#ty for asking! i love talking about this in case you couldn’t tell

[terrainofheartfelt]

Musicians!Humphreys my beloved!!! So you alluded to them working with some of Lincoln Hawk’s old material, but apart from that, what genre(s?) of music do you see them working in? For Jenny I definitely picture rock, but also that’s probably because of Taylor Momsen more than anything else lol. For Dan I’m actually not sure - for someone with as many opinions on art and film and literature as he had, I can’t actually remember if he ever talked about music? I mean, with his upbringing and personality you have to imagine the guy would have some strong opinions, but I’m not entirely sure what they would be!

(Also this is an incredibly minor nitpick, but unless there was fraud, deception, or coercion involved in their marriage (or physical incapacity that was unknown at the time of marriage), Dan and Serena would be getting a divorce, not an annulment. The reason Rufus and Lily got their marriage annulled was because they were technically married under false pretenses i.e. an undissolved previous marriage. The whole short marriage = easy annulment thing is a misconception and, at least in New York, the rules are quite specific and pretty strict. Anyway I love literally everything else you wrote sjskfjfjdkd that is just one of those tropes for me lol)

Yesssss my kind of question! This is multi-pronged, so come on this journey through my thought process with me.

I’ll be honest, all these hcs are based off my own personal music tastes, but hey, my fic my blorbos my rules. Which is just to say, Momsen’s work with TPR isn’t really my cup of tea, nor is Badgley’s musical moonlighting, so that’s kind of…separate from how I’ve painted this all in my brain.

Music tastes-wise (I actually wrote meta for Ivy about this but it was sooooooo long ago, but I could probs hunt it down if you’re interested) I think both Dan and Jenny are the type whose taste is shaped SO much by their parents, and then as they became their own people, those tastes diverged and converged and evolved. One thing I think about a lot is a passing comment from Jen in s2 when she’s like…sorting the record collection? and she mentions Muddy Waters and when I first heard that my heart went !!!! bc I listened to Muddy Waters growing up too bc my dad LOVES that artist (self recognition through the other, etc.) so I think, in addition to the Lincoln Hawk 90s rock of it all, Dan and Jenny were brought up on a diet of blues, classic rock, and folk—think Laurel Canyon. (Some artists: Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, Nina Simone, Mavis Staples, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, Pat Benatar, Tom Petty, Bruce Springsteen, Joni Mitchell, Tim Buckley, Jeff Buckley—Rufus and Alison actually would have been settling into the Brooklyn artist scene in the late 80s/early 90s when he was there too, right?—Simon & Garfunkel, Rolling Stones, Beatles, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, I should probs stop now…)And another pet hc of mine is that Alison was into some country music, but like, the good kind—not this bullshit stadium country, but what my friends and I call ~Lady Country~: like Brandi Carlile and The Chicks formerly known as Dixie. Dan and Jenny both know “Cowboy Take Me Away” by heart. now I’m tempted to share my lady country playlist…

So for Dan, he grows into a pretentious music lover: we see him talk about Eliot Smith & Morrissey, and I think growing up he and Vanessa get each other more entrenched in their own pretentious tastes—he’s a classics and rock and punk and indie and folk guy. He sticks to the genres he deems as “Good” and it’s not really until Serena and Nate come into his life that he takes off his blinders. In his 20s, he doesn’t really have a set framework for what constitutes as “good music” in terms of genre, if it’s well-written, it’s well-written. He becomes a lowkey swiftie, not in a like, internet girl kinda way—he just respects her game, and he LOVES the geniuses behind boygenius, and, as we’ve established in this corner of the fandom, Hozier is His. Some other artists for him: Paramore (Jimmy Stewart was his first celeb crush but Haley Williams was his second), Frank Turner, Bleachers, Andrew McMahon and Brian Fallon (and all their associated acts), Lord Huron

Jenny has always just liked everything in the way that girls are allowed to/have to like everything. Her tastes range from the artists she learned from her parents, the poppunk overlap between her & Dan & Vanessa, her riot grrl rock, plus pop music, plus the indie finds she loves to sniff out. My Jenny playlist jumps from genre to genre like nothing else—actually, my blorbo playlists, I don’t really put something on there unless I think it is something that suita the character’s taste, so Jenny’s has Range, darling, and Dan’s keeps to his hipster-light taste, and Blair’s leans towards vintage sound, and Serena’s is poppier…anyways… Some artists that I keep in mind for Jen: Kesha, Halsey, Panic! at the Disco, Patti Smith, Stevie Nicks (and Fleetwood Mac), Amy Winehouse

Which brings us back to: what kind of musicians would this make them? In the post-canon fic-let that you responded to with this ask, I have a particular album in mind: In the Game, by Mick Flannery and Susan O’Neill. It’s a collab between two very excellent artists—whose lyrics just scream dan & jenny to me. O’Neill just—she sounds like Jenny to me. She has this captivating, bluesy, raw kind of voice, she can be so tender, but wail when she has to. (and I think, if you were to strip her voice of the hard rock affectation she sings with—bc that’s her genre, no shade—Momsen would sound the same). And genre-wise, the more I think about it the more it fits. Bc this album is an interesting blend of blues & folk with a little bit of rock, and I think that suits, bc neither Dan nor Jenny would want to write music that sounds too much like Lincoln Hawk and their dad, they’d want to create their own thing, and what happens is a gelling of their tastes, starting in the overlap of their venn diagram, and stretching the other into branching out. In the way that Jenny loves listening to anything and everything, she is also down for trying any genre, but I think Dan—whose not a frontman like his sister and father are—would stick to his comfort zone, but his comfort zone is like, fantastic.

And there’s this note I made for this au—which will maybe someday become a fic?—that sort of defines how I hear them as performers. Jenny sings like she’s trying to pull the emotion out of the listener, to make them feel what she’s feeling. Dan sings like it’s the very words that are being pulled out of him. They’re both emotive, but in different ways; one is more…in your face, while the other is more turned inward. Artists that I think are like Jenny in this sense (it’s not genre-based, it’s more a vibe): tswift, Kesha, Hayley Williams, Brendan Urie, Mick Jagger, Brandi Carlile. Artists that remind me of Dan with this kind of emotive, lyrics led vibe are: Phoebe Bridgers, Hozier, Sara Bareilles, Jeff Buckley. Also important notes: Jenny can WAIL, okay? Like she has so much voice in such a little body. And Dan is really, really good at hooking into his falsetto at all the right moments that can make a person just— he’s not a belter like Jen is—her voice is undoubtedly bigger—but he has that command over his instrument. Like the way Hozier and Jeff Buckley and Brendan Urie can just — hook into their head voice and make a Moment? yeah.

I could go on about musician!Humphreys forever, so if you have more to ask, by all means 💜💜💜💜

And bestie. listen. I so appreciate everyone who has their pet centers of knowledge and information and is very into sharing them (see above) music is mine, but marriage law is not, so please, when a girl says she posted a thing after writing it in mostly one sitting and without any proofing, please give her a little bit of grace. ♥️

#asks #anon #musician!humphreys my most beloved #ty for asking! i love talking about this in case you couldn’t tell #gg hcs #plus a lil bit of #gg meta #the other day I was talking to my brother #and he’s seen lucy daucus & julien baker live #and has tickets for phoebe #and he said ‘i’m hoping once I complete the trifecta I can just ascend to this new lesbian plane of existence’ #which is a hilarious but also very dan humphrey thing to say #his gf definitely gave him side eye for it tho

[romeavecryst]

Crybaby ˖ ࣪⊹

K. TSUKISHIMA x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹

Sum: Kei hated it how easily he let the team get to his head. What did they know, she was his crybaby after all.

Warnings: none, fluff, crybaby coded reader, kei being love sick, occ kei(kinda)!not proofread Tho reader is blk coded I hope everyone enjoys!

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It was wierd the team thought as they watched their middle blocker standing in front of a girl with a tear stained face. Of course their first thought is he made her cry, but that was not the case. They couldn’t help but watch as this happened multiple times before practice until Kageyama said something.

“Who’s that crybaby you stand with after practice?” He asked making Tsukishima stop tying his shoe immediately glaring up at the setter.

“Yeah making pretty girls cry huh Tsukishima!” Noya yelled pushing the blondes head.

Kei leaned up pushing Nishinoya off him “No I’m not, and don’t fucking call her a crybaby.” He spoke making eye contact with Kageyama.

“Why is she your girlfriend?” Kageyama scoffed.

“Yeah she is jackass.” A lot of the team definitely was not expecting that answer out of him. Tsukishima with a girl who’s known for being whinny, with as little patience as they know Tsukishima has she’s his girlfriend.

“No way! How is that pretty girl going out with a bully like you!” Hinata shouted.

Because he was soft with that pretty girl. Of course kei teased her for crying easily and over the most stupidest things but he was alway there to comfort her if needed. His hand squishing her tear stained face tell her it’s all right and not to be dramatic, but earns a punch for call her dramatic.

But it didn’t matter what the team thought of them, because they honestly held heavy doubts, that maybe he was to harsh with her or even mean. He didn’t think he was and she never said anything. She would right if his words ever hurt her she’d speak up. Right?

His eyes looked over to her as they walked through the night market hand in hand, a smile on her glossy lips as she looked around the food trucks. He hated that he could tell him self that he didn’t care what others thought but it did, it bothered him a lot. Was he the reason she cried sometimes, that his snotty remarks actually hurt her feelings. How could he do that to her. How could he make her cry what kind of boyfriend was he if he made her cry.

“Kei..”

He made her hurt didn’t he? The reason her pretty face was always wet with tears?

“Kei!”

He blinked. “Yo are ya with me!” She laughed waving her hand in front of his face. “Am i distracting you” she teased.

“Tsk- no you’re not.” He scoffed.

“Booo! But anyways what has you all airheaded?” She asked tilting her head slightly her braids moving to the side with her motion.

“Nothing.” He hummed.

She pressed her lips together squinting at her boyfriend, his eyes staring into her dark ones. “Will you quite that.” He asked a small smile appearing in his face as his hand pushed her face away.

Even with the moments they shared, he continued to let it eat at him. They moved to a more secluded area sitting on the grass food in hand. He watched her as she ate, and talked, about anything and everything. He just listened, as she went on, smiling at small things she said.

How did he get so lucky.. a polar opposite that didn’t annoy him. Her melanin skin glowing under the street light as they ate her smile wide and so bright. Kei let his hand fall into his hand as she continued talking admiring her.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong.” She asked.

“Hm?”

She looked up as him her smile going away “what’s going through your head, I know better.” She did she knew him, mind you he hadn’t made any comment on what she was talking about nothing not even a snarky remark teasing her.

“So what is it baby?” She spoke leaning back in her hands.

He looked away from her gaze “nothing just something stupid.” He sighed closing his eyes.

He could feel her roll her eyes, the sound of her body shifting her now sitting right in-front of him. The feeling of her hands holding his face made him open his eyes.

“It’s nothikng don’t worry your tiny little head about it.” He spoke softly.

“Don’t lie what is it Kei? You know you have to talk to me to.” She spoke her brows frowning, don’t do that he thought.

“I understand but it’s nothing just letting people get to me head alright?” He spoke his hand squishing her cheeks her hands not yet leaving his face.

“Who? Is it about you-“

“It’s about us.”

She looked at him “bad things?”

He shrugged his shoulders “I guess..”

Her hands left his face, letting herself get comfortable on his lap her face close to his. “Tell me baby..”

He only looked at her for a moment his eyes looking at her lips then back to her eyes. “Do I ever make you sad?”

She tilted her head giving him an are you crazy look. “See I told you it was stupid.” He huffed.

“Why would people thing that, are they saying that?”

“Yes.” He groaned his head falling into her shoulder.

“Why?” She laughed.

He shot back pinching her cheeks “because you’re a crybaby!” He scoffed.

“Nuh uh!” She whined.

“Yuh huh!” He laughed.

Letting go of her face he watched her pout “I’m not a cry baby just open with my emotions!” She sassed.

“Uh huh sure you crybaby.” He spoke his hands resting in her hips.

“But it’s okay, you’re my crybaby.”

She smiled “shut up that’s so lame!” She scoffed pushing him.

“I thought it was good.”

“Lame!” She laughed.

“Yeah then why are you laughing you idiot!”

“Because that was cringy and stupid nothing my boyfriend would ever say.” She groaned her laughter causing him to smile.

“Whatever you idiot I can be romantic.” He said.

“Yeah I know you can but with actions not so much words.”

He scoffed “really!”

She hummed crossing her arms, making his eyes twitch “get off of me, that irritated me.”He spoke pushing her.

“Whatever! You love it.” She said getting back in his face.

He only raised a brow, “ya know ya do.” She whispered leaning on her hands, their lips grazing against one another.

“Want me to kiss you sweetheart?” He asked.

She grinned “I should be asking you that sir, you’ve been looking at me lips all evening.” She hummed.

He let her get closer their lips barely touching befor pulling away, “UGH! Why do you do that!” She whined.

“You gave me attitude.” He shrugged a grin on his face.

He watched as she fell back dramatically “you hate me!” She groaned.

“Mmhm sure do.” She sighs looking down at her smiling at her dramatic pose.

He let her complain a bit more befor leaning down kissing her lips. Only to be pulled by her for a real kiss. “Feel better…” he whispered a little breathless.

“Alway fee better when you’re here with me.” She said pushing his glasses up.

Yeah they didn’t know shit about them. He’d never hurt her, he never wanted to. She would be the only one to get true kindness out of him. Because he couldn’t afford losing her.

Req are open!!! (Plz send something I’m desperate 😞)

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[sunshine-on-marz]

WOOP WOOOP ILY

reader x spencer where Spence comes home after a tough case and the reader’s there to comfort him and listen to his rants about it, the reader just holds him and lets him talk

TY<3

Hard days

6 days, 2 hours, and 17 minutes. That's how long it's been since you've seen your boyfriend. 2 minutes ago is when you got the "pulling onto your street now honey❤️" text. That means he should be knocking on the door right about.. now.

"Knock knock"

he said softly from the other side of your apartment door. He barely finished his breath before you'd swing the door open and hugged him. "Missed you" is all you mumble into his neck. He lifts you up by just under your hips and steps into your apartment, shutting the door behind you. "I missed you too darling, more than you know"

As he sits down on the couch, arms still firmly around your torso as you sat in his lap, you notice something is up. "What's wrong Spence?" You ask, hand lightly cupping his cheek, his head dips slightly to the side for a moment as he kisses your plan."Stressful week" he says softly, his voice slightly rasped from a mixture of stress and tiredness.

"Wanna talk about it?" He smiles a bit at the offer, his lips pursing into a line. "No, honey, I couldn't put that on you." He whispers back. "I want you to tell me Spencer" he sighs, he knows you're worried. "I suppose I could just leave out the stuff I don't want you to worry about" he chuckles at your sad attempt to hide your pride at getting him to open up.

"It's just a lot." He mumbles into your hair, his lips pressing against your head in a small kiss. "I bet it is Spencer. You do hard work. And you're good at it" you say, he laughs "I suppose that is a lot harder than being bad at it, granted I don't think the people who are bad at it make it to the BAU" his reply was so refreshing. Full of those little chuckles you always miss so much, the phone speaker doesn't pick them up the same. "They also don't have the world's highest IQ Spence" you meant it to be sarcasm "well actually, the world's highest IQ is currently held by-" you've triggered a rant. "Spence, baby, you know I love your ramblings more than life itself, and I'd usually never cut you off, but you need rest. Let's go get ready for bed and I'll rub your back while you tell me about the case, yea?" He nods "yea, that sounds nice.. sorry". Your heart always breaks when he says sorry for rambling to you "don't be sorry Spencer, I wouldn't trade your little rants for the world". He smiles and kisses your cheek

A few minutes later, as you climb in bed next to him, you’d taken the second shower, he put his hands on the small of your back, pulling you down onto his chest and into a hug.

“Hi Spence” you say, amused at his actions. “I missed you so much” is all he says back, he sounds almost broken up about it. “I know Spence, I missed you too, but I’m not angry, and I’m not upset, because you’re back now. You always come back home after, and that’s what matters.” He nods into your collarbone, where he’d placed his head, his hand cradling the back your head, like you’d disappear if he let you go. He was usually not this upset, unless the worst happens. “You guys couldn’t save everyone, is that it?” I you say, your voice gentle. He nods again. “Spencer Reid that is not your fault” you say, still gentle, but also stern. He lets out a shakey breath. “We were right there” he whispers, voice quivering. “I’m so sorry Spence, I’ve got you, you’re home now” you say, and you repeat it “I’ve got you Spence. I’ve got you”. Eventually his crying becomes small sniffles. “Better?” You ask, guiding his chin up so your eyes can meet. “Yea” he whispers. “I think it’s time for bed” he nods, pulling you back against him. “Night, I love you” he says, sleep evident in his voice. “Good night baby, I love you too”

SPENCER!!! Believe me there will be more Spencer fics wether you like it or not (pls like it)

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[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: An Accident

Request: “i cannot stop thinking about luke (could just leave it at that! but i will continue) being almost obnoxiously overbearing if his S/O got hurt in the field. ESPECIALLY if he saw the incident go down. i’m talking not leaving their hospital room for DAYS, or not letting them off the couch to get a glass of water. i’m such a sucker for angst with fluffy undertones (😔✌️) so id owe u my first born if u could write something like this!!! also 100% get it if u aren’t interested! ty SO much either way”

Word count: 2.4k 

Warnings: car accident, injury tw

A/N: repost

When Luke finally has a chance to check his phone, his heart sinks as soon as he sees the eleven missed calls. Eight are from his own mother, accompanied by a couple of voicemails. Two are from your mother and one is from a number Luke doesn’t even have saved in his contacts. 

An instant feeling of dread settles within the depths of his stomach. His finger lingers over the play button of the voicemail his mom had left him, but he hesitates. Luke’s family knows he often couldn’t answer his phone when he’s away on a case. For them to call this many times meant something was wrong– horribly wrong.  

He turns the corner, slipping into an empty room in the police precinct. As soon as he closes the door behind him, he’s pressing his phone to his ear. 

Luke’s heart sinks even further when he hears his mother’s panicked voice over the phone. But it completely stops when he hears her say that there’s been a car accident.

Luke hangs up before the voicemail ends, rushing out of the room towards where he heard the voices of the rest of his team. 

He barges into the conference room, clinging onto the door frame as he speaks hurriedly.  

“Emily–” he stammers “I ha-have- I have to go–”

The rest of the team turns in their chairs to face Luke, but his desperate gaze is focused only on Emily and the permission he needs from her to leave the case.

“Luke,” she’s trying to remain calm for him. “What’s wrong?”

He runs his fingers through his tight curls frantically. “Y/N was in a car accident.” He doesn’t even recognize the sound of his own voice.

“What?” 

“Oh my god!”

“Is she okay?”

JJ, Spencer, and Emily’s voices all overlap as they react to the news.  

“My mom just said she’s in the hospital. She hadn’t heard anything yet.” Luke feels like he’s on autopilot while he speaks. He doesn’t even really know what he’s saying- he just knows he needs to go. Fast. 

Of course Emily excuses him. She even insists that he takes the jet with promises that he’ll keep the team updated. 

On the plane ride back home, Luke can’t stop thinking about that morning. Normally, Luke always kisses you goodbye and tells you he loves you. He’d almost call it a routine if he didn’t mean it so much. But that morning he’d been in a rush. All he could think about was where his stupid phone charger was. He remembers how frantically he had to search, barely acknowledging your attempts to say your affectionate goodbye. And he’d hurried out of the house without so much as a wave. 

What if that was the last time he saw you? What if the last thing he ever did was disappoint you?

He remembers the sad look in your eyes as he left you alone in the kitchen, messy hair and tank top strap sliding slightly off your shoulder, he can’t get it out of his head.

And now it’s going to haunt him forever.

None of this was supposed to happen. He’s supposed to protect you– that’s his job. He’s supposed to protect you better than anyone else. He’s supposed to be able to keep you safe, always. 

But he didn’t.

He feels sick.

…

It’s chaos when Luke finally arrives at the hospital and finds both his and your family in the waiting room on the floor he barely remembers his mom telling him to go to. He vaguely registers the presence of your parents in the hallway. He doesn’t even say hello.

Instead he asks, “Where is she? What’s going on?”

“We haven’t heard anything yet,” your mom says. 

“What the hell happened?” 

“Someone t-boned her at an intersection, right on the driver’s side. She’s in surgery now, doctor’s haven’t been able to update us much.” Your dad pulls your mother into his embrace, kissing the top of her head. 

Luke shakes his head, like he couldn’t quite process what was happening. 

You must have been so scared and he wasn’t there.

All he can picture is you, amidst the rubble of a car accident. How much pain you must have been in. The fear and panic you must have experienced.

And he wasn’t there.

He needs to see you.

Luke marches over to the nurses station without uttering another word to your parents or his mother. He puts his hands on the counter before speaking. “I need an update on a patient.” He tells the nurse your name. 

“I’m sorry sir, she’s still in surgery. The doctor will come out and give you an update on her condition as soon as possible.” 

Luke bites his lip. He wants to scream and yell and pound his fists. But instead he nods and uses what little energy he had left to let go of his anger. “Thanks,” he sighs in defeat. 

He’s unaware of how much time passes, he’s too engulfed in his own thoughts, too preoccupied with punishing himself for not paying more attention to you this morning to keep track. The waiting room was eerily empty and quiet enough so that Luke could hear the faint humming coming from the fluorescent lights above. He chews on his nail roughly, trying not to focus on the silence. 

When a woman in a pair of dark blue scrubs walks down the hallway peeling off a pair of latex gloves, Luke instantly snaps out of his trance and stands up. 

The doctor holds her hand out to shake and introduces herself to Luke and your parents. 

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting,” she says. She turns to face Luke. “I want you to know that your wife, Y/N, is alive. She’s alive.”

There’s a moment where everyone lets out a sigh of relief before continuing to listen to what the doctor has to say.

“Y/N came into the ER bleeding and with a broken collar bone, a fractured arm, and a couple of broken ribs. But my biggest concern was the swelling in her brain.”

Luke is barely processing what the doctor is saying. Imagining you in such a state is almost unbearable, but he keeps quiet and continues listening. 

“We were able to relieve some of the swelling in her skull, which should take the pressure off of her brain. It was touch and go for a while there- the damage was,” she pauses for a moment before finishing her thought, “extensive.”

“Is she going to be alright?” Your mom asks the question everyone is wondering. 

“We’ll need to monitor her levels overnight. But I would say the worst part is behind us. She’s a fighter.”

“Can we see her?” Luke asks. 

The doctor nods.   

It takes a minute to realize that it’s even you lying in that bed. You’re hooked up to all these machines that are beeping so loudly, and there’s IV’s and cords hanging over you. A wave of nausea hits Luke again, the realization of how hurt you are. His girl. His beautiful, perfect, broken girl. 

He sinks into the chair at your bedside, hands shaking when he sees the bandage wrapped around your head. You look so pale and so weak.

He can’t stop staring at your face, willing you to open your eyes and just look at him.

He should have protected his girl.

He scoots the chair forward, reaching out a trembling hand to clasp yours. His fingertips graze your knuckle. Skin that was once smooth is now littered with cuts and bruises.  

Gently cradling your fingers in his, it’s only when the tears hit his arm that he even realizes he’s crying. He kisses your knuckles softly, resting his forehead against your hand.

The thought of you needing him made his insides ache with guilt. You needed him and he wasn’t there. He clutches your hand tightly and prays to whatever God might be out there. Let her wake up, he pleads. Please, let her wake up and I promise I’ll never not be there again.  

…

It’s been less than a week since you were released from the hospital and you’re ready to murder Luke. 

At first all his doting attention was kind of sweet. You loved that he had taken some time off to care for you. He was being a loving, attentive boyfriend, taking care of his poor, injured girlfriend. 

You know that deep down it’s because he feels guilty. You had already assured Luke over and over again that you in no way blamed him for what happened. How the hell was he supposed to protect you from a car accident when he was eight hundred miles away?

But that did little to amuse Luke.  

You really are doing much better. Sure it was a long road of recovery in the hospital. You’d seen physical therapists and occupational therapists and nurses and doctors and everything in between every day for weeks. And yes, your arm is still in a cast, and it still hurts your ribs when you laugh. But every day you’re gaining more and more independence. Or at least you’re trying to. But Luke won’t let you. 

You try to be patient with him, but the patience is wearing thin. No matter how many times you tell him nicely; he just doesn’t seem to get it. 

This morning he had waited on the lid of the toilet seat while you showered, asking if you needed help or if you were okay approximately one thousand times. 

When you were done, he handed you your towel. By the time you’d wiped your body dry, you noticed that your hair dryer and products were all laid out on top of the counter, as opposed to its usual spot underneath the sink. 

“Let me get that for you,” he says at breakfast, and with a quick reach, the box of cereal you had been reaching for is pulled down by Luke. He hands it over to you with a smile.

Muttering a soft, “Thanks,” you turn to reach for your empty bowl, which has been supplied by, drumroll and you guessed it… Luke. 

After pouring in the dry cereal, you turn to go to the fridge, only to be met by his smiling face again. Only this time, he’s holding the milk.

Wordlessly taking the milk, you make your way back to the cereal, pouring a little in. You don’t fail to notice his arm shoot out and grab the milk to put it away. Maybe once you have your breakfast, you can try and talk to him about hovering. You’re always a little crankier when you’re hungry. And the last thing you want to do is start a fight, Luke is just trying to help after all. Closing your eyes, you take a steadying breath.

Clink. A cup of coffee hits the countertop next to you.

Thud. The creamer is placed directly beside it. 

Clatter. And there’s the spoon.

Damn it, you think. 

“Luke, I can’t take this!!” you cry out, turning to face him, he freezes in the middle of opening the creamer for you. “I can’t breathe with you hovering over me like this. You do everything for me! You get my clothes and my shoes, you fetch the remote, you make my food. How the hell am I ever supposed to get better if you just make me feel so helpless? I just can’t do it Luke. I can’t.”

You exhale a sharp breath.

Luke’s lack of a response makes you even more angry, so you keep going. “I know I may appear like this helpless damsel in distress. But despite what you may believe, I can actually take care of myself! I can survive without you hovering over me!”

“But you almost didn’t,” Luke whispers. He hangs his head, his gaze fixating on the floor. 

All the anger you felt immediately exits your body. In fact, you wonder why the hell you were even mad in the first place. You take a cautious step towards him, and sigh. 

“Luke,” you whisper. 

He refuses to look at you. It makes your heart ache. You hadn’t realized how much he was hurting over this. You just thought he was being overprotective and overbearing. But of course the guilt has still been consuming him. 

“I need you to hear this, okay? I need you to look at me when I say this to you,” you take his hand in yours. 

“Luke, look at me,” you urge. 

He turns, his eyes glistening with tears. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

Luke isn’t the one who breaks. He is usually the one comforting you. And yet here you are– roles reversed for the first time.. His hand squeezes yours gently while he takes a deep breath. 

It takes him a moment, but he nods.

“Baby,” you mumble, “I’m okay. I’m here and I’m okay,”

“You don’t understand,” he says, shaking his head. “You didn’t see– you weren’t there– you didn’t see what I saw. Fuck, Y/N. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I thought- I mean- you were hooked up to all those machines- and you had all these cuts and bruises. You were all bandaged up. Christ, they had to drill a hole into your head! It’s my job to protect you, to take care of you, and I didn’t. I wasn’t there-.”

You launch yourself into him then, your good arm wrapping around his torso and clinging to him tightly. He’s quick to hug you back, anchoring you to him. 

“I thought I’d lost you,” he says, his head resting on top of yours. 

“You didn’t,” you reassure him, shaking your head against his chest. 

“I know,” he finally whispers. “And I am so, so thankful for that.”

You pull back from your hug, holding Luke out in front of you. “Baby, I love you.” You tell him.  “I love you so much and I am so grateful that you’ve been so supportive and helpful during all of this.  But if you don’t stop, I might have to kill you,” your face breaks out into a grin. 

Luke laughs at that. “I don’t like it, but… okay,” he nods in affirmation. 

“Okay?” you ask skeptically. “That means no more having every single meal, snack, and drink waiting for me. No more sitting outside when I’m in the shower. And no more hands on my back when I go down the stairs.” 

Luke huffs. 

“Oh, and no more having my clothes picked out for me either.”

Luke raises an eyebrow. “No more feet or backrubs?” he asks cheekily.

Your eyes widen and you instantly begin to regret your little tantrum. “Baby steps, Alvez. I’m not completely healed yet.”

#luke alvez imagine #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader fic #luke alvez x reader fanfic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic #luke alvez x reader imagine #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez fic #luke alvez x reader imagines #criminal minds

[satansapostle6]

X

Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Part Five

Part Six: Merry Happy

Friday couldn’t come soon enough. After telling Ray about his successful asking-out of Brynne Johansson, Josh couldn’t wait until the Kronish Ball that night where he would essentially get to show off to the entire office that Dr. Johansson was his date. That morning, he’d come into work with an entirely different attitude, genuinely smiling and honestly telling people ‘good’ when they asked how he was doing.

At exact ten, he’d stopped by Brynne’s office while she was still busy in the lab to drop off a little plant of beautiful purple, almost royal blue orchids on her desk, with a card attached that read ‘From Josh’. He felt like a baller.

On top of that, later that afternoon as he got home from work, he received a text that made him giddy like a teenager.

This is Brynne. Got your number from Ray. Pick me up at 5:30.

Beneath it was her home address. Josh loved how direct she was. He resisted the urge to start yelling and celebrating on the drive home from work. But a part of him felt as if, in that moment, he could’ve crashed the car and died happy. Josh quickly ran into his parents’ house, eager to remind his parents of his accomplishment.

“Hey, Mom! Hey Dad!” he called.

“Hi, Joshy!” his mom called from the dining room table.

“Ready for your big date tonight?” his dad added.

“That’s what I’m about to do right now!” Josh called, running up the stairs.

He had a little while before he was going to leave to pick up Brynne, and he intended to utilize every moment of it to prepare for their date. The first thing he did was rummage through his closet, looking for his good(and only) suit. He laid it out on his bed, examining it with his hands on his hips, satisfied with himself.

“Josh,” his mother called through the open door. “Want me to iron that for you?”

“Sure, Mom,” he nodded gratefully, “Thanks.”

“Of course,” Diane smiled, taking the suit off of his bed, “So, when do we get to meet the famous Dr. Johansson?” she asked giddily.

“Mom,” Josh sighed, “This is my first date with her.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t pry!” she exclaimed humorously. “But I really would love to meet her. Your father would, too. We’d love to have her over!”

“Yeah, I’m sure you would,” he agreed, shutting the door behind her as he prepared himself for a shower.

Josh took an extra long, steamy shower, as if he’d somehow come out extra clean. He got out and immediately dabbed on some of the cologne that Brynne had complimented before, knowing she liked it. He spent the next couple of hours on random things he thought might help, like brushing his teeth twice just to make sure his breath smelled good.

Once he felt he was ready, he carefully put on the suit that had been neatly laid out on his bed for him, putting extra care into tucking his shirt in and tying his tie. Josh came downstairs, fully dressed and ready to pick up his beautiful date, who he couldn’t wait to see.

“Oh, Joshy, you look so handsome!” Diane exclaimed as she helped cook dinner.

“Agreed. Looking sharp, Joshy,” Gabe said with a proud smile.

“Can I please take a picture?” Josh’s mother asked, running to grab her phone, “For the photo album?”

“Mom, I’m running late,” Josh sighed, checking his pockets to make sure he had everything, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Alright, bye, Joshy, have fun!” she called happily.

“Be safe!” his father waved as he rushed out the door.

Josh had never been more nervous in his life. He’d cleaned out his car the day before just in case, going so far as to vacuum. He already knew his car was nowhere near as cool as Brynne’s, so he tried his best to still impress her with how pristine everything was.

He eventually arrived at the address she’d given him, a nice house in a nice neighborhood. It definitely looked like a doctor’s house. Josh parked his car out front, deciding to walk up to her door and knock like a gentleman. He felt like he was taking her to the prom. Josh rang the doorbell, waiting for just a moment before the door opened.

“Hachi machi,” he gasped.

He’d seen Brynne dressed up for work before, but this was something else entirely. She came out onto the porch in a stunning emerald green gown, perfectly complimented her features.

“I take it I look okay?” she asked humorously.

“More than okay,” Josh assured her, unable to close his mouth completely.

He knew the first thing he had to do was compliment her, but he felt overwhelmed by her beauty, as if she was too beautiful to even adequately compliment.

“You look… Amazing,” he breathed. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you, Josh,” she smiled. “You look very handsome.

He blushed at the compliment, still taking her in as he stood there in front of her. The dress was perfect on her, backless and form-fitting, showing off just how beautiful and elegant her body was. Her strawberry blonde hair fell in soft waves, looking perfect as usual.

“Thanks,” he breathed, looking back at the car. “Shall we?”

“Yes.”

She smiled in surprise as he nervously offered her his arm, walking her to the car like a gentleman, exactly as he’d been taught. He opened the car door for her, watching her smile as she got in.

“Thank you,” she chuckled, appreciative of the gesture.

As she got into the passenger’s seat beside him, Josh had to come to a complete stop for a moment as he took in the faint difference in air in the car.

“Brynne… you smell amazing,” he breathed, sounding winded from trying to breathe in as much of her perfume as possible.

She chuckled, knowing there was a reason she had a designated ‘secret weapon’ perfume, “Thank you,” she responded warmly. “You, and Nina Ricci.”

“No, Brynne, I’m serious,” he insisted excitedly, “You smell… like freaking heaven.”

“Well,” she nearly whispered, leaning in toward him with a dangerous smile, “I think you’re the most handsome guy in the world.”

Josh cleared his throat loudly to mask the sound of a surprising and involuntary groan of appreciation.

“Th-Thank you,” he managed, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Hey,” she said softly, her hand cupped against the side of his face, “Are you okay?”

Josh quickly composed himself, feeling guilty for concerning her. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he promised, feeling weak against her touch, “You’re just… really, really pretty. Like unbelievably pretty.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she gushed, “You know. I’ve always thought you were adorable.”

“Adorable? Really?” Josh laughed, caught off guard by how much he liked the compliment.

“Yeah,” Brynne nodded, “You are.”

“I-I think I like the way you talk to me,” he said candidly. “You—You give nice compliments. It’s sweet.”

“You’re one of the few people I’ll be sweet to,” she shrugged.

“Good,” he smiled, starting the car. “You know, I feel special.”

-

#josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #future man #future man 2017 #future man x reader #michael schmidt #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt x reader

[fariesoiree]

Ty for responding lovey, I adore your interpretation, especially the part about googling stupid stuff lol. Going on quora and such. I can imagine him shamefully deleting his search history afterwards in case his fbi agent turned out to be a snitch

But, I wonder how fast he would just get tired of dropping subtle sighs and just tell reader about his feelings.

Hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night

~ ☄️

yk it’s so funny you mention this bc i actually already have it planned out in my head how reader n hobie come to be reader n hobie. i could probably write it but i wont bc it would be very angsty and im not a angst person.

everyone knows hobie is not into the way society operates. it’s common knowledge. that same thing would carry over to relationships and it would be very very very difficult for him to break out of his habits.

he’s not a toxic bf at all i think he’s very sweet n perfect n i love him. i just don’t think that he was the first one to make the move like the real let’s be exclusive n together move. in my universe, you and hobie are on again off again for a while. after the initial flirting, he never really asks you out. you go on dates and you act like a couple but he doesn’t put the label on it bc he doesn’t care.

now this can go one of two ways, you also don’t care and are chill w it or you do care. im gonna go w the you do care route. it becomes something that you ask him. literally you send the what are we text and he just blanks bc he doesn’t know what to call it but he knows he’s having a good time and is happy with you. he’s not into defining and labeling everything. he doesn’t like categorizing stuff and putting it into a neat and pretty box all bc someone said so.

this can and will cause problems bc you want a label. you want something to call him and he really don’t gaf what you call it. lots of arguments bc you don’t understand him and he couldn’t be arsed. like, this is a vvvv slow burn bc to you, a label means stability and you feel like he’s not giving you that and you’re not enjoying it. to him, a label is just another way of making everything fit in societies standards. he doesn’t way to do what everyone is doing and be brainless and conform.

in the end, i’m not sure what the push is or what the compromise is. you’re free to interpret and lmk but ig it just gets exhausting to do the back and forth but neither of you view it as more important than each other so you kinda just . . . never talk about it again. instead of introducing him as your boyfriend, you say partner and he likes it bc it could entail anything. life partner, partner in crime, wtv.

but yeah c: that’s my personal canon that i believe in for every hobie i’ve ever written, even prowler hobie. except sometimes ik ill use the word bf but now you know he just stopped bringing it up and pointing out that he doesn’t like it.

#⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 . . . 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 . . . ☄️ 𝜗𝜚⋆ #hobie x black!reader #hobie brown #x black fem reader #x black reader #astv hobie #x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member gets hurt on stage

It's been a long time since she felt this energy. Being on stage makes everything better for Y/N, seeing the fans, hearing the charts and compliments thrown her way (she gets shy every. single. time.) anyway- she loves it as much as she loves all her -moms- I mean... members which is a lot.

Y/N - Wow... this stage is bigger than any other we've sang!

Nayeon - You're right, it appears to be the size of Seoul lol

Momo - Don't lie grandma, Seoul is smaller than Tokyo and you know it (A/N: I searched for this so if it's wrong my apologies...)

Nayeon - Shut up! The baby is excited, I just wanted to encourage her pabo

Sana - MOMO PABOOOO

Momo - OMG- You just appeared out of nowhere Sana, you must be my n° 1 fan, always bullying me. And you boomer, I'm not even going to answer 'cause I agree that our kiddo deserves to enjoy this after being sick and sad :(

Y/N - You guys do know that I'm still here and that I'm NOT a kid!

Tzuyu - Keep telling yourself that shortie

Y/N - HEY UNNIE! That doesn't even make sense, I'm taller that Chaeyoung and Dahyun unnie and still growing while they're going to be dwarfs forever

Dahyun and Chaeyoung - Say no more bro, you're hurting our feelings...

Tzuyu - Why? She just told facts...?

Dahyun and Chaeyoung - WHYYY TZUYU? WE GIVE YOU LOVE AND AFFECTION AND YOU DO THIS TO US

Tzuyu - I didn't ask for it

Y/N - Damn- she's on fire today

Jeongyeon - WHO'S IS TEACHING THE BABY TO CURSE?

Jihyo - DID I JUST HER THAT MY CHILD CURSED?

Y/N - No... I said gram, I was calling Nayeon unnie! Yes, that's it

Nayeon - Don't lie, you're already on thin ice

Y/N - Okay, okay, maaaaaybe I said damn- oops, said it again but you asked for it

Jihyo signs and is about to start lecturing the maknae when Mina enters the room warning them that the recording begins in 5 minutes

Jihyo - You didn't escape this, we're going to talk at home

Y/N - Wow, thank God Jihyo

SMC - Fr, I wish this happened when we get scolded. Well, let's get going!!

Y/N - YAAAAAY, we're going to see ONCE

Mina - Yeah, just be careful, the staff asked me to warn you girls 'cause the stage is slippery (as always just to mess with idols lives)

Y/N - Okie dokie unnie :)

All except Y/N and Mina - Ok, ty for letting us know Mina (unnie in case of the SMC)

As they head to the stage Y/N starts to run a little to see ONCE as soon as she can, the unnies can feel that something is wrong but they can't place what it is since they're smiling like the whipped moms they're.

However, when they get near the stage it clicks. The stage is wet and the kid is running, the stage is wet and the kid is running. Okay, that was the problem. Now they just have to warn Y/N-

Y/N - AAAAAAAAA

Well, that didn't go the way they planned...

Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon being the fastest got there and tried to save their maknae still they couldn't get there in time. Y/N fell backwards in a way that hit her ankle hard, the members helped her up and asked multiple questions, mostly wanting to know if she was okay and she answered she was, but after some seconds she started to feel the effects of the fall but she didn't let the unnies know so she could see ONCE. When DTNA started playing she knew it was the end for her, with a cry she fell on the floor crying of pain.

Jihyo - WTH Y/N you told us you're fine.

Y/N - I lied, I'm sorry unnie but it hurts so bad *sobs*

Jihyo - Ok, ok, we'll talk about this later (with the cursing issue, thought she forgot about it? Nahhh, momma bear Jihyo never forgets)

Sana - Let's get her to the medics here

Sana put her arms on Y/N's waist and helped her get backstage. The doctor said it was just a sprain but she needed to take some medicine and also rest for at least a week, at hearing this Y/N let out a loud groan, getting her a glare from 3mix as they're in mom mode.

Momo - As you know, you're not going to walk to the car since you've to rest

Y/N - WHAT? I CAN WALK UNNIE!

Momo - Stop screaming.

Y/N - Yes, ma'am

Momo - Ok, now that you're listening again I'll let you know that I'm carrying you to the car and when we get home to your room

Y/N - Unnie... I don't wanna bother you, I'm heavy

Momo - That's not true, you're as light as a feather to us because you're our baby. And also, you're not bothering us, you just need some love and care rn and that's okay. Everyone needs that sometimes.

Y/N - You're right unnie, thank you. I love you

Momo - Ownnn, you're welcome, love you too honey. DID YOU GUYS HEAR HER SAYING SHE LOVES ME?

Twice except Y/N and Momo - WHAT ABOUT US?

Y/N - Oh, Jelly Jelly is inspired in you guys... Didn't know that. Jk, love you unnies <3

Nayeon - You better

Jihyo - Yeah!

Jeongyeon - Period.

Sana - We're gonna let you go with this joke just 'cause you're cute

Maknae line - That's what she said

Getting home, they got Y/N to drink her medicine and put her on bed all looking at her with so much love she could burst. Without knowing Y/N smiled in her sleep and whispered

Y/N - I've the best family ever

Twice cooed and each gave her a kiss on the forehead, leaving the room with a warm feeling and a single thought "Get well soon our lovely maknae"

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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[whenyourlipstouchedmine]

Somewhere after the movie

There were many things Lydia got from her little trip back to Beacon Hills, but the most important of them all was a lesson. 

A lesson in holding on to the things and the people we love because it might be too late if we don’t. 

It was hard to be back, especially after the past year. To go back on those streets, the same places and with the same people she grew up with… well, almost. 

The most important person wasn’t there. 

She knew that she was to blame for that, that maybe he didn’t want to go knowing that she’ll be there. She also knew how hard he worked, so maybe he just got caught up with a case and couldn’t find the time to drive down.

Either way, Stiles wasn’t there. And it felt wrong. 

It felt wrong to be detectives without him, to tie a red string on a board and not have him fussing over it, tying it around his fingers anxiously as he tried to figure it out. 

But that was her fault, too. It was she who left, her who put a stop to what they had because she was scared. Scared of a nightmare that felt too real not to pay it any mind. And, after her record, she didn’t want to risk it. Not when it came to Stiles. She lost him so many times already. 

“Are you okay, Lyd?” Jackson asks. It’s been nice to have him around. The whole bringing-Allison-back thing was hard enough, she needed a support system if her usual one was gone. 

She’s glad at least that worked out, and maybe it was seeing Scott and her best friend get back together as if no time had passed, or maybe it was the fact that she had to catch Allison up with everything she missed the past fifteen years, and the memory lane wasn’t a fun ride to go down. 

“You don’t look surprised,” Lydia asked her best friend after she finished the re-cap of her story. 

“About Stiles? How could I?” Allison laughed. “Lyds, you kept denying it but I could see it from a mile away. Besides, I do remember that kiss. Even with everything that was going on, you two… you were meant to be.” 

The words still play in her head now as Jackson waves his hand in front of her. 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Lydia asks, turning to face him. He just rolls his eyes in annoyance. He really became a totally different person after he left Beacon Hills, but Lydia thinks he likes it better like this, funnily enough. 

“You need to talk to him,” Jackson blurts out.

“Talk to who?” She frowns. 

“Oh, come on, you’re the smartest woman in the world, I’m pretty sure you can figure that one out.” 

“I—I can’t, Jackson. I can’t go back. I don’t even know if he still—“ 

“This is Stiles we’re talking about. The guy’s been in love since… what, eighth grade?”

“Third, actually—“ 

“Even better! Trust me, he’s not… he’s still in love with you. It would be stupid of him not to.” 

“I just don’t think it’s fair. After all, it was me who left without a warning,” she sighs. 

“Fine, then wait until the next supernatural crisis hits and we can all come back here and make it awkward like Malia and Scott! What the fuck happened between those two, anyway?” 

“Beats me…” Lydia says. 

“I’m just saying, I think you should call him. Or show up at his doorstep and tell him what happened. He’d do that for you.” 

And Jackson is right about that, Stiles would do that for her. He’d do anything for her. Once, after they moved to San Francisco, her bosses were being dicks and not giving her enough credit and he actually conducted an investigation that got them in trouble for neglecting their workers. 

“I’ll see what I do, but thanks for coming and… for everything else,” she hugs him. It’s time for him to catch his plane back to London. 

“Of course, but remember—“ 

“No word of this to Ethan. Got it,” she chuckles. “Have a safe flight!” 

“Call him!” Is the last thing he says before he closes the door and heads inside the airport. Lydia sighs and holds the steering wheel harder, thinking. 

When she closes her eyes, he sees the dream again, so clearly, so vividly, Stiles on the floor, glass shattered all around him, and the car on fire. He’s not breathing, and all Lydia can do is scream, but nobody hears her. 

She shakes her head and starts driving back to San Francisco. It’s gonna be a long ride, but she hopes that she’s made a decision by the end of it. 

(…) 

There are few things Lydia missed about using her powers again, but the random blackouts weren’t one of them. 

That’s the only possible reason she can think of as to why she’s parked her car in front of Stiles’ apartment. Or maybe it was just muscle memory. 

Or both. 

Call him. 

“Fuck it.” She says and she gets out of the car, trying to make herself look presentable as if Stiles hadn’t seen her at her worst. As if he hadn’t loved her even when she was locked up in an asylum, with her head drilled open. 

As she heads to the door, her heart starts to beat way too quickly for comfort. 

Maybe this is a horrible idea. Perhaps she should’ve called. What if he’s not home? What if he’s got someone over? She probably should’ve texted first to make sure he didn’t hate her. 

“Lydia?” 

She doesn’t even get to ring the doorbell. 

But, of course, he must’ve felt the red string of fate pulling as she got closer. 

“Hi,” her voice barely comes out, which is funny for a Banshee. “I—“ 

“Oh, my God,” he drops the bags he was carrying and walks to her to hug her so tightly she can barely breathe. “You’re okay, thank God.” 

She doesn’t know what to say, how to act. It takes her a few seconds to hug him back, too startled. But this is the place she belongs in: his arms. 

“Scott texted and… I didn’t know you’d be going back, too. Beacon Hills was—“ 

“It was Allison, of course, I went back,” Lydia says. “It was… weird being there without you, you know? We all missed you, I missed you.” 

“Did you?” He asks, and Lydia knows that he has every right to be defensive, but she doesn’t want him to be. 

“Of course, I did. I—“ she sighs. “Listen, can we talk? Upstairs, maybe? Or if you don’t want to, I can come back another day or we can meet up somewhere else that doesn’t feel so personal, or you can tell me to get the fuck out and—“ 

“I would never do that,” he says, and it hurts that Lydia knows. Even when she’s hurt him so many times, he still wouldn’t. “Let me—I was on my way to take out the trash, so let me do that and then you can come up, sure.” 

“Cool, yeah, sure, do you need any help with that?” She asks, pointing at the bags, but he shakes his head, smiling slightly. 

“Wouldn’t want you to stain those boots. They’re your favorite, aren’t they? Or maybe you got a new favorite pair now.”

“I don’t,” she says, maybe a bit too quickly. The fact that he remembers makes something warm burn inside her. The same fire that’s been burning for over fifteen years and didn’t die even when they were apart. 

She watches him go down the stairs to the bins down the street and come back with his checkered pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt that Lydia knows he loves to sleep in. 

It feels like nothing has changed except it has. Many things have changed. Dead people aren’t dead anymore and people who weren’t dead before, are. 

“Alright, let’s go?” He asks once he gets back to her, and she just shyly nods before she follows him inside. 

She knows the way to his apartment by heart, and could probably get there with her eyes closed if she wanted to, but she enjoys the sight of him. His hair is a bit longer, much like it was when they were in high school. 

She feels like she just jumped on a time machine and they’re back to the days when discovering dead bodies around their town was the norm. Well, he still kind of does, but he always said it wasn’t as fun without the rest of the pack. 

“Welcome. I’m sorry about the mess, I wasn’t really… expecting anyone,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck as he moves to the side to allow Lydia to walk in. 

The fact that it still looks exactly the same as the last time she was here gives her a bit of whiplash. Only the pictures of them two are gone, but Lydia doesn’t blame him for that. 

At least the ones of the whole pack are still there. 

“It’s okay, I’m used to your mess,” she smiles a bit, hoping it wasn’t too much for her to say. 

“Yeah, after hanging out in my teenage bedroom, I’d say you’re good,” he chuckles as well and closes the door behind her. 

It’s a bit awkward as they sit on the couch in silence, and Lydia is starting to second-guess coming here in the first place. 

“What did you want to talk about?” He eventually asks, and Lydia is surprised that she founds herself at a loss for words. That’s never happened before. 

“I… These few days have been very intense. Going back there, seeing all the people from our past… Allison coming back and losing Derek was very hard. It showed me the importance of not holding anything back because it might be too late.” She looks down at her hands as she starts fidgeting with her fingers nervously. She always does that. 

“Hey, Lyd? It’s alright,” he reaches over and holds her hand the same way he always did. The same way he used to unwrap the colored strings they used for their detective maps, the same way he did when he put a ring on her finger. A ring she left behind when she left. 

“Is it, though? Don’t you hate me even a little bit?” She asks, now turning to look at him. “Because, trust me, I do. I hate myself. I hate myself for leaving you like that, but I didn’t have a choice,” she says. “I— I’m sorry that I left like that, so suddenly and without explaining. I couldn’t—“ 

“Do you want to explain it now?” He asks, as gentle as usual, just as patient.

“I had a nightmare one night… we were driving somewhere and suddenly, it all turned black, there was a crack on the window, and you… you were on the floor, surrounded by glass and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t reach you, but you weren’t breathing.” She gulps. “And I know that I’ve had nightmares before, we both have, but—It kept happening, every night I dreamed the same thing until the point where I didn’t know if it was a dream or if it was a premonition.” 

“Well, I’m not dead, am I?” He asks. 

“You’re not, because I left. I was there in the dream, so I thought that… if I left, then—“ 

“You have to be kidding me,” he says, standing up. “Lydia Martin, you—“ 

“I couldn’t lose you, okay? Not like that! I—I couldn’t face you dying, Stiles. I’m sorry, I know it was selfish, but I just—I couldn’t be the reason why you died.” 

“So losing me anyway was the best idea you had? Why didn’t you tell me?!” 

“Because I was scared! I was terrified of triggering it, so I just—“ she sighs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I had no business stirring up the past like that, you—you never deserved it.” She stands up and starts to head for the door. 

“Hey, hey, hold on, I never said that,” he reaches out to stop her, grabbing her arm. “I’m just saying… Lydia, I’ve been in love with you since the third grade. Even when you barely acknowledged my existence, I loved you. Did you really think that I stopped?”

“You should have,” Lydia says with a bitter laugh. 

“Yeah, well, I also should have stayed home that night that Scott got bitten, I should have studied more for my exams instead of going around the woods every night, and I should have made sure to keep my Jeep in top-tier condition so it wouldn’t keep breaking, I should have done many things, but we all know I never was too good at doing what I should, was I?” He says, a smile on his face. “So, tell me, Lydia, why did you actually come here? Just to tell me that? So that I could… find closure and move on?” 

“I came because I missed you. Because being back in Beacon Hills without you felt wrong and made me realize how much I wished that I’d stayed. How much I regretted letting that nightmare drive me away from the only thing that I’ve ever had. You—You’re the love of my life, Stiles. And every second I’ve spent without you has been torture.”

“I’d say we’ve both been tortured enough in the past, haven’t we?” And with a swift pull, Lydia finds herself colliding against his chest. “Let’s stop that,” he says before he presses their lips together. 

And even though she’s been back in Beacon Hills, this is her true Homecoming. She wraps her arms around Stiles’ neck and deepens the kiss, making up for all the time they lost. 

“I love you so much,” she whispers against his lips, feeling her own tears rolling down her face. 

“And I love you,” Stiles says back with a smile. “Next time you have a nightmare, tell me about it instead of taking off in the middle of the night, yeah?” 

“I’ll try. If I don’t, come find me.” 

“Alright, deal.” And he kisses her again, and again, and again, for all the times he couldn’t, for all the nights he wished she was still in her arms, for all the minutes of the day he’s spent thinking about her since he left. 

And, when they find their way back to bed, Stiles gets a box out of his bedside table and hands it to her. 

“You kept it?” Lydia’s eyes open wide when she sees the ring. 

“Always kept hoping you’d come back,” he admits, sliding the ring on her finger and kissing it after. “I’m glad I was right.” 

“I am, too.” 

And the world might still be a freaky place with werewolves, banshees, kitsunes, nogitsunes, dark druids, and people coming back from the dead, but in their little bubble, it’s just them. 

It’s always been just them. 

#stydia #stydia fic #stydia au #otp: you came back #otp: you held your breath #otp: remember i love you #stiles x lydia #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #teen wolf #tw #teen wolf fanfic #tw fanfic #teen wolf au #my fanfic #my fics #my children #WELL LOOK AT ME #LOOK WHOS BACK #honestly i never thought i'd come back to this acc #but i watched the movie and i just had lots of thoughts #i love them #canon compliant #SO YEAH #ENJOY I GUESS #teen wolf movie #martinski fanfic #fanfic #martinski

[starlightinmeshallshineonyou]

Perfect (Matt Murdock x Reader Fanfiction [A Daredevil Fanfiction])

(A/N: GIF isn’t mine, please kindly check the maker of this GIF! [@martymcfly])

My Marvel Masterlist.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3.355

Warnings: Swearing, cliche love confession, anything to do with grammatical errors, really.

Summary: Five times Matt Murdock does a little thing for you and one time you truly realize you love him.

A/N: I didn’t plan for this to reach 3k. Help me y’all 💀💀💀.

———

You were trying to tie the tie you’d about to wear. It was one of your weaknesses: tying this devil around your neck. A couple of lessons given by your family and you still couldn’t get it right. You tried to tie it with a simple knot, but somehow you made it even worse. “How the hell—”

“Here, let me help you with that.”

Matt’s voice echoed through your bedroom as he walked to you and did the tie himself. He redid it from the beginning, adjusting it and tying it nicely around your neck. He backed up a bit as he brushed his fingers around the tie, studying his work. Along the way, his thumb brushed against your skin, leaving it the spot warmer than you’d like to admit. “There, all done.”

“Not try to be rude,” You cleared your throat as you watched his handiwork in the mirror. “But how in the world a blind person can tie this perfectly?”

“Ouch,” Matt chuckled.

“I just—”

“I know,” he smiled, the kind of smile that always warmed your chest. “I just practiced a lot, you know,” he shrugged. “Unlike someone I know.”

“Okay, that’s just straight up insults, Murdock.” You smiled.

“Oops,” he laughed. “Enough chit chat, let’s go to the court.”

———

You were baking a cake for the team. Foggy and Karen out there buying you guys drinks for the team while you and Matt baked the cake. A simple vanilla cake with frosting.

You whisked the egg and poured it into the dry mixture when Matt said, “Do you need help? Anything?”

“I’m good,” you waved him off. “But I’ll call you if I need it.”

As you poured the cake mixture into the cake tray, Matt flipped through some pages of cases that he’s working on. It was a tough one. So, this whole cake thing was one of the reasons for you guys to prepare for the worse.

When the cake was baking in the oven, you cleaned up the mess that you’d made: washing away the bowl and throwing out the waste on the counter. You tried to reach out and open the kitchen cabinet, the place where the bowl was, but it was too high for you to reach.

You reached out again, but Matt pushed you aside. “You know, it would be easy if you just let me help you,” he chuckled.

You tried to protest, but distracted by Matt’s shirt rode up while opening the kitchen cabinet and showed a sliver of his skin to you: sharp hip bone and all its glory.

“Fucking hell—” you muttered under your breath.

“What?” Matt raised his eyebrow at you, closing the kitchen cabinet after putting the bowl in.

“No-nothing,” you quickly looked at the cake, which had already risen a little bit in the oven. “I just said the cake is almost ready, that’s all.”

You asked Matt to look out for the alarm that you’d put while you went to change your dirty clothes.

Turning your back on Matt, you walked to the bathroom. What you didn’t know was that Matt grinned at the way your heart was still beating fast.

———

The four of you won the case easily. You, Foggy, and Karen thanked Matt because he was the main star of the victory. But he waved that off easily and said that the three of you helped him too, especially the cake that you’d baked. That made the four of you burst out laughing.

The scenery around Josie’s bar was amazing, let alone the smells of alcohol sparkled in the air. The chattering and laughter in this bar was one thing you liked about Josie’s. No one could beat the way Josie’s run in this town.

Foggy and Karen excused themselves to get another drink while you and Matt talked.

“Seriously, Matt.” You glanced at him. “You truly saved us in the court today, thank you.”

Matt sighed, shaking his head. “What did I tell you? It took the four of us to get this through. Give yourself some credit too.”

“Okay.” You chuckled slowly.

Matt smiled at you and took the last sip of his beer. The way his throat bopped and glistened with sweat made you look away quickly. It felt— wrong, with the way your body and heart reacted to him.

You’re glad to see Karen and Foggy back with more drinks to distract yourself from Matt. Honestly, Matt started to invade your brain and you’re afraid you’re addicted to him. Or even worse, Lo—

“Hey,”

You didn’t realize you’re spacing out until Karen called you. She sat next to you while Foggy and Matt went to the pool table, starting to play. “Yep?”

“What’s gotten into you, hmm?” She chuckled.

You shook your head, “Nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like it,” she smiled.

You gave her a fake smile and your eyes wandered back to Matt again. His face lit up under the lamp. It made his skin softer, young and innocent. His smile stretched out big at something Foggy said and it made you truly crumbled at the sight of him.

His red glasses glimmered as he tilted his head upward. The way he stood and the angle of his head made you want to take a picture of him.

You bit your lower lip. God, help me—

Karen cleared her throat and you quickly looked at the glass of water on the table. You could feel your cheeks starting to warm and you cursed yourself for it.

“You know,” she giggled. “You could always talk to him.”

“What do you mean?” You tried to poker your way out. “I talk to him every day.”

“You know what I mean,” she held her grin and drank a sip of her beer.

You did know what she meant.

———

Sitting on the balcony, you let the warm breeze calmed your nerves. Nelson, Murdock and Page was taking a day off and you intended to take this day more slowly and peacefully.

Hell’s Kitchen was busy as ever. People were going everywhere every time, never ending. Pumping this city alive with their jobs and interactions. Like blood and heart.

You let the music on the radio on, pulling you to sleep when someone knocked on your door. You cursed and quickly opened the door. Matt, dressed in a formal suit stood there, smiling like a child. “What are you doing here, Matt? I thought we have a day off?”

“Well,” he let himself in and you gawked at him. “I happened to buy a lot of food and also passed your street. It would be rude of me not to visit you.”

“Mhm, I don’t buy that.”

“As you should,” he laughed.

“Seriously, Matt. You could spend your time more relaxing rather than visit me. I’m boring, just so you know.”

“I don’t mind,” he said. “Besides, I’m bored if I eat all alone.”

You sighed as you helped him get the plates. You both ate, watched, chatted and drank for the rest of the day. You didn’t even realize that the moon had grown higher up in the sky, illuminating the side of his face.

“Beautiful,” you slurred.

“I’m sorry?” He smiled.

“Why? You’re a fucking beautiful human being, Murdock. Don’t be sorry for the gift that bestowed upon you.” You giggled, clearly wasn’t in a state of mind.

“Okay,” he smirked,  “Let’s get you to bed.”

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom while you held on tight to his neck. Letting yourself rest on the crook of his neck, you couldn’t help but thought that it was a perfect fit. It felt right.

You snuggled closer to his neck and smelled the scent of him, driving you crazy. It’s amazing how someone’s scent could drive you mad and you’re happy for it. It’s like they’re your own personal oxygen in this world. He was your world. And you’re addicted to him. You’re addicted to Matt Murdock.

He tried to put you to bed but you tightened your hold to his neck. He sighed, but you knew he smiled. “Come on, sweetheart. You’re lucky I can call you that because I know you’ll forget it tomorrow morning.”

You shook your head, scratching Matt’s chin along the way. You didn’t want to let him go. How could you touch him like this again? Might as well savor it as well as you could.

“Seriously, sweetheart,” he laughed. “Okay, just for five minutes more, okay?”

You nodded, basking in his presence.

He sat on the edge of your bed and cradled you on his lap. Rocking you back and forth to sleep, you felt yourself lulled to a peaceful slumber.

———

Getting up in the morning after drinking was shit feeling, you thought.

Feeling dehydrated and nauseous, you walked to the kitchen and got a tap of water, hoping it would help you. You drank it and glad the water helped you with both. You strode to the couch and laid there for a while.

Your head felt heavy as you tried to remember what happened yesterday. You knew Matt was involved and the next thing you knew, you’re already in bed. It was bad, but you being you, you ignored it.

You got up and checked the door. Just under the door, there was your key laying there. You picked it up and checked the door handle. The door gave a short thud; locked.

You guessed that Matt locked it from outside and slid the key underneath the door. You thanked him for that, he knew how dangerous it could be Hell’s Kitchen at night.

Walking to the bathroom, you ran the bathtub with warm water, and added an essential oil. You ran your hand underneath the running water and it felt nice. After your bathtub had filled up, you stopped the faucet and took your dirty clothes off. You got into the water and laid yourself slowly.

You’re enjoying your bath time when suddenly all the memories of yesterday flooded into you crystal clear. All the flirting and touches that drunk-you had done made you want to sink into the abyss. Dear God—

At this point forward, you didn’t want to drink around Matt again.

You drained the bathtub and ran yourself underneath a cold shower. You wanted the coldness of it to take over what had happened last night.

Was Matt mad at you? You didn’t know. It was getting worse. The thought of Matt mad at you made you sick. You didn’t want to be inappropriate in front of Matt, it wasn’t right. You dried yourself with a towel and put on some clothes when another wave of memory hit you.

Come on, sweetheart.

Holy—

You’re lucky I can call you that because I know you’ll forget it tomorrow morning.

—Shit.

Oh my God.

That one hit you in the chest and somehow kindled the flame that had died ages ago inside you. You couldn’t decide if you should smile or hide your face in the pillow and scream your lungs out.

Shaking your head, you busied yourself with some random works that laid around the apartment.

Working until night, you decided to get some food near your apartment. The city was still alive at this darkest hour, even after you spent all your time with work. You took a shortcut on the alley and still cooped up with the thought of Matt calling you ‘sweetheart.’

This was one of your mistakes, out of nowhere, some random hand sneaked up on you and covered your mouth. You screamed muffled as your body was tugged away into the darkest corner. “Gimme your money— or else.”

Your heart racing as your thoughts running wild. You didn’t bring anything on you, let alone how to learn a fight. “I don’t have it!” your sound muffled by how the burglar’s hand tightened around your mouth.

You heard him chuckling, “Big mistake.”

You prayed to God that it ended quickly, but suddenly you fell on the ground as the burglar was tossed sideways to the wall across. It was all a quick motion. You quickly ran behind a dumpster, trying to control your breathing. You heard the fight still on and took a peek of it. You felt your breathing held to a stop at what you saw. It was Daredevil himself.

Daredevil crouched to the ground, whispered harshly, “If I see you again, I swear to God it won’t be your bone that’ll break.”

The burglar nodded quickly as he ran for his life.

Daredevil stood up and looked in your direction. You hid away, didn’t know why you needed to stay hidden from him when he just saved your life.

“Are you okay?” You heard his deep voice softened a bit.

Heaving a sigh, you stood up too and nodded. “Y-yes. Thank you. For saving me.”

Both of you didn’t move and it was still crazy that now, this moment, you finally met Daredevil himself. He was rather tall with a red suit that had two little horns on his helmet.

He walked to you and reached his hands to yours. You let his hands rubbed your palms. It was weird, you’re somehow caught in this intimate moment. And you let yourself be. Up this close, you swore to God, you felt familiar with his scent and touch. Am I crazy?

“You’re hurt,” he murmured.

Looking at your palms, the skin on the heel of your palms was scraped along the rough ground. It wasn’t bad, but it sure did hurt a lot. “It’s okay, I can fix it at home.”

He nodded, “What are you doing in this dark alley anyway?”

“I was taking a shortcut. And before you could lecture me, yes I know I shouldn’t, but my mind kind of elsewhere.”

He hummed. “What made your mind distracted.”

“Someone.”

“Oh,” he smirked. “Do tell. Is he handsome?”

You frowned. “How can you be so sure it’s a man? It could be a woman and you just don’t even know my preference.”

He smiled, “My bad, sorry for my mistake.”

“None taken.” You frowned at him.

But before he could utter another word, you let the problem out. “You’re right. Who am I to joke? It’s a man. My coworker for God’s sake! This couple of days made me think about him a lot.”

Daredevil laughed. He let that deep laughter echoed throughout the alley. This was something you didn’t know that a vigilante could even laugh. Truly, this must be the eighth wonder of the world. “I could give you some advice if you want.”

“What is it? I probably need it ASAP.”

He smiled softly, “Talk to him. It won’t hurt for the both of you guys. If he doesn't want you, it’s his loss.”

———

Talking was a system that had developed into human kind. There’s no progress without talking, interaction. It was a simple thing, honestly. You talked, processing the meaning, you turned it into action. Simple right?

But we were human with feelings, emotions. Emotions wasn’t a fragile thing; it just added a touch of ‘meaningfulness’ into the conversation. Like food with seasonings.

But when the body and mind intertwined with emotions, it always got … rusty.

Here you were sitting on edge while Matt sat across from you, doing some work like a normal human being.

God had made a clear path for you by sending Foggy and Karen to visit the client. But your body couldn’t move when you had made up your mind on what to do. Two people had already encouraged you to talk to Matt Murdock, but your body literally rooted to the ground.

Looking at the clock, it was already 10 minutes in after the departure of Karen and Foggy. You knew they were going to be late coming back to the office, yet you were still sitting like an idiot. You looked back at Matt and startled when Matt looked directly at you. Shit.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked.

I am hopelessly in love with you.

You nodded, too quickly. “Yup! Never been better.”

His eyebrows creased too deeply for you to interpret. You got up and moved to the door, just before you walked out through that door, you looked back to Matt, who was still watching you. “Do you want some tea?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You strode to the kitchen and made the tea for both of you. You purposely took the time of your life making the tea. While you put a spoon of sugar on both mugs, you thought on how to approach him next. “Hmm, this is getting too hard,” you muttered, nibbling at your thumb.

“What is it?” Matt said behind you.

“Shit!” You screamed and leaned your back against the counter, your arm pressing your chest. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Matt Murdock was bad for your health condition, confirmed.

“Sorry,” he smiled. “I’m just worried about you. Are you sure you’re okay? You're really quiet back there.”

“Yeah,” you tried to laugh it out. “I’m fine.”

“Okay. Now what was getting hard you say?”

Shit. “Oh, uhm— The mugs! It’s just too high up, for me to reach,” you said as you shielded the two mugs that you had made.

He frowned, but you couldn’t help but to think that somehow, you made him angry. “You do know I could smell normally, right? I may be blind, but my nose is working just fine. And I could smell the hot tea that you just made.”

Now God really pushed you to the corner now. No turning back, you accepted your fate. “Sorry, Matt.”

Matt’s face softened as his hands rested on your shoulders. “You can tell me what’s on your mind, you know. I don’t bite.”

Your heartbeat quickened as his left hand rested at the back of your neck, thumb brushing just behind your ear while his right hand stroked your upper arm. It’s now or never.

“I’m sorry,” you said again. “This couple of days is starting to get to me. I got confused.”

“By what?”

“You.” There, I say it.

“Me?”

You took a deep breath as you threaded your words carefully. “You started to help me a lot, do a simple little thing. It was fine at the beginning, but the more I looked at you, you started to get in my head.”

He smirked, “Is it the sexy stuff or not?”

Hitting his chest softly, you argued. “I’m trying to get serious here.”

“I’m sorry,” he enveloped his hands on yours and rested it on his chest. Smiling softly, he continued, “Carry on.”

You couldn’t help, but to smile back. “I always appreciate your help, and I guess in that moment, I truly looked at you. I’m starting to feel you’re more than a friend to me, Matt.” You looked to the floor, avoiding him. “I’m sorry I’m ruining our friendship now.”

He gently lifted your chin and smiled softly. “You’re not ruining it. I’m glad you told me all of this, sweetheart.”

You could feel your face starting to warm up. “Careful now, Murdock. Or I assume that you like me too.”

He chuckled softly before pressing his lips softly to yours. It was fireworks, confetti, and shouting all over your head.

You wrapped your hands around his neck while Matt pinned you on the hips. He deepened the kiss and you’re intoxicated by everything. His tongue teased your lips and you let your mouth open for him to roam. You moaned as he drank all that sound with his lips. He pecked once more before giving room for the both of you to breathe. He whispered, breathing hard from the kiss. “Was that good, sweetheart?”

You laughed as he smiled at you, drinking in the happiness that radiated from you. You kissed the edge of his lips and whispered back. “It’s perfect, Matthew.”

His eyes crinkled behind those red sunglasses from all that smile. “I love you,” he kissed me again, softly and deeply.

You smiled against his lips, “I love you too.”

———

A/N: Finally, it’s done .... I’m sorry if there’s any grammatical error. And I hope you enjoy this story, LOL. And I still didn’t know how the heck I wrote this 3k words, LOL💕💕🙌🏻🙌🏻💕💕💕

#Daredevil #netflix daredevil #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x reader #Matt Murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n

[jounosparticles]

Hello o/ i just finished midterm im finally free orz.How are you doing?

I want to asked what do you think about Fukuchi?like his relationship or morality anything in general.Hes such an interesting character i wish ppl talk about him more.

hello! i’m pretty good! finished a read through bsd beast today (fantastic novel btw) and will work on some writing tonight i think!

i hope your midterm went well!! feel free to tell me about it if you’d like :) i’m interested

and ty for asking about fukuchi! i have lots to say about him.

fukuchi - my opinion

first off i will preface this by saying i USED to be a fukuchi hater. he used to really piss me off but looking back it was 100% biased towards the characters he hurt and i didn’t think too much of his motives. i actually really like him now and believe he’s very underrated.

for starters, i LOVE his design. the face scars especially really tie everything together. i also like his silly moustache hehe

his role as a hunting dog was really great and i hope we see more of that—some sort of pre-DoA scenes where we see the hunting dogs work together so i can look into their dynamics more. it seems that he genuinely was a good leader and cared for his squad. he was fun and lighthearted and seemed to be kind to his subordinates.

i really hope we get some sort of scenes where we see him interacting with the other members of the DoA, flashback scenes or something. we only really seen him interact with bram. i feel he would have gotten along well with sigma, since neither of them are bad people. in contrast i want to see him interact with fyodor and nikolai for the very opposite purpose.

i somewhat sympathized with fukuchi when he was fighting atsushi and akutagawa, his view on war clearly messed him up a ton and he just appeared to have a bad approach to solving what was right. i regret to admit i think i let a lot of the general perception of fukuchi hinder my opinion on him here. i understood his motives to a degree but couldn’t like him for that (which has since changed).

i wholeheartedly believe fukuchi is a good person. he is severely traumatized from all the war he had to deal with, which altered his perception on a good approach to solving things.

assuming he is around 45 years old, he would have received the warning of the war at the age of 9. imagine being a small child and realizing you have to save millions from dying? yet throughout it all he kept a great composure and was kind to others. the scenes where he was with fukuzawa as a child showed he was a good kid despite the huge task he would need to complete. this displays immense courage.

now more onto the DoA era.

notice how he turned everyone into vampires instead of just killing them? partially this was likely to build an army, however i assume part of it was to keep people from dying. he doesn’t want any more bloodshed and did what was necessary. he never told anyone about this though, there’s a good chance bram would have been more willing to help had he been open about the plan. maybe?

the way he treated bram wasn’t great though. it would have been cool to see him talk to bram about it and they work together. of course bram didn’t really seem to care too much about humanity before meeting aya, so he may have not agreed.

fukuchi was also incredibly smart for trusting fukuzawa to do what was right. it really shows their bond and how they knew each other. i’d love to look into their dynamics more, especially the scene where fukuchi tries to convince fukuzawa to go to war since there was a ton of symbolism there.

fukuchi and jouno’s bond also intrigues me. we know he invited jouno to the hunting dogs with the goal of him joining the DoA yet jouno was too influenced by good to be able to do it. i wonder if fukuchi would have told jouno the truth in the case that he agreed to join? or did he assume jouno was willing to be a ruthless killer? id like to think that fukuchi believed jouno had the morality to keep the agency safe despite being supposed to act evil; since fukuchi didn’t actually want them dead. ill make a longer analysis about this idea soon actually since it has the little gears in my head turning.

his relationship with tachihara is also interesting to me. i haven’t thought too much into it, but i believe fukuchi said something along of being disappointed in tachihara’s "betrayal". it makes me wonder if maybe he had hoped tachihara’s morality had changed in the mafia so he would never need to face him in battle? i’ll have to reread the chapters and look into this more.

his relationship with teruko also is one that makes me quite sad. she looked heartbroken as she had to kill him. she was also the only one he told other than fukuzawa about his real plan (as far as im aware). they were definitely close.

in the end, fukuchi’s reveal of the truth and everything he had been dealing with for so long made his actions make a ton of sense. he was just a person with a huge responsibility who tried to save things as well as he could. i really wish he could have gotten closure on the world he saved (if he is truly dead). he’s a fantastic character and has a ton of depth. i only scratched the surface here. maybe i will need to make an "in defence of fukuchi" essay at some point.

#thank you for asking this i love talking about him #super underrated character #i gotta make some dynamics analysis with him. him and jouno is one i think about a lot. like i said above im gonna make a post ab it even #also one with him and tachihara. and teruko. and fukuzawa #and maybe ranpo? #idk i have a lot to say about how fukuchi gets along with others. it’s really cool #asks #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fukuchi #fukuchi ouchi #fukuchi #fukuchu bsd #ouchi fukuchi

[wonderwomanfantasy]

under the stars together (part five)

part one/ part two/ part three/ part four/ part five/ part six/ part seven/ part eight/ part nine/ part ten(smut)/ part eleven& epilogue.(smut)

werewolf!OC x Fem!Reader

warnings: Daddy issues AND Mommy issues, mentions of illness and surgery, acts of violence, mentions of blood & gore, smut, werewolf smut,

word count: 2,800 (about)

summary: the sun is hot on your face as you ride into the unknown. home is to your back and you don't know what the future holds. Just how you like it. You've run here all on your own, and there's nothing tying you down, It would be so easy to pick up and start running again. It's freeing, It's terrifying. You could run, but you're choosing to stay.

Despite what he said, things were uncomfortable for days after. He didn’t crack jokes as often and when he did, you had to force yourself to laugh. Cole even missed walking you to your bike one day, which hurt a little bit. It was only once but you’d come to like those little interactions and you hadn’t realized how much they’d come to mean to you until he stopped. Luckily it was just once and he was back to his routine the next day. After that, you started making an effort to meet him halfway. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d made a friend. Most of the people you were close with you’d met years ago and had no clue why they stuck around you. But you tried with Cole, and things seemed to go back to normal. 

Until one day you came in and Cole looked ready to keel over. Cole gave you a tight-lipped smile as you came in but it did nothing to relax the grim look on his face. “Hey spitfire, we’re going to be closed for three days next week,”

“Are you sick? “ you asked, ignoring what he’d said entirely. 

“No, just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” he sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose. 

“Why are we closed next week, does it have something to do with why you didn’t sleep?” you asked, guessing correctly that the two were connected. 

“My family is coming into town.” He said “family” like they were a pack of wild animals coming through town instead of people. You had assumed that Cole’s family lived in town, that seemed to be the case for most people, you’d never guessed that he, like you, was an outsider to this place. 

“And that’s bad?” you pushed. 

“No- not bad but stressful. I don’t see my family often, usually just at Christmas so they’re going to be clingy, If I kept the shop open they’d come and try to talk to me, they’re going to want to hear every second of every day since I last see them and they’re going to be pissed when I tell them I haven’t done anything. My mom is going to take over my kitchen, and since both my brothers and my sister are staying with me that means I’m going to get kicked out of my room and sleep on the couch, I only have so much room I can’t have five people under one roof and they’re bringing the fucking horses I don’t have room for horses-”

“Horses?” you asked, cutting off his rant. You had loved Horses when you were a little girl, but you’d never gotten the chance to actually in person. Cole nodded. 

“Two of em, they’re getting old so my mom is shipping them up to my uncle's farm- it’s a real farm that’s not a euphemism, they can play with kids pose as unicorns shit like that but my place is just the perfect halfway point so those stupid fucking animals can stretch they’re legs and rest, god forbid I rest-”

“What kind of horses are they?” you asked, cutting him off again. 

“Brown ones?” he answered.

“Brown ones, what kind of answer is that?”

“I don’t know they’re my mother's horses.”

“Are they show ponies? Or do they plow fields? Do you ride them? Are they hot-blooded or-”

It was his turn to cut you off, “show ponies I think, they did agility courses and jumped, and they’re warm-blooded they’re horses,” you rolled your eyes but let the comment slide. 

“Show horses, are they Thoroughbreds? Or Morgans or-”

“Morgans!” he snapped his fingers when he said it, for the first time that day he smiled, really smiled. 

“Morgans are beautiful horses, they’re very versatile, just as good at endurance riding as they are for dressage,” you said, quoting from a book on horses you’d had as a girl. 

“You like horses?” he asked a little disbelievingly.  

“When I was younger I did, I just remembered some of the things I picked up,” You said trying for nonchalant. 

“Have you ever ridden one?” he asked.

“No, never even seen one in person,” you admitted. 

“Would you like to?”

“See one or ride them?” you asked, crossing your arms. 

“Both. My family would love to rant to someone who cared about horse nonsense, and I’m sure they’d let us take them for a walk through some of the backroads, they owe me that much,” he offered. You hesitated, you didn’t want to lead him on, and you certainly didn’t want to meet his family. But you wanted to ride a horse. 

“If it's not too much trouble,” you said timidly, Cole burst out laughing. 

“Never thought I’d see the day I’d see you, meek Spitfire,” he teased. 

“What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to threaten you into letting me ride your family’s horses?” you snapped back. 

“There’s my Spitfire,” 

“If the rest of your family are as bad as you I want no part of it,”

“Oh they’re much worse, but I won’t let them tease you that’s my job,”

You wanted to drop it, but you couldn’t keep your curiosity contained. You had to know. Was he raised on a horse farm? Or a farm- farm? No to either, He lived in the city, his father worked as a mechanic and his mother was from old money, horses were her passion she always kept a few around to ride at shows and ride around the countryside. Cole had known how to ride a horse almost before he’d known how to walk. His brothers and sister had taken after his mother and had taken an interest in the horses. Cole had been the only one to take after his father and look after cars instead of animals. 

“He’d only just bought this place when he passed away,” he said, wistfully. “I’ve had it longer than him at this point, it’s kind of sad to think about it that way, it doesn’t feel like my place it’s still just my dad’s place that I work at.” You just nodded unsure what to say. 

He told you about his siblings, Erik, Hannah, and Jake. Cole was the eldest, the other three would team up together to pull pranks on him or kick his ass when they rough housed. It sounded like he wrestled with them a lot. 

It was bittersweet to hear about his home life. You’d never had a stable home life, constantly bouncing between your mom and dad, not feeling wanted by either of them. He talked so animatedly about his childhood. it was hard not to smile along with him, but you were also jealous that he’d gotten the home life you’d always wanted. Cole’s family was extensive, Uncles and Cousins, great aunts, and people he couldn’t remember how they were related to but were family all the same. It made your chest ache. 

“I can see how that can be stressful, it’s always been just me and my dad, it’s not always perfect but at least that’s only one other person I have to keep track of,” you said, 

“What’s your dad like?” he asked, you recoiled reflexively from the question. 

“He never wanted kids. He was always kind of bitter that he had to take care of me.” Cole waited for you to say more, but you didn’t, even when he pressed lightly. How could you even begin to describe it? Your dad had never been abusive. But it was draining, living with someone who didn’t want you. You had tried so hard to do everything perfectly wondering when you’d find the thing that would make him stop hating you. It had been so freeing to realize nothing would ever make you good enough to him and you could stop trying. Freeing and also crushing.

Things had gotten better when you’d started acting like your own person, taking care of yourself, and acting more like his roommate than his daughter. But he never missed an opportunity to fight with you, and you wanted your freedom just as badly as he wanted his. He wondered if he would let you come back, or start subtly hinting that you were old enough to get your place, it was a small miracle he didn’t completely cut you off when you turned eighteen. 

Your mother was different, you only ever saw her for a few weeks out of the year. All and all you’d only seen her for a few months spread over twenty years. She wanted to love you, but how could she when she didn’t know you? Her attempts to connect were sweet but felt hollow. You were her child she was supposed to love you. Still, you’d jumped at the chance to come here and help her when you heard her liver was failing and it was killing her, even if it meant undergoing the painful procedure, but that had less to do with helping her than it did getting away and being on your own for the first time.

You’d planned on staying in a rented apartment on your own when you first said you were coming to Sunfield but she’d refused, she needed you in the house. 

You weren’t ready to unpack all of that with Cole. He, to his credit, let it drop and switched to talking about the horses again. His family had had a border collie at one point, but his mother had found that she preferred being the herding dog, so to speak. His family often kept dogs apparently, a trait that he’d kept into adulthood. Cole showed you pictures of his mixed breed, Ino. 

“Do I get to meet her too?” you asked as he flicked through pictures of Ino on his phone. 

“Sure, when you come to see the horses you can play with her too, she’s friendly,” he promised, which only served to increase your excitement. 

You couldn’t help but bring it up every chance you got. Some of your enthusiasm seemed to rub off on him, Cole almost seemed happy the day his family came into town. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon?” He asked, holding onto your bike. 

“Yes,” you agreed. You would see Cole tomorrow, but outside of work. You would go to his house and see where he lived for the first time. It made you nervous, but you weren’t going to back down. 

“And you know the way?” he asked. 

“Pretty sure I can figure it out,” 

“Call me if you get lost?” you rolled your eyes. 

“You worry too much I can handle myself,” you sighed. 

“Fine fine, see you then,” Cole relented. 

Cole lived on the edge of town practically in the woods. It was a large log cabin settled in the middle of a clearing, it was a beautiful place, perfect for horses you thought. Cole was waiting on the porch when you pulled up to the house. 

“You didn’t have too much trouble finding the place right?” he asked. You took off your helmet and placed it on the seat of the bike. 

“It was fine, show me the horses,”

“Nice to see you too Spitfire,” 

Cole walked you through his house, the second the door opened a small brown dog jumped into your lap, barking happily and wagging her tail as you scratched behind her ears. 

“Leave it, Ino,” Cole said, and the dog jumped down off of your legs and went off back into the house. Cole gestured and lead you to the living room. You saw four people sitting in his warm spread out between two armchairs and a large couch, two women and two men. The eldest, Cole’s mother, stood to greet you. 

“Oh look at you darling, Cole told us all about you,” Mrs. Allman said, crossing over to you, before you could resist she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. You noticed that her voice had the same soft southern accent that Cole’s did.  She didn’t seem to care when you went stiff in her arms. Mrs. Allman was incredibly warm, her skin was like she was burning with fever, and she smelled like clean linen and flowers. 

“Mom,” Cole said in a warning tone and she let you go. 

“RIght the horses, did Cole tell you their names?” she asked, motioning you to the backyard, where you could see two brown horses tied to a post with thick leather straps.

“No, he said he didn’t know,” you said. Mrs. Allman shot a dirty look at her eldest son, she held the door open for you and then guided you closer to the horses.

“Two males, Cisco and Ranger, Ranger is going to be your horse, he’s a little bit smaller and has that yellow spot on his foot, see?” She asked, pointing at the hoof.  You nodded seeing what she meant. She undid the leather reins and turn the horse’s head to face you. 

Your breath caught for a moment, the animal was huge and breathtaking. “Can I touch him?” you asked. 

Mrs. Allmen laughed and guided your hand as you carefully ran the flat of your palm over his nose.  “He likes you, do you want to feed him?” she asked and you agreed almost before she got the words out. She pulled an apple out of her pocket and handed it to you. Ranger sniffed and then took the apple from you, his lips tickling the palm of your hand. 

“You look like a kid on Christmas,” Cole laughed, you didn’t realize he was there, but you didn’t take your eyes off the horse,

“This is the best day of my life,” you murmured, making them both laugh. 

“Do you want to go ride now?” Cole asked. And you nodded. He showed you how to get on and off a few times, and then helped you get on for yourself. He didn’t touch you, but his hands hovered around your waist ready to catch you if you lost your balance. You were very proud of yourself when you sat on the saddle. Cole showed you how to usher the horse forward, how to turn, how to go fast, and how to stop. 

“You’re a natural,” he laughed, you beamed at him, you felt like a little kid again. 

“Knew I would be,” you couldn’t keep your joy contained, 

“Ready to go for a real ride?” he asked, and you nodded happily, 

The two of you took off, Cole leading the way to the path he wanted to take, it was exhilarating, the wind in your hair and the sunshine on your face. 

Cole led you to a hiking trail, it was an easy slope of compact dirt. Both sides of the road were thick with lush greenery, trees, bushes, and weeds. You noticed how dull the green looked, the leaves on everything were starting to go brown and orange. somehow fall had crept up on you without you noticing. 

The two of you brought the horses down to a slow walk, just enjoying the scenery and each other's company. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before,” Cole said. You felt self-conscious as you tried to remember if you had ever smiled in front of him. You thought he was right. 

“I’m just kind of stingy with my smiles I guess,” you said, you turned away running your hand over Ranger's neck. 

“Then, I feel lucky that I got to see one,” he said, he was looking at you, you could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t meet his gaze. 

“How long is your family going to be in town?”  you asked. 

“They leave tomorrow,”

“Will they pass through again on their way back?” you asked. 

“No, there's a quicker way back home, they only stopped here for the horses, and I doubt I’d let them take over my house so soon again.”

You thought Cole might be more welcoming when it came to his family if there was just one more bed to spare. 

“Oh yeah right, you’re such a hard ass, I don’t think you could turn them away if you tried,” you snarked Cole rolled his eyes, 

“I’m only sweet to you, you know, most people in town think I’m mean, scary even,” he said. 

“People in town think I’m mean and scary too, their opinion doesn’t mean much to me, as far as I’m concerned you are sweet,” you teased. Cole brought his horse closer to you, he could reach out and touch you if he wanted to. 

“And what about you? Are the people in town right about you being mean and scary?” he asked. You thought about it. 

“Not always, but I don’t get the chance to be anything else often,” you said. 

“I hope you can be yourself with me, I’d like it if we could be closer friends,” he said, 

“You know about my love of horses, that's my darkest secret so we’re off to a good start,” you admitted. 

“I didn’t realize how much you’d like this,” Cole said, “I’ll let you know if my family ever brings anyone else up to me,” he promised. 

“I’d like that.”

#werewolf x reader #fem reader #monster x reader #monster lover #werewolf boyfriend

[theycallmebun]

unbound are you by me

kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader 

genre: angst 

wc: 697

warnings: break upppp

things just weren’t the same anymore. how could they be? 

you were a year younger than kuroo. you knew that when you started dating, things would be hard when the next school year came around. you would finish your third year while kuroo was away at university. and you were hopeful–naive and stupid. 

what you and kuroo had was special, no doubt about it. the both of you wanted a future together and long distance to work out. you knew you loved him and he loved you, but was that enough? could that keep the two of you together?

you spent every day of the summer dreading the fall, thinking of all the possible ways things could go wrong– the worst case scenario. you tried not to think about it, to live in the moment, but the inevitable truth stuck with you. 

you understood it would be hard, but god, not this hard. 

the first week was slow. on the first day, you couldn’t have felt more alone. kuroo was busy moving and getting settled in, so you didn’t get to speak that much. the second day, you two got in a fight. the first of many while he was away. the fights were worse over the phone because nothing felt resolved long after communicating. 

kuroo got so busy so quick and you only had time to talk for a short bit at the end of the day, and sometimes, not at all. but it was out of your control. what could you do? ask him to be less busy? that’s almost impossible to control. ask him to make more time for you? that’s selfish. 

and on top of things, you felt terrible for talking to him at all. you felt selfish for the little time you got to “spend” with him. he always has late plans so he calls you before. always in a hurry, in a rush. he could just be with his friends already or be getting work done, so why was he wasting time on you? you felt like you were holding him down. holding him down from his new life, tying him to his old town, to nothing. nothing was there for him anymore. it was just you, but you weren’t even sure if that was enough to bring him back. more than half the time he called you, you would get in a fight anyway, so surely he was tired of that. tired of you.  

it didn’t take you long to realize… 

–

you two agreed to talk around 8 pm, like usual. 

“hey, baby,” kuroo greeted. 

“hey, tetsuro.”

you don’t give yourself or him the chance to talk about how the day has gone. you tell him how you’ve been feeling for the past couple of weeks, how you’ve been hurting, how you feel pathetically alone, how you’ve lost yourself, and how you hate to say it but you want to break up. 

kuroo doesn’t say anything for a while. he’s thinking, trying to give you his most meaningful words. 

“is that really what you want?” he asks. 

it’s the heartbreaking truth but the truth nonetheless. “yes.”

“ok then,” he pauses, “ i’m sorry i made you feel anything less than love,y/n. you’re the best thing to have happened to me and i’m so glad we had the time that we did. i couldn’t have gone this lifetime without experiencing you. i’m sorry i wasn’t there and can’t be.”

“it’s ok, tetsuro. please just go experience the rest of college. mess around a little. experience different people who are there with you. experience more than me,” you tell him. 

he knows more than to beg for you to rethink things. he assumes this is all you’ve been thinking about since the say he left–and he’d be right. 

“ok, y/n. i’m sorry, and thank you for everything. i love you. i’m so so sorry.”

with that, you hung up the phone. you allowed yourself to grieve but you knew it couldn’t be for long. you’d go back to him if you did. you need to put your focus back on yourself and where you are. 

a/n: if you read this, thank you so much. i’m sorry for not posting for such a long time and i hope you’ll still enjoy my work.

#Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo angst #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu angst #haikyuu breakup #breakup fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader

[peterman-spideyparker]

i know karen page is not really fave of yours but you write her well enough that i think i should bring this to you. so daredevil was 2015-18 and the word was not coined yet but now that its coming back, how do you think karen would react about people who are being “a karen”. yknow, the smarmy & bitchy women. would foggy & matt tease her when she’s in a tetchy mood and tell her to ‘stop being a karen’ but in an affectionate way? how would she react about her name having that new meaning? ty 🙏

Hey, Nonny, thanks for the ask!! *hugs* and thank you!!!! I feel it’s a worry of all fanfic writers that they might not capture a character right or they’re worried about how they’re writing a character, so hearing something like that is a real encouragement.

And, I mean, I think Karen is okay, I just really wish they would have wrote her character differently. It’s like they leaned in on a few different extremes and tried to smush them together without really thinking about it and kinda flip flopped on too many different things. Anyways, I digress, cuz I wanna get to your ask!

I think Karen would definitely have mixed feelings about it. Like, she knows that labeling is a thing and that groups of people and certain behaviors need to have a name, but I feel she might have a different name for ordering/shopping/etc.

That being said, I feel it would slowly wear at her—almost to the same extent as when you work with someone and they constantly misspell your name or call you by the wrong name/mispronounce your name.

I feel Matt and Foggy only use ‘Karen’ as a verb occasionally when they talk about maybe an opposing client or an experience, because they don’t want to risk Karen getting upset. She is there fried, after all, and while you can tease friends, you never want to push them past their limit.

Most of the time, she doesn’t mind when they mention it in casual conversation.

Sometimes, she’d joke “How much of a Karen? On a scale of ‘me-Karen’ to ‘well-see-this-on-the-news-Karen’?”

But if they call Karen a Karen?

Oooohhhhh boy.

They would rue the day.

I mean, I can see it happening on a day when she’s already in a bad mood. So bringing this up?

Maybe Matt or Foggy would ask for follow up on case research or if she was able to reach a character witness or something, and she’d give them a short or snippy response and say she’s been busy with other things.

I love Foggy, but my gut says Foggy unleashes her wrath. He’d say “Okay, Karen” as both an affirmative response to her and a snide little remark.

And all three of them would know immedately and simultaneously that serious shit would hit the fan.

“Christ, I am so sick of hearing that!” she shouts. “What did I ever do to have people think of me as a ‘Karen’? I’m helpful, I’m polite, but then people hear my name and they thing they have free rein to just use it and throw it around all of the time! I’m sick of it!”

“Karen, you know he didn’t mean it like that,” Matt tries.

“Really, Matt? Your super hearing couldn’t pick up on that?”

“Karen, I’m really sorry,” Foggy pleas. “I didn’t mean to offend you. But you have every right to be mad at me.”

Then Karen would close her eyes an let out a long sigh. “These last two weeks have just been so stressful. I’m sorry.”

“Well . . . Today has been slow. How about we close early?” Matt suggests. “We could try that new pizzeria a few blocks over?”

They’d all quietly agree and grab their things.

“I’m sorry I was such a Karen,” she says. Foggy and Matt wrap her in a tight hug to let her know that her reaction was justified and that they’re sorry.

Even still, the phrase ‘Karen’ is very rarely used in their practice—put on special reserve for the *extra difficult* people they encounter in the practice.

Alternatively, I can see Foggy proposing an alternative name for the designated difficult people—perhaps choosing a name of someone that they all have a shared dislike for. Maybe a “Beverly” or a “Trish”. (Idk those were the first names that came to my head I’m sure if you’re a Beverly or a Trish reading this you’re a lovely person)

#ask #anon ask #marvel ask #character ask #Karen page #daredevil #daredevil disney+ #daredevil netflix #Matt Murdock #foggy nelson

[cherrbunny]

Atom Bomb

Apocalypse Au (Suna x reader)

🤎𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥🤎 Please be mindful of the content you consume

⚠︎︎𝕋ℝ𝕀𝔾𝔾𝔼ℝ 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾⚠︎︎: ❤︎mentions of suicide❤︎

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I wrote this in 2021 or 2020 pretty sure it was winter 2020, but ANYWAYS this is sad I love it and yeah top tier angst if you ask me. I wrote it based off the song 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛． You all think I should make a happy part two?

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: In a post apocalyptic Japan Suna fails to navigate his greif and assumingely ends it all after the love of his life y/n and his family seemingly pass <3

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕕𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪!

𝕊𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕤- anything in italics are a flashback

If only things could go back to the way they used to be. Sunny blues skies, chirping birds, and children running in the park. But now the sky has a crimson glow, the sound of chirping replaced by the horroride blood curdling screechs, and little to no signs that humanity existed. Country’s went to war and the U.S nuked Japan, and their stood Suna overlooking it all. Standing at the top of a building ready to throw himself off, wondering how he even got there.

He had lost it all, with only few of his friends surviving. That’s it that’s why he was there, how could he forget something so haunting.

The alarms where going off people were panicking, doomsday was finally here. The loud sounds of bombs falling could be heard all throughout Japan. You sipped the Hennessy in your shot glass, you had invited Suna over but he never picked up the phone. Maybe he was with family, and he was in a sense. Running with his sister in his arms the radiation had reached his city, causing his entire household to become extremely ill. His sister was coughing up blood, her skin getting colder and colder by the second.

Yes he remembers it all so clearly, taking a step closer to the ledge of the roof. His sister was gone. He had to burry her at her favorite park, which was now nothing more than a mass graveyard. Suna couldn’t help but miss the warmth you provided him.

Suna rushed to your house, he needed to get you out of there another bomb was reported to be dropped in your area. And as he reached *insert area* his heart dropped, the radiation was thick here. Low orangey colored clouds hovered above the ground. Suna stepped back, taking off his shirt he poured water all over it before tying it around his nose and mouth.

You sat in your basement listening to music, you knew how today would be your last but you were honestly to drunk to care. To drunk to know if what was coming out your mouth blood or barf, to drunk to tell if the voice calling your name was real or in your head. Looking up you see tear stained Suna who immediately lifted you up.

“No no not you too, please y/n hold on for me please”

You hiccuped as blood ran out your mouth “so here it is… our final night alive”

“Y/n please please please, I’m begging your the only thing I have left”

Night had already arrived though the ruby skies showed no sign of nightfall.

You had kissed him when you died, he hated it. He had failed to save you too. The one thing that kept him going in life, gone. And with that he jumped. They always said your life flashes before your eyes, and for Suna it did.

“Suna Rintarō I… I have a crush on you”

“Hey Suna from now on call me y/n no more last names” -“in that case call me rin”

“Your family is so nice! I’m glade they liked me” -“of course they did it’s you we’re talking about”

“Hey don’t worry if you go overseas for volleyball I’ll still support you it’s your dream”

“Hey rinnie look at this!”

“Can you believe it’s the end of high school already, I’m glad I spent my years with you”

“Let’s move in together, you’ll be traveling a lot and will need a home to come back to ya know”- “Well if my darling want me too why not”

“Riiinnnnn over here!” - “what are you doing here y/n” - “I flew here to cheer you on!” - “pffft of course you did”

“Tell your sister I said hi! And don’t forget sunscreen!”

“Y/n I’m not wearing that” - “please just for cuddles”

All his memories consisted of you the pain on his face faded and was replaced with a smile. Sighing of relief he saw one last memory before he hit the ground.

“Rin don’t cry, It’s you that I’m here with right now and as the world caves in, it’s you who I’ll see on the other side”

♡︎~𝔽𝕚𝕟~♡︎

#haikyuu #fanfic #suna angst #suna x y/n #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro oneshot #haikyū!! #i need sleep #i put too much effort into this #i still dont know how to tag #not smut #as the world caves in #music fans #i need therapy #and mental help #Spotify

[thenasoneshots]

(TGAA) Sherlock Oneshot - Flowers of Love

Requested: Yes

Reader’s Relations: Acquaintances (as in, met one or two times)

Reader’s Occupation/Role: Florist

Timing: TGAA2

Reader’s Age: 31

Warnings: Blood, mentions of death

Other Notes: I did change a few things, seeing as you didn’t give me your username so I couldn’t message you to ask… -_- so…. I aged the reader up cause I don’t like writing massive age gaps (ie more than 4 years) and Sherlock is 34, reader’s flower show is just opposite Baker Street, so Sherlock and the gang can see the front door of it from the window. Also, as mentioned in my last TGAA oneshot, I’ll be referring to the characters by their Scarlet Study Translation names, rather than the official ones, cause I know those better than the officials.

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I smiled to myself as I continued to tend to the flowers, watering them and cutting off some of the dead heads. That was when the shop bell went and I stood up to greet the customer, “Welcome.”

Instead of a pleasant response, I was just pushed against the counter, “Tell me what you know!”

“W-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“The murder that happened yesterday! Right outside here, tell me everything you know!”

I gulped, my heart rate increasing, “Like I’m going to tell-” I cut myself off when I realised the guy as the guy who I’d seen killing the victim the day before. I immediately kicked him where it hurt most and grabbed some nearby rope, tying him up, “Bested by a girl.”

“You really think you'll get away with this?”

“She already has, my dear fellow. Now I suggest you leave her alone and accept your fate.”

MEANWHILE - SHERLOCK’S POV

“Holmesie, you’ve been staring at her shop for days. If you want to see her, go down and talk to her!”

“Iris, you do not understand. We’re talking about (Y/n) here.”

“I know, Holmesie, just go and talk to her though!”

It was at that moment that I noticed someone enter the shop rather suspiciously, “You’re right, Iris. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Master Naruhodo, would you look after Iris?” Without giving him a chance to respond, I dashed out to the flower shop across the street, to see (Y/n) tying him up with a rope, “Bested by a girl.”

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“And here’s your flowers, have a good day.”

“Thank you, Miss, however, I’d like you to keep them, they match your eyes perfectly.”

I felt my face flush red, “Oh goodness. Thank you for the compliment.”

“W-would you like to maybe go out with me sometime?”

“I-I’m sorry, sir, but you’re not really my type. No offence.”

“I-It’s alright, worth a shot, though.”

I smiled, “Take the flowers though, perhaps you’ll find someone who’ll appreciate them.” The man nodded and I handed him the flowers back as he walked out the shop. I took out my watering can and gave the plant sitting on the bench water, starting to admire it.

“Ahh, good morning.”

I looked up to see Sherlock entering the shop. He walked over immediately and I smiled, “Good morning to you, Mr Holmes, what can I do for you today?”

“I just came to check how you were today. After yesterday’s trial. You’re not traumatised by it at all, are you?” I shook my head, feeling my face heat up a bit at the face he was so caring, “I’m fine. Thank you for asking though. Is that all?”

“Ahh, well… I did come to ask if you would like to accompany us for dinner tonight. You don’t have to, it’s just Iris said I should invite you if it wasn’t for your testimony, Master Naruhodo would not have won the case.”

I smiled, “Oh, that’s nice. What time and where?”

He smiled at me, “Perfect!” before giving me my instructions, stumbling over his words a bit, causing me to giggle, “That sounds great. I’ll be there on the dot don’t worry.”

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I took a deep breath, the bunch of flowers in my hand. I was now questioning whether I should have brought them, as the door to Sherlock’s flat was opened.

“(Y/n)! Welcome. Those are pretty!”

I smiled, “Hello Iris, and thank you, I arranged them myself. Do you have a vase I can put them in?” She nodded and hopped off, letting me enter the flat. Iris returned a few minutes later with a vase of water and I handed her the flowers as she put them in carefully, placing them on a nearby table. I smiled as I sat down, starting to talk to Ryunosuke and Susato about how the rest of the case had gone.

“Ahh, (Y/n)! Iris told me you’d arrived.” I looked up to see Sherlock standing there, without his usual hat and coat on, instead just in his waistcoat and shirt. I nodded, “Yeah, I only just got here, thank you for inviting me.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ryunosuke and Susato exchanging glances before they both stood up and left my field of vision. I soon felt myself being pushed from behind, and I bumped into Sherlock, causing the two of us to fall onto the ground, my arms instinctively placing themselves on either side of his head to avoid any clash, “I’m sorry! I guess I tripped over my own feet.”

Before Sherlock could reply, I felt something on the back of my head, forcing it down, causing me to unwillingly kiss Sherlock, not that I was complaining. My eyes widened and I tried to stand up, apologising profusely, “Sorry! I’m so sorry about that!”

“There’s no need to apologise, (Y/n). I can tell it wasn’t your fault,” Sherlock replied, trying to hide his slightly pink face, and pointing towards where I saw a calico cat now lying on the sofa.

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It soon came to the time when I had to get home and I bid my farewells to everyone, coming to Sherlock last, “Thank you again for inviting me. Just to say, the ‘cat incident’ was my first kiss.” I muttered before leaning up and pecking his cheek, “You’re welcome in my shop any time you like.”

And for, probably, the first time in his life, Sherlock Holmes was left speechless.

—-------------------END OF ONESHOT

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[workofheart]

extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge. 

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day. 

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again. 

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks. 

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,”  Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away. 

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

☆☆☆

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you. 

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-” 

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?” 

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades. 

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-” 

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure. 

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.” 

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight. 

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp. 

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high. 

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock. 

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door. 

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.” 

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat. 

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out. 

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there. 

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk. 

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs. 

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over. 

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