#if she had a wallet he would have pictures of his pets in it

[toxicloveposts]

pov you asked Fani about her geckos

#if she had a wallet he would have pictures of his pets in it #🃏 from matty #❓ lab secrets #🥼 dorky botanist #🌼 the garden #toxiclove #toxiclovevn #male yandere #yandere oc

[empresskylo]

would you do headcanons if price was readers boyfriend?! 🫶🫶😮‍💨

↳ yuuhhh i gotchuu 🫶

⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, she/her pronouns used, feminine pet names used, smutty content at the end

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♡ such the gentleman. he asked you out on a proper date when he realized you both were feeling something for one another. even tho it’s really hard to do/find the time whilst working, he managed to do something cute for you.

♡ possessiveeeee! even before you were dating, when he knew he liked you, he’d act all possessive over you. all the other men knew to stay away from you or they’d get on price's bad side (they’re so dramatic). so even now, he likes to have his claim over you and makes sure everyone knows you’re his.

♡ that doesn't mean the men didn't tease him a lil bit--and by men, i mean gaz. he would team up with you a lot, or be a lil extra touchy with you in front of price, just to see him get pissed. but price couldn't really do much about it because you two weren't dating and you didn't even know he was into you like that. ♡ gaz looked at you, smirking, and you felt one of your eyebrows raise. he walked closer to you and decided to help you get situated for your upcoming mission. he was giving you a hand in securing your tactical gear, making the process go faster, when price approached. "I think she's got it." gaz looked up at him and gave him a knowing smile. "just trying to speed things up, cap." price's jaw tightened, having no choice but to keep moving unless he wanted to explain just why he was annoyed at gaz doing something so innocent as helping you.

♡ speaking of being possessive, he is also very proud to be with you. he doesn’t find the need to keep your relationship a secret even if he knows people will judge you both for it (you’re so much younger, he’s your superior, etc). he wants everyone to know.

♡ and he’s not afraid of some pda. he’ll give you little kisses randomly that catch you off guard (especially if you’re a soldier under his rank). there have been times when the others teased you about it. obviously, price didn’t care, but you always got flustered. “i’ll be back at the barrics,” price directed to you and soap who both gave him a curt nod. price leaned down towards you and before you could question him, he placed a kiss on your lips. he smirked when he pulled away, your eyes wide, your face warming. price turned to leave and soap burst into a fit of giggles. “ugh, how old are you?” you asked soap irritated, but your cheeks were inflamed and your heart was racing with something similar to embarrassment. ♡ he’s possessive, but not in an over-the-top way. like he’s not gonna freak out if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you’re wearing something skimpy. my guy is secure in himself (maybe even a little too much sometimes) and he knows no one is quite as good as him. he doesn’t worry about you leaving him.

♡ uses all the pet names for you. you were honestly impressed he managed to find so many to call you. love, doll, baby, sweet girl, baby girl, princess, lass, honey, babe, little one, brat, pet, kitten (you may have threw a shoe at him when he called you that), queen, lovely, sweetness, sweetheart, sunshine. the list goes on.

♡ he also began to call you such random shit that makes you laugh. munchkin, cutest lil lady, little foot, shorty, pipsqueak. (basically anything silly that gave off dad energy)

♡ keeps polaroids of you in his wallet <3

♡ had your name engraved in his favorite knife. also has your name engraved on a simple silver bracelet that he always wears.

♡ speaking of jewelry, he got you a locket with a picture of the two of you in it. you gave it to him to wear once when he was gonna be away from you for quite a while. he never took it off.

♡ he likes to get you flowers all the fucking time. roses, peonies, tulips, the whole lot. you’ve run out of places to put them.

♡ has been known to squat when he sees you getting tired and refusing to move until you get on his back so he can carry you.

♡ whenever he wraps his arms around you--usually when he’s spacing out--he pulls you into his chest and rests his chin on your head. his fingers will fiddle with the hem of your shirt and give you goosebumps at the tiny tickles on your skin.

♡ really likes to cuddle. he’s always reaching for you when you sit or lie down together. he wants to pull you into him. he likes to be the big spoon. you always wake up tangled in each others arms.

♡ he always lets you wear his clothes. he actually prefers it when you do. you sleep in his t-shirt. you’ll wear his hoodies. if it’s cold out he’ll take his coat off and wrap you in it. or sometimes he’ll let you wrap your arms around him and then he’ll wrap his coat around the both of you.

♡ he always falls asleep first. he'll have you pulled into his chest as you both watch tv and honestly, like 10 minutes will go by and you'll say something and he wont respond. when you tilt your head up you notice he's already out cold.

♡ and even tho he's asleep, like a superpower he can sense when you move away from him. so if you try to get up, his grip on you tightens and he'll pull you into him, rolling over with you trapped in his arms.

♡ he is always up first too. and he will often times bring you breakfast or coffee in bed. if he has to leave before you, you'll wake to find a hot coffee or tea sitting on your nightstand waiting for you.

♡ he is obsessed with your hair. he's always stroking it, or tucking it behind your ear. he likes to run his fingers through it when you're cuddling or when you're hugging him tightly. he loves when you let him wash it too.

♡ you asked him to brush it for you once while you were getting ready one day and he was just standing there watching you. he did so and was very gentle and took his time. ever since then, he loves when you let him brush your hair. it's such a random but intimate act for him.

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♡ pleasure dom! he is super dominant in bed but is also really in tune with your body and making sure you're always enjoying yourself. he gets off by getting you off.

♡ he’s really good at making you come. like, you'd think he made it his life's mission to make you feel good. and seeing you in pleasure is what always gets him going. he cant finish unless he watches you finish first.

♡ he’s so good at what he does that he’s been known to get you off over your clothes. it takes him no time at all to make you come if he wants. usually he likes to drag it out tho. and he likes to overstimulate you.

♡ nights will oftentimes consist of you fully naked while he fingers you, having already orgasmed once, and him still fully clothed. something about that power dynamic drives him crazy.

♡ he softly degrades you. “look how fuckin’ desperate you are for me, love” “this what you’ve been thinkin’ bout all day? my fingers thrusting inside you, hm? nothing else going on in that pretty little head of yours.” “oh, com’on princess, you know you have to come at least twice before i’ll give you my cock. so are you gonna be a good girl and come on my tongue one more time? yeah, i know you can handle it.”

♡ likes to hold your hand during sex. he’s eating you out? his hand is laced with one of yours. you’re sucking his dick? he grabs your hand and traces patterns aimlessly, trying not to come too fast. he’s fucking you missionary? either one or both of his hands are locked with yours. he’s fucking you from behind? he’s pulled you up against his chest, covering your hand resting against your stomach with his own.

♡ he likes when you give him blow jobs. and he enjoys praising you during it, watching as you clench your thighs from his panting words.

♡ you’ll have his cock in your mouth and he’s muttering how good you feel. he hunches over, his arms lazily resting over your shoulders, his forehead resting against the top of yours. he’ll groan and grunt, “fuck, baby, that feels so good.” “god, don’t stop, love.” “look what you do to me.” “i’m gonna fuck you so hard after this, baby.”

#cod #cod headcanons #ghost cod #fluff #angst #cod mw2 #john price x reader #john price cod #john price smut #smut #captain price smut #captain price #john price headcanons #john price #captain price headcanons #captain price x reader #price x reader #john price x you

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day fourteen: degradation kink

>>> so clearly i have a lot of issues...y'all gonna hate me for this one i can just feel it in my bones but guess what....i do not care! toji is degradation need i say more?

>>> starring toji fushiguro x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: dilf!toji, age gap, college aged reader, mafia themes, dad's best friend toji, degradation duh, no prep, exhibitionism, breeding, a daddy theme? you don’t ever call him that it’s just. yes. dark content maybe? just in case. creampie, pet names. >>> wc: 3.6k >>> event masterlist

it was risky, you know, and most certainly wrong. you should be disgusted. he’s been married—lost his wife, has a young kid, all things much more adult than you’ve ever had to deal with in your college-aged life. he’s a horrible man, though you suppose your father isn’t much better since they work so closely together, not that you’re supposed to know anything about the work they do. all you know is they make way too much money and carry way too many guns for their jobs to unrelated to the mafia crime wars making the news. you should be disgusted and scared, yet here you stand, in front of your mirror trying to find the best outfit to wear downstairs to greet your dad’s sexy colleague. 

you were only in town for so long since you were just visiting your family for summer break, so you had limited time to try and lure him into making a move. so you settle for a black bra that enhances your bust, covered only with a black glitter mesh long sleeve and a matching leather mini that clings to your ass. it was definitely a heels kind of night, and the pretty black louboutins you slid into elongate your legs perfectly. after some hair and makeup, you sling your purse over your shoulder and only make your way down the stairs when you can hear his deep voice speaking with your father. 

you stride past the office, knowing your dad would stop you. your heels click against the mahogany and as if on cue, your father belts your name. you grin to yourself, everything was going according to plan. you turn, clicking back to lean into the room. 

“yes, daddy?” you hum, batting your eyes so innocently when you were the picture of anything but. it makes a vein in your father’s forehead jump, but alas, you’re a grown woman who makes her own decisions. just rest assured the weight of god would come down on whoever wronged his baby girl. 

“where’s my princess going?” he coos, giving an apologetic glance to his coworker. luckily, he feels his eyes and meets them, giving him a nod of forgiveness. 

“oh, just going out with some of my girls! becky just got out of a relationship–she needs the club!” you titter adorably, feeling his eyes bore into you. you give him a sickeningly sweet smile, “hi mister fushiguro!” 

the scarred corner of his lip creeps into a grin, a finger salute serving as his greeting only because he didn’t trust his mouth to keep his thoughts at bay. you’re sexy as fuck, and totally off limits. it only makes him want you worse, though it doesn’t help you’re the hottest bitch he’s ever seen. 

“do be careful, princess.” he smiles, clueless to how his friend eyes you up. 

“course daddy. can i take your black card?” you pout so endearingly, toji would give you all the money in his wallet if you asked. your father hums approvingly and fishes it out of his wallet, holding it up in the air for you to retrieve. your heels click and your hips swing as you make your way over, displaying your delicious figure perfectly. toji thinks it’s a miracle your father hasn’t had to kill anyone over you yet. you lean over the desk and take the card with perfectly manicured fingers. he watches it all, already planning how the rest of this night would go once you left. 

“be careful.” your father reiterates, and you roll your eyes and kiss his cheek. 

“don’t worry–my guys can handle anyone who gets outta line–satoru and suguru would never let anything happen to me.” you swear, batting those long lashes again. your father seems comforted by this, but toji is only aggravated to learn you have male friends. they no doubt wanted to fuck you and were only biding their time just as he was. “bye daddy, see you later mister fushiguro!” 

and just like that, your red bottoms carried you away with obnoxious clicks telling him just how far from him you were. your father sighs heavily. 

“what a handful that girl is.” he says affectionately, shaking his head as they get back on task, your father giving toji a rival kill for the night. he grins at the file, knowing he’d be able to wrap that up rather quickly and then get to the real target. 

you’re haunted by how effortlessly good he looked, and how unable you are to do anything about it on the way to the club, only wallowing in your desperation for a man way older than you. he was just so big, tall and broad and had to be even stronger than he looked. you knew he was experienced and rough, he would definitely be able to take care of you, if only you could work up the nerve to actually hit on him instead of these passive aggressive attempts at drawing him to you. it clearly wasn’t doing the trick, even if you could tell he wanted you. you’re so lost in your own head that the driver has to get your attention multiple times before you realize that you’re outside the building. you step out and shimmy your skirt down a bit further. 

the sound of your friends squealing as they wait for you draws you right to them, painting a smile on your face to celebrate you friend’s breakup—shoving hopes of toji fushiguro finding you at the club tonight to the back of your head. the scene is nothing special, just like every other clubbing spot in every city in the world. it’s all neon lights and smoky clouds of tobacco and marajuana both, the smell of liquor and vomit mingling together to make your nose scrunch and sting as you enter the dingy dance floor alongside your closest girls—and the bodyguard boys trailing behind you. your group makes their way to the bar immediately, fruity mixed drinks and beers being handed out for the first of many times tonight. you can feel the buzz of excitement in the air even though you were feeling let down, perhaps that was because of the group of fellow college-aged boys eyeing you and your friends down from the dj booth. you play your little games with the man staring at you longingly, downing the rest of your liquid courage to go ask him to dance. 

his hands were clammy, but at least he smelled good—like too much cologne and the gum in his mouth, his body pressed up against yours as you two sway to some electro-funk beat meaninglessly. You can feel his sweaty hands trail along your waist and hips, even lowering to your thighs and inching his fingers up the already short leather skirt, and your nose scrunches up in distaste. it was better than wondering about your father’s right hand man though, so you settle for it. you tell yourself that if you think hard enough, you can picture him instead. it doesn’t take as much effort as you thought. the clammy hands of the college boy disappear to be replaced by the coarser broader hands of an older man, the heavy cologne replaced by a natural musk with hints of a beach bonfire mingled in. his hands would move along your body expertly, he would know the ins and outs of the female anatomy–surely able to please you in all facets. you can just imagine his smirking face as he leans down over your shoulder to whisper something raunchy in your ear, something about how he’s been waiting to make you his since the minute he saw you. 

which is almost exactly what happens, except the man you’re daydreaming of stands in front of you looking real amused, seething almost. “princess,” he snarls, the bass in his voice alone enough to shock away the little boy grinding into your ass. “here i was thinkin’ ya got all dressed up f’r me.”

the red and green strobe lights of the club dance off his sharp features, highlighting the jealousy and intrigue swimming in his eyes. there was a splatter of blood on his cheek, but otherwise he looked as gorgeous as he normally did. his black t-shirt looked nearly spray-painted on the way it was highlighting every ridge and muscle in his chest and torso, and his usual pants clung to the taut muscle of his broad thighs. 

“i did, but you shrivel up in front of my daddy.” you tease, unsure of where your courage to poke at the dangerous and large man came from. “now you wanna come here and scare off the ones bold enough to dance with me?” 

you’re evil, you’re sick in the head, but you smirk like you knew he would fall into the trap easily. and he does. he grabs your wrist and spins you around, and you feel the warmth of his fingertips digging into your hip. another one of the college boys watches with contempt, nursing a bloody nose you imagine he earned with some slick comment— that explains the fresh blood on toji’s face. he presses up against you, dropping your wrist in favor of a hold on your throat, not too good to manhandle you in public. what’s someone gonna do? intervene? call the cops? that makes him laugh. the grip on your throat is surprisingly light, though the threat of something more punishing looms large. you feel his chest rumble against your back— he was laughing at your tense form, the beat of some rap song thumping in your ears now. 

“yeah, that’s exactly what i did.” he snarls in your ear, his hold on your throat keeping your back to his chiseled chest, not that you wanted to get away anyhow. “shrivel up,” he chortles at your dig, replaying your little tantrum. “y’know the only reason i can’t manhandle ya in front of your pops is ‘cuz he’d get so stupid i’d have to kill him. want that, sweetheart?” 

you’re embarrassed you have to keep yourself from nodding—wagering your father’s life just to have his colleague the way you wanted, how shameful. he spits these pet names like they’re insults, like he knows what you really are. a little whine of desperation leaves your throat and you press your ass back against him, collecting your thoughts to find something to say to drive him wild. “do whatever you gotta do, i’m familiar with the business—just want you real bad, mister fushiguro.” 

it works, everything you do puts him deeper under your spell, gritting his teeth in frustration as he falls for you. it’s more embarrassing for him than it is for you, really. he’s a grown man enchanted by the supple body and soul of a woman a fraction of his age. but he can’t stop himself from tailing you on your outings, telling himself that your dad pays him a pretty penny to keep you out of harm’s way, and that’s all he does. but he goes above and beyond, especially on nights like these when some little boys are feeling a little too bold for his liking. so of course he followed you here, and of course he broke that scrub’s nose who said something about your ass, and of course, it was just a matter of time. until he just couldn’t lie to himself any longer about what he wanted. until you pushed him over the edge and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. 

“oh yeah?” he hums, brow arching up as his hands slide down your hips, playing with the hem of your skirt. “you really that big a slut for me? you’d let me kill your precious daddy?” he chuckles, pressing a wet kiss under your ear. he radiated warmth and possessiveness and his fingertips dug into the skin of your thighs. you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or his words but you’re buzzing. you can feel his handprints practically searing into your flesh, the two of you barely moving to the beat that drowns out all other noise. 

he slaps your ass. “asked you a question.” his gravelly voice rasps in your ear, the scraping of his teeth against your flesh comes next instead of a sweet kiss. you whimper out a bit and nod, feeling the heat course around your body in a mixture of embarrassment and deep arousal. he was right—you were a massive slut, dedicating your entire summer break to getting his attention in hopes he would touch you like he is right now. 

“can’t hear ya–might be th’ music?” he taunts, sliding his other hand away from your neck and over your voluptuous chest. he grunts impatiently as he feels the dips of your body and that coarse sheer top beneath his fingertips, waiting for you to obey. 

“yes—i’m’a slut, mister fushiguro.” you hiccup from the vodka running through your veins and the embarrassment stinging at your eyes. his chuckle rumbles through his chest again, though not in the way it did earlier. he spins you around to face him, pinching your chin in between his forefinger and thumb. 

“call me toji, dollface.” he smirks as you nod sheepishly, suddenly shy now that you were getting your way. he was even scarier up close, beautiful features twisted and darkened to reveal his sinister nature. but you find a way to get lost in hooded eyes of green reflecting the crazy flashing lights as he looks past you, trying to find somewhere to take you. he locates a bathroom, dragging you behind him with another commanding grip on your wrist. he has the decency to pull you inside the women’s stalls at least, reserving the biggest one for your activities. he would just fuck you out in the open to really show you how crazy you make him, but he can’t risk making that big a scene—and he’d probably have a few more bodies to bury if anyone looked at you the wrong way. 

you stand in the middle of the stall, watching him secure the lock and turn to you, chuckling at your waiting expression. you were nervous, wanting to impress but not sure where to start despite the hot need snowballing in your center the longer you stand there and look at him. he tilts his head up and you walk towards him, his smirk spreads. 

“you’re an obedient lil pup for such a spoiled bitch.” he chuckled, shoving his beefy hands under your top and pushing it and your bra up over your chest. you swear you can feel your panties dampen from the words alone, why did you like it so much? you open your mouth to respond, stammering over your speech. 

“i’m–i–i’m n-not—” 

“spit it out, pup.” he laughs, feeling at the round mounds you barely kept covered. they’re just as fat and soft as he knew they’d be, and his cock starts responding to your little whimpers as he massages you roughly, pulling and pinching at your nipples. 

“not a—not a slut!” you huff out despite the way you lean against the wall to relish his callused hands on you. he snickers again, the sound so mean it makes you pout up at him. it only makes his cock harder. he drops his hand to cup your pussy, earning a gasp from you. you bite down on your lip as he shoves your thong aside and crudely collects some of your slick on his digits. he clicks his tongue when he shows you, fluorescent lighting and your arousal making his fingers shine. 

“not a slut? then what’s this?” he arches a brow. “seems like y’r dribbling down y’r legs to me.” he taunts, pale pink lips stretching into a menacing grin. he doesn’t give you a chance to respond, shoving his fingers past your pout until they tickle the back of your throat and you gag. the sound makes him shudder a bit, and he’ll make sure you choke on his dick next time. “say it or i’m goin’ home. not giving my dick to liars.” 

you clean his fingers, intrigued by the sweet acidity of yourself. your eyes widen a bit at his threat, knowing you were defeated. his other hand tugs at your hard nipple again and you wince at the delicious pain. you pull off his fingers and resume that adorable pout. “guess i am–i’d do anything!”

he laughs and yanks your skirt up to your waist, letting his thick fingers play over your swelling clit tauntingly. “then beg for dick like the little whore you are.” he says in a faux-non-chalance. your breath hitches at his feather light touch and demeaning command, but as he steps back and pushes down his jeans, your mouth waters. 

“oh god–” you whine aloud, legs pressing together at him. he was huge, wrapped in bulging veins and gorgeous ridges. his black hair was trimmed around his base, full balls hanging low. you lick your lips at the sight of his hand closing around his shaft, and you gulp when you realize just how big he is, a massive hand not enough to contain him. “fuck. toji–please, i want you so bad.” you bat your lashes at him, fixated between his dick and his piercing stare. “may be a whore—just for you though, been waitin’ on you to notice me. “

oh, he noticed. you made it impossible not to, looking like pure sex every time he saw you—but the glossiness in your eyes and the slight bruising around your tits really brings it all together. he drops the baby changing table and looks to you. he does it so effortlessly you wonder for a second if he’s done this before, but it didn’t matter either way—you would be the most memorable for sure. 

“bend over.” he adds, the dark pools of lust taking over the greens of his eyes. you do as told, feeling embarrassed at your disheveled state as you lean over the table attached to the wall and part your legs, feeling his hand come down on your ass roughly. you squeal and jump a little bit before his hand snakes between your thighs to feel just how ready you were. “poor old man. gonna be so devastated.” 

“don’t care.” you whimper, wiggling your ass back to feel more of his cock as he slides it along your folds, stealing some of your wetness for himself. he chuckles, grabbing as much of your fat ass as his hand could hold. 

“course y’don’t. y’r my little whore.” he grunts, jiggling your cheek. “he’s right though. you really are a handful.” he chuckles at his own joke, aggressively shoving his thick cock past your tiny hole, cussing at the tight fit. “see? swallowing me up like it’s all y’r good for.” he huffs against your neck, leveraging his weight to snap his hips against you like he hates your guts. you’re clawing at the textured plastic under you, his pace absolutely brutal and ripping guttural cries from your throat. he reaches around to clap his hand over your mouth, not wanting anyone to come running thinking someone’s getting murdered back here. “loud slut too, hah?” 

you nod, rendered unable to do anything else. he pounds into you, jamming his leaking tip into the entrance of your cervix, sending blissful pain shooting through your body. he was even better than you imagined, tingles shooting everywhere and blurbs of white floating across your eyes. your arms start to wobble as you hurtle towards your orgasm, and toji reaches out–making a ponytail out of your hair to pull on, snapping your back into a deep arch. he grunts at the vision before him, your pussy was gripping him like nothing he’d ever experienced. 

“never fucked a whore cunt like yours–maybe i’ll cum real deep in it so i can keep you.” 

you clench at that and he tosses his head back to groan, amazed by the recoil of your ass and the choke of your walls. you whimper in his hand, the idea of feeling his cum was so hot to you—you couldn’t possibly delay your own release any longer. he feels you still, your pussy spasming around him as your body goes completely limp. you still make your little noises of approval as he uses you. 

“aw, you liked that, huh? you’re nasty, bitch.” he chuckles deeply now, cock twitching in your womb. but he’s just as bad, fantasizing about how you’d tell your father that news, how he’d do anything it took to see your slutty body grow into a motherly one. he paints your walls in thick, hot ropes, stilling inside you. “guess megumi could always use a sibling.” 

he pats your ass with something akin to affection and slides out, watching beads of his seed trickle out. you pant and try to collect your thoughts, expecting to hear the lock of the stall click open and toji’s footsteps pad away from you—no doubt slipping back into the night to patrol for your father like usual. but moments pass, and you don’t hear anything other than you’re own breathing until he clears his throat again. 

“so. wanna get some food’r somethin’?” he thumbs at the corner of his lip anxiously, and you swear you can see the hint of a blush on his nose. so this is the part that makes him nervous? 

“huh? you tryna be my boyfriend or my sugar daddy?” you giggle as he repositions your skirt on your hips. he rolls his eyes.  “more like your baby daddy, dollface.” he spanks your ass and opens the bathroom stall, letting the lady go first—showing you that he’s a perfect gentleman.

#kyleewritesjjk #kylee's kinktober event #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #toji smut #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #toji thirst #toji x you

[kapeeshkapoosh]

wallet problems

a/n: a little oneshot kind of thing, bc i keep sentimental pictures and stuff in my wallet and it’s my favourite thing

synopsis: gojo loses his wallet, but his mind is more occupied on you rather than his money.

contents: fluff, petnames(barf), 1k words, gojo being corny, y/n and gojo are married, not checked

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

“I don’t have my wallet on me..”

Gojo muttered dejectedly, feeling his jacket pockets only to be met with a flatness in the fabric. The trio of students looked at the white haired man blankly in response.

“So you invited us out to eat and didn’t bring your wallet?!” Nobara was first to break the silence, her teacher could only smile nervously, not really bothered by the threatening glint in her eye.

He gulped subconsciously, tuning out Nobara’s consistent cursing from his head.

How could he lose his wallet?

He brought it with him to work everyday, looked at it when he ate lunch alone, reminisced with it whenever he was on break.

With a sigh Megumi put some cash on the table, “I’ll pay this time.” He said blandly, stopping Nobara in her long threads of enraged sentences. With the sudden stop of noise, Gojo pushed back his worries for a second and flashed a smile.

“I’ll repay you Megs’!” Gojo stuck his tongue out playfully at the raven haired boy only to be returned with a slight furrow of his brows. “Anyway- have any of you guys seen my wallet around?”

“No? Have you left it at home Sensei?” Yuji asked, genuinely concerned for Gojo. Gojo thought for a second, “I can’t remember.”

“Ring Y/n, she could check for you.”

“Right, good thinking Megumi.” Gojo quickly jabbed your phone number into his phone, hearing it ring 4 times before you picked up.

“hello?”

“hi sweets! Do you know if my wallet’s at home?”

There was some rustling on the other side of the phone, he could hear you walking around the house.

“no, I don’t see it anywhere. Satoru did you really lose your wallet? You might’ve left it somewhere at school.”

“I’m not sure, but I’m sure I wouldn’t have left it at anywhere else but our home!”

You huffed on the other line, he could tell you were rolling your eyes at him.

“I’ll call you back if I find it ‘Toru.”

“thank you sugarplum!”

He could hear you slightly laugh at the pet name before ending the call.

“So?” Nobara asked inquisitively - who else was supposed to pay for her shopping?

“funny thing, but I think I’ve lost it!” He exclaimed in a chirpy tune, his conscience eating his brain fully. Megumi scoffed and Yuji could only laugh at Nobara as she fell dull.

“How about we just go back to school then?” Gojo suggested carefreely, however he creased his eyebrows anxiously as he thought on where he could’ve left it.

♡

As you ended the call, you groaned in response. It wasn’t normal for Gojo to leave something behind, but usually if he did it would be for a stupid reason. Most of the time he would pull the act so you would show up at school, but this time you could tell from his voice that he was actually worried.

You started searching for a bit, looking in all possible places until you gave up and carried on with your day.

Whilst you were fixing a snack later that day, you popped open the fridge for some juice only to see the problem behind your stress today. With a sigh, you picked up the strangely dark leather wallet and the box of kikufuku next to it.

Now you had to go drop it off, as you stumbled into your car, you rung his phone. It didn’t even ring once before instantly being picked up, excitement gliding through his voice.

“Did you find it?!”

“yes Satoru I did.” You laughed as you heard him sigh in relief, “I’m coming over to drop it off now.”

“Thank you my sweetie weetie pumpkin spice-“

“Satoru!” He went quiet, “save it for later.” You giggled, making at turn to the school.

“Whatever you want Y/n.” He said playfully.

“don’t be upset you crybaby, I’ll be there soon.”

“okay you bully, love you?”

“love you too Satoru.” You laughed as you heard him giggling like a highschool girl, “see you in a bit.”

“goodbye my loveeee.”

“Satoru end the call, I’m driving.”

“no you first!”

“Satoru!”

—————

The school was quiet as it usually was, with the slice of laughter and noise coming from the training grounds. There Gojo was with his students, probably spewing some nonsense as he waited for your arrival.

As you walked over, with both the kikufuku and wallet in hand, Gojo’s eye lit up.

He smiled happily at you, waving excitedly as if he had a small crush on you. “Y/n!”

You cracked a small laugh as you made your way over, greeting the students.

“Here’s your wallet and kikufuku.” You put out both items, expecting him to take the snack first.

Instead, Gojo quickly took the wallet from you, opening it up and sighing contentedly as he saw what was inside.

“What?” You asked, Gojo only shrugged at you before pushing the wallet safely into his jacket pocket. “Did you think I ransacked your wallet Satoru?” You questioned teasingly, amused at his exaggerated expression of relief.

“nope!” He pops the ‘p’ as he’s always done, “Just had a lil’ something important in here, can’t risk losing it sweets!” He then leaves a giddy peck on your cheek, leaving you confused and curious as to what was so important in his wallet.

Then Gojo took the kikufuku from you, munching on it ravenously as he always does.

-He had originally placed his wallet next to the kikufuku in the fridge so that he wouldn’t forget his snack, but instead he forgot both his wallet and food.

-

Later that night, when Gojo was long gone in sleep, you reached over to his night stand. Quickly swiping his wallet noiselessly. You then open the black leather wallet, unusually dull for the lively man.

You were taken aback as you saw the familiar film from yours and Gojo’s first date at the arcade.

‘This is what he was so worried about?’ You scoffed, unable to help the lovesick smile on your lips. Satisfied, you closed the wallet and returned it back into it’s place.

‘He’s an idiot’ You thought.

You had an exact copy of the film in your own wallet.

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[luveline]

hello pretty!! i’ve been away from your blog for the past few days so i’m not sure if your requests are open or closed. if they’re closed, ignore this. however, if requests are open, do you think you could write something about the reader finding their picture in steve’s wallet? like steve asks reader to grab his wallet and she realizes that her picture is sticking out? maybe on the back of the pic it says like “my girl <3”

thank you so much for your request! you find your photo in steve's wallet ♡ fem!reader | 1.2k words

"We're gonna be late," you say gently. 

Steve, evidently not feeling quite as calmly about it as you do, sends you a remarkably handsome glare. "I know." 

You know that he knows. "Just making conversation, sweetheart." 

He softens at your tone and pet name, pausing in his frantic tying of his shoelaces to smile. "How mad do you think he'll be?" 

"It's Lucas. He won't mind, he's…" You take a step toward him where he's sitting on the bottom step to stroke his hair, though you're careful not to mess it up. "Forgiving." 

You tuck a rogue lock of hair behind his ear and he moves upward into your hand, a stolen moment of affection that you certainly can't afford. He's lovely — how can you not get lost together like this? And you feel so lucky that he not only indulges but encourages these gaps in the day. 

"You're pretty," he says. 

You gasp near fanatically and kiss the top of his head. "You don't have your wallet, do you?" you ask into his hair. 

The both of you laugh at his having been caught. "You do look pretty!" he calls as you ascend the stairs behind him. "I wasn't lying!" 

Steve leaves his wallet everywhere. The car on the daily, his room practically every time you try to leave the house together. He's even left it on his seat at the movies a handful of times. Because he's nice and sweet and you kind of really like him (he's your boyfriend and you love him), you've become his wallet-keeper, of sorts. If he doesn't know where it is, you do. 

You bounce up the steps and into his bedroom, the evidence of your sleepover mostly cleaned away but lingering. The smell of your deodorant and perfume, your dirty pyjamas in his laundry basket, the cup of water he'd brought you this morning on the bedside table. You pull open the drawer and watch the glass ripple with the movement, his wallet exactly where you'd figured it would be next to a box of something you'd rather not share and your hairbrush. 

You notice one of your discarded socks hiding just under his desk and bend to pick it up quickly, but Steve's wallet tumbles out of your hand in your hurry, and coins fly everywhere. 

"You okay?" he calls. 

"Are you putting your jacket on?" 

"Don't change the subject!" 

"Are you?" 

You can hear his low grumbling from here. 

You fall down to your knees and scrabble for his lost change, cents and quarters splayed over the floor. Once you've scooped them into a pile, you push open his wallet with your free hand and shepherd the change back into the little coin pocket, making sure to zipper it closed and avoid what just happened happening again. 

Scatterbrained idiot, you think fondly. Total ditz.

That's when you notice the photo tucked behind his clear panel. Despite knowing more often than not where Steve's wallet is, you don't look inside it unless he asks you to get a five real quick. There's no need to flatten it out, and so you've never seen the photo he keeps inside. 

It's a candid photo of you. You're facing toward him but looking out the window as the first snow of the season came down thick and fine as powdered sugar, a day from your first Christmas together. You'd been in total awe, your hand reaching toward him as it is in the picture, your lips pursed around his name. 

Look, Steve, it's snowing. 

You'd heard the subsequent click of the camera and his flirting remark. "Beautiful. And the snow doesn't look half bad, either." 

Has he had this photo in there since Christmas? How often does he look at it? 

Does he show other people? 

You pull the photo from it's walled casing and flip it over to see if you're right about when it was taken, but Steve has neglected to add the date. All he's written is 'my girl' in his chicken scratch scrawl. It feels painstakingly tender anyhow.

You can imagine him with his open wallet pressed to his chest and a proud smile stretched over his lips. That's my girl. 

"Baby?" Steve calls. 

You slap his wallet closed and pull up onto footing made wobbly by giddiness. "Sorry, I'm coming," you say, pushing out of his room. When he sees you at the top of the stairs, he grins. 

"Get lost?" he asks mildly, extending his hand. 

You intertwine your fingers for those last few steps, an unnecessary contact. He lets your hand drop as soon as you've made it to the front door. 

"I dropped it and all your change exploded." 

"You could've left it. I would've picked it up later." 

You open the front door and turn so you're walking backwards slowly. Steve locks the door. 

"I saw what's in your wallet." 

"Yeah? What's the verdict? Think I need to pick up the graveyard shift?" 

You stop as he turns around. The breeze whips at his hair and jacket, and his cheeks are sensitive to the cold. He looks cute with a blush. 

"The photo. I didn't know you kept my photo in your wallet." 

Steve's smile turns sticky-sweet. Like honey, his lips barely part as he says, "Of course I do." 

Of course he does? Fuck, he really doesn't understand the effect he has on you even know. You try to hold your breath and keep in a flattered laugh, but it bubbles up quick and light, a peel of happy giggles. "Oh, no," you murmur to yourself. 

"It's a really good photo." 

"No, it's nice." 

"Then what's wrong?" 

He crosses the last of the pathway to meet you in the middle. 

"Nothing's wrong," you clarify, hands cold as Steve pulls them into his own, "I just didn't know you did that. I love you." 

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I love you too. A lot. Obviously I keep you in my wallet." 

He holds his arms out in preparation as you fall into him, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm. He pretends you've knocked the wind out of him, leaning backward under your weight. The facade doesn't last long. He groans, his 'I'm really happy and you're really close to me' groan, ducking his head back. You do the same, holding his baby brown eyes. His returning smile is so loving, so disgustingly, overwhelmingly cheesy that you feel quite winded yourself, and you have just enough time to laugh breathlessly before he's leaning down to kiss you chastely. 

He pecks you twice for luck, lips dotting tiny kisses all the way to your ear as he pulls you in tight for another hug. His cheek fits perfectly against your forehead. 

"We're gonna be really late, aren't we?" you ask softly. 

"No." He rubs his cheek against your forehead. "Yeah, maybe. Wanna call it quits?" 

You get your arms hooked behind his neck. "Not a chance," you chastise. Though, if you're honest, around Steve your resolve becomes thin and brittle as sugar paper. If he asked you again, you'd say yes. 

You don't give him the option. "C'mon, loverboy. We have a basketball game to catch." 

If you cling to him the entire time, that's nobody's business but yours. 

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[riatheghoul]

Tear You Apart

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x Black Reader

Song: Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Warnings: smut, angst, and slightly suggestive, p in v, lots of praise but slight degradation, use of the pet names: sweet girl, baby, and doll for the reader and baby for Eunwoo ([plz let me know if i missed something)

Word Count: 1,245

request(?): this is a request by the lovely @blowingcookies

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION ALSO UNEDITED

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224 @heeyboooo

“Who was that?” he questioned cold as ice pushing into you slowly making sure that you felt every inch of him. “I- mmmmmm fuck~” you stammered. “Come on sweet girl I know your trying to save him, but you need to fess up.” He said as he began pounding into your desperate cunt, trying to get as much information out of you. What information? you might ask, well A few nights ago you decide to go out partying just to see if you can find someone to mess around with for the night seeing as you got dumped by Eunwoo about 2 months ago.

The club was loud and packed which meant you could definitely find some one that would be ok with a one-night stand or even a sneaky link while you begin to settle into the single life. After smoking the scenery out someone caught your eye, he’s tall, and his eyes are so pretty.  The next thing you knew he was kissing you in the middle of the club. “Let me take you somewhere private” he insisted you nodded and let him know that you guys can go to your place because it close. He nodded and few minutes later you guys were out the door.

The next morning you woke up for breakfast and you and him talked about arrangement’s moving forward. You guys were going to strictly fuck and nothing else. Now before anything he wasn’t near as good as Eunwoo, but you need someone just as of right now and he was the closest and prettiest option. He agreed then finished his food while you made the call to Eunwoo asking for some weed since you knew he sold it on the side just for pocket money. He said sure and that he was in the way.

Your link let you know that he had to leave so you walked him out. You guys got each other’s number, and he kissed your cheek as a goodbye. While he was pulling away you noticed a black car parked in front of your place and Eunwoo smoking out of his car window with annoyance practically written on his forehead. You shooed your boy toy away and as soon as he took off you got into Eunwoo’s car.

You know by the way he looked at you that he was fuming you let him burn holes into the side of your head. You didn’t want to look at him because you knew that you wouldn’t leave this car walking straight if you did. He took at breath and let it out while telling you to price he wanted, and you grabbed your wallet spit of your hoodie pocket and gave him the cash. After handing you the bag you reached for the door “Hold it” he demanded you sat back down in the passenger seat mentally cursing to yourself.

“Here” he handed you a pre roll “Share this with me” he said voice laced with guilt, but you could hear something else in there it sounded like longing. You thought about it and decided to share it with him. Maybe you guys could have closure for your relationship. He lit it taking a nice strong hit then passed it to you. After a few more hits and him talking to you about how guilty he felt about leaving you and why he did it. He said that he didn’t want to hurt you with his side hustle and things were getting a little crazy.

You understood completely you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him and he always told you that when shit goes south, he doesn’t want you connect to him in any way. You told him that you were only upset because he didn’t communicate that that was the reason he wanted to break up with you and that you would have understood then and that you understand now. He grabbed your hand caressing it with his thumb and that was the start of everything.

Before you even said the word, he was slamming your house door shut locking it while kissing you like he missed you because he did. He grabbed your hair tugging it to make you look up at him “You know you’re in trouble, right?” He said bluntly you nodded a little confused but pushed all of that aside, you needed him. “Good now jump.” He instructed and you did what you were told. He carried you to your bedroom leaving hickeys wherever he could put them. You bit your lip holding back the moans that were desperate to escape.

Once he laid you down gently, he caressed your throat with his thumb “do you remember your safe word pretty?” he asked with a small bit of concern. “Yeah, I remember it butterflies.” You said reiterating it to him he grinned at you “good girl I’m so proud of you honey.” He praised. You felt a whole zoo in your stomach as you watched him kiss down your body. You squirmed under him, hands running through his hair watching him get lower and lower. “Are you gonna be good and take what I give you?” he questioned and you nodded vigorously “please I need it so bad~” you begged pleading with your eyes.

He smirked that damn smirk that made the hairs on your body stand attention. You knew you were in for a long night and boy were you right. He’d been edging you for about 2 hours now your were babbling but you knew that he wasn’t going to let you cum until he got a name. “What the name doll? I’m not gonna let you sum until I get his name” he insisted slowing down his strokes mentally giving you a few minutes to answer him. “devon, his name is devon now please let me cum” you pleaded and he started speeding up “Did he know that you like you like your right hand behind your head when you fuck because it hits your favorite spot? Huh?”

He asked putting your leg behind your head fucking you deeper and deeper with each stroke “You’re mine do you hear me? I don’t care how many times he made you cum last night you belong to me.” Your face twisted with the overwhelming pleasure running through your body. You shook your head “no shit baby please don’t stop~” you cried “good, god baby I missed you so much” he groaned. You grabbed him slamming his lips on to yours you pulled away arching your back off of the bed “I’m gonna cum baby” your breathing got faster and faster as he sped up “I’m gonna cum too pretty where do you want it?” he asked putting he forehead to your so he could get a better angle of you taking him “inside please~”

He groaned watching your face as you came all over him moaning his name over and over again. That was enough for him, and he came coating your insides with his seed. While he was catching his breath he wouldn’t stop whispering praises to you. Once you caught yours you snuggled up to him “Just promise me something, okay?” you said grabbing his attention “anything” he answered with out a second thought “just promise me you won’t leave me like that again” you said while yawning snuggling further closing your eyes “I promise” he answered.

A/N (before official post): this is a request by the lovely @blowingcookies thank you so so much mwahhh

A/N (after official post): i honestly didn't want to post this in the poor of condition i feel like it needs more work but let me know i just want to make sure i do this justice i hope you like it @blowingcookies ok byeeeee~

dividers cred: @saradika-graphics and @anitalenia

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[criminalmindswhore]

I am lost.

TW: alcohol abuse, general sadness, depression

This is gonna be a long one, I don't feel like making it into different parts

When you joined the BAU you were coming out of a pit of depression you didn't even know you were in. You didn't join in on jokes, go to Ross's for dinner, and rarely smiled. After a month or so you started to come out of your depression, finally feeling supported by those around you. Emily always made sure you had a full cup of coffee when she refilled hers. Reid always brought you a rock or something from his lunch break walks. Garcia would send you pictures of flowers after hard cases. Hotch even hugged you once. JJ became like an older sister to you. She was only a few years older than you but she became your main support. Emily and her went out of their way to make sure you three always shared a room on cases to make sure you slept and showered.

Recently you could feel the darkness creeping in on you again. You were working so hard to prove yourself to everyone, Strauss, Hotch, and most importantly your mom. The things that usually brought you joy, like running with Morgan, no longer brought you any joy. Morgan picked up on it when you started flaking on him most mornings. He would get a text at 3 a.m., "I'm not gonna make it to our run this morning, I think the takeout we got in Georgia isn't agreeing with me, sorry!" Reid noticed when you stopped bringing lunch to work, insisting you would eat a big dinner. You two always ate together after his walk, debriefing from the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy. He didn't like the show but he watched it to connect to you.

Emily noticed when you guys were in New York for a case. She texted you to let you know Hotch dismissed everyone for the night and she wanted to grab dinner with you. When you didn't answer by the time she got to the room she assumed you were in the shower, but the shower wasn't on. "Hey, have you seen Y/N?" JJ looked up from her book concerned, "No, she disappeared when we got back. I assumed she was meeting you or Morgan." Emily shook away the slight panic and picked up her phone and wallet. "I'm gonna go ask Morgan." JJ nodded, "Keep me updated." Emily nodded and bit her lip.

"No, she said she was gonna go grab a drink and head to bed." Morgan shrugged. Reid perked up behind him, "Is she okay? She's been acting weird." Emily sighed in their doorway, "I don't know. I'm gonna talk to her." Morgan smiled at her, "Just let me know if I need to do anything, princess." Emily took the comfort he was offering by using the pet name. She left their room and walked down to the hotel bar. Lo and behold there you were, sitting at the bar whiskey in hand looking empty. She sighed and walked over to you, taking her place on the stool next to you. You didn't acknowledge her just kept swirling your glass. "Y/N, what's going on?" She took the glass from your hands and asked the bartender for water. You sat up and looked at her offended, "Can I not just have a drink after a long day of tracking down this psycho?" Your tone was straight and a little mean. Emily knew the anger wasn't directed at her and her gaze softened seeing the bags under your eyes. "Y/N you need to talk to me," her tone was soft and gentle. "I don't know what to tell you, Emily. I'm fine, if you don't trust me to have a drink alone maybe you should check yourself." You snatched the glass off the bartop and shot it back, drinking it all in one go. Emily took a deep breath, "Everyone is worried about you. Your regressing back into the person we met when you joined the team. We study behavior for a living Y/N/N." You glared at her, "You all profiled me?" The bartender set down water and slid your tab over to you, exposing how much you've drank. Emily took notice of the 8 whiskeys on your tab and how you left a way too high tip. "Drink the water." Emily's tone was stern and you knew she wouldn't let you leave until you drank it all. The water was cold and kept the burning anger from taking over. "Emily I'm fine." You were completely dejected from her, not even looking at her now.

"That's a lie." Emily was not going to give it up tonight and you knew it. "Either you tell me, or I go to Hotch right now." There was too long of a pause and Emily went to stand. You grabbed her hand, "Fine, just don't get Hotch, please. Being taken off this case would make things so much worse." She sat back down and held onto your hand. You took a deep breath. Everything in you screamed not to tell her, to shut her out, but the look in her eyes pulled all your walls down. "My depression has been bad again and I've been drinking a lot. I've never drunk on the job or been intoxicated at work. I just needed something to make me less numb. I feel so empty all the time except when I'm at work or with you." Emily could see the pain in your eyes, "I think I slept with the director's daughter too but I don't remember. Obviously, it didn't help. It honestly made it worse because it solidified something I've been fighting for months." Emily's heart broke slightly hearing you slept with someone but she shoved it away. "Y/N you could've come to me or JJ or anyone. You are not a burden to us and we want you happy and healthy. Even if it means late-night talks or teary phone calls. We are here for you, don't shove us out. Do you know what triggered this?" You nodded sadly, gripping her hand tighter, "Hotch rejected three of my reports because I didn't write them properly one night when I was on hour 45 with no sleep. It sent me down a spiral of proving myself and overworking." Emily smiled at you, "Y/N, that happens to all of us, it doesn't make you any less of a good agent." You laughed, "Yeah logically, but my brain doesn't think logically when it comes to me. I can think logically about everyone else's issues, but never my own." Emily grabbed your chin and made you look at her, "You have nothing to prove, we all know you're amazing at this job. Y/N you need to get help with this beautiful brain of yours." She smiled sadly at you. Tears started slipping from your eyes, your drunken brain not realizing you were crying. She wiped a tear from your cheek, "Let's go to bed, and we game plan tomorrow okay?" You nodded at her.

She pulled you from your seat, never letting go of your hand. She took the time in the elevator to send Morgan a text, 'I got her. She's okay. Talk more in the morning.' You were swaying to the elevator music, feeling lighter now that you've told someone you were struggling. "You're gonna fall over." Emily laughed at your drunken state, and you shook your head. "Em, I got this." Just as the elevator stopped you slipped and she caught you by the waist. The closeness of your faces took you both back. Your breath hitched which didn't go unnoticed by the raven-haired beauty. You stood up and cleared your throat, Emily smiled to herself. You were so beautiful to her in every way. Even in all the darkness that swam in your eyes, she could see the goofy girl you were inside. She opened the room door for you and JJ perked up, "Y/N! I missed you! Wanna cuddle?" You laughed at her and pulled PJs from your bag. "Let me change first and then all 3 of us can lay together?" Your voice slurring was all she needed to know. While attempting to take your shirt off you almost toppled over. "Here let me help you Y/N." Emily grabbed the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to consent. You nodded and just stared at her face while she took off your shirt and helped you change. She was the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. After you were changed you wiggled into bed between Em and JJ. You turned on a movie but immediately fell asleep holding Emily like a teddy bear. JJ smiled at you, "Is she slipping again?" She asked, not really wanting to know the truth. "Yeah, she was 7 deep when I got there. She told me everything. She slept with the director's daughter." JJ grimaced and Emily had a look of horror on her face. "You told her yet?" JJ had a childlike excitement on her face, Emily giggled shaking her head, "Not yet, not while she's vulnerable like this. Soon though once we get our girl through this." JJ smiled, she genuinely loved the idea of her two best friends being together. Emily told her about her crush on you immediately encouraging her to tell you.

Emily came over when you got back from New York and helped you clear out the many, many, empty bottles of alcohol you had collected. "Y/N, this is a little absurd, I counted 4 bottles in the bathroom alone." You toyed with the hem of your slacks, "Yeah if you buy in bulk at the store on 34th street it's cheaper." A month later you felt like yourself again. Emily spent the night a lot when you felt dark, she would hold you while you cried and would make sure you ate. Morgan would start showing up at your apartment for runs instead of meeting, forcing you out of bed. JJ started sending you home with notes and drawings from the boys. Reid bought you a few crystals that he swears work with depression.

One night you, JJ, Garcia, and Emily were at your apartment watching movies and building a Lego set of a piano. It was getting late so you wished JJ and Garcia a good night before returning to Emily on the couch. You sat beside her and looked at her. She looked at you from her phone and saw tears forming in your eyes. She immediately set her phone down and grabbed your hands, "Hey, what's wrong?" She looked concerned, ready to jump into action, and then you smiled. "I just feel so loved and it's a new feeling for me. The whole team has done so much for me this month to help me. I just feel so much better and I can't thank you guys enough." Emily felt tears in her eyes, she was so happy you felt loved and better. "Y/N, we would give the world for you. At least I know I would." You turned to face her on the couch, now crisscross apple sauce. "Emily, thank you." You pressed a simple kiss on her cheek. She relished in the feeling, her cheeks turning bright red. You gaped at her, "Miss Prentiss are you blushing?" She closed her eyes and winced, "Yeah?" You cackled, "You're being so soft right now, who are you?" She opened her eyes and stared directly into yours, now was the right moment. You were stable, one month sober, and making jokes again.

"I'm a woman in love with you."

Your heart exploded, she loved you. Before you had time to think you cupped her face and kissed her. Her hands went to your waist. Your lips felt exactly as she imagined they would, soft, and plump and you tasted like strawberry lip balm. You pulled away but kept her face close, "Emily Prentiss, I love you." She smiled and a tear slipped down her cheek. At that moment, foreheads touching, the pieces of your life snapped into place. Her fingers traced patterns on your hips, her soft face in your hands.

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader #derek morgan #spencer reid #jennifer jareau

[tgrailwar-zero]

... leaving aside the fact that some Servants have categorically, measurably better luck than others... do we even have enough cash to blow on gambling?

... is there a signup fee for the Flaming Bout or can we just put out hat in the ring?

.... Caster, Caster, dear beloved empress, why did you make me think about gambling- now I wanna test my luck... the slot machines are calling to me... the poker tables are calling to me... the roulette wheels- well maybe not the roulette wheels, but...

Rider, please be a voice of reason on this...

NERO: "I cannot relate to those urges that you and Saber seem to have. I only like games of chance if I win. Who wishes to lose money? Money is to be spent, not wasted."

CONSTANTINE: "I get the feeling there's no stopping you all. I'll watch the little one and wait in the lobby, maybe ask around. Don't spend too much in one place, like you said we don't know if there's an entrance fee yet. Just… be careful."

CONSTANTINE: "Not a bad idea. I'll see what I can find related to our Pharaoh, and keep the little one with me. I'd rather the child not get caught up in the gambling."

MUSASHI: "I'll keep them safe, okay?"

CONSTANTINE: "Oh, like it's just them I'm worried about? You stay out of trouble too, Saber."

With that, he stepped off on his own, taking the little guy by the hands.

(CONSTANTINE has temporarily left the party!)

She feigned a deep gasp, as if gravely offended.

MUSASHI: "I don't cheat, I strategize. And I'm better at swordfighting. Playing cards would be fun, but I probably couldn't pull a ton off without a plan first. Or... what's it they say in modern movies? 'Casing the joint'?"

That was about right. The voice matched up.

Your Assassin, OKADA IZOU...

ASSASSIN... he was surly, loyal to a fault, and had horrible gambling luck. Far from the most heroic of individuals, but he wasn't an unpleasant person to be around-- when he was in a good mood at least.

He was also notoriously bad at gambling, and yet notoriously obsessed with it, if your memory served you right.

Outside of the 'black box' prison, he had also died at the hands of KARNA after killing ASCLEPIUS, but considering those memories were much less clear, it was best to remember the good times like 'Grail Force'.

IZOU was a blade, coated with blood and grime, but as effective as even the most luxurious of swords.

Approaching the table, you could see that he wasn't in the best of moods or situations.

IZOU: "Hey… mind loaning me a few bucks? Not a lot, just enough so I can afford this blind..."

GAUDY MAN: "Wahahaha! Why? What's the fun in winning my own cash back?"

GAUDY MAN: "However, if you really think you can pay me back… I'll loan it, with interest."

IZOU: "You're downright criminal, you know that?"

GAUDY MAN: "Come on, what if you win this time? And win big too, so that you actually turn a profit."

IZOU: "Bastard…"

Despite his cursing, you could already see him rummaging around in his wallet.

GAUDY MAN: "Attaboy. You need to spend money to make money, my friend. And see? Your goodwill has been rewarded by a couple of beautiful women and their pet ominous shadow gracing our presence."

They seemed to have noticed your arrival, looking up from the table as you, NERO, and MUSASHI approached.

OKADA IZOU, abruptly stood up, pointing in your direction. Or, more specifically, in MUSASHI's direction.

IZOU: "Saber? Saber, if that ain't you! Long time no see! I could never forget a pretty face like yours!"

It seems like he didn't pay much attention to you at the moment. You weren't exactly sure what you looked like previously, so there was a solid chance he just didn't recognize you.

MUSASHI: "I didn't think you'd be here, Assassin. How are things?"

IZOU: "Ah, the summonin' is a new deal. But... Say, do you and your rich-looking friend have some PPT you can loan an old pal? I swear I'm good for it."

MUSASHI: "Straight to asking for money? Assassin… take the war out of the picture and you're just sort of a slimeball, huh?"

IZOU: "C'mon, you're breakin' my heart here."

NERO: "As far as men go, I'd opt to call them both unsavory in very different ways."

GAUDY MAN: "Well, 'Assassin', don't just start up a conversation without introducing me. Especially in the company of such lovely ladies and their... well, dark and looming bodyguard, I presume?"

The man by IZOU spoke up, lightly clapping the Assassin on the back. He had a roguishly charismatic air about him, and seemed as slick as he was strong. He had the eyes of a schemer, similarly to CASTER.

DURYODHANA: "My name is Duryodhana, a pleasure. Though, when I grace the battlefield, the crowds have taken to calling me 'Jishnu'. It means 'Triumphant', where I hail from. I know, I know, it's a lot, but what can I say? The people call it as they see it."

MUSASHI: "Nice to meet you. You can just call me 'Saber', for now."

NERO: "I am Emperor Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus. Though Emperor Nero will suffice."

DURYODHANA: "An Emperor? Well, how about that? I'm royalty myself! How about some drinks for our new friends? I've come into quite a windfall recently thanks to my swordsman friend here, you see. Hahahahaha!"

DURYODHANA flagged down some of the waitstaff as he cackled heartily, as IZOU placed a hand on his blade, smiling wickedly.

IZOU: "Oh, fuck off… I'll kill you, you know? Stab you right through that exposed gut."

DURYODHANA: "I'd love to see you try."

The two men, the former with the eyes of a killer and the latter with the glare of a demon, stared at one another.

There was a moment of tension where you really thought they actually would slaughter each other in the middle of this casino, before they both laughed and clinked their drinks together.

#thgw story #thgw: chapter 6 #main post

[turcott3]

Complicated?

cole caufield x fem best friend!

masterlist

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cole and i have been best friends as long as i can remember but lately the line between friends and lovers seemed to be blurred. recently, he invited me to move in with him which i can’t say i didn’t see coming considering he was living on his own. the last few days i’ve spent unpacking stuff into my closet and adding my own touch to the apartment, which cole seemed to enjoy because his style wasn’t exactly right for decorating a whole apartment on his own.

“i think i pretty much got everything ready,” i say stepping back with my hands on my hips, staring at the picture collage i had just hung on an empty wall.

“wow that looks great.” he replies stepping up next to me and crossing his arms. every time he’s close this close to me i get nervous. our relationship had become complicated whether either of us wanted to admit it or not. it was a wall full of pictures of us together, with our families, our pets at home. it truly added a homey touch to the place. my eyes were drawn to the picture of cole and his precious dog olive, whom i could tell he misses greatly.

“what if we got a dog?” i ask abruptly.

“what?”

“what if we got a dog? like today? like now? i can tell you miss olive it’s practically radiating off of you.” i say turning to him.

“i mean, we have the space for it.” he says letting his arms down and looking around the kitchen and living room.

“i’ll drive.” i say grabbing my keys off the hook and watching a smile grow on his face. i knew this would make him happy. i grab my purse and he grabs a hat and his wallet as we step out the door into the crisp winter air. as we arrive at the pet store, we wander the aisles picking out the necessities and toys before we went to the shelter to find our perfect match. at check out, he practically shoved me aside to pay for everything.

“cole this was my idea, you should let me pay.” i sigh.

“you’re lucky if i let you spend a dime today y/n.” he replies laughing while the woman reads off the total. that’s one example of our complicated relationship. as of recently, he has let me spend about a total of $15. it was never like this at home or even last year. once we pack everything in the trunk, he snatches the keys from me and jogs around the car to the drivers side.

“cole caufield.” i say still standing behind the trunk.

“y/n just get in the car.” he replies before shutting the door. i sit in the passengers seat as he sits there smiling like a doofus.

“what are you smiling at?”

“nothing.” he replies before starting the car and heading off to the shelter, which was a short drive. we step out of the car and walk in, arms linked.

“hi how can we help you today?” the sweet woman asks.

“we’re looking to adopt a puppy.” cole says proudly.

“perfect! it’ll be down that hall to your right.” the lady points and smiles.

“thank you maam.” i reply as we turn to go down the hallway and enter the mecca of puppies. instantly, a sweet little golden doodle runs and jumps on cole.

“awe hi pretty lady.” he says referring to the pink collar around her neck.

“she loves you.” i say leaning my head on his shoulder.

“i think she made this decision for us.” he replies still scratching her ears. i walk out of the room back to the desk to tell her our decision was made.

“we’d like the little golden doodle puppy with the pink collar.”

“isn’t she the sweetest, i’ll grab the paperwork for you real fast.” she says looking into a drawer. i wave cole over with the puppy in his arms, kissing all over his face. almost as fast as humanly possible, i sign my name all over the paper so we can take her home. the lady smiles at the obvious urgency of the signatures.

“isn’t she so lucky to have wonderful parents like you.” she smiles putting the paper into a file. cole and i look at each other and smile. parents. a striking word.

“thank you, have a wonderful day!” i say taking the puppy from cole as we exit the building.

“so we’re parents now.” cole says turning to me in the car before he turns it on.

“we are parents.” i reply and all he does is smile before pressing the start engine button.

“what about lia?” i ask.

“what? oh like for her name?” he replies.

“yeah, lia.”

“i love it.” he replies reaching over to pet her and then placing his hand on my thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth gently.

there it is again. complicated.

as we pull back into the parking garage, i put lia on her leash preparing to get out of the car. cole removes his hand from my leg, leaving it cold and bare. i already miss the warmth his body leaves on mine, even at a small touch. we walk back into the apartment.

“stay here with her and i’m gonna go back and get everything else ok?” cole asks me making sure i get settled on the floor with the puppy.

“ok.” i smile back up at him. i can see the warmth in his eyes. i sit and play with the puppy for a while as he gets the crate built beside me. once we have everything unpacked and set up, he starts the fire place and beckons her into his bedroom with him. i giggle at his somehow successful efforts and make myself comfortable on the couch. after about 15-20 minutes i bring it upon myself to go check on them since it had been rather quiet in there. quietly, i push the door the rest of the way open and see her curled up in front of his chest and his eyes lightly shut. the sweetest sight i’ve ever seen. i sneak closer to take a picture to send to my mom before i hear a quiet voice, “come cuddle y/n.”

this is something he’d never asked of me before. i snapped a picture right before he opened his eyes.

“y/n.” he repeats.

“yes cole?” i reply sitting down on the bed.

“cuddle with us?” he finally asks again opening his eyes to look at me. a smile spreads quickly on my face as i reach over stroke my fingers through his soft hair.

“ok.” i smile softly and lay down in front of him. i press my head to his as his arm wraps around my back gently, leaving comfortable space for lia between us. i feel warmth spread through my body just as it had in the car. my feelings for cole are real and undeniable.

“there’s no one else i’d ever get a puppy with.” cole giggles.

“i could easily say the same.” i reply as my face begins to burn red. he presses a short, sweet kiss to my forehead before drifting off to a light sleep with his head against mine.

maybe this isn’t so complicated after all.

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(this is quite literally based on a dream i had last night so hope you like it love you pookies😚)

#cole caufield #cole caufield imagine #turcs’ talk #i love him #i love cole caufield

[seeingivy]

hi this is really out of the blue andr andom but i was wondering if u had any hcs or js random thoughts about best friends older brother!sukuna? i would love to hear them but if u dont want to or anything just ignore this ask! ily ur writing is soo good!

hello my love 💌

DO I??? (yes, I do. he lives rent free in my head)

sukuna was a basketball player when they were in high school together. he easily made varsity when he was a freshman (which kind of explains why he was friends with juniors and seniors when he was a freshman) and was basically the star point guard

for senior night type games or championships, y/n and yuuji had to attend with their families and sukuna would feel some type of way about the fact that y/n had the teams colors smeared in glitter on her cheeks (and obv wore his number with the rest of his family)

y/n did yearbook. this meant that she was always at those high publicity type of events taking pictures - fun fact, she was actually at the senior prom that sukuna went to as a sophomore (and she took no pictures of sukuna + didn't talk to him while she was there)

sukuna hates matcha. he has to stomach it though because y/n can never finish her drink and he doesn't want it to go to waste (he would rather die than admit that after the third or fourth time it's starting to grow on him)

sukuna used to ride a motorcycle when he was studying abroad in europe/france.

when sukuna gets a motorcycle in tokyo, y/n gets a baby pink helmet and decorates it with ribbons to match. sukuna also buys her a nice quality leather jacket.

y/n is majoring in vet med! (sukuna hates cats but she will convince him one day to get one as a pet. he will then treat said cat like it's his child even though he didn't even want it in the first place)

sukuna's lockscreen is of y/n smiling at the camera! her's is of him wearing the skincare headband that she uses to hold her hair (he is glaring at the camera)

y/n and sukuna have a shared playlist - he listens to it while he's at work and she listens to it when she's walking to class. y/n likes to listen to olivia rodrigo/lana del ray/boygenius/clairo/girl in red and sukuna listens to a lot of old school rap (y/ns favorite ends up being old school drake)

y/n tells sukuna that her favorite song on the playlist is best I ever had and sukuna really loves there's a tunnel under ocean blvd.

besides y/ns ribbon on sukuna's car key and the lock screen, he also has a picture of her in his wallet (of her fast asleep in his bed)

mrs. itadori always used to joke that y/n would end up with her son and gave up the joke once it was kind of obvious that yuuji was gay (but her dream still comes true <3)

weirdly enough, megumi is a sukuna apologist. yuuji obv doesn't hate sukuna that much, there's a lingering love there, and megumi tries to coax him to let some of that stuff go.

y/n is not yet aware that her roommate mai is the sister of nobara's sneaky link. when they find out, it's ww3.

gojo and geto are way too involved in sukuna and y/ns relationship. they try to stalk both of their socials to get any more content and every time sukuna brings her up satoru makes his best efforts to not squeal.

sukuna is the closest to geto out of all of his coworkers.

#asks! #bsfs older brother sukuna!

[forgottenpeakywriter]

Cillian One Shot

Sweater

Pairing: Cilly× Reader

Summary: You go by this clothing shop in Ireland and see this sweater that Cilly has been always talking about. Also, you decide to buy it for him. Read more to see how he reacts.

Characters: You and Cilly

Warnings: None. Fluff, hugging, kissing, and complimenting.

Setting: Ireland and Cilly's house

Word Count:1,555

It was a nice day as you were walking down a street in Cillys hometown. The sun was bright as day. Sky was blue as Cilly's eyes. Making you feel wonderful.Also, many little shops and clothing stores line the street. Many people were out and about taking advantage of the beautiful day. Little kids playing with the little trees that line the sidewalks.

There was one shop that caught your eye. It was a clothing store that had a cool sweater. It was on display on a guy mannequin. You walk over to the window looking at it with awe. You've heard Cilly talk about this sweater. It was orange with black leather stripes sewn into it. Other thing it has zippers. You keep looking at it imagining your husband Cilly wearing it. An image of him wearing it appears in your mind. He stands there smiling at you. Plus his manly fore arms are on display in front of you. You stand there blushing like a young girl in love.

" He would look good in this", you think to yourself with a beaming smile on your face.

Then a lady from the shop approaches you. " Are you interested in the sweater?", she asks with a bright smile.

You snap out of your thoughts and look at her with surprise.

" Yes, I am, but how much is it though?", you ask with hestency in your voice. You squint your eyes waiting for an answer.

" It's 671 pounds", she says looking at you with a nod.

" I'll take it", you say happily patting your right thigh.

" Good, follow me this way", the lady says walking you inside.

You nod to her and follow her like a lost puppy with excitement in your eyes. You watch her get the sweater. She goes to the mannequin taking the sweateroff. Next she puts it in a brown box and wraps it.

" You paying with cash or credit miss?", she asks watching you.

" I'll pay with credit", you say getting your card from your wallet.

" Here you go", you say handing the card to her.

She takes the card and swipes it with ease.

" Here you go and have a nice day", the lady says handing the card back to you.

" You too", you say smiling at her grabbing your things.

You walk out of the store feeling good about your purchase. One is that the sweater was worth it for Cilly. Second he's going to love it to the earth and back. A few people nod to you as you walk back to you and Cilly's house. They all say ," Hi." An interesting mural catches your interest on a wall. You go to stand and look at it with wonder in your eyes. The mural was of a garden trail through a forest to you. Looking at it reminds you of Wizard of Oz because the mural has a brick trail in it, but it wasn't yellow. It was grey instead like concrete. Also, it has a cute little cottage shaped like a mushroom. You take your phone out getting a quick picture of it. Then you keep on walking putting your phone up.

As you near the brown cobblestone driveway, you start feeling excited like a kid getting their special prize. A jovial look appears on your face when you walk up the drive way. You can hear Scout barking at the door from inside. He was literally an alarm or doorbell to you and Cilly.

" It's ok Scout." " It's y/n boy", Cilly said going to the door opening it. Scout ran out the door to you with his tail wagging an hundred miles an hour. " Hey there Scout", you say petting his head standing for a minute. He licked your hand with a big smile on his face. " Let's get inside Scout before I catch a cold ok", you say putting your hands back to your side.

Scout twitched his head looking at you for a second. Then he followed behind you to the door. Cilly stood there with a smile on his face. " Hey baby", you say giving him a kiss.

" Hey love", he says kissing you back as you went inside.

" What you got there love?", Cilly asks looking at the package with curiosity closing the door.

Scout went to lay in front of the fireplace watching you two.

" It's a surprise baby", you say softly handing him the package.

" Thank you love", Cilly says with a smile taking it.

" Hmm.. what is it exactly?", Cilly asks opening the package as he sits on the sofa.

" I'm not gonna tell ya baby", you say cutely sitting next to him. You bat your eyelashes at him.

" I'll see love", Cilly says taking the brown paper off the box.

He sets the paper gently onto the oak table.

" I know this store love", Cilly says looking at the name on the box.

The name reads: O'Hara

" Is it by chance the sweater?", Cilly asks looking at you for a second.

You look at him without a word, with a grin on your face.

" I'll open it love", Cilly says with a smile.

He goes to lift the white shirt box open with a big smile on his face.

" I really love this sweater y/n ", Cilly says taking out the sweater looking at it.

" This is the one I've been looking at everyday for the past week", Cilly says touching the zipper area on the chest area.

" How about put it on Cilly", you say patting his leg gently.

" I'll change right here since it's me and you", Cilly says winking at you.

Cilly takes his blue sweater off placing it on your lap. You take in the sight of his freckled covered upper body. A blush forms on your face.

" Enjoying the view?", Cilly says playfully to you as he gets the orange sweater on.

" Yes indeed," you say smiling at him.

Cilly gets the sweater on and stands in front of you.

" What you think love?", he asks looking at you with his arms by his side.

" It suits you baby", you say looking him over.

You loved how the sweater fitted his manly body. The zipper on the chest and arm area looked very fitting. Plus the orange color suited his skin tone.

" Glad it does and thanks love for the sweater", Cilly says with a smile looking at you.

" Your very welcome baby", you say standing up looking into his eyes.

Cilly looks back into your eyes with a loving smile on his face.

" I love you y/n", Cilly says giving you a sweet passionate kiss.

" Love you too Cilly", you say softly after you kiss him.

" Can I take a picture of you in this sweater?", you ask biting your lip looking at him.

" Of course you can love." " I don't mind at all." " What poses and where you want to take a picture at love?", Cilly asks as he steps back looking at you.

" How about in front of the aqua colored curtain there", you say pointing to the curtain by the window.

You choose that spot because it had great lighting. Also, the aqua color goes with his orange sweater.

" That's a perfect area love", Cilly says going to it.

" How about put your left hand on your hip with your head leaned back a little", you say getting your phone from your purse.

" Will do my love", Cilly says smiling as he gets himself in the pose.

After you get your phone, you look back to him. " That's perfect Cilly", you say walking to him.

" I'm enjoying this y/n", he says playfully watching you.

" Let me know when you're ready for me to take a pic", you say getting your camera ready on your phone.

" I'm ready love", Cilly says giving you a sexy smile.

" Keep that pose baby", you say readying your finger on the circle button to take his picture.

Cilly listens to you and gives you a sexy pose. His pose looks like something out of a modeling magazine. He was a nautral for modeling to you. You take the picture with a press of the button.

" Perfect picture Cilly", you say walking over to him.

" Want to see?", you ask standing beside him showing the pic on the phone.

" Of course love", he says looking at the picture.

You smile as you look at the pic with him.

The picture radiated a loving warmth of love to you both.

" You're a natural at modeling Cilly", you say glancing back at him.

" Yes I am love." " That pic is awesome too love", he says looking back at you.

" Can I use it as a wallpaper or keepsake on my phone?", you ask him going to the sofa.

" Sure love." " It'll keep you company when I'm away you know", Cilly says with a chuckle walking to the sofa.

" Yes indeed baby", you say sitting down on the sofa.

He goes to join you on the sofa. You lean back on the sofa relaxing. " Want to cuddle y/n?", Cilly asks as he leans into you on the sofa.

" That would be nice", you say cutely pulling him closer to you.

Then the two of you cuddle enjoying each other's loving embrace.

The End

@look-at-the-soul @babayaga67 @thomasshelbee @adoresmiles @stevie75 @watercolorskyy @runnning-outof-time @theshelbyclan @theshelbyslimited @moral-terpitude @pherelesytsia @evita-shelby @julyzaa @shelbydelrey @notyour-valentine @dandelionprints @midnightmagpiemama @lyarr24 @babayaga67 @creativepawsworld @gypsy-girl-08 @allie131313 @kittycatcait219 @theoshelbyjones @theshelbyclan @madame-wilsonn @rangerelik @sydi22 @shelundeadxxxx

@frostingguruu @grungebabyblu @shaddixlife @elenavampire21 @midnightmystic

#cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian x y/n #cillian fluff

[jalwoorideul]

Just Heeseung and Kira things

The best of friends

Heeseung is the first person Kira runs to when she's having a difficult time

Practically because he can read her like a book and she can't hide anything from him

People were intimidated by him when they were trainees because he was the "ace" but Kira thought he was cute and harmless (HE IS TT_TT)

He's the most loyal best friend

When she goes missing or whenever she's out of sight, he'll be the first one looking for her and he wouldn't stop until he knows where she is

Would keep contacting her to ask her how she was feeling when she went on a 2-day hiatus during B-C promotions.

Helps her with her Korean when she's having trouble

Heeseung is the type of person that doesn't like talking about his problems and Kira knows that

So she just stays beside him (if he wants her to) until he finds the right time to open up

When she goes grocery shopping, he always asks her to buy him snacks or certain food. He keeps saying he'll pay for it when she gets home but he forgets to until Kira shakes it out of him.

But she'd let it slide most of the time, because she doesn't mind it anyway.

She isn't strong with spicy food so whenever she can't tolerate the spiciness of something she gives it to Heeseung

Watches him game when she's bored

Keeps a photocard of her in his wallet

Kira has a pet cat named Kuromi that stays at her father's home in Seoul and the cat hates him BDBUCHEHD

He had a crush on her and the only person who knows about it is Jay.

He barely updates on twitter and weverse and Kira posts pictures of him for the Heeseung biased.

Heeseung biased: "Kira our lord and savior, thank you for this blessing"

Called her "My Kirangi" one time and the heerangists and shippers would not shut up about it.

CALLS HIM BAMBI. A LOT.

"Bambi, have you seen my phone?" "Let's have lunch outside, Bambi" "Thank you, Bambi"

Biggest Kira ship for a reason because they've been sailing since i-land

#jalwoorideul: kira #kira.relationships #kira.writing #kpop additional member #kpop female oc #kpop oc #kpop female addition #enhypen x reader #enhypen female member #enhypen female oc #enhypen female addition #enhypen 8th member #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung au #heeseung fluff

[mini-sae]

Morphine :

The Homelander came to pay you a visit at the hospital.

He saved you from a car accident and Ashley told him that it would be great for his image if he took an interest on your recovery.

He never done that before, but with everything that had happened recently, It couldn't hurt.

So here he was. Sitting next to you, while you were still asleep with a needle in your arm.

- Are you sure she's going to be okay ? He asks to the doctor with a worried look on his face.

- Yes, don't worry. Just a broken rib. She's lucky you were there.

- Please, it's nothing.

He kept looking at your face while pictures were taken. But soon, he got tired of it.

- Listen folks. I think we should leave the lady alone. If she wakes up and sees all of us, I'm afraid she's gonna freak out.

The journalists agrees to leave the room and he was about to follow them but the doctor had obviously a death wish.

- You can stay with her if you want. I have other patients to take care of. It would be better if she's not alone when she wakes up.

Homelander took a look at the journalists then at the doctor.

- Of course. It will be my pleasure.

Smile as fake as his good intentions, he sits back while everyone exits the room.

What choice did he have ? He had to play along now he was here.

He looked at your face and had to admit that for a human, you were pretty enough.

But you were a nuisance. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be with you. If he knew, he would have let this car crush you.

Out of boredom, he started to snoop into your stuff. He emptied your bag and found your driving licence. your wallet, your keys, and other things...

That's when you started to wake up.

You were high on morphine but you were conscious.

- Well there she is. He said with annoyance.

You looked at him as if you did not recognize him.

- Don't tell me you have amnesia. I saved your life and spend most of my day with you.

- No, I remember. I... Do you want a hug ?

He looked as if you slapped him.

- Pardon me ?

You close your eyes. You were drifting to sleep again.

He came closer to you and gently tap your cheek, twice.

- No, no. Open your eyes. What did you just say ?

You sniffle and try to keep your eyes open.

- Do you want a hug ? I always want a hug. Cuddles. I...

It was hard to stay awake. You felt so good right now.

- Hey. Stay with me.

This time, it was easy to keep your eyes open. His gaze was so intense that you were glued to it.

- You want to cuddle ?

There was no mockery in his voice. No threats, no anger. Just curiosity.

Of course you wanted to cuddle. You are such a clingy person. But it's something you usually keep private.

- Yes, I do. You hear yourself saying.

The Homelander stands abruptly and for a second, you fear him.

But he just pushes you a little and lays down next to you. Not in a protective manner though. His head is at your chest. His arm around your body and his leg on yours.

You instinctively put your arms around him. You're petting his hair with one hand and his arm with the other.

He can't believe what's happening right now. Not so long ago, he wished he let you die, and now, he was resting in your arms.

He doesn't remember being held this way. With sincerity. By someone who just need to hold someone else.

He hears your heart slowing down and knows that you fell asleep again.

But that's okay. He knows there will be a lot of cuddling to come.

#homelander #fic #fluff #story #theboys #x reader

[cursivebloodlines]

☎️ - dougie <3

Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You:

What My Muse Has For Your Muse’s Contact Info:  Better half<3 he definitely didn't change it because he was probably in denial for the LONGEST time. Like he probably went months she'll come back and they can talk. (until 2 years passed but still). and the longer he went without hearing from her, he just forgot to change it because he's not really one to mess around with contact names. But I don't think he would even if he wanted to. Maybe he would get to the part where he changes it but cancels it without saving it. It's too hard.

What Their Ringtone Is:  Heart by Sleeping At Last. Because the lyrics are sweet and he's in his feels. He doesn't really bother with ring tones tbh but for a select few like Laurel, he would :) and he couldn't bring himself to change it after she left because there was a part of him hoping she would call, that he would hear that ringtone and he would be so so willing to have her back. But of course, that didn't happen. So he never felt the need to change it because it wasn't like she was going to call him out of the blue after 2 years!

The Last Text They Sent Your Muse: There...were a few to say the least. 'Last' doesn't really cut it to here we go: Hii my love, just checking in because you said you'd be back for dinner but you're not here? Is everything okay? <3 Love you :) xxxxxx // Just checking you're still aliveee! Don't worry about dinner, if you got waylaid we can do dinner another time :) please let me know you're okay? Please? x //  Laurel, it's been a few days and I'm worried. I've left you a bunch of voicemails and your inbox isn't full yet so I know you must be listening to them so at least you're alive. Did I do something wrong? I love you, please come over so we can talk. Doug x // i've been going over every conversation we had, trying to think where i went wrong. if i've said something to upset you i'm so so sorry. please, laurel, talk to me. i don't want to lose you. please let me fix it or at least let me try. // lol its been 3 months and here i am still holding hope that you'll come back to me. pathetic isn't it lol (most likely sent when he was definitely drunk tbh) // i'll stop bothering you now. i'm sorry. hope you have a nice life. you'll always be in my heart. love always, dougie. x

What Image My Muse Has For Your Muse In Their Phone: The first one is just!!! She looks so so pretty (she always does in Doug's eyes okay which is absolutely not wrong! She's too pretty it's unfair) and it's probably just a normal day and maybe they went out to get coffee (well, Dougie drinks tea but same difference) & breakfast and he was just like :) GOTTA TAKE A PHOTO. and then omg the second one! The Second One. Two of his favourite things: doggos and Laurel. <3 Maybe he stayed back at work one night to check in on some pets that needed overnight observation and Doug would rather just stay there and monitor them himself because he's a darling like that. So maybe Laurel stopped by to hang out so he's not on his lonesome and anyway a doggo took a shine to her (Which, of course, Dougie can relate) so he had to get a photo and it's simply adorbs!!! :') He's a dorky goofball so he totally has a little photo of that picture that he carries around in his wallet :( and he definitely still has it, even if it was kept behind some cards maybe. But it is definitely still there <3

Accepting | @overnightheartbeats

#overnightheartbeats #its crying over them hours #dougie x laurel #muse ;; douglas blackwood #douglas blackwood ;; memes #overnightheartbeats ;; laurel

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YOUR OPINION ABOUT WAYNE X ANNIE(OTP RELATIONSHIP ASKS)?

(these are just my headcanons for the couple; I might change my mind about things later but here goes)

1 Who most initiates PDA? Annie

2 Any sleep habits either had to get used to? Annie has to get used to Wayne's night terrors and nightmares and talking in his sleep

3 Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender? both

4 How did they first meet? At a social function held for members of the FBI and CIA. It was a sort of work-lunch situation. Annie could not keep her eyes off Wayne and Wayne kept glancing at her.

5 What is their love language? Annie - acts of service, validation Wayne - acts of service, spending time

6 When did they realize they loved each other? Soon after they had their first date. Wayne had been very stressed during this time and Annie was a breath of fresh air. She felt she fell in love with him from the first moment she saw him. But she really felt genuine love for him after one day he defended her against a bully at her work

7 Who is more sentimental? Annie

8 What’s one way their personalities complement one another? Annie is rash and forceful, Wayne is more like water, powerful but able to be soft and resistant when needed.

9 How are their personalities different? Annie is a lot more extroverted and confident than Wayne, more experimental and daring

10 What are some non-sexual activities they do together?  Shopping, going to history museums, movies, dinner. Annie has been trying to teach herself painting on her free time and she uses Wayne as a muse

11 Which member is more physically affectionate? Annie

12 Which member is more verbally affectionate? Annie

13 Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing? Annie

14 Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in? They are a mix of both so they often have to compromise

15 Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason? Annie; Wayne

16 Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed? Wayne; Annie

17 Who fell in love first? Annie

18 What song fits them perfectly?

19 How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time? Annie dives into her work more. Wayne is OK being alone for a while. If it's a very long time, he'll carry her picture in his wallet and writes letters

20 Who holds a grudge the longest? Wayne

21 Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen? Annie; Wayne

22 Who gets more easily embarrassed? Wayne

23 Who overthinks the most? They both do in their own ways

24 Which of the two is the most competitive? Annie

25 Who’s the most stubborn? Wayne

26 How do they comfort each other? Annie will use soft physical affection; Wayne will say kind and encouraging things

27 What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other? any kind of weapons or badges

28 Do they get along with each other’s friends and family? idk...

29 What is their sex life like? passionate; filled with experimentation and kink; they can get wild. But they always end up cuddling and kissing tenderly when they're done

30 What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.) Annie likes to kiss Wayne's neck and cheek; Wayne likes to kiss her lips and hand

31 What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky? Rocky

32 How do they resolve their arguments? Not too healthily. Wayne will give Annie the silent treatment often and Annie will provoke Wayne into talking to her, even if it makes him mad

33 Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them? Wayne; Annie will hold him and stroke his hair and get him some water

34 Do they give each other nicknames? Annie calls Wayne some pet names sometimes like "babe"

35 What movies do they enjoy watching most? Annie: art documentaries. Wayne: war documentaries

36 How’d they meet each other’s families? idk

37 What do they like the least about each other? Wayne dislikes Annie's impulsiveness and that she takes too many pills Annie dislikes when Wayne lectures her about it

38 What was their most memorable date? it was very late, they were so tired but also wired from their exciting, dangerous day. They met up at an art museum after hours and explored the place in the dark

39 What other couple would your otp get along with the best? idk but as far as non-couples go, I think they'd get along well with Patty and Selma, esp. if Wayne is working at the DMV

40 Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all? Wayne

#otp asks meme #wayne x annie #asks: answered

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Tell me about your pets, seem like you have a few lol

A FEW?! A downside of working at PetSmart is the pet addiction that comes with it.

I am going to do this by species.

Cats:

So, firstly, I have my cat! His name is Ponyboy. He's my big baby boy and I love him. He's actually considered my ESA and was in college with me. He's the white one. When my fiance moved from Hawaii and moved in with me, we got a second cat. She is named Pidgin, which is a type of language my fiance also speaks. She's this splotchy tortie cat. Both cats cause issues but differently. Pidgin broke into Pasta's tank two and a half weeks ago (see Lizards section). Ponyboy over summer swallowed an embroidery needle and required emergency surgery because it was sideways into his jugular and esophagus and put me in heavy debt because I said Fuck No to euthanasia in the kitty cat ER. He's fine.

Lizards:

My oldest leopard gecko has been taken over by my mother. Her name is Patgeck Swayze. She was neglected and a rehabber rescued her. When I got her, she was still awfully small but now she is far from it. My mom spoils her!

Of the geckos I have with me, I have Papaya and Kapulei. Papaya is my gecko. He's about two now and is blind in one eye due to a bad shed. He's drained my wallet with vet trips and nothing we do can heal the scar on his eye. If it gets worse, he will need an eye amputation but right now the vet does not think it affects his quality of life. Kapulei (I did not name her) is the younger of the two geckos at around 6 months old. She is my fiance's gecko. She is also shedding in this picture.

We have one Cuban False Chameleon, also known as a Western bearded anole. We were at an exotic reptile show and we eyeing him. Turns out he was named Pancake! I was like... I HAVE TO. PANCAKE. See, the joke is I refuse to name with anything not "P" something. He's... expensive and a lot of upkeep. Worth it. He's got an interesting attitude and is really cool when he flares up.

I have had a corn snake for a while now. His name is Pasta. He got out for a while and made me so upset. We ended finding him yesterday, lil fucker. He's pretty docile. Now he's in a 40 gal tank in my office all decked out.

Hamster:

I have one hamster. She is a dwarf hamster named Pipsqueak. She feels like a tiny living cottonball. She came into the store much much too tiny, poor thing. We held off putting her on the floor because of it. I got attached and she got attached to me so I couldn't not get her. I like changing her tank up. I was extra and got her a 20 gal tank and not one of the crappy wire cages. Besides, Pidgin would terrorize her.

Otherwise?

Fish. I have a blue betta fish and then a large tank with guppies and such. Among them is a crawfish named Shrimpina. She kills and eats the guppies so it's moreso Shrimpina's tank and the guppies are pretty food.

Honorable mentions: Plymouth and Pistol the dogs. They both live with my mom back at home. Plymouth is having some health problems and I am pretty worried. Also at home my cat recently passed away. Her name was Precious. She died at 22 years old in her sleep.