#luckily my ankle is just sprained

[cacacita]

injured myself doing silliness

#its been a rough year #but stepping rly far back from socmed is helping me ground myself #just hate that literally anything makes me suicidal 😭😭 #luckily my ankle is just sprained #but i should keep focusing on irl stuff #neck has a rash too but thats not a real injury #just wanted to vent somewhere bc i dont want to bug my twitter audience with like what. my fourth attempt now? #and tumblr has funnier memes #if u are a friend and you see this just dont tell anyone ok. #i dont want to be cheered up or reassured either. like i mean it. it usually makes me feel worse #all my technology is on do not disturb (intentionally)which is one of several reasons why im so absent. #i just cant keep up w anything right now. im just trying to figure out how i am mentally #if i get another pep talk from my cousin about how 'strong' i am im going to bark at her #anyway hi

[bluejutdae]

• best friend Stray Kids saving you (or being saved by you) from a bad date | Seungmin x you

Chan, Minho, Changbin, Jisung, Felix, Jeongin

genre: friend to (implied) lovers

warnings: non graphic shitty date, nothing too specific

These have been the worst two weeks of your life. And it’s not just to say it. Sure, maybe other people had it worse, but yours was bad!

First: your boss blamed you for his mistakes in front of all your colleagues.

Second: you were so mad at him, you drank a bit too much (but apparently not enough to forget it) and decided it was the perfect moment to finally confess your love to your friend Seungmin.

He rejected you.

Something about being friends and not being the right moment and honestly? You stopped listening after having grasped the direction of his answer. Being rejected is the worst, and also the reason why you waited almost ten months to confess.

Third: you decided to go out with the first guy you met on a dating app just to try and forget about Seungmin and the awkward tension following your confession. And this is just the cherry on top: the guy was such an asshole you literally had to ran away from him and, in doing so, you:

1. Lost your purse

2. Fell down the stairs, slippery from the rain, spraining your ankle

3. Had to contact the last person you wanted to talk to, asking for his help.

So you’re now waiting for Seungmin, sitting at a small coffee shop, your penchant for keeping spare change on all your coats’ pockets is finally paying you back and you have just enough to order a scorching hot coffee to warm yourself.

Your ankle hurts and you hit your elbow on the stairs but you’re too scared to check it out. All this is less worse than the fact that you had to call him. Calling Seungmin is humiliating, but all your other friends are either out of town or too far to help you.

As you go to check the time on your phone, only a black display stares back at you. Because of course you forgot to charge your phone, why would something be in your favor? Luckily, it’s only a few minutes later when you see Seungmin enter the coffee shop.

“Sorry I had to call you”, you say as a greeting.

“You keep apologizing, it’s dumb.” Of course it is. Taking a deep breath you stand up trying not to put too much weight on your bad ankle and start walking towards the door. After just a couple of steps, Seungmin’s hand is on your arm, stopping you. “If you hurt your ankle, we should go to the hospital.”

“No, no thanks. A trip to the hospital is the last thing I need, right now. I just need my bed and to forget the last two weeks.” You try to walk but he’s holding you again, preventing you from going far.

“At least don’t walk on it.”

“Am I supposed to jump on my good foot? I’m wearing high heels.” You show him your heeled boots but it’s not enough to deter him.

“Just-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence but bends a little and in a second he scoops you up, one arm behind your knees and one behind your back. Your crush, to whom you confessed just a few days ago, just picked you up bridal style.

Nor your complaints or your attempts of being put down are effective, and Seungmin carries you to his car, setting you with your feet back on the ground just outside the car door. God, this is so awkward.

Once in the car, he’s quiet but you’re so tense you just open your mouth and start speaking.

“I’m sorry I texted you,” you apologize again, “I just-“

“How did you hurt your ankle?”

“I fell from the stairs, they were slippery from the rain.”

“Were you rushing somewhere?”

This is weird. You haven’t talked to him since the whole fiasco. You used to talk to him daily, silly conversations and serious talks; and now you haven’t talked for almost 10 days and you miss him so much, but how are you supposed to act after he rejected you?

“I was running away, actually.”

“From?” He’s driving, but every now and then he turns his eyes on you.

“From a guy I was on a date with.”

He wants to press down on the brakes right there and then, wants to scream at you and pinch whoever this guy is. But he knows it’s his fault. At least partially. He did reject you. True, he did it because you confessed and all he could think about was all the time he spent crushing on you (maybe even loving you?) and how it would inevitably end up with him hurting you, because you deserve better and he’s not boyfriend material. How can he give you what you deserve? He’s busy, dating openly would be dangerous for you, and you’re so pretty it hurts.

“Did he- what did he do?”

“Nothing that requires calling the police. But he was not a nice guy and to get out I left my bag there.”

“Are you okay? Ankle excluded.”

“Yes. Thanks for picking me up.” Why is it so hard? “I-“ You what? You miss him? You want him? You wanna go back to when you hadn’t confessed?

With a dry exhale, he puts his blinkers on and tersely pulls over. He turns off the car and turns to face you properly, a serious expression on his pretty face.

“You went on a date and the guy was so terrible you had to run away. And got hurt in the process. How is this okay?”

“Min, it’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, it is!” He sounds frustrated, and maybe it's because he had to come pick you up.

“Sorry you had to come pic-“

“STOP FUCKING SAY SORRY!” He never screams at you, not when you’re serious. He rubs his eyes and exhales loudly. “Where did you even meet this guy?”

“On a dating app.”

“Why the fuck are you on a dating app?”

“Because that’s how normal people meet someone who they might like.”

“But you already like someone.” Your blood turns cold, you weren’t expecting Seungmin to mention it. Is he mocking you? Wasn't it enough to be rejected?

“Seungmin.”

“You already like someone so why are you on a dating app?”

“To forget that someone I like, since it’s unreciprocated.” You mutter, annoyed by this conversation but not knowing how to stop it either.

“Why are you being so stubborn now?”

“I’m the one being stubborn? What do you want from me Seungmin!”

“Not to give up so fucking easily, maybe!”

“Why? So I have to suffer even more?” You shake your head and, in another situation, you’d leave this car. “You don’t like me like that, you made that clear.”

“I just said it because I didn’t know what to say!” He’s loud, like he never is. “I can’t give you what you deserve, but I don’t want you to want other men.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Very mature, Min.”

“Just don’t date.” He says it like it explains everything.

“Why?”

“Because!”

“Fuck, I can’t do this now. Can you just take me home please?”

“How are you gonna go in with no keys?”

“Fuck! Fuck fuck.” How did you not think about that? You have to go back and hope your bag hasn't been stolen. Your money’s probably gone, but maybe they left the keys. You rest your forehead against the cold window and take a deep breath.

“You can stay with me.” Seungmin offers, and his voice is so careful and you’re so tired, you nod and answer with a small yes.

The ride to Seungmin’s is quiet, and so is the time spent doing your night time routine. Brushing your teeth side by side, washing your face, trying to be quiet while letting him help you move from one room to another. You did it together lots of times, but now everything is so awkward. You’re about to ask him for some clothes to sleep in when he speaks.

“When I said I couldn’t be with you was because I am not fit to be a boyfriend and you deserve someone who gives all he has to make you happy and I don’t know if I can be that person. Not because I don’t like you, I really like you. I have feelings for you. Not the friend kinda feelings. The wanting-to-kiss-you feelings. And I don’t want you to have feelings for someone else. Can you- Can you wait and give me some time?”

You weren’t expecting his confession, this is a surprise for you. And it’s stupid that he thinks he doesn’t deserve you, cause he’s perfect in your eyes, but you’re not gonna belittle his worries.

“This is the most I’ve ever heard you talk uninterrupted.”

“This is all you have to say??”

“You can have all the time you want, Seungminnie. Just promise to talk to me when you reach a decision.” He nods solemnly, and then he gives you a small smile.

Neither of you knows what will happen, but for now you’ll cuddle together under the duvet and leave for tomorrow your worries.

(In a week, he tells you he’ll do anything necessary to prevent you from liking other guys. Which includes being your boyfriend and work hard to deserve your feeling. You tell him it’s stupid, because he already deserves them. He doesn’t believe you, but he kisses you anyway. It’s the best kiss of your life and when you call him your boyfriend for the first time, his smile is so bright you might have to invest on some good sunglasses.)

#stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #bluejutdae #stray kids imagines #skz #seungmin x you #seungmin x reader #seungmin fanfic #seungmin fluff

[thefallofruins]

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

fluff: ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ smut: ꨄ angst: ׂׂૢ

All my works are true form Sukuna except the Bully! Sukuna AU

ೃ⁀➷ RYOMEN SUKUNA

✧ Sukuna's x Concubine! reader AU ꨄ˚ ʚ♡ɞ˚ Separate masterlist for the concubine-turned-queen AU (multiple works)

✧ Girl dad Sukuna [Separate Masterlist] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧ Bully! Sukuna [headcanons] [Modern AU] ꨄ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ You're so shy and cute, can you really blame Sukuna for bullying you?

tw: teasing, oral sex, mentions of masturbating

✧ Saying 'I love you' ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ The unloved monster is confessed to

✧ The only exception to his cruelty ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ while others hold fear in their hearts at his sight, you hold love.

✧ His love language ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Does he even have one?

✧ Till the end ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ you bring up a sensitive topic- what will Sukuna do when you die?

✧ Clumsy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ You sprain your ankle, luckily Sukuna is there to help.

✧ Sleepy Mornings ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ How can Sukuna deny you your extra minute of sleep in the morning with that cute face of yours?

✧ Dressed up ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sukuna buys your pretty self a pretty kimono.

✧ Pookie ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ He's just one big pookie bear, isn't he?

✧ Gone ׂׂૢ Being his beloved is a curse. He realises that once you're killed.

ೃ⁀➷ GOJO SATORU

✧ Baby Fever! ꨄ

he wants a baby, so you'll have to give him one, right?

tw: breeding, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy

ೃ⁀➷ TOJI FUSHIGURO

✧ Fucking you dumb ꨄ

Because you look cute that way.

tw: dumbification, overstimulation, praise, mild degradation

ೃ⁀➷ NANAMI KENTO

✧ babymaking with Husband! Nanami ꨄ

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#jjk smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #ruins posts #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #toji smut #toji x reader #* ˚ ✦ 𝐑'𝐬 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ aftermath ] t. zegras

paring : Trevor Zegras x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) helps Trevor deal with Jamie leaving and breaking his ankle all in 24 hours

warning(s) : injury, some angst

author’s note : it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me

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She definitely believes in the snowball effect after the last 24 hours of her life. It’s one of the reasons why she’s currently on a flight in the middle of the night to Raleigh to meet her boyfriend’s hockey team at their hotel.

Both her life and Trevor’s life have changed so much in 24 hours. Trevor left with the Ducks for their road trip expecting to have a fun trip. His best friend was finally 21 and could enjoy all that Nashville had to offer.

Then Jamie got the call that no player ever really wants to get from their general manager.

Hours later, he was on a flight to Philly and leaving the Ducks and a distraught Trevor behind in Tennessee.

She should’ve gotten on a plane then and there. Instead, she tempted fate.

The next day was Trevor’s 200th career NHL game, and he had to play it without his best friend on the ice with him. (Y/N) happily watched from their apartment in Anaheim.

Until Trevor went down along the boards after 3 shifts and two minutes total on the ice. She was on her feet as she watched her boyfriend get helped down the tunnel. He wasn’t putting any pressure on his left leg as the trainers helped him.

She blew up his phone with texts and calls until one in the morning California time. He never replied. Then she texted Mason and asked where the Ducks were staying in Raleigh. She booked a flight and asked Mason to get Trevor’s room number when they got there.

Luckily there was a nonstop flight to Raleigh that left from LAX at three that she just barely made. She packed a duffel bag and ran out the door to catch the flight.

After nearly five hours in the air and multiple timezone changes, (Y/N) lands in North Carolina. She left at three in the morning and landed at eleven in the morning. Mason’s text with Trevor’s room number and a he’s cranky comes through as she grabs her duffel from baggage claim.

Honestly, she should’ve gotten on a flight as soon as Trevor told her that Jamie got traded. This is what happens when you tempt fate.

She orders an Uber from the airport to the hotel where Trevor is staying with the Ducks.

Why he traveled with them after getting hurt is beyond her. Maybe it isn’t a long term injury and it’s just a sprain.

Either way, she’s about to find out.

After a ten minute debate with herself, she lightly knocks on Trevor’s door.

It’s a second before the door opens. As soon as it swings open though, her heart breaks at the sight behind it.

Trevor stands on crutches with his ankle wrapped. His eyes are red and puffy and it looks like he hasn’t slept a wink in two days. Honestly, he probably hasn’t.

"Trev," she pouts.

He shakes his head and quickly spins to walk back into the room. She follows him and lets the door shut behind her. "I don't want you here, (Y/N)," he tells her. The voice crack tells her all she needs to know. He does actually need her here.

"I don't care," she replies. "I'm here anyway." Trevor leans the crutches against the middle table and sits on the bed. "You haven't exactly had the best few days so I came to make sure you're okay."

"I'm not fucking okay!" Trevor shouts at her before rubbing his face and running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. "My best friend plays across the damn country now after getting traded out of nowhere and I might have just broken my damn ankle in a milestone game. I'm going to be out for like two months again."

(Y/N) crouches down in front of him and puts her hands on his knees. "I'm sorry, baby," she softly says. "I can't even begin to imagine how you feel right now. I know Jamie's in Philly right now and I know you won't talk to anyone else about how you feel so that's why I'm here. I don't want you to bottle up your feelings."

"It just sucks," Trevor says, voice shaky. "Everything's changing and I don't like it. I'm probably going to have to go to Jamie's and pack his apartment so I can send his stuff to him, especially now that I'm out and won't be able to do anything."

She gets up and sits next to her boyfriend. She grabs one of his hands and holds it on her lap. She rubs the back of her hand with her thumb. Trevor leans over and drops his head to her shoulder. She wraps an arm around his shoulders and plays with his hair.

"I'm here," she whispers. "I don't care if you don't want me here. I'll always be here."

"I know," Trevor replies. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just frustrated and confused and in pain."

(Y/N) kisses his temple and buries her face in his hair. "It's okay," she says. "You're feeling a lot right now so I don't blame you for anything you say right now. Just know that I'll be here the entire time. As for Jamie, you know he's a phone call away whenever you wanna talk to him. He'll answer every single time you call him."

He nods. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Can we lay down until I meet with the doctor?"

"Of course," she replies. "Whatever you wanna do. What time do you meet with the doctor?"

"Three," Trevor tells her as he gets comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can since he's hurt. "I have to leave at two."

That's enough time for both of them to take a two hour nap.

She sets her alarm for 1:30 then settles in next to him. She wraps a leg around his waist and rests her head on his forehead while he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"Thank you for coming," Trevor whispers, his voice tired. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," she assures him. "Close your eyes for a bit. I'll wake you up when it's time to leave."

He nods and within seconds, his breathing evens out. She smiles and falls asleep herself knowing that Trevor is finally getting some rest.

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[organicxslime]

sprained ankle

you sprain your ankle - but luckily, your boyfriend can handle it.

gojo satoru x reader

it was stupid, really, how preventable this was. how many times had you warned others not to rush down the stairs of your apartment building in the winter, else they slip on the icy metal and break something? and now here you are, laying at the bottom of the stairs, foot swollen inside your fur-lined boot and hot tears stinging your face.

you fumble around in your jacket for your phone, fingers numb from the cold as you tap out your boyfriend’s number. the phone barely rings twice before he picks up.

“hey baby!” satoru says cheerily. “i’m teaching, so I’ve only got a minute - what’s up?”

the second you say his name, voice tinged with the unmistakably whiny sound of recent tears, he’s signaled for his students to pack up for the day and is using six eyes to root out your exact location.

in an instant, he’s teleported to your side, immediately helping prop you up against a wall and crouching down by your foot. he pieces together what happened fairly quickly, brow knitted together with visible worry.

“i gotta get this boot off, baby,” he tells you, and you shake your head, not wanting to pain yourself further.

“hey.”

you look up, tear-lined and red-rimmed eyes meeting satoru’s piercing cerulean ones, a rare serious look on his face.

“i need to see how bad it is. be a good girl and let me take this off, okay?”

you might be freezing on the outside, but you melt a little on the inside, and respond with a pitiful sniffle and a nod.

you whimper when he begins to slowly pull on the boot, systematically working it over the expanse of your foot until he’s able to gently ease it off.

your ankle is a hideous sight, swollen to twice it’s usual size, green and purple splotches of discoloration tinting your skin all the way down to your toes. satoru gently probes at the skin with the tips of his fingers, feeling his heart wrench with every hiss of pain that escaped your throat, and makes his professional opinion known.

“i don’t think it’s broken,” he declares. “just a really bad sprain. still shouldn’t walk on it though - let’s get you inside.”

with practiced ease, he’s hoisting you into his arms, looping a protective arm around your ribs and another under your knees. you let out a squeak of surprise as you’re cradled against his chest, and he looks down at you, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and faint amusement in his eyes.

“what?” he teases, enjoying watching the heat rise in your cheeks. “i have to carry my damsel in distress to safety.”

with this, he takes off, sprinting back up the very same steps you had just taken a tumble down (and, you note with irritation, he doesn’t slip once.)

when you’re back inside, he eases you onto the couch, propping your injured foot up on a small stack of plush throw pillows. he makes quick work of your winter gear - tossing the remaining boot, peeling off your jacket and whipping the beanie off your head (and leaving a kiss in its place.)

you hear him rummaging around the kitchen, and he rushes back to you, ace bandages and a mug of hot chocolate in hand. you wrap your hands around the mug, feeling the blessedly warm ceramic begin to thaw your fingers, and satoru gets to work carefully wrapping your ankle and foot in a tight binding.

when he’s done, he drops next to you on the couch, crawling up the cushions to settle himself beside you and pull you onto his chest. he heaves a dramatic sigh, before turning to you and leaning into your cheek, peppering the skin with feather-light kisses as you giggle and pull away, careful not to spill your mug.

for the next couple of weeks, he waits on you hand and foot - bringing you food and drinks, carrying you to and from the bathroom, and dutifully rewrapping your ankle each morning and night.

initially, you had been embarrassed about the injury, mentally kicking yourself for having such a dumb accident…

…but seeing how satoru dotes on you, showering you with love and tenderly caring for you day and night?

you think maybe a dumb injury here or there wouldn’t be so bad.

#gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons

[strawburry01]

Enjoy the Silence

Summary: (college) Aaron and Y/N at a halloween party where someone gets a little drunk. Still a little conflicted angsty. Don't need to have read the other stuff leading up to this but it helps!

Word Count: 3k

AN: Guys, why do things keep happening to me? I sprained my ankle so bad running after this exchange student I met like, two nights ago, and he just laughed! SMH. Forgive me for how terribly this may read near the end- I'm just trying to get something out. I'll edit it later (maybe) (probably not) (oopsies!)

It had been about half a year of you and Aaron studying tirelessly in the library, but it wasn’t for nothing. Both of you were getting the highest scores on the exams in class and had, by the grace of god, made it onto the Dean’s list last year. It left both of you more determined than ever, but also more inseparable than ever. At this point you were both either at the library, class, or at each other’s place, much to the dismay of your roommates who would like some peace and quiet some nights. Luckily for them, this was one of the nights you were both out of the house, as it was Halloween. Well, the Friday before Halloween. Nobody really wanted to party on a Monday night.

Aaron and you had fought about matching costumes for a while because you refused to dress as Sandra from Grease because you thought she was such a pushover and gave up all her morals for Danny, even thought it would’ve made for a really good costume. He eventually gave up and just admitted he wanted to wear his leather jacket and didn’t care what you dressed as.

Well that is until you met him at his house in a matching leather jacket. He shut the door on your face before you could open your mouth.

“We are NOT showing up to a costume party MATCHING,” he shouted from the other side of the door.

“Aaron you said you wanted to match though!” you shouted back, trying to hide back your laughs.

“You know what I meant Y/N and it wasn’t this!”. 

“Oh come on you kill joy everyone is going to be so jealous of how cute we look!” you laughed as you shoved your fists in your pockets, thinking you looked damn good. You heard him shuffle around on the other side of the door before finally opening it with a dramatic sigh and eye roll.

“You kill me,” he sighed as he started down the porch, letting you catch up to him. You smiled as you stepped into pace besides him. You were heading to one of his friend’s party’s for the night. Aaron insisted it would be fun, but he’d brought it up enough you were getting a little suspicious. Aaron started talking about his roommates' failed cooking attempts as you lit a cigarette between your lips. 

“You’re smoking?” he asked, stopping his story and turning to you as you puffed out a cloud of smoke. You turned away trying to hide it from him.

“So what? You worried about me?” you hummed, trying to diffuse his anger as you ashed the cigarette end. He rolled his eyes and focused back onto the sidewalk.

“That’s bad for you y’know?” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I do know Aaron,” you responded in the same tone as you tapped his shoulder with your free hand. He always hated when you started smoking. It was a cycle you’d gotten yourself into at the beginning of this year starting every few weeks and then quitting whenever Aaron would start stealing and hiding your packs. You smushed your cigarette into the ground once you were finished right outside the house. Aaron had put on some sunglasses to add to his costume which you giggled at. 

“Stop it, you know I look good,” he said as he threw his arm around your shoulders lazily leaning onto you as you both stood in front of the door. You laughed more and patted his chest as you snaked an arm behind his waist to steady him. His friend whips open the door and the noise of the party booms onto the porch. 

“Aaron! Y/N!” he shouted, the scent of alcohol already emanating off of him, “you made it!”. Aaron hugged his friend and started talking as you nodded your hello and slipped into the thumping house, letting the two catch up. It was already packed somehow even though it had just begun, that’s what they’d get for inviting a bunch of nerds. There were several black cats of varying authenticity, a few Gene Simmon’s look-alikes, a smattering of half-assed Jedi, and a fair amount of suspect Spidermen and other superheros. You smiled peacefully to yourself, despite the chaos around you, taking in the moment and what all led to you even getting invited to such an event. You slipped a hand into the cooler to grab a beer and cracked it open to start sipping on it as you watched the crowd. You’d always been a bit of a wallflower, while Aaron was the chatty one. Sure enough, he was still chatting with his friend, just as energetic as he was before. Your old lab partner Jen spotted you at the party and danced her way through the crowed until she was by you.

“Ohmygod Y/N, so great to see you!” she shouted over the speaker. You stifle a smile seeing how out of it she was.

“Jen, how are you?” you asked, trying to be sincere, swishing your drink. She nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m so great Y/N. Who do you know here?!” she said back. 

“Uhm, I’m here with Aaron,” you admitted bashfully. Sure enough Jen responded with raised eyebrows and a shoulder nudge.

“You guys are still talking? That’s going gooood?” she said, leaning closer and waggling her eyebrows. You playfully scoffed and pushed her away.

“You know it’s not like that Jen, we’re just…friends,” you said, glancing behind  her at Aaron still gesticulating a story to his friend. She moved her head to block your view.

“Sure and is that why you guys are wearing matching costumes?” she accused. You rolled your eyes and sipped the beer.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you said under your breath. 

“You’re blushing!” Jen giggled obnoxiously as she shook you by the shoulders, to which you swatted her away and tried to shush her even though he was across the room. She aww-ed at your shyness and eventually calmed down. “Okay okay, but still-” she said, “you two are cute together,”.

“Thanks,” you mutter under your breath, looking around the room for Aaron again only to see he had finally moved away from his friend. Where did he go? 

“Hello Jen,” he suddenly chirped, appearing besides you, double fisting two red Solo cups. “Ah cheers,” he said quickly clinking his cups to your beer. 

“Hello Aaron!” she smiles back with a toothy grin, “Ugh you two look so good,” she said looking at both of you. Aaron smiled and looked down at his own outfit before looking at you and nodding, confirming her compliment.

“Thank you Jen, you look good too,” he said back, eyes glancing over her and her fairy costume. 

“You’re too sweet Aaron,” she said, “Okay okay okay I’ll leave you two alone, say bye before you leave!!!” she said in an airy tone grabbing both of your forearms before wandering back into the crowd. Aaron silently took a sip of one of his drinks and smacked his lips before looking back down at you.

“She’s- something!” he remarked. You nodded and matched him with your own sip. 

“She’s nice, just a bit of a party animal,” you agreed, “like someone else I know” you chuckled, elbowing Aaron.

“Pfft as if, I just like talking to people. Unlike soooome,” he retorted, elbowing you back.

“Let me catch up to you then I’ll get social” you jokingly grumbled, taking another sip. He snorted.

The party continued and Aaron and you split again. Sure enough, you do warm up to chat with your classmates and friends as you keep another beer in hand. You feel a buzz starting as you laugh loudly at someone’s joke as you attempt to land a ping pong ball into a solo cup across the table. You miss and loudly shout ‘SHIT!’, only to quickly feel a body pressed against your back, a hand holding onto your hip.

“Let me try for a redemption shot,” Aaron laughed, reverberating in your ear as someone hands him a ping pong ball. He completely misses and you both burst out laughing, and you take the opportunity to lean back on his chest, only to have his grip tighten on your hip. “I didn’t say I was going to be good,” he defended himself as you watched the opposing team try to make their shots. You reach behind yourself and pat his cheek.

“Sure you are,” you tease back, feeling his warm cheek under your hand before you go to grab another fumbled ball. It’s crazy how bad hand eye coordination gets when you’re drunk. You weren’t complaining though. Having Aaron this close was…nice, but you would never really admit it. The game continues and you two end up losing, but just barely. Aaron happily finishes the drinks as you insist you can’t handle any more, mostly because you’ve seen how long it’d been sitting out. Aaron’s fraternity brother tendencies came out whenever he was trying to impress people with these games. 

You expect him to step away once the game is done, but instead he stays right where he is, moving his arms up they’re wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close. He sets his head on your shoulder blade and sighs.

“You alright?” you ask, tilting your head to look at him. You felt him nod onto your shoulder.

“I’m doing just swell Y/N,” he says, knowing he doesn’t need to shout, which makes a chill run up your spine. He tightens his grip for a second before changing his mind, “can we go to the couch actually,” he mumbles to you. You obliged and started to weave your way through the partygoers back to the living room where you know there’s a few couches. Aaron doesn’t let go, despite stumbling a few times into your back. You throw some coats left on a couch onto the arms of it and sit down, Aaron finally releasing his hold. He flops down, laying his head on your lap, leaving his legs dangling off the end of the couch. He grumbles and groans as he throws his sunglasses off into the void of people dancing. “Y/N…I’m getting the spins,” he groans as he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. Oh shit, Aaron’s actually drunk.

You can’t help but gently place a hand on his hair and run your fingers through it.

“Poor Aaron drank too much?” you asked in a sing songy voice.

“Don’t baby talk me,” he whined as he lowered his hands and kept his eyes firmly shut, “can’t you just make me feel better,”.

“What would make you feel better?” you ask, raising your eyebrows to yourself. His eyes flashed open and he opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words he shoots up and promptly throws up over the side of the couch onto the ground. Yeah, good thing you didn’t drink that shit. 

You make him lay down on the couch as you tie up your hair and start trying to clean up the mess. Aaron’s friend finds you trying and grabs your attention.

“Y/N, yeah? Don’t worry about it-” he said, not seeming stressed, “I got this if you just uh, promise to get him home,” he said, tilting his chin in the direction of the still groaning Aaron. You nodded dutifully, you would much rather take this deal. After a few minutes of convincing you’re able to coax Aaron to his feet, leading him out before he can throw up on the floor again.

He does throw up again in the lawn and you try to pat his back to make him feel better, although you’ve never really seen him get sick from drinking so you’re not sure if you’re helping or harming. The two of you are able to make it back to his house, in only twice the normal time due to his drunken ramblings requiring perfect stillness in the middle of the street. 

“Y/N, you know I love you right?” he says bluntly the moment you pull the key to his house out of his jacket pocket. You froze. You know he doesn’t mean it like that, unless he does. You can’t really trust him with how half-shut his eyes are right now.

“I uh, love you too Aaron,” you say, forcing a bit of a smile into the corner of your mouth as you open the door to the dark house. Dammit, he’s not shuffling back into his room without a tumble or waking up the whole house. “We’re getting you to bed okay?” you say to him, as you hold an arm around his waist to steady him.

“Can you spend the night? I love you,” he said through his mumbles as the two of you stepped into the house. He leans his head down so he’s just speaking into your hair. 

“Aaron I don’t know I-” you try to interject.

“But I love youuuu and you never spend the night,” he whines like a teenager as you kicked open the bottom of his door to try and avoid a clatter. You sigh as you navigate him to his bed and let him fall onto it.

“Take off your shoes ya drunk,” you say as you cross your arms and flick on the lights. He hisses at the bright lights, but does kick off his boots before trying to get under the blankets. He eventually opens his eyes again and looks at you.

“Please spend the night Y/N,” he says softly, opening the blankets, “I just want you here,”. You’d spent the night before with him, but usually just on the couch after falling asleep on his shoulder during a movie. Did he actually mean this? Or was he just that drunk? “Please?”.

You can’t say no to this guy’s face. You sighed  and kicked off your own shoes and hit the lights before crawling into the area under the blanket. You can hear Aaron trying to form a sentence but he just mumbles words as he pulls you closer by the small of your back. You give in and rest your head on his chest, hearing just how fast his heart is beating, glad it isn’t just your own. 

“Y/N?” he finally gets out, breaking the silence of just the two of your breaths. 

“Yes Aaron?”

“Don’t leave me,”.

“I won’t,”.

You feel him slowly rubbing your back before eventually falling into a loud snore. He’s lucky he was handsome, otherwise you’d be smothering him with a pillow. Eventually you’re able to fall asleep into the darkness, trying to not overthink things.

You wake up to sunlight hitting you directly in the eyes through the window across the room. You groaned and turned to try and hide your face, remembering at the same time you were in a bed that was not your own. You groaned as you realize Aaron isn’t in bed anymore with you. Shit. You sit up in the bed, rubbing your head groggily. As if on command, Aaron swings the door open with two cups of coffee. His face brightens as he sees you’re awake.

“Good morning Y/N,” he says, his morning voice making your stomach do a flip. Well, either that or the residual alcohol. 

“How are you feeling?” you ask him, as you gratefully take the cup. 

“Not the best, I can’t lie,” he admits as he sits at the foot of the bed. You wished he’d just come back under the covers though, “I don’t really remember coming back home,” he says as he takes a sip of the coffee.

“Do you remember any of last night?” you asked. He shrugs, still facing the door.

“I remember doing really bad at beer pong with you,” he offered, rubbing the back of his head, “was I embarrassing? Oh Christ what did I say-”.

“Nothing! You just threw up on the floor, and then I uh- took you home,” you nodded, agreeing to yourself on this story.

“Mmm,” he hummed, before silence took over the room again. He didn’t ask what you were doing in his bed. He didn’t admit that he did remember some of the drunken haze. It wasn’t lying that he didn’t remember the walk home- he really didn’t- but he did remember you unlocking the door. And he vaguely remembered admitting he loved you.

For now though, the silence was welcome. The two of you sipped your coffee. 

“We didn’t fuck right?” he asked, only to be met with a pillow to the cheek.

#aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #college au #Halloween Hotch #hotch #thomas gibson

[ashwhowrites]

When I cheered in high school, I will never forget when a flyer fell and her ankle rolled. Luckily, she was fine (I think it was a sprain?), but how do you think Eddie would react to that? Especially if she got really hurt?

(I'm trying to feed your angst desire without breaking everyone's hearts 😇)

This is so cute! I hope you don't mind I turned it into a headcanon

Eddie waited patiently on the bleachers for the cheerleaders to come out

"what color bow do you think she's wearing today?" Eddie asked out loud

Dustin sat next to him and rolled his eyes

"my guess is blue since you went on a whole rant about how gorgeous the blue is" Dustin teased

Dustin adored how Eddie was so mean and harsh with everyone

But not with her

He babied her and was obsessed

Soon enough the cheerleaders filled the floor

Sure enough, a blue bow rested in her hair

She waved to Eddie and Dustin with a huge smile

Eddie stood up and cheered

Eddie watched their routine closely

He was squirming in his seat

He's been nervous about this routine all week

She was a flyer

And Eddie hated it

Dustin was Eddie's personal stress ball when she went in the air

Dustin silently suffered when Eddie would grip his hand in a tight grip

Refusing to say a word

Dustin felt his anxiety rise when Y/N went in the air, noticing a girl at the bottom's foot moving slightly

He prayed Eddie didn't see it

"did that girl move?"

"no Eddie she's fine" Dustin quickly lied

And he was wrong

Because before both boys knew it

Y/N landed on the floor, hard

Eddie flew out of his seat

"wait Eddie" Dustin held him back

But the second Eddie saw his girlfriends eyes water and a sob leave her throat

He raced off the bleachers

Racing down on to the gym floor

She was holding her foot

Crying hard

Eddie pushed over everyone in his way

Rushing to his girlfriends side

"baby what hurts?" He asked

Her head turned when she heard her boyfriend's voice

"my ankle" she cried

Eddie nodded, wiping off her tears

"okay. Can you try to stand? Get you to the bleachers?" He asked softly

She nodded

Eddie always told her she was tough

"I'm tough. I got this" she smiled

Eddie laughed and kissed her forehead

"so tough baby"

He hooked her arms over his shoulder

Easily picking her up off the ground

Chrissy and the rest of the girls standing behind them

Making sure she doesn't fall back

"I got her" Eddie confirmed as he walked her over to the bleachers

Dustin waiting with ice bags

"I ran to the nurse" he puffed out

"thank you dusty" she said

Tears still falling down her cheeks

"of course" he said

Eddie placed the ice on her ankle, lifting her foot to rest on his knee

Eddie dug through his bag

Pulling out water

"want your after game brownie?" He asked

She nodded

Eddie smiled as he pulled it out

Opening the package and handed her the piece of chocolate

"thank you baby" she smiled

Kissing his hand

He smiled and leaned up to kiss her lips

"anytime"

Once the game was over he took her to the ER

She broke her ankle

Eddie panicked like she was dying on the spot

"baby I'm fine. I just need surgery and it's all better!"

"people die in surgery!" He panicked worse

The nurse had to calm him down

Within the month she got surgery

Coming out perfectly fine

"see. I'm fine" she smiled

"my girl is tough" he kissed her head

He was the first and ONLY one allowed to sign her cast

He ripped the marker right out of Chrissy's hand when she went to sign it

"Eddie! The team wants to sign it"

"no. My girlfriend. Basically my cast"

Y/N giggled at her boyfriend's protectiveness

Silently watching as he decorated her cast with drawings

Some hellfire characters

His character is the biggest with a bride on the arm

"that's you" he blushed, pointing at the bride

"I marry your nasty hellfire creature?" She teased

"HES NOT NASTY"

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Promise

Yay!! Another 10th Doc fic!! This one is a little longer than the last one luckily. Also school starts in four days for me and I'm terrified. Reader is gn. This will be up on my Ao3 in a sec. Enjoy!!

After yet another draining adventure, the TARDIS welcomed you and the Doctor with its warm lighting and buzzing noises. Closing the door behind him, the Time Lord huffed. "Well, that was a hell of a jog", he spoke, "even for me. Are you alright?"

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I think I'm going to take a nap. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," said the Doctor, making his way over to the console. "I'll be here if you need anything." You walked away, grateful to get a break.

The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair, already spiky and messy enough as it was, sighing. He fiddled with a couple buttons, trying to keep his hands – and thoughts – focused on the TARDIS rather than anything else. The spaceship seemed to find his troubled look quite funny, and her engines snickered.

"Laugh a little more, would you?", grunted the Time Lord. The machine didn't hesitate to do so.

The Doctor had been pining after his companion for a while, but had admitted these feelings to himself quite reluctantly. After all, he knew that you wouldn't be any different to his prior companions. He knew one day he wouldn't see you again; everyone left the TARDIS sooner or later, whether they wanted to or not. Even if you somehow reciprocated what he felt, the situation would've been just the same, and it would've been even worse when it ended. The Doctor was a time traveller, he couldn't focus only on the present; and thinking of the uncertainty of the future – which could've put you in danger in a hundred million different ways without him able to do anything – sent him off the rails like very few things could. He couldn't have you hurt because of his carelessness, feelings or no feelings. However, he still didn't know what to do. Maybe he should've told you the truth. But why bother? Again, it would've meant nothing. Destiny had the tendency to laugh in the Doctor's face, making his every move have the worst consequences possible; if you got involved by staying by his side, who knows what could've happened. There was also the possibility of you being uncomfortable once the Doctor confessed his feelings and leaving the TARDIS even sooner. So the Time Lord kept his mouth shut.

This went on for quite some time. Nevertheless, the Doctor couldn't keep carrying such a burden forever. And, against every last one of his intentions, he didn't.

It was rare to see the Doctor truly scared. It had been a long night, and an even longer adventure. Going deeper and deeper into the darkest of tunnels, holding onto his sleeve, the both of you running for your lives, you saw an expression that the Time Lord had never worn in front of you before then.

The enemy had taken his sonic, leaving the Doctor without his second most powerful weapon, and the first most powerful – his wits – didn't seem eager to respond at the moment. It was true that most times he worked well under pressure, but fear was a beast he didn't quite know how to make abide by his rules.

"Doctor, what do we do? We can't keep running forever," you reminded him, pulling onto his shirt. He stopped in his tracks and took one good look at you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked. You didn't answer. "We have to think of something else," you insisted, "or we'll be stuck here forever."

He said your name with his voice breaking. It was the first time you saw him that worried. "We can't do anything. We can't fight. We can only run", he stated.

You lowered your eyes. The truth was that you couldn't run anymore. As much as you didn't want to admit it, your feet were killing you and you had sprained your ankle.

"You're hurt", realized the Doctor. The sound of metal clanging coming from the tunnels behind you stripped you of all the hope you had left. The Doctor looked at you with wet eyes. "I don't have a plan", he said, "I'm sorry."

He couldn't give up so easily, you thought. The noise was getting closer. The pressure you felt crushed your lungs, leaving you almost breathless.

Even so, the Doctor wasn't the only one who worked well under pressure. You had a sudden idea, and all at once you felt like you could breathe again. A smile crept its way onto your lips. "Well, I do," you said.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Really? What are you going to do?" he asked. His question remained unanswered, at least for the moment, as your lips crashed together with his. "Stay put", you ordered him, then going straight towards the noise of metal. The Doctor – quickly pulling himself together after the sudden kiss – tried to stop you, but it was futile. As soon as you disappeared from his sight the noises suddenly stopped. A few moments later, you came back with his sonic screwdriver in hand and a smirk plastered onto your face.

"Holograms," you explained, "holograms and recorded sound effects. They took your sonic because it would've messed with their systems."

The Doctor's mouth was agape as he grabbed the screwdriver, inspecting it and occasionally shifting his eyes onto your figure. "How can a hologram grab anything?", he asked.

"They were projected onto an endoskeleton", you replied. "Fool proof disguise."

The Time Lord smiled. "You're a genius."

"Save it for when we're out of here, pretty boy," you teased, grabbing him by the tie and leading the way. Needless to say, the Doctor didn't protest. He was too impressed to complain.

You made it to the TARDIS only hours later, exhausted as per usual. The Doctor was still lingering on the kiss. He couldn't tell whether your sudden realization had made you so excited as to kiss him, or if it had been anything else. He was still unwilling to talk about his own feelings, but now that you had made what seemed like a first move, he decided to confront you about it.

He plopped next to you on the seat near the console. His palms were sweaty against the white leather and his eyes darted between the ceiling, you, and the pavement.

"What is it?" you asked, preceding him. The Time Lord suddenly found his shoelaces to be very interesting, and didn't bear to look at you.

"Just thinking", he whispered.

"About?"

"About the kiss."

You tilted your head. The Doctor was still looking down. A sigh escaped your lips. "Okay, listen."

"I am listening."

"Look at me, Doctor."

He didn't turn his head, and just peeked at you from the corner of his eyes. You later found his flusteredness to be quite adorable. For the moment, however, you wondered if the kiss had made him uncomfortable. In any case, it was best to tell him your reasons. All of them. No holding back. You wouldn't have hid anymore.

"I meant that kiss," you admitted. "I'm sorry if you weren't okay with it."

The Doctor went back to staring at his shoes. "I was okay with it." Your eyes lit up. "Frankly," he added, "it would be simpler if I wasn't. But I'm actually glad you did it first."

"Are you?" you questioned him. "You don't look so... happy."

"I know." The Time Lord bit his lip mindlessly.

"Then what's wrong?"

He was finally able to look at you. You deserved the whole truth, he thought.

"I've told you. My companions always end up leaving. Most of the time it's not planned. They end up endangered and the only solution, if there is one, is leaving me behind. If I get too attached I can never get over it."

You took his hand in yours. "Have you considered, even for a second, that it doesn't always have to end that way?"

"But it does."

"I'm still here, though."

The Doctor's eyes darted across the room. As much as he wanted to believe everything would've ended up being okay, he couldn't bring himself to. Each time he did, everything slipped away from his grasp leaving him alone once again.

"Doctor," you pleaded, "if you won't believe it can end differently, then at least let me promise you it will. At least believe in me."

The Time Lord pondered over your words for a couple moments. Then, he cupped your cheek with his free hand and kissed you. It was a desperate kiss, and it made the both of you scoot closer to the other, wrapping your arms around each other for support and clutching at the cloth on your backs. It didn't last for more than thirty seconds, and left you lingering for more.

"Promise me", he begged, "promise me."

"I promise", you whispered.

"Again. Say it again."

"I promise", you repeated.

His lips brushed onto yours. "Again." You smiled reassuringly, your voice a whisper.

"I promise." You kissed him again.

The night had just started.

#doctor who #10th doctor x reader #david tennant #10th doctor imagine #10th doctor #doctor who x reader #x reader #gn reader #drabble

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

tags: yakuza!kento x f!reader, money problems with family on the reader's side, reader's employer is a major w here, she works as a nanny, mentions of arranged marriage, mentions jokingly of 'losing a few pounds' by walking, and a hopeful ending

arranged marriage au with yakuza!boss kento. your former employer, a contact of kento's had referred you to him as a sweet, kind, and fitting candidate for the yakuza boss to marry. working as a nanny for the associate, you were already someone your employer knew his colleague could benefit from.

but you didn't want anything to do with this lifestyle.

"it's your uncle again," the worry and embarrassment of your mother's tone sank to the bottom of your stomach, followed by a heaviness. "I... I feel terrible for asking you, you know this, but you're the one-"

"-with a high paying job," you bite the inside of your cheek and sigh, "I know. what does he want now?"

"he..." your mother sighs, "he needs $1,200 within three days." you bite the inside of your cheek again. it always worked this way. it started with him and worked its way up towards your mother and now you, but what could you do? leave your mother to stress?

"okay," you exhale, looking at the fresh check your boss had given you this week: $1,250. you could definitely survive off of $50, right? it was just another week. you had some savings, but then you thought about rent, thought about other factors that let you consider your words for a minute. it was just a week, so you could do this, right?

"I'll send the money tomorrow. don't worry mom."

$50. you needed to survive your week with $50. perhaps, you thought, maybe you could sell that old coffee table in your apartment? if you tidy it up, you might get $60 for it, maybe $80. you also made some accommodations such as not using the bus. it was only an hour and twenty seven minutes to your employer's mansion, what could go wrong?

a sprained ankle.

luckily, you don't really feel pain until after your shift. your right ankle throbs, and you're forced to clutch onto it, keeping any noise from escaping your lips as you're leaving the children's rooms after putting them to sleep. "what... happened to your ankle?" your boss asks.

"I just hurt a ligament," you nerviusly chuckle, "I'll be fine-"

"-do you normally take the bus?" he asks, making you shake your head. "I..." embarrased, you say, "I thought I'd take up walking instead. loose a few pounds, heh-"

"let me take you in my car. I can't have the nanny to my children struggle like that." and who were you to protest? as you're being helped inside his black mercedes, your employer drives you to your home. taking note of several things he's seen throughout the week.

"so..." he says, "I might have a question that you may find alarming but... do I pay you well?" he asks, worry laced towards the end of his tone. "if so-"

"-yes," you answer, flushed and embarrassed, "I-I'm okay, the p-pay is okay sir, I just... I had some surprise payments to take care of." as he drives, he raises a brow.

"would you care to share that with me?"

"i-it's my family," you say, fidgeting with your hands as if you're a child. truth was, you didn't know why you were saying so much. whether it was the stress from these past few days, or the accumulation of stress solely from today had your eyes teary eyed as you looked away, wiping your tears hoping he wouldn't notice.

but he did.

that night, your boss drops you off your apartment. "take the week off," he suggests, voice softer. "there's been a sudden change to my plans so... my kids, I need to have them visit some family members for a bit. and..." he trails, voice careful, "I wouldn't want to throw away the food we already have, so... can I have it dropped off to you tomorrow morning?" he asks.

"I know this is very sudden, but I plan to compensate you for the last minute changes," he says, pulling out a checkbook, "will $3,000 be okay?"

"s-sir," you say, flushed and embarrsed. it's as if you've been granted another opportunity by an angel, "that's... more than enough-"

"-then please accept it," he says, handing you the check before you can even register what just happened. "I'll send the remaining food tomorrow, and in the meantime, you can rest for the week. maybe two. I need you to be in your best health beccause in 16 days, I need you to come with me and the children to visit an old friend, okay?"

you nod your head gratefully, "yes sir."

he smiles.

#quick I need to think of a tag name for this series #im gonna love this so mucchhhhh #nanami #kento #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #nanami kento #jjk kento #yakuza kento #yakuza nanami #yakuza!kento #yakuza!nanami #yakuza!nanamikento

[getosbigballsack]

Powder

A/N: This is just a synopsis from my storyboard. I have so many requests and stories to complete before the new year. So I here's a short angst story.

Warning: mention of drug abuse, mention of abuse, mention of toxic relationship. (Took inspiration from Melanie Martinez song powder and the TV series: Euphoria.

The story will follow the toxic/destructive best friend relationship between Gojo and Reader. Gojo is madly in love with a woman who’s struggling with her drug addiction who is also in an abusive relationship with her current boyfriend (Tetsu) at the moment. Despite being beaten, drugged and harassed on a daily basis, she refused to break up with her boyfriend and Gojo could not bear to see her suffer anymore. 

He begged, plead with her to leave but instead of listening to his pleas’ she’ll try to manipulate him into giving her money to buy her drugs (opioid, morphine and cocaine). He falls for her manipulation constantly, always giving her money to feed her drug addiction. On top of that, she’ll also beg him to turn a blind eye to her cuts and bruises whenever she shows up at his door. 

It pained him to see her like this, battered and bruised from her relationship with Tetsu. He’s tired to see her high and confused from the amount of pills or powder she sniffed. He’s tired of picking her up off the streets, dirty and damn near naked, whenever Tetsu throws her out of the house. He’s tired of dressing her bruise, wrapping her sprained ankles, and cleaning her busted lips. He’s tired of watching his best friend suffer before his eyes. 

So he tried to love you as best as he could, even if it meant letting you use his body for sexual pleasure whenever you felt the need to have a cock in your cunt. He tried providing a safe haven for you to come to whenever you were too tired of Tetsu beating and abusing you for no reason at all. Gojo was willing to fight for you.

He tried, tried to help her out her mess. He provided her with many opportunities, and opened a million doors for her to get clean and help with her abusive relationship. But she never goes, she refuses to leave, even if the tears were streaming down his face endlessly. 

Eventually he got tired, and decided that he’s just gonna let her be her.

Y/N showed up at his door, pleading and crying for money to buy the drugs that he promised he'd buy for her. He had them in his hand just moments away from giving it to her but he did, he refused to watch his best friend end her own life with these damn pills. He’s not going to be the one to push her to this point. Not anymore, he’s done with helping you. You’re on your own now. 

But he wasn’t really done with you, because after you stormed away from his home, you went missing for a month. No one knew where you were, no one knew if you were ok. And because of this Gojo took it upon himself to go find you and when he did, you were damn near death. 

He took it upon himself to get her to the hospital as quickly as possible. Upon arrival at the hospital the nurses were quick to take her away from him and rushed her to the ER as quickly as they could to get the drugs out of her body. Luckily Gojo found her on time because any later than the time he found her, she would have probably been dead. While he waited for the doctors and nurses to care for Y/N he took it upon himself to call Geto and informed him that he had found Y/N. 

During the conversation with Geto, he gave Gojo the hard truth about his toxic relationship with Y/N. He poured his heart out to Gojo and he let him know that he continues to keep her in his life, then maybe one day Gojo will be on his way to the mental facility or worse his grave. Gojo knew that what his friend was telling him is just the truth, so Geto left Gojo with a decision to make. It's either you leave or you continue to go down that path to death with her.

Back to Y/N, After being treated and cared for by the doctors and nurses she ended up being unconscious for days. When she finally woke up she was greeted by no other than her best friend/lover Gojo. They talked for sometime until it was time for Gojo to finally cut tie with Y/N ( all detail for this will be in the story) but before Gojo left Y/N in the hospital by herself, he kissed her then begged her to go get help so that one day she'll be better and hopefully down the road they'll meet again. 

She was devastated, it took a few nurses to hold her back from chasing after Gojo and it also took everything that Gojo had to not turn around to go back to the woman he loves. In the end Gojo felt relieved but also guilty that he left her behind and he hoped that one day you’ll be able to understand why he had to leave and forgive him for what he had to do to you.

However, Y/N felt betrayed because now she didn’t get the chance to tell him that she was pregnant and that it’s a possibility that the baby might be his.

Six years later Gojo just happened to walk inside the diner you were currently working at. The feelings he had for you had never left him all these years. He still loved you and sadly, the wife he just walked into the diner with knew that too, hence the reason Gojo isn’t too bothered by the fact that his wife had a partner outside their relationship. 

As said before the feelings he had for you all those years ago never went away. He was able to hide them, by marrying himself off to a woman and had two beautiful kids with. But pretending to love another didn’t last too long when he saw you in that diner. Unfortunately, you still looked like a drug addict, even though you were clean, but still you looked just as beautiful as he remembered. He called out, smiling and waving his hand towards you, hoping that you’d forgive him for what he had done. 

But the moment he saw your lips trembled, and your eyes watered, he knew his hope for your forgiveness was shattered but that didn’t stop him from slowly approaching you, with his eldest son following behind. He felt as though he needed to talk to you, explain to you that he never wanted to leave you, but he had to for both your sakes. He felt like he had to tell you that he loved you and he’d do anything just so that you too could be in love again. He didn’t care if his wife was with him at that moment. 

As mentioned before, he didn’t love her, she had a partner outside their marriage so it wouldn’t be an issue to confess to you in public. As he got closer to you, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a little boy, maybe just a year older than his son, ran up to you and hugged your legs and yelled, “Mommy.” 

“Mommy?” Gojo said out loud as he stared at the boy. 

White curly hair messily flopping over his face and bright blue eyes staring up at you as he yelled, “Aunty Larueen said come for burgers.”

“Ah… Tetsuya, I’m coming. Just let mommy clean the tables. You go around and have a burger to eat, remember no lettuce or you’ll get sick again.”

“Ok mommy,” your son said as he happily ran back to the place from whence he came. 

You slowly turned to look at Gojo, who was looking at your son, who stood behind the diner’s service counters with a burger in his hand, happily chewing. You saw him gulped before looking at you. You knew what he was going to ask, so you tried to run away from him, but that didn’t work because he caught you quickly. His large warm hand wrapping around your elbow stopped you dead in your tracks. He then pulled you towards him, not caring if his wife and children were watching the scene before them. 

Tears streamed down your face as you lifted your head to look at him. He looked well, better than you did.

You both stood staring at each other for a while until your son called out for you again. “Mommy burgers. Come now.” 

You tried pulling your hand away from Gojo but the bastard wouldn’t let you go, instead he pulled you closer, his eyes staring you up and down, then over to your son, then back at you.

As yes, here it comes, “Y/n, is he mine?”

Of course he was, as if the infamous white hair and blue eyes wasn’t proof enough, but since he wanted to be smart about it, you replied. “He’s not. Tetsuya is not your son.” With that said you pulled away from him to attend to your kid, leaving Gojo there standing dumb founded. 

“Dad?” the eldest - (maybe not his eldest anymore) called out to him. 

“Sehan, I think you and your sister might have a brother that I didn’t know about.”

#gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo angst #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

[wordstro]

[2] sector one: post-apocalypse au + mingi + "it's for my friend."

a/n: 3.2k words, gender neutral reader, mingi x y/n, post apocalypse/dystopia typical violence, baker!yn

part 1 | series masterlist | part 3

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you liked baking focaccia. dimpling the bread calmed you.

you also liked learning combat. just in case you needed to run. just in case. combat was not as calming as the hours you spent baking, but it was important. complacency would be dangerous, and that thought remained a nagging voice at the back of your head.

for weeks now you attended ms. hyori's combat training sessions on your days off from the bakery, but ms. hyori had an accident where she'd slipped from one of the watchtower ladders and broke her ankle so she's been stuck on sewing duty - she hated it, if her constant, very loud groaning that could be heard throughout the compound was anything to go by.

unfortunately for sector one, the medic was a temporary replacement after the previous one had died on a medical supply run, and sector one still had not found a medic with actual working medical knowledge. this had been a problem since before you'd even entered sector one. unfortunately, training people who spent years spent within the walls of sector one with a measly tattered medical textbook only created a group of medics that could treat nothing worse than cuts, scrapes, and sprains.

injuries such as hyori's were treated mostly with bandages and strict rest orders to ensure that they healed properly; at least this was what yeri had told you the other day as you both worked on a round of focaccia bread from possibly expired yeast scavenger crew three found near a rundown gas station. broken bones often did not heal right before the Invasion; you could not imagine dealing with one now.

when you arrive at the training grounds, everyone else is already discussing who would replace ms. hyori, their hushed voices mixing with the early morning chirping from the birds. despite everything, nature kept on, and you always figured that was how the end of the world would go. hearing it and seeing it firsthand, though, was still jarring.

"morning, everyone," joy's soft, airy voice fills the training grounds. though she isn't loud, her voice echoes, and it seems to capture the attention of everyone instantly. even the early morning birds get quieter. joy strides to the front, people stepping aside to make room for her. there were two people trailing behind her.

joy has a bright smile on her face, her eyes sparkling, as she turns to face the group. the two unfamiliar people at her shoulders - one tall and the other shorter, but both angular, made rugged by their days beyond the wall, no doubt, with matching knitted brows, watchful eyes, and an air to them that you knew meant they were New - merely loomed behind her, like a brewing storm.

joy gestures to the two men beside her. the tall one towers over her, a looming figure with a quiet, intense aura. somehow the shorter one is scarier, his features sharp. he looks like the type of man that would have been casted in a television show about gangs.

the tall one, though terrifying in his height and stoic demeanor, appears almost docile in nature, gentler, in comparison. he keeps his distance from joy, you notice, but his eyes flit over the class attendees, lingering on each of you as if he is making mental notes in his head. he is rightfully wary, but he did not seem explosive or impulsive, which was hard to come by in this new world where many attacked first and asked questions last.

"as you may have already heard, hyori is out indefinitely until she's fully recovered. luckily for us, a couple newcomers have enthusiastically agreed to help with combat training during this time slot."

joy waves at the two men. neither of them look remotely enthusiastic.

"hyori has given them her approval, so i'm sure they'll do great. everyone, meet san," joy gestures to the shorter, sharp-featured man. his name suited him, his demeanor jagged like a mountain. joy turns, craning her neck to look up at the tall man, smiling brightly as she points at him, "and mingi. i know you all have things to do, so i won't keep you any longer. i hope you all treat each other kindly. san, mingi, if you need anything you know where to find me."

joy waves as she leaves, her personal guard following behind her. you stare at the two men.

mingi. back Before you would have thought this was merely a coincidence, but the world was truly small nowadays so coincidences no longer existed, at least not with names. this had to be that mingi. chocolate chip mingi. yeosang's friend.

yeosang comes by at least three times a week to request pastries. it was not the norm, really, and the kitchen head often looked down upon such a thing, but you allowed it. you liked the company, and he seemed more relaxed with each visit. it fascinated you, watching him open up to you so slowly. unfortunately, you didn't have chocolate chip cookies, as that last bit of chocolate chips was devoured quite quickly by dinner time the very same day you met yeosang, but you you still referred to yeosang's friend as the chocolate chip man. yeosang's friend who was named mingi. who is here in front of you. you you could finally put a face to.

yeosang never really bothered to bring mingi around.

"i swear you only come around here so you can get first dibs on any fresh batches," you muttered after you swatted yeosang's hand away when he tried to pick at a scone you'd just pulled from the oven.

"it's for my friend," yeosang said, "he's sad."

"yeah, yeah, yeah," you'd rolled your eyes, "i'm starting to think this sad chocolate chip man isn't real."

yeosang had laughed, but he did not say anything to refute your half-assed joke. you still gave him an extra scone before shooing him away from your kitchen.

you'd started to think you might have liked yeosang's company.

most importantly, you started to think his friend did not exist. perhaps yeosang needed company himself, and had no idea how to ask for it. you understood that need; you've had plenty of newcomers linger in your kitchen in search of someone to listen as they rambled on and on. yeosang mostly lurked in your kitchen in silence though. so clearly, this mingi was not real.

except now you know he is very much real.

mingi's eyes meets yours over a few heads, and you find yourself quickly looking away first, shuffling from foot to foot as you focus your attention on san. you feel as if you know him, when he likely has no idea who you are.

"...start with a few simple stretches and then i want you to show me your defensive st..." san's voice drones.

~.~.~.~.~

the rest of the session is quick, and on par with hyori's level of skill, though san and mingi clearly lack her positivity. san does not smile once, and mingi did not speak. somehow, san's intimidating, piercing stares and one-worded corrections as he walked around the training field is motivating though, because the class seemed much more serious this morning than you've ever thought it'd be.

when you first arrived at sector one, the disregard in everyone's demeanor had put you off. it was disconcerting, to think that you'd spent so long living in constant vigilance, while everyone here treated important things such as combat training like it was a boxing class at a local gym.

even after so much time in sector one, the nonchalance still bothered you. you could not shake the fear and anxiety, despite everything. san's stoic demeanor brings with it a sense of urgency in the other members of sector one that you often did not see. perhaps it was more present in those who did supply runs or worked outside the wall, but not in classes like this. it's as if his wariness is contagious.

where san is stoic, his directions short and his patience shorter, mingi does not say a word. he merely taps on shoulders, taps at incorrect points in someone's form, and demonstrates the correct form over and over until the person understands. he certainly has patience, and his presence draws command, despite his inability to speak. you find your eyes drifting to him, even as you try to keep your focus on san.

after class, you sit sprawled in the grass, fanning yourself. the sun has gotten hotter over the last few days, and sweat drips down your back at the simplest of tasks.

san and mingi are talking quietly as the other sector one training session attendees disperse. you didn't think mingi could speak, but it seemed he could, but he chose not to.

"hey, mingi, san!" a familiar voice calls. yeosang appears, waving at mingi and san. so, this is chocolate chip mingi. "do either of you want to -"

yeosang cuts himself off when san walks away mid-sentence, disappearing into the shower rooms at the edge of the training field. he did not look back or acknowledge yeosang. yeosang stares after him, a long look that has you scrambling to your feet, suddenly feeling as if you are intruding on something that was none of your business.

being nosy, though tempting, only spelled trouble, Before and After. besides, the secondhand embarrassment curling at the pit of your stomach as you watched yeosang's shoulders droop and his smile slip from his face was enough to have you scurry to the showers as quickly as you could.

~.~.~.~.~

"it seems this mingi character is in fact very real," you say to yeosang moments after he appears like clockwork at the door of your kitchen the next day.

"what?"

"so it turned out my new combat instructor's name is mingi."

"oh," yeosang nods. "yeah, joy's forced us all to take up hobbies."

there's scorn in his tone as he spits out the last word. you laugh and he scowls at you as you say, "so what does she have you doing?"

"take care of the livestock," yeosang mutters.

"that sounds nice." it did. sector one only had a handful of cattle and chicken, but they were sweet. joy mentioned during your tour that the cattle would not be used for meat unless absolutely necessary, as their manure and milk were more beneficial to the compound. the chicken were used solely for their eggs. it was as if joy was giving you reassurance, as if you were allowed to get attached to these animals if you wanted to, because they would remain. she listed it off as if she'd repeated the same sentiment time and time again.

"well, it's not nice." yeosang rolls his eyes, "it smells like shit."

"sounds like cuddling a cow or two would do you some good, yeosang."

yeosang glares at you, "that is exactly what joy said."

"and now you have a second opinion."

yeosang's glare deepens, but he keeps his mouth shut.

you cut the sourdough loaf in front of you into thin slices. the crunch as you slice into the bread with your dull knife fills the room for a long moment.

"it's so fucking stupid."

you look up at yeosang, "what is?"

yeosang gestures around you both, "all of this. everything is so...nice, and it's fucking insane. how do any of you...why is everyone so..."

yeosang's frown only deepens as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"normal?" you finish for him.

he nods, "it's fucking insane."

you'd thought the same thing, when you were alone in your little cot in your tiny room - it was a little brick room that fit a small cot, a tiny rickety chair, and a scratched up table that you were sure they'd swiped from a school. your clothes were stacked neatly in a woven basket you'd made yourself the first few weeks after you'd arrived. it wasn't much, and you figured the single rooms were so tiny so no one would spend all their time in their rooms - you spent countless nights staring up at the stone ceilings, counting scratches on the brick or missing pieces in the grout, and wondered the same thing. how was this sane? what if the compound was attacked? would anyone be prepared? what if none of this was real, and you'd succumbed to some kind of madness? how was everyone okay with pretending things were normal?

you still wonder the same thing. but the thing is, more often than not you find yourself looking forward to your shifts in the bakery. you watch exhausted smiles stretch across the faces of people - fellow survivors - as they bite into fresh bread or a sweet treat you'd made, and you understand it. it feels like living again. you hadn't had the chance before the invasion, really. everyday, rumors spread of new couples dating. two pregnancies were announced during your time here. it's insane, and you think everyone around you knew it as well. yet you congratulated them anyway. you kept an escape bag under your bed just in case. yet you returned to your kitchen shift like clockwork. you understood it so well. was that naive of you? of all of you?

you wipe your hands on your apron and you say, "why do you come here everyday asking for sweets for mingi?"

yeosang frowns, tone harsh, "why the fuck does that matter?"

you glare at him, matching his harsh tone, "do you think you're the only person in this entire compound that comes here asking for fresh bread or something sweet for a friend? everybody is just trying to cope. is it a little insane? probably, but who the hell are you to judge when you're the same?"

yeosang maintains his scowl, his lips pressed into a thin line. he says, "i don't trust places like this. you're an idiot if you do."

"do you think i do?" you snap back.

yeosang scoffs, "whatever."

you watch as he rolls his eyes, turns on his heels and storms off, a whirlwind of anger, and you wonder if yeosang had a bad experience with settlements like this before. you'd ran from a previous group when they started plans to settle. yeosang did not seem like the type to run from things before they got difficult, at least not the way you did.

~.~.~.~.~

"partner up!" san calls out, clapping his hands as he looks around expectantly. "we're going to practice one-on-one now."

there's been an influx of participants in this particular class ever since last week - likely due to whispers of the new instructors. yeri had mentioned to you how dreamy the newbies were, especially the tall kind medic who she assisted the other day. you did not blame them, really. san is handsome, in an angst-ridden sort of way - a rugged mysterious man whose serious demeanor leaves everyone wanting to know more. mingi was a chiseled handsome, more sad than anything else to you, and, frankly, you found it fascinating how quiet he was. but most of all, you liked that he seemed gentle, like he would not even hurt a fly. his presence made you more comfortable than san's for that reason.

"you're the baker right?" you turn at the voice.

a man with longer black hair, tanned skin, a stocky build, and twinkling eyes crosses his arms over his chest as he peers at you.

you frown, "yeah, i am. why are you asking?"

"let's partner up," he says, ignoring your question. he does not smile as he holds a hand out, though he does keep talking, "i'm wooyoung. i'm new."

you introduce yourself, and his expression twitches. you watch as he settles into a fighting stance, fists in front of his face, legs solid and wide. you settle into your own fighting stance.

san calls for you all to start, his voice ringing through the training fields.

wooyoung says, "so you're the one who's upset yeosang."

he says it more as a statement rather than a question. you blink in surprise. you hadn't seen yeosang since he walked out. you wondered where he was - maybe you even worried a bit - but at the end of the day you and yeosang were not friends, so did it really matter if you checked on him or asked around about him?

"i..." you frown at wooyoung, "he upset himself."

wooyoung's eyes narrow. suddenly he lunges at you. you're unprepared for when he easily side swipes your limp hands and pulls your hands back, shoving you into the ground. you certainly eat dirt. wooyoung lets go of you pretty quickly. you glare at him, "what the fuck was that for?"

wooyoung shrugs, says, "you should have been ready."

you get to your feet, swinging at him as soon as you do, but wooyoung is ready. he's too good at hand-to-hand combat. it pisses you off. he grabs your wrist and twists it until you're turned with your back to him. then he jabs you in the knees and you collapse. he lets go of you, stepping into your view.

you rub your twisted arm, bewildered, "are you serious? is this because yeosang is upset?"

wooyoung hums, "nah that last one was because you used up my entire chocolate chip stash."

before you can say anything, someone clears their throat behind you. wooyoung's flick up behind you and you turn from where you are still sitting on the floor clutching your arm.

mingi looms over you, nearly blocking out the sun. he is a shadowed outline, his chiseled features softened by the shadows he casts. his hands are stuffed into his pockets, and he does not say a word. he just holds out a hand towards you. you take his hand, and he easily hauls you up to your feet.

wooyoung rolls his eyes, "i'm just having a bit of fun."

"you're being mean." mingi says. you startle at his voice. it's a deep rumble, a little raspy. you look between mingi and wooyoung, as they both seem to have a conversation with only their eyes, leaving you to stand awkwardly in silence between them.

wooyoung throws his hands in the air, "whatever, i'll spar with san."

you watch wooyoung stalk away, and all you can think about is that those chocolate chips must have come from the newbies. from yeosang and his friends. why didn't joy tell you when she gave you the bag? all you can think about is wooyoung clearly being pissed at you because yeosang was upset. protectiveness like that was normal these days, though you found such codependency dangerous. you were with a group once who would kill people just for looking at them the wrong way. it was dangerous and strange, and you were never one for codependency, even back before the invasion.

"thanks for that," you say, after a beat of silence.

mingi just shrugs.

the silence lasts another moment before you add, "i'm y/n."

mingi smiles then, even as he says, "the baker."

you nod, unable to help your own smile. his smile is infectious, all gummy and sweet, adding an unexpected charm to his expression. you laugh a little as you say, "yeah, the baker."

#ateez scenarios #ateez angst #mingi angst #mingi scenarios #ateez #mingi #itpfl #sector one

[sw33t-d1vine]

Springtrap carrying you bridal style for some reason and when he notices it has you flustered he tries to get you blushing by turning up the charm ^^

“ Melting ”

Springtrap x GN!reader

———

After talking with Springtrap for a while, you decide to head home. Unfortunately, you tripped and got injured and now Springtrap is carrying you back. Looks like you aren’t going anywhere.

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(A/N) He’s such a tease and def flirts w u whenever he has the chance me thinks

Late night talks with Springtrap was something you always enjoyed. The chats would go on and on until it was basically 12AM, sometimes longer. The both of you enjoyed each other’s company, sometimes you two would even just sit in a comforting silence.

It was currently 11PM, and you were talking with Springtrap, telling him about your day. He listened to you, nodding his head to show he was listening. He perked up when you stood, checking the time on your phone.

“Sorry Spring, I have to get home early.. I got something important to do tomorrow.” You sighed, pocketing your phone. Springtrap stood, wanting to see you out. “It’s alright dear. I’ll be here when you come back.” He hummed, “Let me walk with you to the front doors, at least.”

As the two of you started to walk to the doors, you began talking again, and he listened. You did start getting worked up over something, making you turn to him and asking for his opinion. Though, while doing so, it seemed like you tripped over something and sprained your ankle. Springtrap was quick to be by your side, checking your ankle. This wouldn’t do, you couldn’t walk like this, especially at night.

Springtrap reached out, carefully picking you up bridal style. “Looks like you aren’t going anywhere, doll.” He chuckled, turning and walking back to the room.

You frowned, sighing and letting Springtrap carry you back. You knew if you tried to protest, he would simply ignore you, so you stayed quiet.

your ankle wasn’t so bad, luckily, but it would be painful to walk on it.. You were lucky Springtrap was even with you to help.

You glanced up at his face, blinking before looking away as heat began rushing to your cheeks. You were very close to him.. and it didn’t help with the little crush you had on him either. Springtrap did notice your pink cheeks, and he let out a chuckle, leaning his head down to look at you. “Are you flustered, my dear?”

Your response was only a small “No!”, shaking your head. Springtrap hummed, “Are you sure, dove? Your face is quite red.” He pointed out, making you shake your head again. “It’s just.. hot in here. Mhm..” You nodded to yourself, knowing that wasn’t the reason you were heating up.

Springtrap gave you an amused look. It was chilly at night, and he knew as well that the building being hot was not the reason. He didn’t pry though, and instead, continued walking.

It was silent, before he spoke again. “..You know, you could’ve just asked if you wanted to be carried and wrapped in my arms.” He teased, glancing down at you for your reaction. You had your face turned and your eyes closed. “Stop being such a flirt.” You grumbled.

Laughing, Springtrap walked back into the room, sitting down with you resting on his lap. “Just teasing you, dear.” He muttered, resting his chin over your shoulder. “You better cancel whatever you’re doing tomorrow, love. You aren’t going anywhere with that injury of yours.” Springtrap muttered, “Lets sit for a bit, then we can tend to your ankle, okay?” He kept his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. You nodded and sighed, smiling. “Okay..”

You were gonna be stuck here for a few days before being able to go back home, but you didn’t mind being with Springtrap at all..

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #fnaf william afton #william afton #fnaf #springtrap #springtrap x reader #five nights at freddys

[aphroditestummyrolls]

26 + wesper? 💌

Hello! Sorry this took so long— the holidays are always a more difficult time to focus on writing, and then with Covid, jetlag, and the leftover annoyance of my sprained ankle, I’ve just been off my game.

Thank you for participating, though! And being so patient. These little prompts are really helping me get back in the saddle. And I LOVED writing this one. I think I might even continue it and make it a little oneshot.

Enjoy ❤️

Jesper Fahey couldn’t sit still. This wasn’t something that he was bothered by or defensive about when people mentioned it— not most of the time, at least. It was just a fact. As much of a fact as him having charcoal grey eyes, being devilishly handsome, and being able to shoot a coat button from a half mile away and around a corner.

He had a permanently restless mind— his thoughts raced from one thing to another, and his body was constantly fidgeting. He couldn’t keep up with himself sometimes. And he’d fiddle with his guns, or chew absently at his fingers, desperate for something to occupy him whenever he was idle.

Jes didn’t do idle. And if there was one thing smaller than his attention span, it was the likelihood that he’d been listening in the first place.

It wasn’t his fault his brain was so loud. So constant.

Unless it was a target, focus was just not a Jesper talent.

That particular night, though, Jesper had never stayed still for so long. It took effort to keep his mind in check, but luckily for him, his loud, hectic brain was only thinking about one thing: Wylan Van Eck.

A fluff of half singed curls tickled at the underside of his jaw. There was a puff of a pained whimper across his collarbone. The tip of Wylan’s sooty little nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Thank the Saints you stopped by to walk him home, he thought, his fingers twitching restlessly over his lover’s smaller frame. He was pressed to his side, a solid, grounding weight where they laid in the workshop's grotty old bed. If it had been worse, he could have…

Well, Jesper would’ve felt terrible for all the cracks he’d made about losing fingers. That was for certain.

He stroked his thumb along the knuckles of the hand he held— one, two, three, four, and a thumb curled loosely by Jesper’s palm. They were all present and accounted for under the fraying edge of the bandage tied there. It probably wasn’t the best patch job, but he was a bit rattled at the time. It would do until Wylan had slept off the worst of the headache— then they could find Nina and beg her help.

For now, it was just them. Just Jesper, really, listening to his own loud mess of overlapping thoughts while Wylan slept, curling in impossibly closer.

He works too much. These long days are too long, and he probably forgot to eat again, and I was too busy to stop by—

It left a pit in his stomach and a twitch in his muscles— to move, to pace, to do something more, even if there was nothing more to be done.

Wylan snuffled against his chest, and Jesper felt the clench of something desperate and warm wrapped around his heart. He pressed his lips to his merchling’s forehead, getting a nose full of his smoky curls while he did.

They’d need a bath when they got back. In a big way. The stench of the chemicals was more than the ventilation shafts could handle. Still, Jesper only held him tighter, feeling a little insane.

He would never forget walking into the workshop that night— the reek of burning chemicals in the air, the thick cloud of bitter smoke that made his throat sting and his eyes water. He was blinded by the dark plume of it, blinking rapidly as he fought to adjust to the dim lamps somewhere in the chaos. Still, Jesper ran down the stairs.

When he called Wylan’s name, he got nothing but stomach-churning silence.

It took a long moment of Jesper shouting himself hoarse, covering his nose and mouth with his— probably now ruined— pocket square, before he picked up the first signs of movement in the wreckage. There was a rattling cough, and then I’m here! He croaked out the words before dissolving into coughs. I’m- I’m alright, just wait—

With a sudden gust of wind, the vents were cranked open as wide as they could go. The noxious fog thinned and, finally, there was the slim silhouette of his lover. He was hunched over with one hand braced against the workbench. The other was cradled to his chest.

Jesper was at his side faster than he knew he could move. With the reassurance of that standing, awake, alive merchling in his arms, Jes’s brain immediately filled with a hundred shouted questions— what happened? Where does it hurt? Let me see your hand—

In the end, he didn’t need to say a word. Which was a good thing, because not a single word could seem to make it from his brain to his mouth. Wylan was leaning heavily into his chest, his knees wobbly enough that Jesper had to steady him with an arm around his waist. The other was nothing more than a blur, flitting uselessly across the smaller man’s frame like he could scan him for injuries.

My… he swallowed with an audible click, a breath from Jesper’s ear, my head. I hit my head.

Sure enough, there was a bloody mat of hair at the back of his head. His fingers came away stained red. Sucking his teeth nervously, Jesper’s brain got louder, but he didn’t say anything for the moment. Wylan’s eyes were glassy, but focused, and he took that as a good sign as he stroked lightly over his wild hair, trying to assess the damage better. It was so tender that even Jes’s barely present little probe was too much. Wy hissed.

Jes, please.

Okay— okay, Love. He carefully removed his goggles from the top of his head, and plucked the plugs from his ears. I’ve got you.

By the time he shuffled him over to the bed, the smoke had cleared. Jesper sighed at the state of it all— the workshop and the mad scientist included— and let himself revel for just a moment in sheer relief.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as it seemed.

Snagging a roll of bandages and a half-assed first aid kit from a shelf near the bed, Jesper could see that the smoke was much worse than the actual explosion. There was a splintered gouge in the workbench that would need sanding— as if anything ever got sanded in the Barrel— and a sooty stain where it all happened, but other than a few broken bottles and vials, it was no worse for wear.

Wylan must’ve been right there when the blast went off. The support beam behind the workbench had a small blood stain at just about head height for his merchling. He was sooty and singed, with only two perfect circles of clean skin around his eyes— at least he’d been wearing his gear. All that was hurt were his pretty little head, and a messy looking red burn on his right hand.

Alright, Jesper nodded, trying to remember what his da did to gauge Jesper’s head injuries growing up. Head first, merchling. D’you know your name?

Wylan’s lips twitched like he might laugh. A good sign. Wylan Van Eck.

Mhm. And where d’you live, Wylan?

The Slat, with- with my boyfriend.

He never got tired of hearing that. You’ve got a boyfriend? That’s a shame. Wylan managed half a little smile when Jesper winked at him. Come here often?

Jes, he sighed, my head hurts.

He cooed sympathetically, cupping his cheek as softly as he could with one hand while he used his sacrificial pocket square to smear away a little bit of the soot with the other.

I know, Love— you gave it a good, hard smack. But you’re not slurring, you’re not disoriented. So, that’s a point in your favour. Are you nauseous? Dizzy?

Jesper had had enough concussions to at least remember how they felt. Wylan nodded. A bit— the dizziness was pretty bad at first, I… I think I’m fine now, though.

Just in case, it was best not to move him yet. And by the time he was finished dabbing a burn salve into the raw skin of his hand and was tying off the bandage, Wylan’s pretty brown eyes were halflidded. He was swaying just a little where he sat at the edge of the bed.

Jes kissed the top of the bandage.

He supposed a little nap couldn’t hurt. The clock tower was striking 8 bells, and Kaz was sure to be wondering where Jesper had gone— he’d mentioned something about a meeting? He’d never given him a time, though, so he had no right to give him his disappointed face when they got back.

At least, Jes didn’t remember a time.

Well, something more important came up.

The most important thing was Wylan’s poor beleaguered head, pillowed on his chest. His steady breaths were leaving little puffs of warm air across Jesper’s chest. And with that bandaged hand held loosely in his own, his brain finally felt a little quieter.

#six of crows #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Whumptember 15th: Broken Bone

Oh my! I'm so sorry everyone. I got so busy yesterday that I forgot to upload my story! So here's yesterday's story and as an apology and because we are halfway through Whumptember, today's post may get a little spicy. I don't know if it will be full smut, but I'm going to at least try to add some steam. Sorry again for the delay in this one and I hope you like it! --Anna

You rushed through the doors to the emergency room, walking up to the main intake desk.

“Can I help you?” The lady at the desk asked without looking up from her computer.

“Yes. My son was brought in about thirty minutes ago.”

“What’s the name?” She asked, still seemingly uninterested.

“Theodore Y/L/N”

Upon hearing your answer, she finally looked up. You could see the wheels turning in her head. 

“Y/L/N? Is your son around 10 years old?” When you nodded your head yes as her question, she continued. “You know that the Winter Soldier brought him in right?”

You felt your anger spike. “He’s not the Winter Soldier. His name is Sergeant James Barnes. Please address him as such. Now can I please see my son?”

At your response, her face turned red in embarrassment. “Of course, my apologies. If you’ll follow me please.”

She led you down the hallway to an exam room. Knocking on the door, she then opened it and motioned for you to step inside. Inside was your son, Bucky, and someone who you imagined to be the physician on call. As soon as Bucky saw you, he breathed a sigh of relief, however, you could tell that he was still stressed and nervous.

“Mom! The doctor said I need a cast and I get to pick the color for it!” Your son seemed cheerful and excited and in less pain than you expected, which you were grateful for.

“That’s great Teddy! Be thinking of what color you want while I talk to the doctor for a bit.” You said as you placed a kiss on his forehead and went to sit next to Bucky, taking his metal hand in yours.

The doctor spent the next few minutes explaining that your son had broken his Ulna but luckily the fracture was relatively clean and wouldn’t need surgery to correct anything. A simple plaster cast for the next 6 weeks. After that, they would x-ray it again to see how it was healing but that it shouldn’t need recasted. He said that Bucky had done a good job immobilizing and icing the break before they got to the hospital. It probably saved your son some pain and also kept the injury from getting worse. Bucky forced out a smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. The doctor said that someone would be in shortly to apply his cast and he exited the room. 

Your son was busy playing games on his tablet while he waited to get his cast. You turned to Bucky and stared at him long and hard. “What’s going on Buck? I can practically see your wheels turning.” You were still holding his hand and gently caressed the back of his hand. You knew he could feel it but he didn’t acknowledge it. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. We were busy running around the playground and being wild. I should have been more careful. I saw him lose his balance but I couldn’t get to him fast enough.” He shook his head and seemed really upset by the whole scenario.

“Bucky…” You tried to get him to look at you and he just kept looking down at his lap, chewing on side of his cheek. 

“James.” You said more firmly, using a bit of your “mom” voice. Even your son looked up for a moment, until he realized that you weren’t talking to him. He finally looked up at you, his eyes filled with apprehension and guilt.

“None of this is your fault. He’s a kid, and a rambunctious one at that. This is not his first time in the ER for something like this, and I highly doubt it will be the last.” You smiled at him kindly. “Do you remember when he chipped two teeth playing hockey last winter? Or when he sprained his ankle trying to jump from one couch to the other. Kids get hurt. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Especially not yours. If anything, you being there kept him safer. He is less hurt and in less pain because you were there and knew what to do.”

He still hadn’t responded, but you nudged him a little with your shoulder. “Hey, I mean it. Thank you. I would have been so much more scared if you hadn't been there with him. I love you.” He finally smiled at you and you could see that he was starting to relax.

You held his hand and rested your head on his shoulder as you waited for the orthopedic tech to come in and cast your son’s arm. When they finally came in, they asked your son what color cast he was going to pick.

“Black.” He said very assuredly. The tech nodded their head and went about wrapping his arm in gauze and padding.

“Really? I thought you would have gone for blue or green?” You questioned him, knowing that those were his favorites.

He shook his head. “No. I want black.”

“Well, okay then.” You let him have his pick. It was his arm anyway. 

“Hey mom, before we go home can we go to the craft store?” 

“What for, bud?” 

“I want a gold paint marker.”

“Why?” You asked him, confused.

“I want to put lines on my cast. That way Bucky and I can match.” He said with the biggest smile on his face.

“W-what?” Bucky sputtered out his question, taken aback by your son.

“Well, my cast is on my left arm and I thought it would be cool to match arms. I mean, if you’re okay with that.” He gave Bucky a small smile, hoping that he hadn’t crossed some line.

“Y-yeah, bud. I’m okay with that. I mean…if your mom says it’s okay.” Bucky looked at you, his eyes slightly misty as he felt your son's love for him. You smiled bigger than you had in a long time.

“I think that sounds like a great plan.”

#whumptember #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader

[jadespeedster17]

The Tunnels

Summary: A hiking trip goes wrong when Grian falls down into an open root system under the place. His friends go back to get help, leaving him alone in the darkness under the ground. And with a feeling that he is not alone here. That someone or something is watching him in the darkness. Also there is a bunch of shrooms growing around as well.

Notes: This isn’t part of the main sires of The Mushroom Man, just a au of Scar being a cryptid of evolved human/spore species that lives in the darkness of caves. 

Warnings: Dubcon, Aphrodisiacs used, Body Horror, Smut, Corruption, Scittes (lol), tentacles/vines, Horny Jail For Everyone.

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Down. Down. Down.

Grian grunted as he slide down the rooted and wet slope into the darkness below. He heard Jimmy yell out to him, along with the others. As the ground have gave out beneath Grian. The roots scratched at his cheeks as he hit the ground with a hard thump at the end.

A faint groan escaped his mouth as he had landed on something, coughing a bit as dust and something earthy, possibly dirt, filled his lungs. He coughed again as he looked up at the light from the crack he fell down at. He could faintly make out Jimmy and Mumbo’s forms. 

“GRIAN!” the muffled yells echoed down to him, “Are you okay!?” Mumbo’s voice yelled down to him.

Grian looked up at them, and at the large roots and sharp rocks up, “Yeah! I’m fine!” he called back to them wincing a bit, his ankle hurt alot. 

There was muffled voices agian before Jimmy yelled down, “Can you get back up!?” he asked his friend worriedly.

Looking again at the steep rocks and decaying roots he groaned, “No!” he said wincing a bit when he tried to stand. “it’s too steep, the roots won’t hold my weight even if I tried... and I think I sprained my ankle!” he called back. His voice echoing around him in the large cave system. 

The two were talking again to each other, Grain really couldn’t make out their voices as the were far above him. He got out his flashlight and shook it a few times to get it working as it seems to have been a bit damaged. But luckily the light came on, if a bit weak.

He shined it around the cave looking up and around. Roots hung down from the top, along with moss growing along the walls and flooring. There was also mushrooms all around in the walls and such, “Woah...” Grian muttered out in awe, some of them were huge! Guess this was the right conditions for them to grow in being underground. It was damp, dark, and well protected from frost.

It was also warm down here, despite it nearing the autumn season it was spring temperatures here. He also guessed during the summer it stayed cool due to rain fall. 

“GRIAN!” He looked back up at his friends, “We’re gonna go find someone who can get you out of there, try not to wander off. We’ve marked the nearby trees to find our way back.” Jimmy told him.

Suppose that was the best course of action, Grian didn’t want to get lost in these tunnels but climbing out also wasn’t an option without a rescue team. “Alright!” he called back, “I’ll stay here for the time being... please hurry back!” he told them.

With confirmations to return, Grian listened to the sound of fading footsteps... and leaving him alone in the dark with the only light source being the crack above him. Looking around again, Grian sighed as he took a seat on the ground and set his hiking bag beside him.

He was prepared at least for a long haul, and could last 3 weeks on rations here. He had been hiking alot, so at least knew what he was doing. he looked with his flashlight to where he fell to see some crushed mushrooms, he must have landed on them... well their size might have also softened the fall a bit. They didn’t look poisonous either, they looked like larger versions of the Caesar Mushroom. 

Grian turned off his flashlight for the time being, if he was here at dark he’d need it later. the way back would take at least 4 hours for them, it’d be dark by the time they got there, and even then to wait for the rescue team in the morning. Grian grimaced a bit, he might need to get his sleeping bag out to preserve warmth and make a fire. 

The cave was silent, save for the sound of the wind coming from above him, Grian sat back against the rooted wall, lost to his thoughts. It was kind of creepy down here, the cave was huge, meaning the roots of the tall trees outside had possibly opened up this limestone caves by eroding away everything. It seemed stable though, with the roots holding up everything above him. 

The sun was slowly starting to set, and it was growing darker as Grian was trying to get a small fire going. Which was hard as it was so damp down here. He narrowed his eyes in frustration, blowing lightly on the flames to get them going.

CLICK

Grian froze and looked up sharply and around the cave, his heart started to pick up the pace as fear was gathering. He swore he heard... footsteps? Something like that, it didn’t sound like a rock falling, nor the dripping of water from above. His eyes darted around in the darkness, unable to see anything clearly other than outlines of shapes and shadows. 

He swallowed hard, trying to take deep breaths to calm down. it could have been nothing, maybe it was just some small fox or something that made it’s home down here. Honestly the idea of being mauled by a fox or bear was easier to bear than... something else. 

Yet still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched now. 

It was said humans evolved to have a sixth sense, the rustle of a bush could have been the wind or a predator. But Human’s running from it were the smarter ones, and whether it was or wasn’t dangerous, still meant they lived for another day. Which was why the feeling of being watched was one of them, a sense that something dangerous and large or even smart was lurking around. 

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as Grian tended to the flames again. Trying to take his mind off of it. Feeling better when he did get the fire going, and it started to lit up the area a bit.

A sigh of relief escaped his throat, that was another thing, fire, light, a fear of the dark that was innate in us. Grian was honestly scared of the dark, or rather what possibly lurked in the dark. He gripped his flashlight and looked around again, though it didn’t chase away all the darkness, it did enough for him to see things better. 

Slowly, he started to calm down again, trying to ignore the feeling... it was nothing, it was nothing... it was-

*Huff*

Everything in Grian froze up and he jumped a bit, looking around wildly now and trying to turn on his flashlight. That... that wasn’t hum, that was breathing! And it didn’t sound like an animal he knew either! After some banging the light came on, and he shined it around the cave. Wildly looking for what made that noise, hoping it was an animal of sorts. 

For a moment, nothing showed, just the mushrooms in the darkness and roots. Grian swallowed again, his mouth felt dry, his heart was racing. He knew he heard-

Something caught his eye, and Grian shined the light on it. The beam didn’t go far, the flashlight wasn’t something powerful, just a simple tool to help someone go find a place to pee outside then return to the tent. So it could barely make it out, the... silhouette of something in the darkness.

Grian’s breath hitched, as glowing green eyes stared at him illuminated by the light of the flashlight. It... looked human, uncanny valley vibes as it titled it’s head at a 90 degree angle. It was staring dead at him, watching him, Grian’s scream caught in his throat and he froze like a deer in the headlights.

Freeze kicked in first, as he couldn’t flight and didn’t know if he could fight. Hoping, in some primitive part of his brain, that if he stayed still enough, the creature would think him not alive. 

For a long moment, the two stared at each other, glowing green eyes staring into Grian’s brown ones. Grian was barely breathing right now, slowly, in and out, trying not to make a sound. To not make a single move.

Then, the creature stood up, allowing Grian to make out the shape for a moment. tall, muscular looking with... something on it’s shoulders and he could also see something on it’s head. What seemed to be dust shook off it.

Then the flashlight gave out, and plunged the area into darkness.

“Shit!” Grian swore moving to try and get it on again, the only light now was the campfire next to him, but even that didn’t give enough light to see where the thing had gone!

A sound of something moving around, dragging against the rocky, damp floor. Dirt being scooted around, as Grian took a shaky breath trying to get his only light source to work. 

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, taking a shaky breath again. Trying to listen to where it could have gone! Tears stung his eyes, fear closing up his throat. He gripped a branch that he used to start the fire, best guess, a weapon of sorts against this... thing.

Grian heard it again, getting closer to him. As he turned around to the left, then the right, trying to see where it was. Too scared to talk, to move, he was back in the corner, and fear rushed over him. It was close, it had to be close, it was stalking him. What even was it? Something human yet... not?

Another ound, to his right as Grian turned sharply to it. Faintly he could see something in the low light of the fire, it was close it was-

Something was blown into his face, and Grian started to cough hard as it filled his nose and mouth. And earthy taste in it, his brain felt... foggy all of a sudden as he wheezed out a breath. His limbs felt... heavy... 

“Now now...” a voice, human sounding but... something was off about it. “Let’s put this out, much too bright in here.” it gripped his wrist, and squeeze. His grip loosened on the branch as it fell to the ground. There was a hiss as it hit the damp floor, and then everything turned dark again. 

There was a thick early scent around Grian, as something pressed up to him from the front. For a moment, it was dark, then he saw glowing green eyes, in fact the things skin was glowing! 

Grian’s mind felt sluggish he he could make out a scar running across the face, that had these purple roots growing out of it. In fact, there were mushrooms, glowing mushrooms, on this face of a male’s shoulders and arms. 

A clawed hand ran over his face, messing with his hair, “A human?” he asked curiously, male sounding too. “Been a while since a human has wandered down here.” a smile, showing a glowing tongue and sharp teeth.  The hand moved down over Grian’s chest, “But a pretty human too,” messing with his sweater, Grian breathed in another earthy scent from this guy. His mind felt slower again, and... warm too. 

The hand moved lower, Grian gasped as it pressed against his pants lightly. A chuckle, “Breath deeply little human, let us make you feel so good.” he cooed to him, as something wrapped around his wrist and held them up. two hands roamed over his body and claws started to... tear at his shirt. 

Grian made a confused sound at that, then whined as a touch against his skin set his body alight with warmth again. He felt sensitive all over, skin pressed against his chest, just now, in the other parts of his brain, did he notice this guy didn’t have much clothing on either. 

“Good little one,” The creature breathed out, nuzzling his lips against his neck, “Tell me your name, please?” he asked in a gentle, soothing tone.

“G-Grian.” he managed out, voice slurring out the words, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, each thought was lazily floating in and out, grasping it was like fog. It felt.. easier to just feel everything than to speak. 

“Grian.” The creature purred out the name, “Well you can call me Scar, pretty one.” a smirk against his skin. “Or, if you prefer, some call me Daddy.” he teased as Grian’s breath hitched a bit at that. 

Fingers tugged down his pants, breaking the button and forcing the zipper open. Grian whined a bit at that, as it brushed over his tent now, Scar chuckled again looking into his eyes. “Relax my newest Sporeling. Let the Father Spore give you his gift.” he cooed to him, a hand rubbing his hard on now.

Grian gasped a bit as the hand rubbed him up and down slowly, carefully, teasing the tip with a sharp clawed thumb. The taste of earthy something in his mouth again, as lips met his, and slid in the glowing tongue. 

Scar groaned against him, giving messy kissing as he explored in his mouth. Grian felt everything was so warm, filled with a pleasure hazy, more... fuck, he wanted more. A whine escaped between kisses. “Hmmm, S-Scar...?” he asked in a confused tone, tasting the name for a moment.

A smirk, against his lips, Scar said nothing kissing him again. The hand letting go of his cock to start lifting him. Grian whined at the lose of friction, before something slimy, and long wrapped around his length. He groaned out as it started to jerk him off. 

“Relax pretty Grian,” Scar breathed to him, “It’ll feel oh so good once I get my spores inside you.” he promised, as something rubbed against his entrance. 

Grian whined, he wasn’t even prepped yet, what was- “A-Ahhhh!” he cried out as the tip easily slid into him, covered in something that was like lube almost. It was a tight fit, Scar groaned out due to how tight it was. 

The... vine? around his length tighten it’s hold and started to move at a faster pace than before. As Scar slid inside him, completely, and all the way in. Groaning against his neck as he kissed it. Grian stared ahead, eyes dazed and fogged over. Faintly he noticed the... shrooms on the others back and shoulders smelled the same scent as the stuff in the air. 

Scar let him adjust for a moment, before he started to move back, then push forward with a hard thrust. “A-Ah! S-S-... Ahhh hmmm!” Grian moaned out as the thrusts picked up the pace.

“Now now little sporeling, you have to use your words, what do you want Daddy to do?” Scar grunted out, pushing in and out of that tight hole, his vines jerking off Grian, who had tears in his eyes from other stimulation. 

Grian was letting out mewls and moans of pleasure, every sense in him alight with pleasure. As the dick inside him rubbed in the right spots, just barely missing the spot he wanted it to hit. He whined out, “P-Please... Please... please!” he babbled out to him.

A deep hum, “Please what?” he asked back with a groan of his own, “You have to call me by what I am now, Grian.” he teased him lightly going slower again when Grian whined in frustation.

It was almost there, just please.. please.. “Oh... fuck! Daddy! Please!” he cried out, “Please daddy, fuck me harder!” he begged a bit, through whines and whimpers at how painfully slow both the vine and Scar was going. 

A pleased rumble as Scar kissed him softly, “Ofcourse pretty one.” he purred out as he started to now go faster again, and hit that spot hard.

“AH!” Grian cried out, throwing back his head, panting heavily as he breathed in more of that rather sweet scent now. “Daddy! Fuck!” he whined out as that spot was hit over and over. He was so close, “I’m... cu-!” 

Scar gripped him tightly, “With me now darling.” he commanded, pushing in hard with a sigh as Grian cried out. 

Cum painted his and Scar’s chest and stomach, as... warmth filled Grian. Pushing it’s way inside him, and filling him up. A hazy, lust filled fog clouded his mind.  Scar hummed deeply again, breathing in slow and deep against Grian’s hair.

It felt... amazing, hugging onto his mind, his body, everything. Cool, damp, yet also so warm. 

Scar kissed his head, ‘You love me.’ something whispered in his head.

Grian smiled in a daze at Scar, “I love you.” he repeated back in a far away tone.

‘You want me.’

“I want you.”

‘Stay with me’

“I’ll stay with you.” 

Grian nuzzled Scar’s chest tiredly as Scar pulled out of him, and his arms were let go. Scar picked him up easily, kissing him again softly, “Let’s get you to be my newest pretty sporeling.” he cooed, looking at his cum leaking out of the other, “I wonder what a pretty mushroom you’ll become?”

A dazed smile at that, as Grian snuggled up to him, he was so tired... as Scar walked him deep into the darkness of the cave, he liked the dark.

. . .

There was not a sign, no hair of Grian. His torn clothing was found at the bottom of the caves, along with what remained of a campfire and backpack. The cave system had collapsed in at one end of it, making exploration impossible.

There were no signs of a struggle either, meaning something had came and possibly either killed the hiker in his sleep and dragged him deeper, or kidnapped him in his sleep.

Jimmy and Mumbo swore their friend would never explore deeper, but no other leads were found.

In the end, it was demeaned a animal attack, and the case was closed. Considering there was bigger problems, like the suddenly growth of giant mushrooms in the forest. 

#tw corruption #tw aphrodisiacs #tw dubcon #tw tentacles #tw horror #tw body horror #scarian #goodtimeswithscar #grian #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #father spore scar #tw smut

[harlowcomehome]

Jack meets reader when modeling for a clothing brand like Prada this for sure would happens considering his glasses that he where’s all the time-🌊

“Model behavior.”

You have been modeling for various clothing companies and brands for the last two years of your career. You had met several other models and even celebrities, but you always wanted to keep things professional. Plus, you had never met anyone interesting enough to risk it all for.

Today you were working with Prada for a new spring collection, you were really excited to model everything and were told that you would be working with a celebrity. Normally when you got the briefings for your photo shoots there wasn’t much detail to it, you didn’t mind it though. You were only focused on yourself and what you brought to the table.

When you arrived on site early, you spoke with the photographer who gave you the rundown of what to expect today. He warned you that the celebrity that you were working with was newer to Prada and would likely need your help, which you didn’t mind at all. 

You had just got changed into your first outfit when you walked out and saw a familiar face, you recognized him right away. It wasn’t that you were a fan, it was that he was literally everywhere lately.

“Miss Y/N this is Jack Harlow” Raf the creative director introduced the two of you. You eyed him up and down, you thought the heels you were instructed to wear made you tall but he was taller, that of course being the first thing you noticed before being distracted by his aquamarine eyes.

“I’m Jack” he reached out and shook your hand. “Y/N” you smiled at him. “Oh I know, I saw you at New York fashion week” he admitted making your cheeks burn. Something about the way he carried himself, made you instantly attracted which had never happened before, you tried to mentally shake the feeling off.

“Jack, follow her to set and she’ll show you where to stand” Raf instructed. Jack nodded and followed closely behind you, he admired the way your legs looked in those heels. So much so that when you tripped and almost sprained your ankle he caught you.

“I don’t think those are buckled right” he said as you leaned into him before collecting yourself. You looked down to see one of the buckles wasn’t latched right, something that had never happened to you before.

“I got it” he bent down and fixed it for you, the pit of your stomach felt hot, such a simple kind gesture was so attractive.

“Thank you” you smiled as he came back up to your eye level.

“No problem, I have a feeling you’re going to be helping me a lot today. I feel like I already owe you” he smiled, his dimple you hadn’t noticed earlier coming out.

“Oh my gosh, you have dimples?” You said excitedly.

“One” he laughed, “just one.” You smiled at him,“well, we’ll make sure that sides what gets photographed. Dimples sell” you smiled. Jack could feel himself turning red, he wasn’t used to girls being so forward in a professional setting but he liked it. You all the while didn’t even realize he took it as flirting.

The two of you had fun during your photo shoot, which was good because there was a lot of natural looking laughing shots. Jack was really respectful of your body and your space, which you hate to praise someone for the bare minimum but it was usually not the case during these photo shoots. He would constantly ask you if his hand placement was alright, making you giggle at how soft he was about everything.

”You know? You’re actually really fun to work with” you admitted as you both went in for your final shot.

“I am?” He smiled, admiring you, he liked how nice and encouraging you had been the entire time.

“This is the most fun I’ve had on set” you giggled, standing in front of him with your legs spread sort as a power stance type pose.

“How long have you been modeling?”

You blushed at the question, realizing he was asking that based of what you said. You were stumped thinking of how to respond but luckily the creative director interrupted you instead.

“I love this chemistry the two of you have, would you mind if we took a little more intimate shots?”

You looked over at Jack for confirmation “I’m comfortable if you are” he nodded. You straddled his lap, putting on arm behind his back and the other in your hair. You only took a few shots, it didn’t take many to get a good one.

When you climbed off his lap, he held a hand out to steady you, he smiled up at you as you took it. “Thank you” you smiled, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “No problem” he smiled back.

“I think we got everything we need, as always thank you Y/N and thank you to Jack Harlow for accompanying us today as well” Raf announced to the staff surrounding you both who cheered and clapped.

You were going to hug him goodbye but as soon as Raf was out of view all of the girls on set swarmed him for his attention, you laughed to yourself as you walked back to your dressing room to get changed.

You had just grabbed your purse to leave when you opened the door to see Jack standing there. “Oh my gosh, you scared me” you giggled.

“You we’re going to leave without saying goodbye?” He teased and you smiled at him “you seemed a little preoccupied.”

He nodded at that, he was used to getting a lot of attention but for some reason he was drawn to you and the fact that you almost left without saying anything to him.

“I wanted to thank you for today. I still get a little nervous doing stuff like this” he smiled, you could tell he was being genuine.

“Don’t worry about it so much, you’re a natural” you smiled as you looked up at him. “You also have really pretty eyes” you hummed, not sure why you said that but it just came out. “I know the editing team will love that” you gushed.

Jack smiled at you “I mean, I’ve been told that a time or two.”

“Oh I’m sure you have!” You responded with a giggle and the two of you awkwardly standing there in silence for a brief fifteen seconds.

“Have dinner with me?” Jack blurted out, you could tell he was nervous to ask which you only found to be adorable.

“Tonight?” You asked with a smile and he nodded.

“Give me your phone” you held your hand out to him. He unlocked and handed you his phone, you called yourself and handed it back to him.

“I will text you details” he smiled, you could tell he was excited, but trying to keep his cool. You nodded and watched him walk away.

You watched as him and his team left the building, you collected your things and told Raf thanks again for the opportunity.

Raf stopped you before you headed out the door “you two have insane chemistry, just saying darlin.” You laughed it off but thought about it when you got into the car.

You already had a text from Jack, you admired his eagerness.

Jack Harlow: Miss me yet?

You hated how a three word message made you giggle like a kid.

You: You’re the one texting me. 🤔

Jack was also sharing the same reaction as you, laughing to himself as he was driven back to his hotel.

You both talked back and fourth a little bit before he told you when to be ready for dinner.

He picked you up himself, which surprised you but you were relieved. You thought he’d send a car or something extra and you weren’t sure how to handle that.

He met you on your porch, he was dressed in all black, he looked really good. You smelled his cologne instantly, “you smell good” you smiled and he did too.

“Thank you, it’s something new I have cooking up.”

“Oh! Exclusive? I’m honored to smell it” you laughed as the two of you walked to his car. He had a big goofy grin on his face, you wondered what he was up to.

He opened the car door for you. Before you got in your saw a small box with a bow sitting in the passenger seat, you picked it up and looked at him confused. He wiggled his eyebrows at you “I’m glad you thought it smelled nice.” You felt yourself blushing from the gesture “is this a bottle for me?”

He nodded “it’s unisex, and that’s the only bottle right now, besides the one that I have.” He smiled pretty big at that, you could tell he was proud of his gesture, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him before getting in the car.

When he got into the drivers seat you could tell his cheeks were red, he blushed easily, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t already noticed that earlier in the day. He saw you admiring his side profile, slightly nervous he cleared his throat and handed you the aux. “You can connect your music if you want” he smiled and you instantly got nervous “are you sure you don’t want to?” He laughed, your reaction was a reaction that he was used to “you’re worried I’m going to judge your music taste huh?” 

“No!“ you answered defensively, obviously playing along “never that!” He laughed “I like pretty much anything, so don’t worry.” You plugged your phone is, not realizing the last thing you played would automatically start playing and embarrassingly enough it was one of his songs. You quickly paused it but the damage was done, the song title and album cover showing up on his dash.

His eyes flickered to the screen and then back to you “oh yeah?” You were so embarrassed, you wanted to jump out of his car and run home. “I had to do my research, make sure you weren’t going to kill me on this date or something” you laughed and he did too “so you admit it?”

You looked over at him confused, all the while frantically searching for another more appropriate song to play. “Admit it?” You asked with a smile.

“This is a date” he smirked and you laughed.

“Do you give gifts to casual hangouts?” You teased and he clicked his tongue, really feeling like he met his match when it came to flirting.

“No, of course not” he smiled. “But quick question, what’s your favorite song off that album?” He teased and you couldn’t help but giggle “I’m not living that down anytime soon am I?” “Absolutely not” he snickered as he pulled into the parking lot of a private restaurant.

You had always wanted to eat here but it was basically known for being the celebrity hangout and very exclusive, invite only type of place.

You went to open your car door, Jack looked at you “are you crazy woman?”

You giggled “what?”

“AHT AHT! hand off the handle” he got out quickly and met you at your door.

“Are you always this dramatic?” You playfully rolled your eyes, smoothing out your dress and you got out of the car.

“Did I hear romantic?” He tested playfully putting a hand behind his ear “oh yeah well, only on dates” he smiled, his dimple very visible.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, a warm fuzzy feeling you hadn’t felt in a very long time. You liked how goofy he was, he kept you laughing and you liked that.

The two of you walked through a back entrance and was led to a rooftop table, the view of the city illuminated by lights. You were impressed, this was the best first date you’d ever been on.

The two of you sat down quickly and talked for a good while before finally ordering something. He kept his hand on the table, you could tell he wanted to grab your hand but he was unsure, you grabbed his instead. He smiled, his blue eyes flickering from your hands back to your eyes. “That’s why I wanted to go out with you tonight” he hummed “I like a girl who takes charge.”

“Oh yeah?” You smiled.

“Yeah, you have this independent woman vibe about you and I like it” he smiled, his tongue visible in his cheek.

“I like your energy too” you admitted “I can’t seem to figure you out, and I like that.”

He smiled back at you “I’m a complex guy, what can I say?” He laughed before taking a sip of water.

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