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arieswritez · 7 months

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vincible

vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)

alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :

cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D

"why's it looking at me like that?"

the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.

your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.

your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.

however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"

you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.

finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.

you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.

"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.

the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.

you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.

"they cuddle you while im not here?"

mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"

"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.

"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"

mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.

he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.

he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.

this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.

your plushie's fought dirty and won.

"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."

"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."

he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"

you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."

mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."

you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.

#cheesing while i wrote this #god i wrote fluff what is wrong w me #mark grayson #made me SOFT </3 #invincible x reader #invincible #mark grayson x reader #do u know how hard it was #to find a pic of him smiling :(#give him a break already </3 #dont get used to the fluff tho #im writing smething rlly fucked up about him teehee

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neverchecking · 11 months

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Hi I am 🪷 Aron from couldninetonine

And I have a request for you if it ok.

Can I request yandere platonic sage , sky, time, warrior, four x child zoni reader.

Like the reader is rauru and queen Soni little baby half breed daughter. Half elf and half zoni. And they found her in her little bubble pod that a flower a lotus. And how they fell for her big doe eyes and big ears. And teaching her the ways and have her call them papa's and how they keep her safe. Please and thank you

omg hi! I love cloudninetonine! It is totally okay to request!

I haven't done a lot of platonic yandere, but this seems fun!

Imagine them calling the boys their papa bc her real dad is dead lmao-

・❥・@lovanmari and @wayfayrr I got some DILF Sage for yall

・❥・Sage as a dad. First off-- who in their right mind is trusting him with a kid?

・❥・Nah, I kid, I kid. When he's given a child, one so small and innocent and one that he connects with? It burns something within him.

・❥・He was a child soldier (I think canonically BOTW Link was in the army by age twelve?), and when he sees this small child who's relying on him? He swears they'd have a better life than he ever had.

・❥・He absolutely refuses to let his child anywhere near anything sharp, too hot, too cold, explosive, etc.. If there's any chance at injury, his flower bud isn't going anywhere near it.

・❥・You know that his kid is eating like royalty. Every single day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. And dessert. And you know that dessert is the best damned thing in the world.

・❥・Sage as a dad is probably just as unhinged, but in more protective way? Lynel look in their direction? Here kid, look at this butterfly, Papa will be right back- He's back within three minutes tops and look! He's got the fur for a new blanket for you!

・❥・Cece tries pinching your cheeks? He's glaring down at her, daring her to try.

・❥・Someone tries offering you a treat because your just so adorable? He knows his kid is cute, nice try. Nothing is getting past him. He's a bit of a helicopter parent.

・❥・Not a bit. It's a lot.

・❥・He loves playing with your big ears, ones that you'll grow into, flopping them about even as you get red-cheeked and angry at him.

・❥・He'll make it up to you eventually :)

・❥・He also spoils you absolutely rotten. He has his rules, yes, and expects you to follow them, but his rewards are things like trips to the Zora Domain or a sand seal ride in Gerudo. Never Eldin. Are you kidding that's an active volcano site?!?!

・❥・The sages are one-thousand percent your personal body guards. You don't go anywhere without your dad and at least one sage.

・❥・Sky is absolutely smitten from the start.

・❥・You look at this man and tell me he's not dad shaped. You can't.

・❥・He doesn't even care to learn what a Zonai is. All he knows is there are none here and your all alone and your his now. He doesn't make the rules

・❥・He is also another protective dad, but he's a little more willing to let you experience the world around you. You wanna see those flowers over there? He's following! You wanna go for a dip in the river? Great idea, he's helping you! You can go explore, but never alone.

・❥・He absolutely introduces you to Crimson right away. Crimson is the perfect co-parent guardian. Crimson is always pulling you into her side, ruffling her feathers and grooming you.

・❥・Like you become Sky's kid and Crimson's chick. They are two halves of a whole soul so it makes sense.

・❥・HFHFDOFDHN imagine sleeping on Crimson's back while Sky leads the two of you through a forest or sum ;^;

・❥・Or soaring through the sky with you pointing at every cloud you pass and Sky harnessing you to his chest while Crimson flies much slower than normal.

・❥・Sky can cook basic things, but he definitely spends more time with village moms and elders learning more.

・❥・He for sure carves toys for you out of wood. Like trains or maybe a doll of Crimson.

・❥・You get the fluffiest blankets stuffed with Loftwing feathers

・❥・Groose is such a good uncle-sidebar. Even if Sky isn't...jazzed about letting you out of his sight, he will trust Groose. For an hour.

・❥・Which he is within earshot of for fifty seven minutes.

・❥・He's kind of torn between letting you be with Zelda-- who adores you-- and not. she's the reincarnate of Hylia. What if you get dragging into the wretched reincarnation curse as well?

・❥・He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy let alone his fletchling.

・❥・Fi for sure has a beacon on you at all times.

・❥・He's more...withdrawn when it comes to first meeting you

・❥・Afterall he's in a war.

・❥・but...so are you. And you are so much younger than he is.

・❥・and what self-respecting parent would let their child wander so far? None that deserve their child.

・❥・So you become his. He doesn't do take backsies.

・❥・When you stutter out that your old, irrelevant, unworthy father was a Zonai, he does take that with some caution.

・❥・But no one even knows what a Zonai is. Ravio has a general idea-- a race blessed by the gods-- but thats as far as he gets.

・❥・That's okay. You were his now and he didn't care what you were. You were perfect just the way you are <3

・❥・Wars as a dad is probably pretty strict. But he lets you out of his sight more than the previous two.

・❥・You get schooled and have friends, but are expected home right away.

・❥・He doesn't like your friends. Not a chance. But because he's such a public figure he needs to give you a semi normal life.

・❥・Which means those dumb friends and parent interventions and schooling and hours away when you could be spending time with him!?

・❥・He probably sneaks you out of school often to go for treats at a bakery or a swim in a river. What are they gonna do, tell the Hero no?!

・❥・Artemis loves you. He trusts her with you while he's dragged away for things he cannot control. She has the power of Sheik on her side and proved her worth to him in battle.

・❥・You definitely have a fairy on you at all times which reports back to him.

・❥・Fours is so fun for one reason and one reason alone.

・❥・the minish.

・❥・They probably are the ones to alert him about your presence, giving their small knowledge of the Zonai race.

・❥・They chirp and chitter at him until he brings you back to the home he shares with his grandpa (Uncle? It's one of the two). The older male was out at the moment leaving Four to figure out what he's going to do with you.

・❥・Obviously he keeps you. No one else can handle such a task! You're so delicate and so rare and the minish already love you.

・❥・So your his. no ifs ands or buts.

・❥・The forge? Off Limits.

・❥・It's too hot with too many sharp pointy things and open flames and its dirty.

・❥・Not for his kid.

・❥・When it comes to cooking, he can do it, but like sky, he's not overly good.

・❥・but! You guys can learn together. Under his strict supervision. Where you sit at the counter. Away from the fires and knives. It's a bonding experience.

・❥・Back to the minish, they love you. They love playing with you and calling your attention away while your dad deals with someone whose watching you a little too closely.

・❥・They leave small trinkets for you all the time! Which four keeps in a box. Because you could choke.

・❥・He's also another one to make your toys! Little metal horses and wooden doll houses.

・❥・If he needs to run out for a few errands or something, he's not leaving you with anyone. Oh no not his kid. No, he's splitting. Two stay with you, three depending on the errand, while the other runs out.

・❥・You aren't allowed the Four sword. Ever.

・❥・He would never wish that upon you. Even if you love the colors and it helps you differentiate between green and red and blue and Violet.

・❥・Thats probably how you learn some of your colors in fact.

・❥・Even as you grow up, you cannot get away with anything. The minish are snitches and it would do you good to learn that. And fast.

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urfavnegronerd · 10 months

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I loved your hcs for 1610 miles cuddles! If it doesn't trouble you could you possibly write some cuddle hcs for e42? (I'm curious of what you mean by him being a bodega cat lol)

miles g is literally the human personification of a fucking ancient bodega cat

very tired

like always

loves attention

very cuddly when he wants to be

was def one of those super affectionate and soft babies/toddlers

like would fully stop on the sidewalk in the middle of walking, squat, and touch the grass on those lil sidewalk trees

always tried to pick flowers too

anyway back to the req

he's very much a giver but when he gets comfortable w u he's def more needy

when he knocks on ur window late at night after prowler stuff especially

like u patch/clean him up

and after ur done w cleaning him up he just flops on ur bed

like complete deadweight

and whines/reaches out for you

you have to coax him into comfier clothes

after many kisses he complies and changes

after he changes he flops once again

mans basically goes boneless laying on ur chest (side note prolly a thighs and boobs kinda guy)

anyway

lays his head on ur chest and you just hug him and give him kisses all over his face

whiny and grumbly and half asleep he guides ur hands to the nape of his neck and asks u to scratch there and his spine w ur nails

however when it's js a regular schmegular day and y'all cuddle

he absolutely adores being both the big and little spoon

tries to act all tough but he js wants a nap w/ u in his clothes

again very grumbly and begging

ur presence makes him so comfortable

unlike 1610 miles i think he prefers to cuddle w him shirtless and u in one of his shirts

def likes to cradle u in his chest

yk those weighted stuffed animals from target? like the dino's and cheetahs and stuff

treats u like that when he's not tired from prowler stuff

like ur deadweight flush against him and he does that thumb strokey thingy on ur hips

also gives lower back massages

kinda panicky that ur relationship is all one big good dream so he likes to hold on to you just in case

has to be holding u in one way or another

nigga be hanging on to your pinky when ur out n has the body language of a very small child

unless ur nervous/anxious/tired/ any emotion that isn't complete tranquility in any way shape or form

then he's very big strong man testosterone and has his hand in ur back pocket/looped around ur waist and glaring at people who stare at you for too long

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im-a-marion3tt3 · 3 months

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A Little Lonely

A big fight and a lonely Phantom

tw for: disordered eating mentioned, fighting

Phantom had just woken up, heading to the kitchen still in his pajamas. He had woken up hungry and was still working on getting over his awkward relationship with food. Mountain had told him to start listening to his body, though, meaning that if he felt hungry then he should eat something, even if it was just a little bit. That way, he wouldn't have to eat a large meal he was going to feel bad about later. It was small, but it was a start. As he walked into the kitchen, brushing out his bedhead with a hand, he was greeted with shouting. Dew and Swiss going toe to toe with each other. mountain and Rain were quite literally holding the two back from each other, occasionally shouting over the two to try and be heard. Cumulus made some snide remark from her spot which only turned Dew's venom towards her, pulling her into the fight. Phantom slowly stepped into the kitchen, shutting the door as softly as possible behind him. He was honestly scared, having never seen the two, now three of them so upset towards each other. he just wanted breakfast too, but now his appetite was long gone, stomach twisting in knots. "The fuck you staring at?" Dew snapped at him, causing all eyes to turn to him. He looked like a deer in headlights. Phantom hadn't realized he had been staring, too caught up in the commotion that was taking up the kitchen. His words got caught in his throat as he started back at them. His breathing visibly picked up as he softly whispered, "S-sorry," before fleeing the room as fast as he could, not even bothering to close the door. Tears pricked at his eyes, whipping them away as he ran away. Phantom was silent as he made his way back to his room, locking the door behind him before sliding down against it, holding his head in his hand. He didn't know what he had done wrong, he just wanted breakfast. Tears kept coming as he eventually laid down on the floor, feeling too heavy to move at this point. Phantom could only stare at his ceiling, making shapes out of the texture. An hour went by before he finally picked himself up off the floor and was able to flop into his bed. He grabbed a stuffed animal and pulled it to his chest tightly, the small black bat carefully tucked between his arms. "It's okay... it's all okay," he whispered softly to the bat, hearing the screaming match still going on, it echoing through the halls. That's when he heard a soft knock at the door and it jiggled as someone tried to open it. Phantom tensed as he watched the door in fear of being roped into the argument from earlier, not wanting to fight. He then heard keys jingle into the lock before a soft click, opening the door up the rest of the way. It was Copia in the door, making his heart ache slightly with relief. Copia rarely ever got mad at him, and even when he did, yelling was never involved. However, Phantom could bring himself to sit up, still feeling defeated. "Vespertilio, what is the matter?" Copia asked softly, his voice thick with his accent. It was a comforting familiarity for Phantom, one that eased his heart. The father came in and sat at the foot of his bed, gently resting a hand on Phatom's leg and rubbing it in a comforting manner. Phantom just shrugged in response, unsure of what to say. it was hard to put his thoughts into words at the moment, especially because he felt like he was overreacting. Eventually, he was able to mutter out a soft, "It's fine."

"But it isn't, so do not lie to me," Copia reprimanded which just made the ghoul shrink up in his bed more, feeling even worse. Phantom hadn't been involved in a lot of fights so he wasn't good at reacting to them. Really, he had no spin or ability to stand up for himself. So, he just shrugged again which got a soft sigh from Copia. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was expecting from Phantom. "They fight like cats and dogs, it is scary and I recognize that, Vespertilio. You do not need to act so bravely around me. You are still but a kit," Copia assured him before taking a long pause and then saying softer, "Does it remind you of the pit?" Phantom's ears twitched in response to that, indicating that he was on the right track but the ghoul just shrugged in response, still not knowing what to say. Now that it was verbalized though, Phantom saw the truth in that. Starving should barking and growling at each other, trying to scare the other off to the remains of a decayed carcass. It was an unpleasant memory, having been too young and weak to stand up for himself. It was clear as to why he has eating issues, his past with it being rarely available. "Why don't we head down to the kitchen and I will make the both of us some pancakes?" Copia suggested, his voice laced with excitement, clearly trying to get Phantom on the same page, "They are done fighting, I promise." " 's not breakfast," Phantom muttered, his voice sounding forced. "Vespertilio, who says it is only a breakfast food? Come, let us make some!" Copia said, standing up and pulling away the blankets from Phantom. His heart melted at the sight, noticing how tightly curled around a stuffed animal Phantom was. "He can come with, do not fret," he continued, offering his hand to help the ghoul out of his bed. Slowly, Phantom took it and stood up, looking down at his feet nervously as he clutched the bat close to his chest. He felt silly and childish but the bat was his and his alone. He could protect it and no one would be able to take it from him, it was the one thing he was willing to fight over. Copia led the two of them to the kitchen once more, the only one there was Aurora as he sat at the kitchen table, cutting up fruit from Mountain's greenhouse. She spared the two of them a glance before returning back to her work. "Phant, where have you been? It's been hours!" She said in slight surprise which just got her a shrug that she did not see. Copia decided to answer for him. "They were fighting a little too viciously for Phantom's taste, all of ours really," he muttered as he started to gather things to make the pancakes. Phantom nodded at this as he took a seat on the island, holding his bat in his arms tightly. "It's been a while since they've done that. Honestly, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner," Aurora muttered as she set down the knife and started to eat her plate of fruits. "Want some?" She offers the two, Phantom quickly shaking his head no. He still felt uncomfortable eating what he thought was other people's food, resource guarding was still prevalent in him. "We are making pancakes, Aurora," Coppia informed, focusing on mixing up the batch and adding in the ingredients.

"Save me some?" She asked in return which earned a nod from Copia.

Copia finished making the pancakes, mainly in since. Phantom really was still struggling with wanting to speak, leaving a lot of shrugging to cover any questions thrown his way. He was glad it was just Copia and Rory though, as they were probably the two he felt the most comfortable around besides for Mountain. Once they were finished, Copia took the luxury of plating them, making a smile out of fruits and whipped cream. It was a total of three plates, one for everyone in the room. "Join us at the table," Copia told Phantom, sitting him at the head of the table so he wasn't directly next to Aurora. he had heard of some of his eating problems and didn't want to accidentally put unnecessary pressure on him. Phantom sat down where the last plate was, putting his bat in his lap and he pulled his legs up to sit crisis cross in the chair. Grabbing the fork, he poked around at the food in front of him. Before eating, he quickly signed thank you, something he had picked up from watching television with the other. It earned a smile and nod from Copia. After dinner, things got a little better, Copia dropped Phantom off in the common room, leaving him in Mountain's care as he had some things to take care of. He curled into the larger ghoul's side, still clearly apprehensive of both Swiss and Dew. Dew seemed oblivious to that though as he stretched out across the couch Moutanin and Phantom were one, his head laying against the younger ghoul's leg. Mountain gave Dew a warning look, silently telling him to watch himself, to which the look was completely ignored.

"We missed you, where have you been?" Dew huffed, poking into Phantom's leg. He just shrugged yet again, still not finding the words to say, especially to Dew who had yelled at him early for just looking at him.

"Drop it, Dew," Mountain scolded, picking up on Phantom's unsorted emotions. He was just happy the ghoul had finally rejoined them, even if Copia had intervened. What had happened during the hours he was gone could be discussed later and maybe, an apology could be milked out of dew. For now though, Mountain wasn't going to push it, simply enjoying Phantom's company.

Hopefully, this is a little more cohesive than the last piece. Lmk if I need to add any triggers or content warnings. Feel free to send me asks too!

#ghost the band #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #ghost angst #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #the band ghost angst #tw ed #papa copia #cardinal copia

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loosesodamarble · 5 months

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Can I get 18,20 and 21 for Dusk and Dawn please? 🥺

The twiiiiins! Thank you for asking, Laura! I can definitely answer those questions for you! Thank you for the wait!

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Dawn Faust

18) What does a lazy morning consist of?

What's lazy to Dawn isn't exactly lazy to others. For Dawn, a lazy morning consists of rising with the sun and going for a slow walk outside, whereas on normal days she'd be jogging in the morning. When she's back inside, she makes herself some tea and drinks it while slowly setting aside the articles of clothing she wants to wear that day.

She'll get her face washed, teeth brushed, and clothes changed. Then she'll spend a good while brushing her hair. She could have every knot out of her hair but she'll keep going because she likes the feeling of it. Eventually, she'd decide it's time to get a move on and thus tie up her hair and put some hair ribbons in.

20) Do they hog the blankets?

Yes and no.

When Dawn is awake and aware, she is a blanket hogger. She likes to grab blankets and layer them on herself even when she's seated right in front of a roaring fireplace. It's got less to do with actually being cold and just liking the feeling of being wrapped up.

When asleep though, Dawn is a rowdy one. She squirms and kicks her blankets off of herself, wholly unintentionally.

21) Does your OC have a favourite pillow? A favourite duvet set? A favourite cuddling toy? Blanket?

Oh absolutely! Dawn's got an adorable plush designed to look like Gimodelo. She's actually had several versions of the Gimo plush because she keeps on loving them to rags. However, she still has the ribbon that the very first plush wore around its neck and it's passed along to each new plush.

Plush Gimo will never replace the real Gimodelo though. Because he's actually very warm and can hug her back!

.....

Dusk Faust

18) What does a lazy morning consist of?

On lazy days, Dusk goes through the motions of waking up and getting ready for the day, all the way from brushing his teeth to getting dressed. And then he'll grab a book off his shelf and read while lying in bed.

He's in and out of sleep for at least another hour or so before someone in his family (or his squad) comes to really wake him up.

20) Do they hog the blankets?

No, not really. He likes to make sure that he's got all of himself under a blanket but he doesn't tug more of the blanket towards himself, unintentionally or not. Something he does do with blankets is clutch them. Instead of just having his arms flop anywhere around his body while he sleeps, Dusk keeps his grip firmly on the edge of his blanket so it stays covering him up to his chin. Of course he eventually lets go as he falls asleep. It's a little quirk that his loved ones know about.

21) Does your OC have a favourite pillow? A favourite duvet set? A favourite cuddling toy? Blanket?

Dusk does have a favorite blanket. It was a gift from his parents after he joined the Magic Knights. It's a down blanket. The base color is mahogany with black stitching and leaf patterns embroidered in the corners. It was actually a joint effort between Nacht and Josele (though Nacht admits he only cut the fabric and stuffed in the feathers while Josele did all the sewing).

He's actually more embarrassed by the blanket than the Plumede plush he keeps around.

#questions from the ask box #black clover #black clover oc #dawn faust #dusk faust #next gen ocs #soda's ocs #laura the writing senpai

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detective-prince-pkmn · 6 months

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Pelipper mail: A nightmare. Your mind is torn to shreds (and you did it yourself, called on Loki to cut you open to use the jagged bits inside to hurt him) and you have lost. Your final enemy is the puppet you used to be, and you have lost. You passed on your battle against Shido to the phantom thieves, and you finally stepped out of line and made your own decision, and you are lost.

You stare at the starry sky, wondering if you'll end up in the same place as your mother. And that's when a hand picks you up, and you lie limp. Boneless. Broken.

"Some child has been careless with you," says a man you faintly recognize from amongst the Shujin staff. Takuto Maruki looms over you, with needle and thread, and places you on his desk amongst the spare papers and snack wrappers. Your fabric hair flops. Your stuffing is spilling out. But with a seam ripper, scissors, and thread spun from his own blood, he puts you back together, smiling. Your own smile is embroidered on.

"I know a place you'll be safe," he says, unwinding a length of red ribbon from his bleeding heart. Any protests you could have made in your soft, frail body are silenced as he wraps you up. It's the thing he calls love, the thing he calls goodwill, and it's suffocating.

"I found this," he says to Akira, and presents you. Stitched together, tied up with a little red bow. "Take better care of him, will you? Don't let him out of your sight."

"I won't," Akira promises, and holds you close. You beg him to cut the red string, let you unwind and die properly. His chest shakes with sobs, and he just holds you tighter.

STOP IR STOP IY STOP IT im not tour toy rhis idnt helpunf ME i sonr WSNT rhid yourw beunf so dsmn SELDISH thos isbt for yoy ro dexide i dobt want rhis pleade ler me hsve a choixe for ONCE

("STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT I'm not your toy this isn't helping ME I don't want this you're being so damn selfish this isn't for you to decide I don't want this please let me have a choice for ONCE")

#(i'm back now time for new horrors .)#(ask to tag)#pelipper mail #pkmn irl #persona 5 spoilers #persona 5 royal spoilers

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planetyumi · 2 years

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @princeasimdiya12

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, exhibitionism, gagging, use of toys (vibrator), edging, possible ooc

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: gojo, itadori, nobara, ijichi, nanami

𝐰𝐜: 600+

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: gojo is a freaky man and wanted to try something new.

𝐚/𝐧: hope this is up to your expectations! feedback is greatly appreciated!

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“You okay, sir?” the cashier asked Gojo who was wearing a trenchcoat, flip flops, and a face mask in the 35°C heat. He was sweating and blushing profusely, looking like he’d pass out anytime soon. “Mmmph,” he nodded and took the paperbag from the cashier’s hands.

Unknown to the people around him, he was fully naked underneath the trenchcoat with a vibrator up his asshole and his underwear stuffed in his mouth. He was in a new city so he figured why not try something new, too?

The vibrator was slowly eating away at his sanity, pleasure coursing through his body. His knees felt weak at the sensation it gave him, failing to walk normally.

“Sensei!” he heard a voice from behind him. Itadori and Nobara showed up in front of him. He did not need to see them right now. “Why are you wearing that, Sensei? Aren't you hot in that?” Itadori raised a brow at him. “Mmmhpph Hmphpp,” he attempted to reply. “You got something in your throat, Sensei?” Nobara asked. He shook his head which made his students more suspicious. “Uhm…See you back in the hotel…I guess?” Itadori said as Gojo hurriedly waved and walked away.

He was trying to walk faster, he couldn't take it anymore. It was driving him insane at how good the vibrator was at its job, making his own mission hard. He was not to cum before he got back from picking up souvenirs but he was struggling with the way the vibrator was repeatedly hitting his g-spot.

“Mr. Gojo!” another voice called to him. He really didn't need another person to interrupt his mission. “Can I talk to you?” Ijichi was confused at the flustered state Gojo was in. “Are you okay, sir?” Ijichi placed a hand on the white-haired male’s shoulder. No, he’s not okay, he needed to get back to the hotel right now so he can finally reach his high. A moan escaped his lips, coming out as a grunt because of his gag. “Seems like now isn't a good time for you, sir. I’ll talk to you later, Mr. Gojo,” Ijichi said as he walked away slowly, looking back at Gojo a couple of times before focusing on his way.

He was finally at the lobby of the hotel, so close to finally giving in to the knot in his stomach. “Gojo,” he hears yet another voice call to him. He swears he’s gonna go crazy, why did so many people approach him today of all days? “We’re going to be leaving soon so pack your things- Are you alright?” Nanami cut himself off to check on his fellow sorcerer. Gojo was panting heavily through his gag, on the verge of cumming. “Mmhmph Pmhmph,” his moans got muffled, trying his best to reply to Nanami. He tried to observe Gojo for a minute before saying, “Just get ready, Gojo.” He brushed it off as the latter’s usual weird behavior.

Gojo was getting impatient at how long it took for the elevator to take him to his level. As soon as he got off it, he practically sprinted to his room, swiping the key card at the door. He dropped the paperbag on the floor, his knees started to fail him as he took off the trenchcoat. Plopping on the bed, he hissed at the cold air hitting his sensitive tip, precum leaking off it. He stroked his dick, throwing his head back at the sensation. “S-shit,” he moaned, the gag finally off his mouth. The vibrator was hitting all the right spots and soon he found release, his back arching off the bed.

#jjk smut #gojo imagine #gojo smut #jjk gojo #jjk imagines #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojou imagine #gojou smut #gojou satoru #gojou satoru smut #gojo satoru imagines #gojou satoru imagines

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marshmellowtea · 1 year

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anyway i keep complaining about the killing eve inspired who's lila au living in my head rent free so i might as well. fuckin. make a post about it lmao

putting this under a cut because holy fuck this got long (and this isn't even everything, if you can fucking believe it) (also warning for some mentions of ableism, if there's anything else i need to warn for lmk)

honestly i never watched all of killing eve nor do i really remember most of the plot so i'm calling it "inspired by" rather than a fusion au or something because it's just become more and more its own thing. really this whole thing kicked off because my brain went "hrhrhghg. lila (and will by extension) wearing pretty outfits and killing people while tanya tries to figure out who the fuck she is. mommy issues. sapphic girls. send tweet" and that's the basis this thing was founded on lol. (i was correct for this btw, in case you were wondering /lh)

will and lila do share a body in this au but i'm kinda flip flopping between whether or not they're a system or if i wanna take this further away from the source material and add supernatural elements to this where lila is a tulpa/spirit/whatever tf she is that latched onto will like in their original canon. i'm kinda leaning toward the latter because i don't want this to fall into stereotypes about people with DID being scary or evil (like. lila isn't evil in this au but she does enjoy killing people which can frankly pose a Problem even if i do try to be delicate/more nuanced about it) but i feel like stereotypes can happen either way so i'm. trying to figure out what to do here ahgkldjglk. this is another reason this au was originally going to stay solely in my head but honestly i developed too much to keep it bottled up so HGDKSJFKL

either way they share a body but lila does all of the killing because will is squeamish and frankly far too sweet to be a murderer lmao. they have a way better relationship here than the one they have in canon, they're more like friends or siblings and lila goes out of her way to protect will......even if she can be a bit careless with their body sometimes. when she does get injured on assignments though she tends to get him a treat (things like clothes, food, stuffed animals, toys, books, games, etc agere stuff too because that slipped in here OOPS) to try and make up for it, though honestly, sometimes she gets him things just because. their apartment is littered with things lila bought (or stole....) for him at this point cuz it's the way she shows her love for him basically. what else is she gonna do, express it verbally? fuck that lmao

i was kinda agonizing about this choice but yu is their handler/the one who gives them their missions, and also their surrogate father figure because of course he is lmao. i was kinda worrying about this being ooc for him but then i realized like....he was part of the group that killed the rest of the lawrence fraternity, which regardless of intention is still murder ahglkdjsf. i feel like a lot of people gloss over how morally dubious that was, even if it was almost definitely his best option given the circumstances, so i'm just taking that same logic and bringing it here--lila was trained to kill by and for the lawrence fraternity in this au, and once they're gone (either by dying, arrest, or something else, maybe she just runs from them idk that could be interesting) she just continues killing because it's all she knows. since she refuses proper rehabilitation, yu here is like "look, if you want to kill, we can find some people we need you to kill as a last resort, and we'll even pay you well for it. please stop killing random people you choose to pick fights with" ahdlkjlkJFD. also, having her technically employed by him helps keep her and will close so that he can make sure they're safe because he worries about these orphaned teenagers okay :'))

tanya's role here is kinda nebulous here, originally she was going to be an agent tracking lila down like eve was but i didn't wanna bother messing with these character's ages (i ALREADY have an au where they're aged up to their mid twenties for the sake of plot so give me a break lmao) so now she's more like.....technically a witness who decides to get invested in the case despite being like 17/18 and having no expertise lmao. like in the og killing eve i was thinking maybe she meets lila in the bathroom before she kills someone and thus becomes obsessed with her when she realizes she's probably the killer? i have to work on her more idk i just want these two to be weirdly obsessed with each other and for tanya to frantically hunt her down with her limited resources before they eventually meet and KISS about it

tbh as an additional motive for tanya i have been toying with the idea of martha being the one lila kills since that's her friend and it would fit with that one who's lila scene BUT two problems: 1) i would have to come up with a reason for lila to have to kill martha and i can't. really think of a good one especially if yu is the one giving her orders, and 2) i would just feel really bad about doing that to her. hgdalksjflksadf. she might be spared solely on my guilt alone honestly, we'll see what happens.

anyway that's the basics of the au i just wanted to get this fucking word vomit out there. i may or may not post more about this later (or, god forbid, i might write an actual fic, could you fucking imagine lmao) but yeah. if you read all of this bless your soul i love you

#who's lila #who's lila?#william clarke #lila #tanya kennedy #detective yu #marshy speaks #should i make a tag for this au or is that cringe #eh. idk #if i post about it more i might go back and do that lmao #god this is going to be a nightmare to read on mobile GKLJDFKLSDJF

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fuwushiguro · 3 years

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Sorry if this isn't clear enough.

What about sukuna corrupting a student who is just trying to learn how to fight curses, only to have the king of curses fucks her so dumb that she can only think about the curse touching her. Extra points if she is a bunny or lamb girl

Notes: I've never written Sukuna before so I hope this is okay! Never written a bunny or lamb either, I'll go with bunny since I'm a playboy girl 🥰 also shoutout to @twicesbrat bc I've stolen bunny cunt and bunny slut from ur amazing bunny fic. p.s. I think I strayed a little from your idea so I’m sorry but I hope you enjoy this!!

Warnings: Consensual Sex, Monster Sex, Squirting.

Sukuna x f!Reader

It was embarrassing how aware you were that you were annoying the life out of your classmates and teachers. Your ears were twitching and your tail was swishing with excitement. Yuuji didn't fail to notice the way you kept staring at him. Poor boy, he's going to get the wrong idea.

As soon as you were free from your daily curse exorcising, you pulled Yuuji aside. His eyes lit up when you invited him back to your dorm room. Yep. Definitely the wrong idea.

He thinks your ears are so cute. You're both sitting on your bed together and your big ears are flopping nervously. Is something wrong? He wonders.

"Could you... Um... Show me how you switch to Sukuna?" you ask shyly. His eyes bulge. Why the heck would you wanna see something like that? That's when you have to pull out all the tricks you can muster. Puppy dog eyes, quivering lip, exciteable ears. How could he resist your request when he's melting into a puddle before your very eyes.

"Do you have any idea how annoying it is when he does that? Insolent pest."

He bullies. But when he looks at you, the way your thighs are rubbing together and your nipples are poking through your top. He knows what you're after.

"N'aw, does my little pet want her bunny cunt stuffed by the big bad curse?"

"Uh-huh." you nod pathetically. Tail flickering, arousal excitement and lust flowing through you.

Who was he to refuse?

What you loved about Sukuna was a simple difference you got with him than you had with any of your previous lovers. Which in truth, is a high number.

In Sukuna, you had twenty fingers to please you, and two tongues. It may seem a little vanilla for a curse, but he found the most enjoyment in fucking you missionary. He never knew where to keep his hands.

His monsterously large cock would be slamming into you and you had a whole entire body to explore. His fingers were aggressively rubbing your clit which he'd soon replace with the tongue on his stomach as he leaned over and caged you in.

You could feel him everywhere. Two hands wrapped around your throat as he choked you dangerously. His other two hands pushing your legs up into a mating press so he could better see your wiggling tail. He moves one from your throat so he can tug at it, because he knows how it makes you squeal.

His fingers found their way to your breasts to tweak your nipples and were able to pin your arms above your head while he fucked into you harder. It was all too much, too much for your body to handle. You were soon clamping around him and he was spilling into you as well. Your eyes crossed dramatically as you squirted all over him. How could anything compare to being fucked by a curse?

"How pitiful. Aren't you ashamed? Look what a mess you've made over a curse. Slut. You hear me? Bunny slut."

"Mmmm... thank you Sukuna." you giggled. What else could you say? You were just so grateful.

Now. How to explain this to poor, sweet Yuuji?

#Ryomen Sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jjk drabble #sukuna ryomen #sukuna smut #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #tw degradation #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #bunny hybrid

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senjutobi · 2 years

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headcanons about my househousband!nanami nanago au, mornings edition:

mornings are gojo's thing. when they first started living together, before they adopted baby yuuji, neither gojo or nanami were morning people. but gojo is quick to recover while nanami needs at least an hour and his morning brew to fully wake up. so gojo wakes up, gazes longingly and gayly at a still slumbering nanami, gives nanami a sweet little smooch on his cheek, forehead, temple, top of his head, whatever is available to him, and then he gets up (tucks nanami back in and sneaks one more kiss in) to make them coffee and breakfast.

even tho nanami doesn't work anymore, he still prefers to wake up early enough to have breakfast with gojo and see him off to work. sometimes yuuji is awake to have breakfast with them, sometimes he's still snoozing away in his crib. more often, as he gets older, he awake to join his fathers for breakfast.

nanami usually wakes up about a half hour after gojo, either from his body's natural alarm clock or the alluring smell of coffee and breakfast.

he wanders into the kitchen, drowsy and still soft from sleep, and wraps his arms around gojo from behind. more so as a place to rest against but it's also a perk that gojo's still in just boxers so nanami has free reign to place little kisses on the taller man's shoulder, nape, and back. gojo thinks it's cute, and turns around to give nanami a proper morning kiss, warm and tender.

they exchange their good mornings in between kisses, until nanami decides he needs his caffeine and pulls away to serve them each a mug while gojo finishes up cooking breakfast.

especially after adopting yuuji, gojo enjoys mornings. for just a little while he has his alone time. not a lot, a half hour at most, but gojo is not the type to need a lot of alone time. he likes it because it's his time to provide for his family in another way besides financially. gojo grew up with money, so he knows how much just providing financially isn't enough to build an actual home, to have a stable and loving relationship with his husband and son. so he takes his time in the mornings to cook them breakfast, and spend quality time with nanami (and more often, as he gets older, yuuji as well)

yuuji isn't one to cry when he wakes up so nanami and gojo periodically check in on him. they have a tablet connected to several baby monitors in yuuji's bedroom that they use as well; gojo's noticed that nanami prefers to go check in on yuuji in-person, he thinks it's adorable.

in true yuuji fashion, while gojo's setting the table and nanami is serving their coffee, they notice on the baby monitor that yuuji has woken up and decided to entertain himself by throwing the stuffed toys usually haphazardly placed around his crib, to outside of his crib. giggling when they flop onto the floor and then going to grab another to repeat the process.

when they go to retrieve the 5-month old, yuuji giggles when gojo lifts him up and blows raspberries into his stomach in lieu of saying good morning. when he's put down and placed properly into gojo's arms he reaches out for nanami, who smiles and gives his forehead a quick peck, "good morning yuuji."

yuuji is a happy little babe, always smiling and laughing. he's a little small for his age but the docotors says he's fine, so nanami and gojo aren't worried about it.

gojo never saw himself as being a father until he and nanami moved in together. nanami was surprisingly good with children, always a favorite to the younger members of his family, and even amongst gojo's younger family members. when out and about gojo noticed how nanami's smile was always exceptionally kind and warm when kids would say hello. he was patient and would listen to their ramblings while they waited in line to buy something or when passing by a park.

after one particular evening spent at nanami's cousins home, who just had twins, and seeing nanami interact with the babies is such an affectionate and gentle manner, it was as if the little thoughts of fatherhood that wandered about the recesses of gojo's mind came to light.

two years later, they finally had yuuji in their home.

it's not uncommon for yuuji to be too energetic and mobile to finish his breakfast before gojo has to start getting ready for work so nanami happily takes over (the yuuji hogger) while gojo gets ready

gojo's last step in his getting-ready-for-work routine, as he's in the genkan, shoes on and almost ready to leave, was to ask nanami to do his tie. nanami knows gojo knows how to tie a tie, but gojo insisted he likes the way nanami does it better. sometimes nanami will chide him, softly, "honestly, you're a grown man now. this is the last time." they both know it isn't.

(gojo knows that nanami secretly likes doing his tie)

when nanami finishes gojo's tie, he always, without fail, pulls the older man down into a kiss. gojo loves this part of his getting ready routine most.

nanami hands gojo his lunch (usually made the day before), and gojo gives nanami one last supple kiss goodbye before swooping down to their son in nanami's arms to kiss yuuji on the cheek goodbye and then he's out he door.

do i plan on making this an actual fic? yes. do i have the motivation to rn? lol no. but please enjoy what i've come up with so far!

not betad, my bad

#nanago #gonana #gojo #nanami #jjk #gays husbands discover being gay dads #househusband nanami au #m #jjk headcanons

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vannybarber · 3 years

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Make Up Your Mind

Summary: You're ready, but Chris is making it seem like he isn't.

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Warnings: angst, SMUT, swearing, implied smut, insults.

Your body finally acknowledged the soreness between your legs when you get up to move to Chris' bathroom. You reach for a wash cloth on the rack and clean yourself up. Chris follows behind you with a shit eating grin on his face, clearly reminiscing the previous events.

Chris and you have been friends for about 2 years after working with him in Knives Out. You guys' childish personalities clicked right away and were literally each other's best friends. Only about 7 months back, you boldly told him that you wanted to fuck him. He was nothing less than down and you guys have been friends with benefits ever since.

Well up until recently. You both started acting like real couple. Going out to nice restaurants, touching in public, spending nights at each other houses and visiting each other's families. You both were enjoying the feeling of being together all the time, even without an official label.

Being around him so much grew out even more feelings. Not friendly feelings. But more intimate and longing feelings. To be with him. As his girl. More than just a friend to talk to. More than a nice body to play with.

There had been too many internet speculations asking why you guys don't just date already. Hell, you were asking the same damn question. But unfortunately, you know why. And you hate it.

"That little freaky number you did in there was something else, Y/N. 'Thou art truest freak' in the words of Shakespeare." He laughs, watching for your reaction. You just look at him smiling and shaking your head. The things that come out this man's mouth. You know damn well Shakespeare never said that shit.

"I told you from the start, boo. I know how to put it down." He eagerly agrees, hanging his wash cloth up and checking his fingers.

You observe him through the mirror. His bushy auburn eyebrows furrowed together while he picks at his nails. His sharp narrow nose that you feel against your right cheek everytime you guys make out. His beautiful red lips you've felt in many places on your body, preferably in places your eyes can't see. And his eyes. The ones that hold so much purity and happiness. Those perfect eyes.

This man is everything you want, but he just wasn't ready. That's the catch. That's the thing you absolutely hated. He had major commitment issues and people around you had more of a chance in anything than him ever settling down. It literally caused you physical pain. Because you couldn't change his feelings, no matter how many conversations you guys had or how good you fucked him.

Walking back into the room, you grab your bodycon dress you came over in and put it back on your body. You gather all your other articles of clothes throwing them into your handbag and take it out into his living room. He follows behind you in his grey sweatpants and dark green t-shirt. He always looks so perfect.

You flop on the couch and turn on the T.V.

"You wanna watch The Little Mermaid again, boo?" You turn around looking at him, seeing him raid the cabinets for snacks.

"Do you even have to ask me that?" He yells back when he finds his chips. You chuckle and start the movie.

"NO DON'T START IT YET I'M NOT READYYYY!"

"THEN GET YOUR SLOW ASS OVER HERE!" you yell back at him. His level of immaturity isn't even visible because of how high it is. It's unmatched.

After a few moments, he finds his way on the couch next to you with your double stuffed Oreos and apple juice, passing it to you. He had his veggie sticks cause he's so damn picky.

You both get comfortable and turn your attention to the movie.

After some time, it's the scene were Sebastian is encouraging Eric to kiss Ariel. You wish the real Sebastian would come over and convince Chris to be with you. Maybe he'd listen. Just the thought irritates you.

You huff lowly in annoyance. Chris notices but doesn't say anything. You always got frustrated at this part cause he took FOREVER to finally kiss her. So he brushes it off. Nothing he hadn't seen before.

While the movie was playing, you were getting even more frustrated in that moment. Chris had his arm behind your back and hand resting on your hip, laughing at Flounder. It was like he was playing a game with you that he didn't know he was even apart of. You shifted away from him a little. You hated feeling this way.

Little to your knowledge, Chris was watching you in the corner of his eye. He watched you as your mind raced and move constantly. Your eyes move around a lot when you think hard. He knew something was up.

"Jellybean, what's up?" You turn and look at him, pushing away the feeling the nickname presented you inside. He gave it to you after you bought him a Starburst jellybean gift basket to celebrate the end of you guys' filming.

"What do you mean? I'm fine" you lie right in his face. Like a complete idiot because he can see right through you. You turn back to watch the movie, but he grabs the remote and pauses it.

You roll your eyes, knowing very well he isn't letting this go. Why do you find yourself in these situations? You always end up fishing for trouble and you're not even using bait. It just comes to you. You scratch your head trying to come up with a way to dissolve the situation.

"When are you going to stop trying to lie to me, princess?" Another name he gave you. You prefer it over 'jellybean'. It made your body flutter even more. But at this point, you were tired of faking. Tired of covering up your feelings. Tired of being less than what you wanted to be to him.

Wasting no time, you take a deep breathe and spill.

"You know what Chris? I like you. There. I said it." You slap your hands down on your lap as you spoke.

"And I don't mean as a friend or as a fuck buddy. I've felt this way for a very long time. Even before we started having sex. I thought us doing this would make us closer, possibly forming a relationship."

You glance at him and continue when he doesn't say anything. He just looks at you.

"But it hasn't gone anywhere. I'm tired of faking my feelings towards you. I'm tired of coming over here acting like I just want sex when I want more. Way more."

By the time you finish, your head is down and your fingers are playing with the end of your dress. You cannot bring yourself to look up at him. You couldn't bear the rejection. All you hear are his quiet breaths. You fucked up.

Chris is a real talker. He could talk his ass off for hours into the next day. The fact that he isn't saying anything right now has you absolutely terrified, but ultimately embarrassed. You did this all for nothing.

"Y/N, I- I don't...uh" he stumbles over his words. That's all you needed to hear. You didn't need to bathe in it any longer.

You jump up off the couch, not forgetting to grab the cookies and juice, stick them in your bag and head over to your shoes. Chris is right on your tail calling you, trying to get you to stop.

"Hey princess wait" he calls behind you.

"Chris it's fine. I'm just gonna head home. I'm a little tired." Your soreness was the last of your worries, barely even feeling it anymore. You made an absolute fool of yourself and now you couldn't go back. It was a done deal.

"Come on, baby. I didn't mean to-"

"Chris!" You raise your voice at him. He shuts his mouth right away. Your shoes are on and keys in hand. "Its okay. I just don't feel good. I'll call you later. Tomorrow maybe."

You block out anything else he was saying and step out the door heading to your car. He didn't even try to stop you. He fucked up and it didn't need to get messier than it already was. He watched in guilt as you pull out his driveway and down the street.

You drive in complete silence. Normally, you'd be blasting Partition on the way after getting dicked down, but that was not the case. And it wouldn't be for a while.

Part 2 coming really soon 🤩!

#cevans #andy barber smut #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #steve rogers smut #avengers #chris evans smut #chris evans fluff #captain america

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theerurishipper · 3 years

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Eruri Week day 1: Domestic

Erwin wakes to the shrill ring of the alarm clock stationed next to his bed and can only wonder how the hell he got there. He groans, turning over and stuffing his head back into his soft, fluffy pillow. He feels like he's just run a marathon. He groans again. "Serves you right for getting so wasted, you dumbass." Erwin musters up enough energy to turn his head ever so slightly, and finds his tiny husband standing beside him, brandishing a feather duster in one hand. The other reaches out to grab hold of his warm blanket, and Erwin can't help but squeal as the cold air hits his body as fast as lightning once Levi ousts the blanket off him.

"Levi!"

Levi stares at him unimpressed. "That's my name." His husband can truly be quite cruel sometimes. "Give me back my blanket, dear. Please?" Levi isn't swayed. "Not a chance, old man. I think you've slept long enough. Today we're cleaning, and you promised you'd help. Get the fuck up."

There's a noise and the sound of feet padding across the floor as Levi leaves the room. Erwin makes sure he's gone before pushing himself up slowly and looking around for his blanket, and finds, to his utter dismay, that Levi has taken it with him. He flops back onto the bed with a whimper. Levi returns armed with a cup of coffee and shoves it at him unceremoniously. "Drink up. There's a shitton of work to do." To anyone else this might have seemed rude, even cruel, but only Erwin saw the care and love in the gesture. Levi might be tiny and mean, but he was very sweet at the same time, and Erwin loved that about him. In the time it takes for Erwin to drink his coffee, have a shower, and come back feeling like a human being, Levi has arranged all his cleaning supplies meticulously along the wall. He's tied his signature handkerchiefs around his head and mouth and is currently getting ready to sweep. Erwin doesn't personally see why he has to; the floor seems perfectly fine to him. But he knows too, that Levi has a sort of obsession with keeping things spotless. It's something Erwin finds endearing, but it's times like this that make him want to complain about Levi's eccentric habits. "Why can't you do this some other time?" He slides over to Levi and wraps his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Levi's soft hair. "It's Sunday, and I want to do something nice with you." "Cleaning is nice enough," Levi sniffs, pulling down the cloth covering his mouth. Erwin takes the opportunity to capture it in a kiss. "No darling, for most people, cleaning is a chore. And besides, I hardly think this floor needs cleaning at all. Why, I can see my reflection in it right now!" "Tch. Don't be stupid. There are germs everywhere, and we're going to get sick and die like idiots unless I clean every other day. You were the one who stopped me from cleaning every day, so you don't get to talk." Erwin pouts. "Darling, it's Sunday." "That's not my fucking problem." "Please?" Erwin begins to trail soft kisses along Levi's neck. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise. Let's take it easy today. Spend some time together." Levi tilts his head to the side to give Erwin better access. "I wanted to get this done today." Erwin presses a kiss to his lips, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say. "I'll help you tomorrow, I promise." Erwin rejoices deep in his heart when he sees Levi's eyes soften almost imperceptibly. "Fine. But you promised to help me tomorrow, don't forget it." Erwin finally turns Levi toward himself and lifts him up. Levi's legs lock around his waist and Erwin takes the chance to kiss Levi again. Levi returns the kiss with fervour, and soon they're making out passionately.

Levi breaks their kiss at some point, ignoring Erwin's pout. "What did you want to do anyway?" "I was going to sleep in, but I'm up for anything as long as it's with you, dear." Levi rolls his eyes, but Erwin notices the barest hint of a smile on his face. Levi always looks so cute when he smiles. Before Levi or Erwin can say anything further, they are interrupted by Erwin's stomach which, deprived of sustenance for a considerable amount of time, chooses to voice its dissatisfaction in the form of a growl. Erwin turns a delicate shade of red as Levi snorts, sliding out of Erwin's arms and back onto solid ground. "How romantic, Ervy." Erwin can't help but chuckle. "Nothing but the best for you, my dear." Levi heads off into the kitchen, presumably to make something for Erwin to eat, since the appropriate time for breakfast has long passed. Erwin, for lack of anything better to do, follows Levi, despite having been banned from setting foot into the kitchen owing to his rather innovative imagination which resulted in the destruction of many of Levi's plates and a rather nasty case of food poisoning. Erwin positions himself comfortably by the door as he watches Levi mill about the kitchen, putting together some sandwiches. Erwin loves watching Levi work. There's something so mesmerizing about the way Levi gracefully manoeuvres through the confines of the room, so naturally and with such skill, so at ease in his body. Sometimes, Erwin feels like the world is too small to hold Levi down. He always seems as though he glides through the air while doing anything, always so free and beautiful, even if it is something as simple as making sandwiches. Even his seemingly small and fragile frame hides a well-toned body, compact and powerful. He is perfectly proportioned, all corded muscle and no fat. And to Erwin's personal delight, he comes in a very fun size. Very space efficient, Erwin thinks, imagining Levi in his arms, and smiles. Levi is the most breath-taking person he's ever seen. "What are you staring at, pervert?" Levi demands, as he places a slice of bread onto a plate, corners removed of course. Erwin likes his bread soft. He doesn't stop admiring Levi, instead choosing to grin and step into the kitchen to hold Levi in his arms again. "Oi, you aren't allowed in here, remember?" Levi chastises him, but doesn't make any move to throw Erwin out like he would have done with Hange. Erwin grins. "I just wanted to kiss you again." "Tch." Levi huffs, in seeming disapproval, but doesn't object when Erwin presses a chaste kiss to his forehead. He grabs Erwin's collar and pulls him down for a proper one, and Erwin can’t help but agree with this course of action.

Levi hands Erwin his plate of sandwiches and grabs a mug of tea for himself. They sit themselves down on the couch, and Levi immediately folds his legs into himself, leaning his head on Erwin’s chest, hands wrapped around the mug. It is inconvenient in this position to hold it the way he normally would, but he still refuses to use the handle. Erwin can’t resist smiling fondly as he wraps his arm around Levi, quite used to his husbands’ quirks. He takes a bite of the sandwich, barely holding back a moan when the flavour pervades his mouth. It really does taste excellent and Erwin marvels at his husband’s ability to make a simple sandwich taste like a five-star meal. It is not surprising in the least considering Levi is a chef, but Erwin will never tire of Levi’s food or the way his face turns the perfect shade of red when Erwin compliments him.

Even now, as one of Hange’s beloved romcoms blares on the TV, Erwin can’t help but admire the man tucked under his arm. “You really are amazing, dear. I love you.” Levi turns red as expected, and Erwin soaks in the sight. “Yeah, I don’t hate you either, I guess.” Knowing that that’s as good a confession as he’s going to get right now, Erwin decides to kiss Levi again.

Before he can though, Levi puts his finger on Erwin’s forehead and pushes him away. Erwin watches in confusion as Levi pointedly sets down the mug on the table with a clink. He looks at Erwin expectantly, and Erwin knows what he wants. He also knows that he’s more than ready to comply with the request.

They kiss gently, softly. Erwin admires the softness of Levi’s lips, soft and smooth despite the rough words they help produce. After they part, Levi smiles amusedly at him. “Playing around so soon, are we?”

Erwin laughs. “You know me, that’s all I do.” Levi reaches up to brush a stray strand of golden hair out of Erwin’s eyes. “I hope the games we play are more fun than the ones you play with those shitty brats at your school,” he huffs. Erwin wraps his hands around Levi’s waist and pulls him into his lap. “You know I enjoy playing with the kids, Levi.” He trails kisses down his jaw, mouths at his neck. “But it could never compare to the games I play with you.”

Levi huffs a laugh. “Smooth bastard,” he says fondly, and Erwin understands what he wants. He doesn’t need to be told twice, as he pushes Levi down onto the couch and straddles him, hands slipping under his shirt. Levi throws his arms over Erwin’s shoulders, locking them around his neck. They kiss again, fiercely this time.

Erwin is suddenly overcome by the intensity of his feelings for the man below him, as he usually is many times a day. He loves Levi so much, he truly does. He loves listening to him speak, he loves the feel of his touch, he loves the small sounds exiting Levi’s mouth right now. He simply loves everything about him, from the colour of his hair to the kindness in his heart. Erwin is grateful for many things, but he’s most grateful for Levi.

Sunday’s have never been Erwin’s favourite day of the week, since he quite enjoys working towards his goals, days filled with nothing to do have never appealed to him as much as they should have. But right now, he wishes that the day never ends, so that he can be with his husband forever, never letting go of him even for a moment.

On the TV, the protagonist tearfully confesses her feelings to her crush as they stand in the rain, romantic music blaring through the speakers.

Too captivated by each other, Erwin and Levi pay it no mind.

Also posted on AO3

#Eruri #SNK #Levi Ackerman #Erwin Smith #Fanfiction #Eruriweek2021 #Eruriweek #Eruriweek2021nsfw #Cause better safe than sorry #This is pretty tame though XD

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quadballz · 3 years

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𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓; one

࿔*:･ﾟi.

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BOTH GIRLS sat in the lobby of the hospital, (y/n) still flipping through the pages of the book. "So, are there any clues as to who he is?" asked Yasuho as she rested her chin on the other girl's shoulder. (y/n) shook her head, scanning over the pages like she had been doing ever since they had found the man a day prior. "I want to say that he's a Joestar but I can't confirm anything unless we find a family tree or something," sighed (y/n), closing the book with a huff, "plus, once great-great-grandma passed away, my Kishibe-side put that motto in place so I doubt we have any recent information on the Joestars."

Yasuho pouted solemnly as her grip tightened around the two packages of Sesame Honey Dumplings. (y/n) looked at the other girl from her peripherals, with a soft smile. "I'm sure we'll figure out who he is," (y/n) paused to place a hand on Yasuho's shoulders, only for her to whip her head to look at her with a furrowed brow. "What even are the mottos you're talking about?" Yasuho asked while scouring the other girl's face for answers and only receiving a strained smile.

"Well, as a Kishibe, I was told to never trust a 'Jojo' but as a Speedwagon, it looks like I always have to help a 'Joestar'; and as you can tell, there's a 'Jo' in 'Joestar'," she explained to Yasuho who still wasn't too satisfied. (y/n) smiled and stood up, holding out a hand to the pink-haired girl. "Don't worry," she assured as Yasuho took her hand, "I'm definitely going to fulfill my role as a Speedwagon. Even if he isn't actually a Joestar." Yasuho gave her a smile that made her heart skip a beat and her ears burn.

After pulling Yasuho up, (y/n) turned away, looking at the passersby without a clue as to why she was doing so. "P-plus, it might take a while, but I'm sure he'll figure out who he is eventually! In the meantime, why don't you take those dumplings to him?" Yasuho looked down at her gift and (y/n)'s lack of one. "Hey, didn't you say you'd get him a get-well gift?" Yasuho questioned, while (y/n) gave a playful scoff. "Yeah, of course! I have it right-" (y/n) froze at the sight of her great-great-grandma's old notebook— she forgot.

(y/n)'s gaze robotically fell onto Yasuho's second box of dumplings. "Yasuho, darling," (y/n) began with a few 'seductive' blinks of her eyelashes and with an arm on the wall by Yasuho's head, "think I could have that second box of dumplings?" Yasuho's brow furrowed as she gave (y/n) a knowing look. "That won't work on me, honey. The other box is for Joshu." (y/n) groaned and put her face in her hands, hoping to cover her flushed expression. And also because, ugh, Joshu existed and she just had to be reminded.

"Ugh. Right. That asshole is here too," (y/n) groaned while Yasuho began pushing her in the direction of the gift shop. Yasuho seemingly didn't have a comment on (y/n)'s hatred for him but the girl was far too nice to ever really have such a strong opinion on someone. "Do I have to get him something?" (y/n) whined while Yasuho gave her a tight-lipped smile, "aww, but Yasuhoo, I don't wannaaaa." "If I had to, so do you."

After a reluctant trudge over to the shop, the two girls found themselves standing in front of a shirt with an out-of-date slogan on it. While Yasuho looked through other clothes, (y/n) looked at it with proud tears in her eyes. "I...I think Mr. Joestar would love this," she said with a smoldering look, "I think it would be good to see him in it as a reference for that character I was telling you about." Yasuho looked at the shirt and back to (y/n) with a raised brow, "oh, c'mon (y/n), don't use the poor guy as reference material."

(y/n) hummed and took one final look at the shirt before tilting her head to the side, a pout on her face. She was really hoping to use him as a reference but if Yasuho was telling her not to, she'd have to listen. Well, at least while Yasuho was around. As she put the shirt back, (y/n) saw a bright pink scarf with sequins on it. In an instant, it was in her arms— a tacky gift for a tacky guy by the name of Joshu.

"Is that for who I think it is?" Yasuho asked while stifling a laugh, "please tell me it is." (y/n) gave her a wide grin before showing it off. "If you must know, it is for our dearest friend Joshu who requires some sparkle to bring back his eyesight." Yasuho doubled over before taking hold of the fabric, "I can't wait to see his reaction." "What's he going to react to? The feeling of the scarf?" Yasuho was reduced to a giggly mess while (y/n) smiled and turned to look through the stuffed animal section.

"I think I'll get Mr. Joestar one of these cuties," (y/n) said aloud once Yasuho's laughter had died down. She had placed her chin on (y/n)'s shoulder while the girl picked up a fluffy blue bear. "Think he'd like it?" asked Yasuho while fiddling with the ends of the pink scarf. (y/n) hummed for a moment before scanning the shelves, spotting a yellow dog with a sailor hat. "Hey...doesn't it kinda look like Josuke?"

Yasuho stared at the puppy with a fond smile, making (y/n)'s face burn— up close, Yasuho was awfully pretty. "You know, that guy kinda reminds me of him too." (y/n) brushed off her thoughts and held out the stuffed animal to look at from afar. While squinting, she somehow saw the guy's face. "Heh, you're right-" Yasuho stepped back, leaving (y/n)'s shoulder uncomfortably cold, "-I think I'll just get him this." Once purchased, and despite (y/n)'s complaints, they were off to Joshu's hospital room.

"(y/n)~ Yasuho~ You've come to visit little ol' me~?"

(y/n) grimaced as Joshu puckered his lips and batted his eyelashes while Yasuho gave him a hesitant smile. "Y-yeah! Just making sure you were okay, haha," Yasuho had mustered out before handing him a box of dumplings, "oh, and I got these for you." "Thank you, my little straw~ber~ry~," breathed out Joshu while (y/n) was on the verge of throwing up, preferably aimed into Joshu's gross mouth.

"As for you my favorite otaku~ Did you get me a get-well-present?" Joshu asked with a pout while she gagged. Yasuho nudged her and (y/n) was left to reluctantly pull out the scarf she had been previously excited to give to him. Sadly, the fool still had his vision so the joke was way less hilarious than she had hoped the exchange would be. "A scarf." Before he could say another word, she had chucked it at him and dragged Yasuho out of the room.

His faint shouts were like music to her ears and the sound of nurses rushing to his room to stop him was like a symphony. "So, what room is Mr. Joestar in?" (y/n) chirped as if she hadn't left her childhood enemy screaming at her in a different room. Yasuho hummed and then pulled a slip of paper with a scraggly set of numbers on it. "326," she replied simply, taking the lead instead of (y/n) who had really only visited the hospital to sit in the lobby and draw people when Yasuho was off hanging with her (now) ex-boyfriend.

When they reached the room, however, it was empty. (y/n)'s brow furrowed as Yasuho scanned the room— she had finally met a descendant of one of the people mentioned in her great-great-grandma's diary and now she lost him. Sure, it wasn't like it was of utmost importance but it had been a great inspiration for her new manga. And now it was all gone. "Dammit!" "Ow." Yasuho and (y/n) shot a glance at the mattress where the mystery guy just so happened to be.

"Holy shit!"

The two girls grabbed at each other, screaming in unison as the guy stared at them from the least expected place. "What in the world are you doing?!" screeched Yasuho as (y/n) remained glued to her side. The guy gave them both a sleepy grin that made (y/n) look away while biting her lip— she'd be lying if she didn't say that the Jo-guy wasn't hot and at that very moment she had been thanking her ancestor for passing down such a motto. Helping him meant staying around a pretty face after all.

"Hey, what's with you?" questioned Yasuho as (y/n) was pulled from her fantasies, "what're you doing down there?" Yasuho was definitely the better of the two for asking these questions. "What? Just what it looks like. I'm sleeping. The people wearing white clothes said I couldn't leave for a while," he replied while (y/n) crouched down and placed her chin in her hands, "what Yasuho meant to ask is why you're under there in the first place." The guy raised a brow from under his mattress, looking between the two girls.

"You mean people sleep on top? How would they put pressure on their bodies then?" Yasuho turned to (y/n) who could only muster half a shrug. "Sounds like a fetish or something," (y/n) said halfheartedly, "I mean, my great-great-grandma's friend said her friend had a thing for mosquito bites." Yasuho cringed just slightly before turning to the guy and holding out a box of dumplings that was smaller than what she had given to Joshu.

"Here, I got you a present. I thought I'd bring you something since you were in the hospital. (y/n) did too." As if on command, (y/n) held out the stuffed animal with a lopsided grin, "it kinda looked like you. Yasuho thought so too." Yasuho smiled in agreement and then started rambling about Joshu, his injuries, and why the two had come to visit while (y/n) nodded intermittently and the guy started to slide out from under the mattress. As he did so, the hem of his pants slowly slid lower and lower-

Four balls.

(y/n) broke out into laughter and turned away while Yasuho grimaced and shut her eyes tightly, crying out for him to stop before any more of his pants could fall off. While her friend had spiraled into mumbling against the wall, (y/n) had turned back around to find him examining the stuffed animal. "Like it?" (y/n) asked as he held it out in front of him, letting its limbs flop around. "Yes," he answered, turning to look at her from over his shoulder, "what is his name?" (y/n) hummed aloud in thought while plopping down onto the mattress.

"Mmm...Rohan is a cool name," she said with a smile, "but it's yours to name." The guy looked at her and then at the stuffed animal, setting it down next to her thigh and letting it flop on its side against her. "I like that name too." (y/n) felt the tip of her earns burn— it wasn't as if he had just flirted with her but she found his actions somehow attractive. The guy had now turned to Yasuho's gift, turning over the box and opening it carefully. "What are these?"

Yasuho had turned back around then with a raised brow, walking up beside him, "never had one? Morioh is famous for them." (y/n) watched fondly as Yasuho began to break into detail about the origins of the Sesame Honey Dumplings; ever since they were little, Yasuho had always had an addiction to them which eventually spread over to (y/n) when they became best friends during middle school. "...there's a special way to eat them. You gotta make sure not to bite with your front teeth."

"Oh, don't forget about chewing with your back teeth on the first bite," (y/n) added while the guy tentatively placed a dumpling in his mouth, doing the complete opposite of what he was supposed to. The black cream shot out from the gap between his teeth she hadn't realized he even had. It was...cute. As Yasuho reiterated what she had been saying, (y/n) couldn't take her eyes off him, especially when his odd-colored eyes glimmered with surprise.

MAN, OH, MAN DID SHE HOPE HE WAS A JOESTAR.

this cuts off at a weird spot but i felt this was pretty long already so yeah...lol

#jojolion #jjl #jojo part 8 #jojo na kimyou na bouken #jjba x reader #gappy higashikata x reader #yasuho hirose x reader #joshu higashikata x reader #rai mamezuku x reader #karera sakunami x reader #kei nijimura x reader

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biqherosix · 3 years

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ghost protocol - part two

angst, fluff, spy au

(julie and the phantoms — romantic! luke patterson x fem! reader)

the first day of school for the petal pushers isn't exactly ideal when their hitman runs into new people and a familiar face, leaving secrets to be kept

cw / none

a/n — off topic but luke patterson, this is a humble invitation for joint custody of our rings. we are definitely not the same ring size, but please accept so we can be funky statement ring bisexuals together !! but ah other than that enjoy !! don’t be afraid to interact and tell me what you think, ask questions, simp, whatever !! your thoughts matter to me and i utterly adore each and every one of you but yes please interact bc i am flopping and am in need of a gp breakdown with y'all !!!

that morning, all throughout los feliz high school was an ongoing conversation of the four new students simultaneously walking in. the whispers and remarks only seemed to grow louder the more you walked around. but you paid no mind, skimming through the campus map with hopes of finding your lockers before the bell. as your friends halting in their tracks went unnoticed by you, you walked on.

catching a “new girl number three at three o’clock.” from an eerily familiar voice, shivers ran up your spine. shaking away the thought, your perception was at an all time low. colliding into someone else, you took a small, sharp blow to the stomach. with a groan, whatever they had been holding now fell to the floor with several clicks.

“oh my gosh. are you okay? um, i’m really sorry-” they rambled. waving his apology away, you stuffed your map into your back pocket.

“don’t worry, that was on me. i got it.” you smiled, kneeling down to pick up what he stabbed you with. noticing they were drumsticks, you picked one up. mirroring your stance, he grabbed the other one with a shy smile. while doing so, you took notice of the unique combination of shoes he wore; colors and textures clashing with textured socks in a way only he could make work. you could've sworn you'd seen those pair of shoes before, but you assumed they were in the window of a store you had walked by once.

“nice shoes by the way.” you nodded towards them, standing back up to complete his pair. his cheeks shone with a faded pink, twirling the drumsticks once again.

“oh uh, thank you.” you fiddled with your fingers, about to speak up when carrie’s voice boomed from across the hall.

“y/n! i found our lockers, come on!” gesturing for you to come over, you nodded quickly.

“and that’s my cue. uh, it was nice meeting you…” you trailed off.

“alex. mercer. my friends are uh over there so, yeah. we’re seniors, but we got transferred here a few months ago.” he explained, pointing over your shoulder before holding his hand out for you. from behind you, two boys had been watching your interaction with alex with a smile. from afar, it was apparent there was one more friend by the way the one had attempted to grab his attention. alas, you couldn’t make him out when his body had been covered by the door of the locker.

“cool, i’m y/n l/n. the one yelling my name; that’s carrie wilson, we’re both seniors. so, it looks like i’ll be seeing you and your little quartet quite often. i'm on my way carrie! bye alex, nice meeting you.” shaking it firmly, you gave him a final smile. gently pushing past him, you made your way towards the light brunette.

“girl, you’re living that wattpad life, and you just walked in! how is someone flirting with you already? just make sure carrie does a background check before you go on a date with him; you know, the usual and all. but i give it two weeks before he asks.” julie gaped.

“guys, he wasn’t flirting! if anything, it was a rather warm welcome.” you protested with a laugh, playfully shoving the younger girl’s shoulder.

“well, if he wasn’t flirting then, this guy might be flirting now. eye candy and his friends at twelve o’clock are heading our way. and quickly!” flynn’s eyes widened, looking straight ahead.

“stop staring!” julie hissed, swatting her shoulder.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help it!” you shook your head. covering the girl’s eyes prompted a laugh out of julie, but you were pulled out of your playful banter when that familiar voice creeped up on you again.

“hey. carrie, right?” his soft tone rippled through your ears. inhaling sharply, you let your hand fall from flynn’s face. slowly looking for the source of the voice, your heart beat erratically. and suddenly it felt as though everything stopped.

a swirl of grey and green eyes that were once glinting with concern, now shone as bright as ever. a silent song of anger filled your body at the thought of him so close to your loved ones.

“it all depends. who’s asking?” carrie asked.

“i’m luke patterson. and well, these are my friends.” he pointed out, leaning onto the wall of lockers.

“i'm bobby, ‘sup?” he winked, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder with a smile.

“reggie peters, nice to meet ya.” he saluted, popping the collar of his leather jacket.

“alex, we already met.” he shoved his hands in his pockets, drumsticks now tucked into his backpack. they all seemed harmless, but their affiliation with him only heightened your senses.

“anyway, since we were kinda the new kids a few months ago…would you be interested in exploring the area? and maybe getting a late lunch afterwards?” luke asked carrie with a soft smile, rubbing the back of his neck. carrie flushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. as she stammered, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“actually, we’ve got plans. right, babe?” you pouted, momentarily glancing at carrie. wrapping an arm around her shoulders, you diverted your gaze with a small smile. instead, you focused on the boy in front of you with a message in your eyes you hoped he’d catch on to. flitting his gaze at your tone, he caught your eyes. with his own eyes dimming, luke’s once wide smile slightly faltered. running a hand through his hair, he prayed no one noticed the change in his personal atmosphere.

“mhm, that’s right! i’m sorry. but if you’re looking for a date, i’m not interested.” she declined, pursing her lips. looking at you. it was now luke's turn to flush, sputtering incoherently.

“oh- well it…well it wasn’t like that.”

“sure it wasn’t.” you retorted.

“no, really! i swear! i’m sorry it’s just-”

“what luke means to say is that we understand the feeling of being new and not having anyone but each other when we all transferred. the offer to hang with us during lunch is always open, we usually sit it out in ms. harrison’s music room.” alex cut him off, glancing at his boys.

“we’ll think about it, thanks alex. and luke?” you nodded.

“what's up?” he looked over at you again.

“move over, you’re leaning on my locker.” you deadpanned.

“right. sorry.” he coughed, taking a step back and waving to your locker. the rest of the girls analyzed your exchange, noticing the way luke couldn't stop fidgeting. flynn was about to point out your numerous glances towards the boy when she was interrupted by the blaring of the bell and its following morning rush.

“saved by the bell! if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be going now.” you exclaimed, shoving your physiology textbook into your locker. slamming the door shut elicited a yelp from alex and reggie, to which you furrowed your eyebrows in apologies. grabbing carrie's hand, you sent one sickly sweet, lethal smile luke's way before entering the halls.

“wait, y/n! your first period is this way!” julie yelled, pointing to the hall opposite of you. wincing, you walked back to see the boys frozen to their spots.

“right. love you, bye!” you whispered, giving their shoulders a squeeze. as you and carrie walked away, the two girls watched you grow smaller with distance. when you were out of sight, they whipped their heads around with apologetic sighs.

“we are so sorry about y/n! this transfer has just been really hard on her, and i guess you flirting with her girlfriend didn’t exactly…ease the situation.” julie explained, awkwardly chuckling. gripping tightly onto her backpack straps, her silence and wide eyes caused flynn to step in.

“yeah! we swear, she’s not usually like that. lesson one, just don’t flirt with carrie. but uh, we better get to class. don’t wanna be late, you know?” flynn finished, using her actor skills with ease. the boys nodded in understanding.

“yeah, of course. you guys need any help getting around?” reggie asked with a soft smile.

“nah, we got it. thanks though!” julie smiled.

“i’m flynn, if anyone asks by the way. and this is julie, we're juniors-”

“let’s go! we’re gonna be late for english!” julie sang, pulling an infatuated flynn away from the four seniors. chuckling, as soon as the coast was clear, they began making their way towards their own classes.

“dude, that was awful! what happened to the stud we all know? because that was so not like you.” bobby exclaimed, punching luke’s shoulder.

“yeah! you were all stuttery and red! and y/n ripped you to shreds! man, i wish i caught that on tape- sorry dude.” reggie apologized as the actor sent a glare his way.

“i mean, you guys have to understand that luke flirted with carrie in front of her girlfriend. we knew that this mission proved to be harder than we thought. but our only way in just got shut down. it’s officially at a whole other level.” alex explained, taking note of his friend’s unusual silence.

“but girls are just like that; it’s a possibility they’re not actually dating. you know how it is in the world, girls just gotta look out for each other. we should find out though, to be sure.” bobby shrugged.

“julie and flynn seem to be warming up to us though! i think we’d make really good friends. no offense, but julie seems like the type of person to encourage my hobby of writing country music.” reggie pointed out, glaring back at luke.

“i never discouraged you, i just wanted you to write them somewhere other than my journal! you knew it was classified!” he spoke up for the first time since his rejection to defend himself.

“luke, it’s a songbook!”

“that doesn’t make it any less classified.” the strategist rolled his eyes, clapping his hands to gain their attention once more. both boys huffed, turning to face bobby.

“guys, focus! but reggie’s right about flynn and julie. and as much as i hate to say it, maybe we can use that to our advantage. for now, we’ve got a lot to compromise.” he said.

“bobby, don’t you think that’s a bit much, even for us? this is between phantom and wilson- trevor, and maybe carrie- not you though. god, why is wilson such a common last name?! not the point i’m trying to get across, sorry. what i'm saying is julie and flynn are innocent. y/n? she’s a little questionable. but they’re just teenagers affiliated with a money launderer.” alex protested, quieting himself at the mention of money laundering. everyone went silent, understanding where he was getting at. but they also understood situations like the one they were facing now were simply part of their everyday lives.

“i know, i know. but this is all we have. months of dead ends and an infiltrated deal have led us here. we can’t let our lead go away so easily. i’m sorry guys, but you know what caleb would say.” bobby sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“use any means at your disposal.” the four muttered in unison.

“what’s the plan then?” reggie queried.

“alex, check out their schedules; send them to us and whoever’s closest to their class before lunch can check in on them. if they don’t give you an offer to join them, ask them to lunch again with the possibility y/n won’t be around. she’s currently our biggest threat standing between us and trevor. everyone got that down?” with no objections, bobby nodded in satisfaction.

“great, we’ll see you later then. keep an eye out.” clapping their backs in goodbye, the strategist turned a corner towards the stairs. with a quick salute, reggie followed suit. the two remaining boys kept on their trail, a silence consuming them as luke played with his rings.

“dude, are you sure you’re okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” alex piped up, furrowing his eyebrows.

“yeah, i’m all good. it’s probably just the pre-plan jitters.” luke nodded curtly.

“you can talk to me you know. contrary to popular belief, while i can’t hold a physical conversation, i can listen very well.” the blond reassured.

“i know. nothing’s going on. really, it’s just the usual.” he shrugged. except how do i tell you that “the usual” is just me hiding a damaging secret, knowing the consequences of keeping it a secret could change the whole course of our mission as we know it?

“ah, well that’s nothing a little psychology can’t fix! i heard learning how to get into people’s heads will make you a better actor…because seriously, that performance was awful!” luke chuckled weakly. letting alex walk into class first, he composed himself before taking a seat. when the late bell rang signalling the start of today’s lesson, interesting concepts the actor normally absorbed like a sponge were thrown out the window when ultimately, his mind was consumed by thoughts of you — the fierce, determined girl from that night willing to lay down her life without a second thought.

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JAY HALSTEAD

NF Quarantine Visits

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: NF stands for necrotising fasciitis; Riley is your partner

"Look we're doing everything we can but there's no strong leads we can use right now." Jay informs Sharon Goodwin of CPD's latest news about the state of emergency the city of Chicago was currently in.

"I have people in quarantine Jay and the press isn't helping us at all." Sharon told him. "This isn't something out of the blue. Someone has to be behind this mess."

"We're doing everything we can but that's all I can give you right now."

"Incoming!" Maggie calls out. She swiftly joins the group. "We can't keep up Sharon."

"Is it NF?"

"Yes it is. Y/N and Riley are bringing them in."

At the mention of his girlfriend Jay's heart sunk. He knew how dangerous your job was on the daily but now he truly understood the pressure you had on your chest.

It only made him work harder in figuring out who is behind this mess.

He saw you a lot but never for long enough. After it was debunked that the virus is spread airborne or through contact, you were able to hug and kiss Jay quickly whenever the two of you saw each other at Med. But nothing more than that.

Jay worked late at the District and your 24-hour shifts were long and hard as they were. Adding the outbreak heavied on the both of you.

The sound of heavy footsteps coming from the entrance alerted everyone and soon people stepped aside to let you and Riley through.

"Jasmine Black. 23 years old with necrotising fasciitis. I think we'll need to amputate her leg. It's... Gone." You informed the nurses. They did their job with you and called Crockett Marcel, hoping that he will be able to save her.

Your worried eyes spot Jay and the only thing you can do is nod sadly. You've been exposing yourself to the bacteria continuously, and each time you risked your life for someone else's it never ended well. So far, you didn't bring anyone who came out of the OR alive.

And that broke you.

"Do you think she'll make it?" Sharon asked Riley and you when you joined their little circle.

"No we don't think she will," Riley started to explain. Jay wrapped his arm around your shoulder and supported you for as long as possible. Soon, you and Riley will be back in the outside world in the heart of the outbreak. "The bacteria spread out in her leg, it's impossible to try to save her without amputation. And even with that we can only hope that she survives."

"Oh God. How are you girls feeling?" Goodwin placed her hand on your forearms in a soothing matter.

"We're tired but okay." You told her.

"I should probably get back to the District. If you find anything that can help us call me." He squeezed your shoulder and removed his arm before you could even stop him.

On que, your radio informed you of your new victim. "That's our que."

***

"Sir you need to lie down!" You command the man you're currently bringing into the ED. His arm is infected but he doesn't waste a beat when trying to get off the gurney.

"N-No!" He screams. Like a fish, the man flops off the gurney and tries to get away in a wonky run chase.

"For God's sake!" Riley exclaims. "Sir you are stuffed with anesthetics! You can't get away from us!"

You shoot her a look of pure invitation to help and she joins you in the chase. Using your running skills you accomplished by taking daily morning runs with your boyfriend, you appear in front of the drowsy man and once again command him to stop.

He does not in fact listen to your sane reasoning and throws his weak body onto yours. That wouldn't be a problem had he not collapsed unconscious on your unprotected body.

***

"Seriously Nat I'm fine." After the intense chase with an angered-drowsy-on-anesthetics patient you're stationed in one of the trauma rooms with Natalie Manning.

While Nat keeps checking you for any cuts or scratches you stay still and think about what happens next. "Will you put me in quarantine?"

"Only if you have any cuts that can catch the bacteria." In that moment her eyes land on your palm. There's a small scratch and blood over the wound.

"I-I always wear gloves." You try to reason with her. You can't be stuck in quarantine. Not now. Not when they need you.

The look on Natalie's face is enough to tell you otherwise. "I'm sorry Y/N."

***

"Welcome Y/N. Trust me, it's cosier than it looks." You join Hailey in your separate four walled vertical rectangle box. Supposedly, this will keep you from spreading the bacteria if you have it. You won't know that until you get your cultures back. "So. What brings you here?"

You laugh lightly, suddenly realising how poor your luck is. "A dude with anger issues that was high on anesthetics with an arm eaten away by the bacteria threw himself on me during one of his many aggressive episodes, and collapsed unconscious. Leaving me and my scratched bloody palm alone in quarantine."

"Correction. You're not alone." She says laughing. "I take it Riley got away."

"She had her protective gear on. And since we're low on paramedics that go on these runs, they let her go." You bring your palm in the air and wave it around. "My palm and I are stuck in here until the cultures come back."

And that's how you spent countless of hours in deep discussion with your boyfriend's partner in crime. While Hailey wanted to join Jay in finding out who did this, you wanted to get back into your ambulance and help save lives.

Neither of you could do what you wanted so you took that time and started to get to know each other. You already have three girlfriend dates scheduled and a whole birthday party for Riley and Jay planned out in bits.

After your conversation faded into comfortable silence the two of you were lost in your own thoughts. You let yourself think about how Jay will react once he finds out. A part of you wants him to visit you as much as it wants him to stay away from you and stay safe.

You're halfway on the road to dreamland when you hear his voice. "Y/N?"

You watch him make his way towards you with only one eye opened. Opening both of them would mean taking 100 steps back from dreamland and that's the last thing you wanted to do at the moment.

But seeing him stand in front of you, separated by only a thin clear foil looking curtain, killed your wish for sleep making you stand up and almost sprint towards him.

"Are you okay? How did this happen?" He asked you, worry dripping from his voice.

"I'm fine and it's a long story."

"I have time."

"Baby no you don't." You tell him sternly. When the two of you enter a silent battle of eye emotions, he comes out of it as the winner. Sighing in defeat you start to explain what happened to you.

"We already went through a breakout attempt since certain people act like they're prisoners." You throw a nasty look toward Sharlene, the crazy lady who started a revolution within her rectangular box of protection. "Jay I'm fine! I'll stay here and take a few naps and be out before you know it."

Both of you lean against the colorless foil of protection until your foreheads meet. A part of you wants to escape your cloud of safety just so you can press your lips against his but you know better than to do that. Both you do.

"Call me when you get out?"

"Geez you make it sound like I'm in jail." Your attempt at being subtly funny an lightening up the mood falls in the water when you notice his stare. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll call you don't worry."

"Good." Jay gives you a smile he reserves only for you. "I'll keep you posted."

"You better!!!" You exclaim. Your boyfriend is your only connection to the outside world.

"And I'll try to sneak in some food for you."

You almost shed a dramatic tear at his words. "Oh, Jay you're..."

"The best boyfriend ever?"

"The best boyfriend ever ever ever everrr!"

You spend a few more minutes with your boyfriend discussing the current situation before he talks to Hailey and eventually leaves.

Still dazed from love, worry and excitement, you return back to your sleeping position and walk back towards the road that's sure to bring you to dreamland.

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