but I’m happy for you, Han Sang-U-nim. Your beautiful wife and daughters need you much more than I do.” 
Y/N had met his family many times, even shared meals with them. She loves them just as much as she loves Sang-U. 
“You’ll be fine, kid.” 
“I know,” she smiles. 
“Whatever decision you make, just know you have my… our support. We’ll always be watching and cheering you on.” 
“Thank you for everything you’ve done. I’ll always appreciate it and you.” 
“Good luck with everything,” he smiles and ends the call. 
After slipping her phone back into her pocket, she gently wipes away the tears that she hadn’t noticed until now. With a sigh, she steps into her mother's house. Taking off her coat, she hangs it on the coat rack and carefully places her shoes next to Wooyoung's.  
"Eomma!" she calls out as she enters the living room but finds it empty. Hearing her mother's response from the kitchen, she makes her way towards the sound.  
In the cozy kitchen, she finds Wooyoung wearing an apron, assisting her mother in chopping vegetables. "I got the stuff you asked me to bring," she informs her, placing the bag on the counter before embracing her mother tightly. "Is there anything I can help with?" she asks, moving to give Wooyoung a back hug. 
He stopped chopping up the vegetables and gently placed the knife on the counter before turning in her arms, hugging her tightly and placing a kiss to her forehead. It's been months since the childhood friends last saw each other in person. Being able to see him again brings her some relief from everything that's going on. 
“Are you okay?” he asks. 
“Can we talk later?” she asks him as he lets her go and nods his head. 
She smiles and starts helping get everything ready for dinner. 
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After dinner, Y/N's mother settled on the sofa to catch her favorite shows before bedtime, as Wooyoung and Y/N took care of cleaning up the table and washing the dishes. The duo exchanged smiles and playful banter, making the task seem less like a chore.  
“What did you want to talk about?” Wooyoung eventually asks, placing the plates away in their designated space.  
"I got a message from someone at KQ," she tells him, her soapy hands placing a pot on the counter beside the sink as she washes the last of the dishes. 
"KQ?" Wooyoung questioned, his eyes widening in surprise, indicating he was unaware of it. "Who was it from?"  
"Yoon Jun," she answered, drying her hands with a clean dish towel. She grabbed her phone, opened the message, and showed it to him.  
He took her phone and read the message. "He's one of the new managers. Sannie mentioned he heard him talking about signing someone who wasn't a trainee. I'm assuming that's you. But you already have Sang-U. Won't he be following you wherever you go?" 
 Y/N shook her head. "Sang-U is stepping down. He wants to focus more on his family." 
Wooyoung nodded, understanding the situation. "I see. What are you going to do?” 
“I’ll probably message Yoon Jun back, make time to meet and see what him and KQ have to offer,” she shrugs, cleaning the last pot.  
“If you’re unsure, think about this,” he starts. “I’m there, we’ll get to see each other a lot more than we usually do. That’s the biggest pro if you move to KQ.” 
“And the con?” she questions, a soft smile on her face. 
“There are no con’s,” he says, putting away the last pot and turning back to face her. “There might be one con.” 
“What’s that?” she asks. 
“I’ll have to share you with more than just Yeosang,” he pouts. 
“Are you worried I'm going to end up loving them more than you?” 
“I’m more worried that one of them will fall in love with you and steal you from me,” he corrects her, still wearing a pout. 
“No one can steal me from you, Youngie. Many have tried and they’ve all failed,” she assures him. 
As they continued to clean up, their conversation shifted to lighter topics, reminiscing about their favorite moments from their trainee days and sharing dreams for the future. 
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Velvet & Veneer Fanfic
“Unforgiven” Part 2
Trigger Warning!!
Part 1 Here
Branch finally learns to understand that sometimes people don’t want to be alone… or can’t be left alone. There is one person he finally connects with… and it’s unexpected.
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It had been a week since Veneers encounter with Branch.
The little Troll noticed a change in behavior in the kid. Veneer was more withdrawn, he stopped approaching the Trolls in general, only to exchange a few words… and that was it. Most of his time now, he’d spent alone.
Branch couldn’t help but feel a small amount of guilt. One night he walked by the room Veneer and Velvet used to share. He heard small cries coming from inside. The small Troll hesitated, he waited a moment by the door. Should he go in? Should he check on him?…. No! Branch decided. It wasn’t his fault of the kid couldn’t take the truth.
The first to notice Veneers change in behavior was Floyd. He was the only one Velvet left a note too before she left: “Don’t leave Veneer alone for too long. Keep an eye on him.”
And he tried, but the Rageoun would constantly avoid him, only exchanging a few words and smiles…. He sensed that Veneer wanted to be alone… and that was a scary thought.
“You know what’s been up with Veneer lately?” Floyd asked Branch one day.
“No. Why?” Branch was short with his response. He knew it was his fault in the kids sudden change in behavior.
“You haven’t notice he’s been distant? Quiet actually…. I’m worried.” Floyd said.
“Why? Why do you care? Don’t you remember what they did to you?”
“Yes. But you didn’t know them like I did…. Before all this happened…. It’s always been the two of them. Now Veneer doesn’t know what to do without his sister.” Floyd hesitated a moment before choosing his next words, “Veneer can get…. Bad thoughts in his mind…”
“What do you mean?” Branch turned around and eyed him curiously.
“Veneer… He’s…. he can… hurt himself… if he really felt like it.”
“Hurt himself? Why would he want to do that?” Branch asked.
“…. I don’t know Branch. Some have ways of showing their feelings because sometimes others can’t understand it… or fail too. Which is why we need to be there for him.” Floyd had said.
Floyd walked off, leaving Branch thinking… Had the words he said triggered something in Veneer?… No he didn’t, Branch had only spoken the truth.
It was late in the night. The Trolls decided to stay the night there at the Bergen castle. Branch got hungry, so he made his towards the kitchen. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He neared the kitchen when he saw Veneer walk out…. There was nothing in his hands, no snacks, no anything, but Branch could see he walked out hiding something within his red hoodie. Veneer took no notice of the little Troll.
“Whatever.” Branch thought. He continued walking towards the kitchen…. That’s when an awful feeling hit his gut…. What if-
No. Branch was being silly, the kid was old enough to understand, old enough to take things like a man…. But Branch still stayed frozen, he didn’t move, couldn’t move… what if he grabbed something that he could hurt himself with? The words Floyd told him echoed through his mind: Don’t leave Veneer alone for too long….
“Dang it!” He grunted to himself as he made his way to Veneers bedroom.
When he approached, Branch could see the door was slightly open….
“Veneer?” He called out as he went in. There was no sign of the Rageoun anywhere. Maybe he hadn’t come in his room….
CRASH!
Branch was startled by the sound coming from the bathroom.
“Veneer?”
“I’m fine!” He heard Veneer try to call out happily. “Accidentally knocked over the hand soup!”
Branch could hear weird sounds coming from within along with Veneers hustled movements. Branch heard sniffles and small little whimpers.
“You good?” The Troll asked.
“Y-yeah.” Veneer said. Branch could hear his voice break, like he was trying to hide that he was crying.
“Open up. I have something to show you.”
“I….i am n-not d-decent…” the voice broke again.
“Okay. Then.. night.” Branch made it seem as he was leaving…. Silenced passed… he knew Veneer was waiting to make sure there was complete silence…. Branch waited…. He heard the sound of slight clanging metal…
“AH!” He heard Veneer cry, the sound of metal hitting the floor. That’s it… Branch took a running start and slid under the opening of the door.
He came into Veneer sitting on the floor, trying to hide what he just did…. Branch saw what he had gotten from the kitchen, its metal sheath shining in the light. Veneer held his arm… blood spilling from the side.
“Veneer….” Branch said softly, his eyes wide with worry.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t…. I don’t know why I did this…. I just…. I feel so alone!” He hugged his knees, his shoulders shaking violently as he cried. The small Troll approached the tall Rageoun quietly. He placed a hand on his leg…. Now Branch understood what Floyd meant… what Velvet had said…
“… I’m sorry…” Branch began, “I’m so, so sorry. For everything I said a week ago. I was mad. And I still want to be mad… but now I understand you. Veneer, what I said, I’m sorry. You were trying, and I was stubborn not to let you try, to appreciate that you tried, that you put a stop to it. Forgive me?”
Veneer peered up, staring at the small Troll, tears still streaming down his face.
“But you didn’t do anything wrong? It’s me who should apologize, I hurt your brother, I hurt you guys. I couldve stopped it sooner… I know why you hate me, why my sister hates…. I hate me.” Veneer cried, blood still trickling from his arm.
“…. I wanted to hate you…. I thought I did…but… I can’t… I don’t want to hate you.” Branch looked up Veneer.
“But Velvet left…”
“She told us to watch out for you. She still cares… and thats what I’m going to do. Me, Floyd…. Everyone.”
“…. But why would she leave me….” That’s what was wrong. Veneer was trying to fill the loneliness of his sister leaving. He hated feeling alone… and Branch understood that…
“Somethings can’t be explained yet.” Branch responded.
Veneer turned and looked him….. there was a small understanding…. A small connection…
“Let’s get you cleaned up?”
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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
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Where CANON and FANON collide!
Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
Chapter 26 is now available on AO3.
Please note: Chapters 24 and 25 were posted at the same time.
This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!
“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
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Currently 26 chapters completed: 1M Words; Rated: Mature
One chapter will be posted at a time.
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Here's a snippet from Chapter 26 of an emotionally distraught and hysterical Eddie while he's on the phone with 9-1-1.
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“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“Yes I’m at 4995 S. Bedford St. and I have an adult male, 31 years of age who's unconscious and unresponsive and I need medical response.”
“Ok sir, can I get your name?”
“Eddie Diaz! I’m a firefighter and a paramedic with the 118.”
“Eddie!” Linda asks.
“Yes! Linda, I’m so glad it’s you.” He heaves past the sob lodged in the back of his throat that feels like a ping pong ball and continues. “Listen, it’s Buck… SHIT!” He stops talking because he remembers he needs to follow protocol for her recording then he tries again. “I mean you need his first and last name for the call. It’s my husband Evan Diaz and he’s also a firefighter with the—the 118.”
“Ok Eddie, I’m checking to see which RA unit is closest to that address but can you tell me what happened?”
“I—I don’t know but I came into the living room; he was swaying back and forth and I caught him before he—he hit the floor. I manually checked his vitals by doing the ABC method… I opened his airway, checked his breathing along with his circulation, then I—I got my medical bag and checked his pupillary response which is fine but his pulse, his blood pressure and his heart rate... and all of them are still low which is why I believe he might be having a bradycardia event. Linda… oh my god, whatever is happening to him is more serious than syncope because he’s still unresponsive.”
“Can you tell me how long he’s been down?”
“It’s been more than two minutes but I didn’t start counting until after I caught him so I could be one or two seconds off.”
“Ok, Eddie, our closest unit is 6 minutes away.”
He frowns and loudly asks, “Six minutes? Why?! I’m sorry please—please forgive me for being loud but I... I—I’m asking because there’s a fire station less than 4 minutes away from here.” He feels like he’s about to crawl out of his skin because the proximity of their home to the closest fire station in this area is one of the reasons why he decided to purchase it. He wanted to be close to one for Chris just in case they ever have to call emergency services.
Will the RA unit arrive in time to save Buck or will Eddie lose the love of his life? 👀
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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!
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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.
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Chapter Summaries
Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.
Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.
Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.
Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.
Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.
Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.
Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.
Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.
Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.
Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.
Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.
Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.
Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.
Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?
Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.
Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.
Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.
Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.
Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.
Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?
Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.
Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.
Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.
Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.
Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?
Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.
Chapter 27 - Will be posted soon.
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this is my 1st post on here! see my pinned to learn more about me. :)
thank you for reading & enjoy! 🩷
(inspired by: anything by adrianne lenker)
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Light rain patters against the car window, a light grey sky above. Soft music plays in the background and overall you’re feeling happy. That is until-
*click!*
“Hey-!! And what do you think you’re doing?” You giggle and swipe at the phone in your boyfriend’s hand.
Schlatt effectively keeps his phone away from you, holding it up in the air with his long arms, resulting in defeat for your shorter arms.
“Shush toots, I’m admiring my beautiful girl.”
He pretends not to notice the mix of love and happiness that falls onto your face, smiling to himself that he’s made you feel this way.
The amount of photos Schlatt has collected of you over the course of your relationship with him is uncanny. He has a folder in his photos app filled with hundreds of photos of you:
some pretty,
some silly,
some ugly (at least in your eyes, but he doesn’t think it’s possible for you to ever look anything but beautiful,)
and even some random photos of your tits (lol) he managed to acquire. (he insists it’s necessary to have a piece of you for when you’re not around, whatever that means).
Looking at you is probably in his top 5 favorite things to do. If he’s with you physically, he’ll just stare at you.
Stare at you as you sleep on his shoulder, as you ramble on about the thing you’re currently enjoying,
as you’re deep in thought,
as you do absolutely anything.
Or if you guys aren’t together, he will scroll through that damn photo album he’s built up.
“This one’s definitely going in the album.”Schlatt clicks the heart button below the photo and adds the photo to the album entitled, “pretty girl.”
“You say that for every photo you take of me!” You dramatically eye roll and cross your arms.
“Because every photo of you deserves to be kept in a special place.” Schlatt interlocks his big hand with your smaller one as you lay your head on his shoulder.
“One day, the historians will find these photos and think, ‘woah, who was this fine piece of ass?’”
“Whatever you say J.” You look up from his shoulder and smile at him, his eyes smiling as you do.
“I can’t wait.” Schlatt sighs with a light smile.
“For?” You give him an inquisitive look.
“To show you off to everyone. I can’t wait to walk into a room with you, and for all their heads to turn, and then I’m like ‘that’s right, this is my doll and she’s allllllll mine-’”
Your heart feels like it’s going to spill over as he rambles on about the future.
Truth be told, you wanted everyone to see you were his too. Allas, you both decided it would be best to stay on the down low for a while.
Schlatt didn’t want to stress you out with being thrown into the spotlight of his career, and you both wanted to have a relationship without any other party having an influence on that.
The only people who knew of your relationship was both of your families and Ted Nivison. And this method seemed to prove successful because you had been dating for a little over 2 years now.
You guys were both happy, but you knew you couldn’t live like this forever. There comes a point in time where you don’t want to hide anymore.
And that point in time is now.
“And you get to meet all of my friends, especially Minx and Niki you’ll really like them, and I get to hold your hand-“
You cut off the new yorker’s sappy rambling about you with a kiss.
He is taken aback, but quickly falls into it, deepening the kiss. He places a cold hand on the back of your neck, and another cold hand down on your thigh.
After a few seconds, you both break the kiss to catch your breath. He stares into your eyes, half lidded with love.
“Man, I’ll never get over that doll.” He says with a lop sided grin.
“Let’s do it.” You grab his face, placing both of your hands on his scruffy, mutton chopped face.
“Let’s- huh?” Schlatt says almost drunkenly, still grinning lopsidedly.
“You, Mr. Jonathan Schlatt, put that god forsaken photo album to good use.” You smile, staring right into his eyes.
“Just- not the tit pics.”
And with that, his lips meet yours, and you’re unable to keep your hands off each other from that point on.
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2 weeks later, you’re in the car, light rain pattering against the window once again.
Music softly playing in the background.
Specifically the song “Anything” by Adrianne Lenker.
It was the song Schlatt posted you to, the song he used to introduce you to the world as his girlfriend.
You feel warm inside.
happy, loved.
*click!*
“EXCUSE YOU.” You gasp at him.
Schlatt shows you his phone and puts on his best shit eating grin as he adds the new photo to the album.
“You posted the photos what more could you need-“
“Ah, ah, ah!” He swiftly cuts you off with his finger pressed to your lips.
“Just because I finally posted those photos doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop taking photos of you, toots.” He raises a brow at you and laughs.
You let yourself smile at the absurdity of it all.
Schlatt takes your hand and begins pressing gentle kisses to it.
He continues to press kisses to your hand, as you pick up your phone with your other.
“Ted is calling me.”
Schlatt looks over to your phone, takes it, and examines it before deciding to hit decline. He tosses it to the side.
“He can wait.”
And with that, you’re once again unable to keep your hands off each other.
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I’ve been watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine recently and I had the idea of a detective/cop au with the sbg cast because it’d be funny.
Under the cut cuz I made it too long.
Basically, what I’m working with here is that Ashlyn’s either the sergeant or captain of the squad. I haven’t completely decided yet but I’m fine with either. Anyhow, Aiden’s kinda like Jake in B99 where he’s really smart and can solve a case no problem but has a tendency to joke around and not follow the rules entirely. He’s also really stubborn. I was thinking Tyler and Aiden could have the rivalry/bet that Amy and Jake had going on in s1 ‘cause it’d be funny to see them try and beat the other in most cases solved.
For Logan I was thinking he’d be the best on-field (cuz yk he’s good with a gun) and best shooter the precinct has. Taylor would be good at getting info from perps and she’d be an amazing “good cop” while Ashlyn would play “bad cop” or they could switch. I don’t think it matters. Ben would be real intimidating but he’s just a big softie. He’s like the nicest cop at the precinct and enjoys being a secondary rather than a primary (like he doesn’t want to take the lead role on cases a lotta the time cuz yk he can’t talk) but he’s still a very valuable person to the squad.
For whatever plot this au has I think it’d be cool to have it interlink with the phantoms and the phantom dimension in some way. Like maybe there are a series of murders where the killer maims/disfigures the victims’ bodies and the squad have to solve it, but it’s a difficult case because there are people trying to cover up the murders — like maybe the Cranes (or whatever their organisation is called) or something. Also, they could give the serial killer a name like “the phantom or smth” or you can still add the phantom dimension into the au if you want to but at its core this au is just about shits and giggles.
Like I want to see Aiden arrive at work and drink his third tea of the day — cuz he’s a tea guy — and I wanna see Ben sit at his desk and prolong his paper work because listening to music is so much better. I want to see Logan have tons of flowers at his desk because his grandparents were so happy he’d finally gotten the job he had worked for; Taylor fixing the printers everyday because Logan got kind of mad when the printer stops working. (He took a hammer and smashed it.) I wanna see Tyler come to work with more than one lunch bag because he decided to make the others lunch. I WANT TO SEE FLUFF. If you get what I mean.
I’d also like to clarify that im not trying to undermine anyone’s intelligence/skills in any way. They’re all skilled and perceptive and great detectives they just show it differently. Like Ben get intel by silently reading you whereas Tyler tries a more aggressive approach which contrasts with Taylor’s calculated questions and answers and Ashlyn’s perceptiveness to body language. Logan’s all about finding the facts first and building off of there, so he’s kind of in between everything when solving a case but the clue board is his go-to and Aiden just kinda fuck’s around and finds out.
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GODDD.
#marzivents#to preface. i am SLIGHTLY buzzed. as in i have had a single mimosa almost an hour ago#today there has been a… weird??? energy with the family??#my mom and dad are on two different frequencies today but like they’re managing so whatever#my brother and i have been normal i suppose#but we’ve been all together for a little bit to celebrate the new uear and such#clock hits 12. we celebrate. everybody has One mimosa. not a lot at all#that buzz hits me and i’m hanging out. i’m feeling good!#my brother says something or other and we start the motions of one of our go-to sibling disagreements you know the type#and my mother cuts me off says like ‘let’s all relax’ or whatever. i didn’t feel that angry but like?? sure? fine whatever#we stop and i move on. once again not a huge deal to me#then my dad does smth or other. my mom’s been razzing him all day so i decide alright i will also razz him. a little lighthearted teasing#it is NOTHING different from what i normally do. just slightly more frequent#and my dad goes ‘i can’t have an opinion on anything huh?’ and i- committed to the bit- go ‘no <3’ with a smile on my face#like i am simply wanting to fuck around!! the way you do with friends! that is all i am doing!#i get in some other thing with my brother for like .2 seconds before my mom tells us to ‘stop fighting’ again. alright cool#this sort of thing continues. and the air in the room becomes super tense for some goddamn reason???#eventually my dad heads to the garage and my brother follows. while they’re gone my mom tells me i need to cool it and i’m being aggressive#i???? huh???? what???#i was gonna turn to HER and crack a joke like ‘how do you get them to understand that loud doesn’t mean angry?’#because that’s an issue SHE has all the damn time! i was gonna turn to her and bond! but she says that before i can even start to#so my attempt to ease the remaining tension in the room is dead on arrival. in fact the room is even TENSER#maybe it was the champagne or smth but it just fucking got to me. i shut up and turn away and start trying to collect myself#i’m realizing two things. 1- my emotions are less in my control right now and i cannot collect myself here. 2- I Need To Fucking Scream#so i silently pack up and head to my room. my mom knows better and asks no questions#as i was typing this post my brother walks in. i shoo him out without words but he tries to ask questions so i just repeat until he gets it#i feel fucking insane. what the fuck did i DO???? i literally was just fucking razzing. i do that all the time#and sure. i was louder. and yeah it was probably slightly more razzing than i normally would. but i DO NOT FUCKING GET how those two things#would cause as MUCH of a reaction as they did!!! like. i . hello???#the rest is in the replies bc i am out of tags but i am not out of feelings
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“i’m all alone, but i’m as happy as can be!”
#aka top 10 things i wish i could drill into my coworkers brains grrrrrrrrrrrrrrnrhrhbgbgbfbfbfnf#‘you should get a bf’ ‘when are you gonna get married and have kids?’ how about n e v e r#i just want to sleep when i’m not on the clock mans i don’t want to waste my precious sleep time on others#i mean. i don’t even leave the house on my days off. not to go shopping or anything bc sleep is more important~~~#and stuff can be bought online anyways s o o o o o#g o d speaking of online purchases thoughhh this massage seat i bought online came in yesterday and it works amazingly well~~~~~#used it for half an hour last night and i was relaxed enough to sleep for 11-12 hours straight#wish i had space for an actual massage chair though but this will have to do…#it’s been my dream to own a massage chair for the longest time…… but ig this massage seat is good enough……#i can just slap it onto my desk chair and b a m ✨instant paradise✨#speaking of instant though… one of my coworkers was commenting on my love for instant noodles the other day#‘you’ll ✨d i e✨ faster if you eat a lot of cup noodles yk?’ he said#so ✨o f c✨ my mouth chose to work faster than my brain when i replied with ‘i’m fine with that bc i won’t have to work then’#he and another coworker laughed :( sadded#b u t i finally had my cup noodles that i ‘customised’ at the cup noodle museum today and it was good~~~~~~~ i have good taste (self praise)#the best part was the lack of spring onions!!!! bc screw spring onions really who decided that they should be included with most cup noodles#or just noodles in general? the texture sucks and they don’t even taste good man. why would you even add spring onions?#it’s number 2 in my list of most hated food toppings. it loses only to ikan bilis bc s c r e w ikan bilis or dried anchovies or whatever#they’re known as >:( i hateeeeee how takeout places will just assume that you want ikan bilis and lop on a huuuuugeeeee serving of them#atop your food as you desperately and futilely b e g them to stop#and when you try to pick them out they just!!!! keep turning up everywhere instead?????#like hello???? how did you manage to get to the bottom of the bowl???? you were only added as a topping!!!!!!!#also. their eyes are really creepy. and the heads get detached from the bodies all the time and just. seeing the eyes ruins my appetite.#wait this was supposed to be about my coworkers and their pushiness in a matter that doesn’t concern them how did we get so far off-topic—#chizuutan chizpost
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jorvikzelda · 5 months
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I finished the stripe B)
#well. like.#I actually did like half an hour ago and now I’ve spent the past half hour winding the next yarn colour into a ball#you see the blanket has a previous incarnation which was shit and bad#and I decided not to put myself through the hell of unwinding it All At Once so now instead im doing it colour by colour#so before i move on from one stripe to the next I have to first wind the next stripe into a ball#and the old blanket is so badly made that it takes a really long time because the yarn is like. all tangled up in itself#ALSO I FUCKED UP MY FINGER SO BAD MAN#I won’t go into detail because thinking about it has my anxiety acting up and I know I’m not the only person with Issues on here#*into detail about The Causing Of The Injury. i am in fact going into detail about the following idiocy and annoyingness that it entails#but cw/tw for like. I’m talking about a minor injury in the form of a small cut/scratch#but basically i fucked around and found out a bit too hard earlier today and now i have like a. shallow cut. scratch. whatever running along#my left middle finger. (also because this is tumblr I will add please note it was not on purpose I was genuinely just being stupid as hell.)#it is relevant that it is specifically my left middle finger. why you may ask? well. i am right handed. so i hold my crochet hook in my#right hand. and as a consequence my yarn in my left. and my yarn runs between. you guessed it. my middle and index fingers. meaning it runs#right above my middle finger knuckle. which. you guessed it. is where my little scratch cut is. and I was AGAIN an idiot so I was not#wearing a bandage. (thought it was fine because it had already kinda scabbed over.) and then i get off my what. 2? 3? hours of crochet and#go to brush my teeth and im like oh wow why is that all irritated. and then im like. OHHHH FUCK I HAD SCRATCHY WOOL YARN RUNNING OVER IT.#so yeah I am adding unscented soap And saline to my shopping list for tomorrow !#and praying to every god on earth and beyond it doesnt get infected#(it probably wont like. ive had cat scratches that were realistically probably worse than this. plus I’m taking vitamin gummies that are#specifically immune system boosting since like a week back because I got tired of getting a bunch of colds so hopefully they will also help#my nice little white blood cells fight off any bacteria here :) )
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salsflore · 1 year
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i think i should kill all my f/os with my own two hands btw
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icterid-rubus · 9 months
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My family went to florida and I’ve been dog and house sitting and hosting my brother for two weeks and taking my cat to the vet and finally my brother is gone and the cat is okay* and I have 24 hours until my doctor appointment and 48 until the family is back and I’m chugging beers sitting back trying to fit two weeks of relaxation into one evening and it’s not working but I’m tipsy and throwing my head back and wanting to make bad choices yeeeaaaaaah boooooooiiiii!!!!
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thefanciestborrower · 2 years
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Vore crush reveal 👀👀👀?
Gosh you’re really gonna make me do it huh. You know what, fine here you go. This isn’t the entire list because I’m trying to preserve SOME dignity, or at least, what little I have left as a vore blog... This is all going below the cut and you guys are NOT allowed to make fun of me ghdkdhdhsh. God I’m going to regret this...
Data Spock
Neelix
Tom Paris
Leonard McCoy
Wayne Szalinski
Han Solo 
Leia Organa 
Jack Kelly 
Crutchie Morris 
Davey Jacobs 
Denton
Bilbo Baggins
Frodo Baggins
Peregrine Took
Aragon 
Boromir 
Elwin Ransom
Newt Scamander
Twigleg
Seymour Krelborn
Daniel Larusso
Johnny Lawerence 
Steve Rodgers
Bruce Banner 
Peter Parker
Clint Barton
9th Doctor
10th Doctor
Link
Zelda
Dr. Jekyll 
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