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writingouthere · 4 months

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singlemom!reader x neighbor!sukuna. you miss having a baby and Sukuna is dying from a combination of your sexual tension, his lowkey(highkey) baby fever and the drudgery of attending a child's birthday party

cw: Sukuna's breeding kink, red flags are present and accounted for, no one gets laid tho so sad face. this actually ended up being way more sincere and heartfelt than I intended but honestly very typical of me

"Oh we're not together, Sukuna's just been letting me and Bug crash while we look for an apartment."

"Oh he's not my boyfriend, we're just friends!"

"He's actually not Bug's dad. No, no. But, they get along really well. She enjoys having someone else to hang out with aside from me, I think."

Your laughter after the last one plays on repeat as he goes to grab the two of you some refreshments. Sukuna feels like he's living the world's worst version of groundhog day, except instead of being some sad loser who relives the same day over and over, he's apparently a sad loser who is going to live the same conversation over and over again.

"Fuck this shit."

"Um, excuse me but could you watch your language. This is a kid's birthday party." Sukuna wants to ask the bitch who is correcting a grown man's language if he would mind watching his own fucking business but you seem to care about what these losers think and he won't make life difficult for you.

If he happens to step on the guy's foot as he leaves with two cups and a juice box caught in his elbow, well, his steel toed boots need the exercise.

Sukuna knew that if any of his acquaintances, he didn't have friends after all, could see him now, they would die laughing. Die ,because he would kill them for laughing, but fuck he couldn't even really blame them, even in his hypothetical.

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a feared criminal. People pissed themselves when he cornered them in a dark alley. Other bad guys would look at him and say, "wow that guy's a real piece of shit" and now look at him. Stuck at some three year old's birthday party. One more kidzpop butchering of an already shitty song away from committing another felony.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he knew he was at least getting some pussy out of it, but he had just spent the past two hours hearing you deny him to anyone who asked and it was really starting to get to him.

He knew he was being a little bitch about it, and he wasn't upset just because you weren't fucking him. He was upset that all the things you were telling people, they were technically true. He was just letting you and your daughter crash. He was just your friend, not your boyfriend. Even the comments about him not being Bug's dad, but him being positioned as some kind of really invested babysitter, those might have stung more than the ones about your relationship but you thought that was true too.

Thinking about the kid made him look for her, not that Sukuna ever wasn't aware of where you and your daughter were. It had become instinct before he was even aware of it.

Bug was laughing with some kids he recognized from daycare and others from their regular trips to the park. Her happiness was contagious and Sukuna found his lips twitching up at the ends despite his shitty mood.

Your daughter's eyes found him from across the playground. "kuna!" she called, waving her little hand at him. He waved back with his available hand and made his way towards her. She met him halfway, her little legs unsteady on the wood chips but she didn't seem to notice. She was always like that when she saw him, she ran fearlessly. Maybe she just trusted he'd catch her.

Was it so wrong of him that he didn't like the reminders she wasn't his. That it stung, not just because of his feelings but because it just couldn't be true. He might not have fathered her, but fuck anyone who said this little girl wasn't his.

"I got you a juice, you've been running around so much you gotta be thirsty."

"Not thirsty," Bug argued leaning into him. He held up his hands that were holding the grown up drinks for the two of you, and moved the package still lodged in the crease of his elbow towards the petulant toddler. "Take it, or I'll drink it."

Bug stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed it. She struggled to get the wrapping off the straw and Sukuna didn't even notice what he was doing until she had the straw stretched out towards him and he was pulling the wrapper off with his teeth. He spit it out on the ground as your daughter gave him a polite thank-you and then walked away, sipping her juice as she went to catch up with her friends.

What had become of him?

"Need a hand?" You smile at him and Sukuna hands over your cup before taking a sip of his own. There was unfortunately no alcohol in it but drinking it occupied his mouth before he acted like a pussy and asked you, "what are we?" or "should we get married?" or something equally as pathetic.

"God, I want a baby."

Sukuna almost spit out his drink but he manages to tone it down to just a little cough before turning to look at you. You don't even seem a little embarrassed which is just infuriating. Sukuna's about to make a suggestion on how he can help with that when you sigh and point to where some loser is holding their ugly baby.

"Aren't babies just the cutest, I miss when Bug was that age."

Oh, so this was just you looking at other people's red-faced brats and feeling nostalgic and was not in fact a call to action. Sukuna rolled his eyes and leaned back on the hand closest to you so he didn't touch you as he was so tempted to do these days.

"That baby, like all babies, is hideous. All they do is cry, shit themselves and vomit and I'm not even sure Bug is the exception to that and she's the best kid there is."

You look touched at his affection for your daughter but also fired up on behalf of babies everywhere.

"You can't just say a baby is hideous, Sukuna. Those are the Zenin's. Bug is friends with some of them."

"Well are the older ones cuter, because that baby looks like someone fucked one of those hairless cats."

"Sukuna!" you hiss but he sees you smile, despite yourself. "Okay, maybe that baby isn't like the cutest baby-"

"Hideous."

You continue after smacking his arm. "But Bug was cute, okay. And I'm not just saying that because I'm her mom." You take out your phone and quickly swipe until you get to what you're looking for. "See, cute baby."

Sukuna grabs your phone and looks. It's not the first picture he's seen of a young Bug and he's taken his share of photos of her himself, but he finds himself taken in by it anyway.

It has to be a picture from when Bug was really young, she still had the scrunched up, red face that he associates with newborns. But he thinks you're right, she's still cute. He doesn't know if it's because he knows that baby will grow up to be your daughter, but he finds his thumb caressing her little baby cheeks, the wisps of hair he can see peaking out from where she's wrapped in a baby blanket. It's then he sees she's not alone in the picture and there's a different version of you holding her.

The thing that stands out to him is how tired you look. He thinks this couldn't have been too long after you gave birth but still, he wondered if you'd gotten any rest those first few months. You still didn't like talking about your ex, or the circumstances that had led you to his apartment, but Sukuna knew that chances are you were taking care of Bug single handedly and that couldn't have been easy, cutest kid or not.

"She was beautiful, she still is." He reluctantly hands the phone back to you and you look at the picture again, tears building up in your eyes.

"She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I-I wish that the circumstances were different in how I got her. Sometimes, I wonder how I'll explain everything to her when she's older. She just deserves so much better than him, you know?"

"You both do." Sukuna reaches over and brushes away one of the tears that had managed to fall down your cheek. He leaves his hand there a moment, holding your cheek in his palm, just appreciating the warmth.

"Do you want any?"

"What?" Sukuna isn't sure what you're talking about anymore. He can only see your lips right in front of him, the way that your eyelashes brush against your cheek as you blink faster and faster.

"Babies, do you want any?"

Something short circuits in Sukuna's brain and he wants to say, fuck yes.

He wants to tell you that he thinks about it every day. Every time you put Bug on your hip or send him youtube videos of hairstyles you want to try on her. Whenever it's late at night, and little feet pad out of your room and Bug asks him in the loudest whisper he's ever heard, if he can get her some water because she's so thirsty.

He thinks about it when the sun streams through the curtains of his apartment in the morning and it lights up your hair as you move throughout the kitchen, a force of nature, a creature from somewhere far too good to have ended up here with him.

He thinks about it when the three of you go out and people just assume you're a family, because of course you're a family. When you and Bug play some made up game, or Bug gets tired even though she denies it and he carries her sleeping form against his chest. When he holds her in his lap on the subway and you lean to rest your head on his shoulder and he feels like this, this is what he's always wanted.

He's not all pure and good though, because he thinks about it late at night in his bedroom too. After a day of your smiles, of seeing your thighs stretch out of those sleep shorts you started wearing when the weather warmed up, whenever he remembers the feel and smell of your panties when he's lucky enough to find a pair in the laundry basket, he thinks about how the two of you would make some really cute fucking babies.

He's imagined it a million ways. He's imagined you telling him you've gone off your birth control and you need him now after he takes you out on an anniversary dinner. Or him crowding you up against the kitchen counter and you begging him to put a baby in you.

His favorite fantasy is currently one where you get so carried away when you finally finally fuck that you don't ask him to wear a condom and he spends the whole night making sure you're nice and good and full of him and when you tell him a few weeks later you missed your period, he'll let you freak out. But then he'll tell you that he'll take good care of you, and Bug, and your soon to be little one and he'll finally have you, all of you and once you have your second, he'll knock you up again, as many times as he can because there could never be too many mini-you's running around.

At this point, Sukuna remembers he's talking to you, the real you and he swallows a few times before he speaks.

"I do," he says simply but something must show on his face because you're looking at him in a way you never have before. He hears your breath hitch and he leans in to kiss you, and you smell so good and his thoughts are consumed by the little family he just knows you're going to have when suddenly he's pelted by a variety of sharp, little objects.

Sukuna immediately holds up his arm to shield you from what he now sees is a barrage of wood chips which are being thrown at you by an army of toddlers, including your daughter.

You immediately get up and start talking to the kids about the danger of throwing what are basically large future splinters at people's faces and Sukuna is contemplating the murder of every child that isn't his own when you turn to look at him.

You're not just looking at him, you're seeing him and oh. Maybe he would be getting laid tonight, after all.

The slow burn is almost done folks.

thank you to the amazing reception to this series and the one-shot I posted(which there will be a prequel of soon!). it's literally so insane. Masterlist will be up tomorrow which I hope helps with accessibility!

edit: masterlist is up!

#jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna x singlemomreader #sukuna ryomen smut

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myeagleexpert · 3 months

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𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Yandere ex bad boy x reader When a former bad boy gets out of prison and finds you, the light of his life, he decides he would never let you go again.

cw: delusional yandere, creppy, clingy, no use of yn, reader is stressed and doesn't love yandere but is with him just because he's a stress reliever, the straight-laced girl gets involved with an ex badboy, use of pet names “princess , love”, stalking, insecurity, thoughts of getting married, beginning of a relationship, religious themes at the beginning (youth meeting), very soft at the beginning because the longer you stay together the more he develops an obsession.

"I will marry you". You would be grateful to hear this from a long-term relationship….but hearing this on the first day of your first official relationship?? Who would have the audacity to ask you that??

Marc, your new boyfriend. He is of average height, with shaved hair and thin. You met him by inviting him to a youth meeting at your church, and since he wanted to embrace his new good guy phase, he clearly went. And it wouldn't take long for you to regret that decision.

Marc is strangely strange, like a criminal in interrogation, already anticipating the argument he would have with the lawyer. He has an anxious look on his face every time you meet, and the pressure he has placed on his shoulders to be the “perfect boyfriend” requires him to be honest with you. Everyone knows and feels that pleasant and cozy atmosphere when a couple gets to know each other more and more, opening up little by little, leaving themselves vulnerable to the person their heart burns so much but…. I don't want to ruin this phase, but… he opened up about his past and it totally changed your image of him. How messing with delinquent people influenced him, how he left his family and ran away from home, how his other two serious relationships were toxic and abusive and hurt him psychologically, how he spent time in jail when they caught him with drugs , how he abandoned the will to live….

Until he met you and everything changed.

“You are the light of my life” “I only see my future by your side”

Of all the years he appeared in your life, he appeared just when you were killing yourself studying for a place at the college of your dreams! How much sacrifice! So much pressure! So much stress! The year you followed an intense study routine and practically isolated yourself from the world to study was the year he appeared…as a distraction.

You were so stressed that you needed a distraction on your side. After all, you need to live your youth too, don’t you? It won't be anything serious, you don't have time for that princess, it will just be a momentary relief, just a little flig.

Not if it's up to him.

In fact, you "met" in high school, from different classes, he uses and insists on this argument every time you say that you haven't known each other long enough. "But we never spoke….". "But we talked through our eyes!" You swear you can count on the fingers of your left hand how many times you've actually seen him.

Upon leaving the cold and degrading prison and feeling completely lost, he prayed to the heavens about what direction to ask for in life and coincidentally your profile appeared on his Instagram!

"As soon as I saw your profile, I knew you were different and would change my life" he tells the story of how he met his precious girlfriend for the millionth time, with the same dreamy sigh as always.

He spent 8 months just observing you, what you like and what you don't like, following you, your friends and family on all social networks, he discovered your favorite books and read each one of them trying to be the one you admire most, he discovered where you buy your favorite perfumes and bought the ones you liked the most, to know how you felt and all that… thrown out the window. Because every time Marc looks at you, he forgets everything, the world goes blank and his focus is absolutely you.

He forgets the beautiful words he thought when he was going home, he forgets the way the heartthrob in his book convinced the girl to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek, or how he rehearsed in the mirror how to hold her hand and kiss her without looking so awkward, Marc forget that he has to breathe to continue living but frankly he prefers to be in your air, breathe your oxygen. He also forgets that he had other relationships and shouldn't be so nervous around you.

“Then I said-…hey, I can feel your gaze from here.” “Am I staring at you a lot?? Aah sorry, you’re so beautiful that I couldn’t resist.” he says while kissing your cheek and interrupting anything that would come out of your mouth.

Marc desires to be a devoted follower of his goddess, you. But most of the time it fails miserably. He is in such a trance that he forgets everything and even though the eyes of a passionate puppy that he looks at you with seem cute, you are not guilty of feeling offended. He forgets your favorite place to go out, he forgets your favorite snack, he forgets that sweets make you feel calmer in tpm, he forgets that you canceled a date and gets sulky afterwards blaming you, he forgets that you have bigger goals clear and more important than him and most importantly, he forgets that you have a life before him and whenever you mention an ex-boyfriend he's like "What do you mean you had a boyfriend before me? Who is he? Why did they break up?" So that I don't make the same mistakes he did so that I find him and threaten him to never even look at him again.

and for you so I can make you feel guilty for still having his contact so it's just me and you in the world

Marc is strangely strange, have you ever seen a bear hiding behind a lamp post? So is his jealousy. His blood boils every time you mention a name that isn't his, his body screams mine mine mine, to possessively squeeze your waist and his mouth kisses you until the princess's stressed little head forgets that useless name what you just said after all, I'm the one next to you and I bet he can't make you feel good like I do but…. he hides it well, sometimes, when he forces it. But it's so fking hard to disguise it!

"I met a friend of mine today" "Friend, what friend? A man?" "Then he said- "But wait, love - sorry to interrupt you - since when and where have you known him?" Wasn't this friend of yours on his list where he came from? "I met him in my first year of high school, love, he moved away after that, and I met him again now" " And you hugged him? "Of course, like I do with everyone-" "whyyyyyy?" “Marc he’s my friend and-” “And do you remember his name?”- He asked something simple but that had a strong and heavy meaning behind it.

the name. the name is something so simple but so important, isn’t it?

In a random dawn, he realized that the little princess didn't remember people's names very well and when asked, you replied “They're not important to me, just some extras interacting with me” and while you sleepy laughed at theory made on the spot, his heart squeezed as he remembered that you often forgot his name too.

I'm not so important that you remember my name?

In a random dawn, you told him that you had had other relationships before him, but you never felt anything for them, so you ended it and left and forgot about them. Others, which were hidden and you did crazy things in love for them, regretted them and never saw them again. And that he was your first official boyfriend, the first you took home, the first you took to meet your parents and family, the first you took to your hiding place in the house. He. But as quickly as pride filled his heart, his mind fed the uncertainties and insecurities that keep him awake at night.

Would you live love adventures with him too? Would you regret loving him? Do you have feelings for him or is it a one-sided relationship? Would you forget about him? Would you trade it for one night? Would you… leave?

Marc is so strangely strange that he sometimes blurts out strange and chilling phrases every time you try to subtly open his eyes about the relationship, and in his head they are sweet and romantic, passionate and sincere declarations always sealing the promise with kisses and hugs that are increasingly hard and possessive, but they are red signs in your eyes that something is wrong.

“I don’t know if I could handle that either.” You said as you casually gossiped about a breakup between a couple you saw on the internet, without realizing it Marc's eyes darkened when he heard the word breakup "Listen, if we broke up I…"

"Baby, you know that if it's up to me, we'll never breakup, right?" With a determined look, Marc pulled you onto his lap

"Of course, dear, but if what you did…"

"I would come to your house, take you and lock you away from the world. Because if that's the case, you would never leave me."

"Whoa boy, a little bird wasn't meant to be trapped." When you felt the sincerity of Marc's words, you tried to leave your dear boyfriend's lap, demonstrating that you were serious about the matter, this fact did not go unnoticed by him as he smiled at you and with hearts in his eyes, he kissed you madly until you was breathless and again and again and again….he put you in a bridal carry position, pressing you against his chest with such force that it left you sore

"So i cut the bird's wings and we stay together, love, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We will never break up, remember what I told you? Let's get married, my beautiful darling."

#tw yandere #yandere boy #yanderecore #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #clingy yandere #delusional #red aesthetic #my ocs #oc yandere #infelizmente inspirado em fatos reais #yn girl

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juneisafantasyaddict · 1 year

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The writers of the SaB show seem to be pulling the exact same shit that lb did in the books. because there’s no way they think ignoring everything the grisha have been forced to endure, pretending that the darkling is the beginning and end of their issues and ravka’s, making sure alina never understands what she’s actually fighting for, etc is going to do anything except make me root for the darkling even more.

The entire second season gives me flashbacks to that insane trilogy because somehow they managed to be even worse than the books. they have alina telling the darkling that he doesn’t understand sacrifice?? really??? a man who has spent centuries of his life fighting for the betterment of his people doesn’t understand sacrifice?? the person who literally made protecting grisha his life goal doesn’t understand sacrifice??? does alina realize that the only reason she wasn’t killed the moment she was discovered was because of him?? because of the work he has done??

They had time for baghra to tell stories about her crazy family and how she killed her sister, but there was no time for her to say “this is what life was like before my son decided he was going to make it better for our kind?” if anything, they just pissed me off more because how the fuck is it possible that they are pretending the biggest issue they have is the darkling?? not the monarchy that has exploited grisha and ravka, not the fjerdans who hunt and kill grisha, not shu han who experiments on them??

Sigh, I can’t even write out my thoughts coherently because I’m so irritated by pretty much everything that happened this season. I’m irritated that instead of telling a complex story, we got this dumbed down garbage that tells us nothing, accomplishes nothing beyond “guy in black is bad.” the narrative condemns him for using merzost because he was so desperate to save his people, he tried forbidden magic, but 20 seconds later the hero is using that same forbidden power to bring her boyfriend back to life??? With zero repercussions?? I want to scream!!

If the narrative is so sure they are right, if they are so sure the darkling is wrong about everything, then why are they so afraid to expose the hero to the suffering of her people?? Let her see what they have to deal with, let her truly understand then. She has been a grisha for less than a year, and somehow she knows what’s best for them?? She doesn’t even know them. The show writers literally spent this season making her chase Mal around. Look what happened when they were going after the seawhip, two people died because she didn’t want to kill it, but they moment it went after Mal, suddenly killing it was ok. Her side of the war got attacked and instead of checking to make sure everyone was ok, including her friend’s brother who was literally about to lose his arm, she was screaming about Mal. You want to tell me about sacrifice?? She only cared about one person, and he was perfectly fine at the end. What does she know about sacrifice?? Why oh why is this fucking story just so determined to make her make all the worst possible decisions??

Incase you haven’t noticed, I haven’t talked about the crows at all, because I hate their presence in this story. They are a distraction!!! The grisha are fighting for their right to exist, Ravka is in the middle of a civil war, I do not have the time to follow the shenanigans of a group of criminals from a different country. I still don’t understand their purpose in this story, except comic relief?? 🤦🏽‍♀️

I love Alina, I really do, but jfc you cannot girl boss your way out of real solutions. They have her basically serving the monarchy and the whole time I kept thinking, if I were grisha, I wouldn’t follow her. She’s the leader of the second army but she’s wearing a first army uniform, she’s more interested in protecting the Lanstov throne than she is in protecting her people. She’s so blinded by everyone saying “the darkling is bad, the fold needs to go” she’s not stopping to say “what happens when the fold is gone?” “What happens after the war?” Because surely, she isn’t naive enough to think the people who started killing grisha as soon as they thought the darkling was gone are going to live peacefully with them now?? It took 2 seconds after the darkling died for Fjerda to send an assassin on jurda parem into ravka. Now that there’s no fold to stop them, what will stop Fjerda or Shu Han from sending an army?? Ignoring everything else the crows did, Kaz was right when he said “when they stop looking at her with gratitude, they’ll start to wonder if she hasn’t overstayed her welcome.” Which is basically what Aleksander kept saying btw, they are not going to love you for long, they are going to hate you eventually because they are afraid of what they don’t understand.

I don’t even know what the point of this was, but yeah, I guess it was a rant about how Fucking ridiculous season 2 of shadow and bone was.

#darklina #alina starkov #shadow and bone #aleksander morozova #the darkling #sab s2 spoilers #sab s2 #everyone involved in the writing of this story should have their head checked

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mrhyde-mrseek · 1 year

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CLASSIC LIT MEN RANKED FROM LEAST TO MOST DATABLE (As Decided By A Lesbian)

•DRACULA - crusty old creep, absolutely horrid, ruined the lives of at least eight people, turned one of said people into a vampire and nearly turned another, Hollywood likes to ship him with Mina for reasons that I don’t understand because he ALMOST TURNED HER INTO A VAMPIRE THAT HER FRIENDS AND HUSBAND WOULD HAVE HAD TO KILL.

•DR. MOREAU - it’s been a hot minute since I last read the book, but the fact that he performs vivisections on wild animals to turn them into humans is fucked up on SO many levels.

•ERIK - murderer, stalker, would probably combust if shown any semblance of actual affection.

•CREATURE - made to be pretty but Victor fucked that up somehow, killed 3 people out of revenge, would also combust if shown any sort of real love.

•GRIFFIN - canonically buff & smart, but he’s also an egomaniac & self-admitted ass (there is textual evidence for that latter point) with a god complex who plotted a reign of terror so . . . maybe not the best choice.

•THE TELL-TALE HEART NARRATOR - yeah, he doesn’t need romance. He needs psychological help. Desperately. If murdering an old man because his glass eye creeped you out, hiding his body in the floor, then hallucinating his heart beating during a police interrogation isn’t a red flag, then I don’t know what is.

•JEKYLL/HYDE - on one hand, he’s a middle-aged chemist who represses every desire he has; on the other hand, he’s an Uncanny Valley-flavored criminal who beat a man to death with a cane, so you can’t really win with this one.

•ICHABOD CRANE - he’s not a bad person, and he is well-educated, he’s just less interested in an actual, committed romantic relationship and more interested in the money he’ll inherit from it.

•SHERLOCK HOLMES - he’s in the middle because I actually don’t think he’d make a bad boyfriend—he’d just be oblivious to the efforts of anyone who tried to make a move on him.

•VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN - like Griffin, he also has a god complex, but this twink somehow managed to make Robert Walton fall head-over-heels in love with him two seconds of seeing him freezing to death in the Arctic, so there has to be SOMETHING there.

•THE TIME TRAVELLER - he seems like a really sweet, passionate guy. He’d definitely ramble to you about his time machine. My only qualm is that we hardly see him interact with people (at least, people in this stage of evolution).

•JOHN WATSON - he’s kind, he’s supportive, he’s a badass, he’s canonically good-looking and charming (a feature that Holmes uses to their advantage multiple times in the stories), and he’s a doctor. He’s perfect.

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katsuyuswritings · 11 months

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Hi~

I was wondering if you could do a little hurt/comfort/fluff with Neuvillette and GN or Male Reader (preferably Gender-Neutral thou)

The scenario is something like Reader got attack and was seriously injury and was bedridden because of the injuries.

Neuvillette heard the news on what happened to Reader and vow to put the person who harm Reader in a dreadful trial before punishing them, after that Neuvillette comforting Reader while they recover

(hope it isn't confusing)

Beloved Scars | Neuvillette x GN!Reader (comfort/fluff)

kei: oh no 😔 our poor reader got hurt 😭 no like cuz I actually feel bad what the fuc

warnings: SFW, mentions of scars and injuries, reader gets attacked, law stuff ykyk, trials at court

There you are, at court, filing the case of your injuries because you got attacked a few days ago. The trial was ongoing, judges and the jury were there as well as the prosecutor and more. You were sitting at one of the desks in the court, listening to the victim's pursuits. Acquaintances, strangers, friends, they all don't matter here. The law is the law.

You were stressing over all this, as you were mindlessly thinking over everything, the question still tingles. 'Which one of them were on your side?' You were clearly losing this case.

The defendant specialist clearly said that their defense is greater enough to consume the prosecutor's argument. The criminal didn't confess, so that goes as another load of files to sign. Luckily, you had one of the best lawyers around. Yanfei, your childhood friend. The trial goes on, then suddenly a brief call of "OBJECTION!" Made the court go silent. "(Reader) didn't have any proof alongside the situation!" You shook on your seat, as of time another loud 'OBJECTION' silenced everything. "(Reader)'s scars are visible as of now. All we need is the camera piece!" You were panicking. "Silence!" Neuvillette, the judge, said out loud. "Please avoid arguing inside court walls." He finished the sentence, you just know your boyfriend has your side.

Soon it was Yanfei's turn. You offered Yanfei the camera piece as she walked over to the questioning table. "Tell me, sir, are you aware that (Y/N) (L/N)'s case has been verified by the judge? Take a look at the video presented." Yanfei said, sternly. As the video played, there was none other than you and the man who attacked you a few days ago. That guy was visibly going insane, actively denying it. "That's not me! You don't have the right to play that video as of now!" He screamed in his seat, standing up. "You have the right to remain silent." Yanfei said as she looks at him strictly. The court room was overjoyed, filled with happiness as they clapped.

After court, you smiled peacefully as Neuvillette accompanied you to your shared house. "Are you okay, love?" He asks, holding your hand as you make it to the door. You look at him, smiling. "I'm great, love." "Do you need extra care?" He looks at you with worry, "No," You said briefly before taking your keys as Neuvillette took you inside and closed the door behind you. "Thank you so much for accompanying me in that court room. It made me feel so nervous whenever someone enlarges their voice." "It's just my job to make you happy." He hugs you as you feel his chest, happily being together after being apart for 3 days.

Neuvillette x us real

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jmnxjmnx · 2 years

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Here's an unpopular opinion.

I have seen so many fans getting head over heels towards Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham's chemistry in the forest. Even the Duffers admitted to regret killing her and so on and so forth. Don't take me wrong, but y'all just be exaggerating a bit.

I love Chrissy from the second she appeared as a cheerleader blowing a kiss to her *actual* boyfriend, basketball team captain Jason. She has this warm smile that is able to melt anyone, not gonna lie, plus the actress is gorgeous! Of course she deserved to be alive. The show indeed showed us how bad her life actually was and how this affected her mind until it became pathetically weak for Vecna to reach it out. But that's a whole other point. Then we got awesome, cute, hot Eddie, a metalhead and a freak who has repeat three times his senior year. Let's be honest: Eddie is an adult who really couldn't care less about his future (of course he does, but let's talk about how the show is portraying him AT the moment and not about how US, the fans, see him). Eddie is a fucking dealer, therefore, a criminal. In whatever country you go, this action is illegal, even more if you are dealing to a MINOR.

Chrissy, already said, had a boyfriend. There's not so much insight on her relationship with Jason but for what we could see, they were romantic with each other, although it kinda made it pretty clear that she has never opened up to anyone but Eddie. She didn't trust her boyfriend her problems or her visions (at least until what the series has showed us, maybe in the Vol. 2 this could be another whole thing and maybe Jason did know about her suffering and her eating disorders problems, but personally and as how he describes her as a "good, perfect girl", I highly doubt he knew something). She talks to Eddie because she knows he's a dealer and maybe he has something to help her. Here's my point, there's nothing special about the two of them talking in the woods and y'all being so weird. Here's why:

She reaches to Eddie because of drugs, not because she feels something towards him.

Eddie is thrilled to deal to her because he, just like Jason, knew the perfect side of Chrissy, nothing more than that and has never been in love with her or anything similar to it.

Both of them thought the worst of themselves, clarifying the "terrifying, scary" and "mean" adjectives. Negative ones.

She barely remembered him from previous years and he just remember talking to her ONCE, then, for him, she has just been the Hawkins High School Queen. Nothing more.

Again, the age. Is not my shit honestly because I LOOOOOVE older guys, so is not to judge. This point is more about how he is a criminal who probably has 20-21 years old and is selling/trying to sell drugs to youngsters who, like Chrissy, had trouble to stay mentally healthy. (I know this is an 80s based show, and mental health at that time wasn't really the trending topic of the decade, but y'all need to see how wrong is to ship them).

Chrissy needed someone to talk to. She needed advices. She didn't need drugs. When she talks to Eddie, both of them just shared their surprise to find out that they can actually hang out and how wrong their thoughts of each other were. And the only part that Eddie responded to her question, was a vague response with a brutal topic change.

Eddie just wants to sell her drugs, that's all he wants. He even lowered the price to her because flattering works with him. He wasn't really interested in her at all more than just having a client. And no, inviting her to watch his band isn't something really meaningful nor special, doesn't mean love is in the air.

Chrissy also wasn't interested in Eddie at all. She was just interested in having something stronger so that she could deal with her pain. Thats it. If she left Jason waiting for her in his party was because she was holding into the tiniest hope of keeping her status as the good, perfect girl, and it happened that Eddie "had" what she thought she "needed".

I love all the FanArt created towards them, and as a viewer I loved their chemistry as well. I would love to think that both Joe and Grace became really good friends after their shoots together because they could have really become a wonderful couple in the series. They had way more chemistry in 5 minutes than what Nancy and Jonathan had these four seasons (and to think that Natalia and Charlie are even dating for 6 years now).

But when you look at the signs and at that special scene again, and again, it just made it clear that definitely Eddie and Chrissy were never meant to be, not even as friends, how important was her death to happen and how damned damaged y'all are to be shipping a dealer with a minor just because "they had chemistry". I mean I ship them too but RED FLAGS ARE THERE, WAKE UP PEOPLE.

And the worst part of all of this shit, is that Eddie will always remember Chrissy in a disgusting memory of herself at his trailer roof with no eyes and all broken bones. And also, that I can't sleep, that's really a bad side.

Honestly I would have loved them to date but life's hard, and besides that would have been soooo fucking cliché: "the weirdo metalhead freak dates the Queen Bee", or whatever adjective people from the 80s used to describe the typical blond popular girls. I'm glad the Duffers gave us a hint of what their relationship could have been like and then killed her off as if there's no tomorrow.

So this is my unpopular opinion. Now I'll be back onto reading fanfics about Eddie because irl, I couldn't love him more and more now that he's single huh.

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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Hi there! I wanted to do a request for the Gojo!reader fic. Here it is: The port mafia decided to go to a summer festival just to relax, and being the good boyfriend that he is, Chuuya invites Gojou. How would he react to seeing his beloved dolled up in a yukata for the first time? And will he have to deal with any guys trying to flirt with her?

perfect — bsd x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ PAIRING(s): nakahara chuuya

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs and jujutsu kaisen, fluff/jealousy, chuuya being the best boyfriend

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: your loving boyfriend invites you to a summer festival that the port mafia was going at and sees you, his beloved, dolled up in a yukata for the very first time

before you read: hey there! in case you're new, this is a oneshot series bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader which means you have gojo's surname, six eyes, and cursed technique which is an ability for the sake of this fic. for more information please see the masterlist of the series.

although port mafia was an underground criminal organization, it wasn't all that bad, or so you'd like to think when nakahara chuuya called you while you were in tokyo for work under heiwa, your own organization.

"a summer festival there in yokohama?" you inquired, squeezing both of your cheeks in your free hand while holding the phone to your ear.

"y-yeah, you heard me, it's not a port mafia type of business. we're just going there to relax, but also because elise wants to go, and of course i'm inviting you along," chuuya replied, but on the other end of the phone back to him, he was a blushing red mess with ozaki and tachihara softly chuckling behind him.

"hmm, i see.. sounds cool..." you nodded quietly as you looked over at one of the higher-ups, gakuganji, who was watching you and the other younger heiwa ability users who were practicing in the distance.

chuuya, on the other hand, mistook your tone and almost panicked, "but you don't have to come over if you don't want to. you're probably busy there in tokyo with work!"

"eh? i didn't say anything like that," you exclaimed, puffing your cheeks up as you turned away from the idiot higher-up, "of course, i'm coming over, idiot. i just need to take care of something first," you narrowed your eyes for a second with your response to chuuya and whispered, "the higher-up here is fucking staring at me and my subordinates."

"ah, so that's why," chuuya sighed in relief before narrowing his eyes, "well, alright, i'll see you then and try not to gouge their eyes out, okay babe?" his last statement prompted tachihara to look at him strangely with wide eyes in shock.

you shook your head, softly chuckling a "yeah, yeah," when chuuya took your attention back to him, "and for another, [name]?" he asked.

"yes, chuuya?" you asked, adjusting your black round sunglasses and pushing them up against your nose.

"i'm looking forward to seeing you soon."

as a giggle escaped your lips, you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat. it just goes to show how much chuuya missed you. after all, it's been a long time since you returned to him in yokohama, at the penthouse you shared with him. the higher-ups were a pain in the ass, and you had kids to mentor and protect, especially this one who, like chuuya, is a vessel for a god.

"i miss you too."

a summer festival with chuuya sounded great.

fast forward to the days leading up to the actual summer festival, and ozaki koyo couldn't help but sigh and smile at how antsy chuuya had been all day preparing. chuuya was constantly asking her what to do with a significant other at summer festivals and if his expensive but fine yukata for the occasion looked okay. the boy she'd been watching over since he joined the port mafia had grown so much.

"chuuya, you're fine. calm down a little." koyo giggled quietly, covering her lips with the sleeve of her yukata.

"yeah! cut yourself some slack," tachihara agreed to koyo's words, "we're going to a summer festival, not work."

as tachihara spoke with the executive, akutagawa and his sister, gin, who were also dressed up for the occasion, remained idle.

"you heard tachihara," everyone turned their heads towards the port mafia boss, mori ougai, who was dressed in a black yukata for the occasion, while elise was dressed in a crimson red yukata that she seemed to dislike a lot, "all of us are going there to relax, so relax, chuuya-kun."

"he's having a little trouble relaxing because of you know who," koyou tilted her head, giggling again, but this time eliciting a small whine from chuuya.

"ane-san!" chuuya cried out with a faint blush spreading across his cheekbones.

"ah, that's right, ozaki. i almost forgot that gojo-chan's coming along with us as well. no wonder chuuya-kun can't sit still," mori said fondly to the ginger-headed mafioso, who was now scowling and turning his head away in embarrassment.

fast forward to the actual summer festival, and the port mafia has already chosen a location to watch the fireworks, thanks to elise's recommendation. everyone had already prepared the picnic, including the food and beverages, but you were still missing.

chuuya fumbled with his yukata, worried as to where you were. he knew you were coming, but he can't help but wonder if something unexpected came up at the last minute. did you have any work to do? were you dealing with the shitty higher-ups again? or perhaps you just didn't want to go? it was absolutely killing him.

just as chuuya was about to ring you a call on his phone, he heard your voice.

"chuuya!"

he and the rest of the port mafia turned their heads in your direction at that moment. chuuya had the impression that time had stopped and the world had frozen.

there you were, running up to him, dressed elegantly in a white and blue yukata that reminded him of your once snowflake-hair that you had dyed [color] and aquamarine six eyes that twinkled like stars in a dark, midnight sky. you even had your hair styled and makeup applied to your liking for the occasion.

in his eyes, you were a goddess. could you be the god of the skies himself, rather than just sugawara michizane's descendant? when you finally got to chuuya, panting slightly for air before smiling. in his eyes, you were even more stunning up close. he was at a loss for words.

"my, my, gojo-san, you look absolutely lovely," koyo stared at you fondly with a soft smile.

even elise couldn't agree more with chuuya and koyo, "you look like a princess—no, a queen!"

"damn, chuuya-san. you're onneee lucky man!" tachihara whistled before draping an arm around the ginger-haired mafioso who was stunned by you, "just look at gojo-san!"

"oh my, you guys flatter me too much. thank you," you said sweetly in response to their compliments.

chuuya looked around at the other port mafia subordinates who had joined them, as well as passers-by who were staring at you with adoration.

something within chuuya ignited as a result of this. he stomped towards you as soon as tachihara's arm was removed from around him. he then grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to his side, his hand possessively grasping your hip.

"stop looking at my girl," chuuya scoffed at tachihara and the other port mafia subordinates, who turned away and cleared their throats. as tachihara grinned at chuuya's growing jealousy, your eyes widened.

tachihara laughed, raising his hands in the air defensively, "relax, gojo-san's all yours."

while chuuya and tachihara bickered, you stepped away from chuuya for a moment and were approached by mori, the port mafia boss himself.

"mori-san! thank you for letting me come to your little get-together," you said with a smile.

"it's an honor to have you with us, gojo-chan," mori said respectfully, "your dear boyfriend was antsy all day waiting for you to come."

"really, mori-san?" you chuckled softly, glancing at chuuya, who had a faint blush across his cheekbones.

"huh, i don't know what they're talking about," chuuya said as he returned to your side and lightly squeezed your side, clearing his throat.

"ah, young love," mori sighed, shaking his head as he smiled at you and chuuya, "well, enjoy the summer festival. there are lots of booths over there and feel free to seperate from us if you two want some privacy, alright?"

"got it, boss," chuuya nodded curtly, slightly hovering his hat as a sign of respect as you thanked mori again, "thank you, mori-san."

as a result, you and chuuya separated from the port mafia and decided to explore the various booths and stalls in the festival's said location together. you couldn't help but chuckle as chuuya insisted on walking with you by the hip. he still has his arm around you, specifically around your waist.

"chuuya, i'm not going anywhere," you said, gently patting his hand on your side with a small giggle.

"sorry, but i'm not letting you go," chuuya's lips graced into a smile as he looked at you before slightly narrowing his eyes as he glanced at his and your surroundings—people were staring at you, specifically men—which he didn't like at all, "they're all staring at you."

and then he stammered, dismissively waving his free hand in the air, "but you look stunning, that's why people are staring, so let them stare baby, i'm protecting you either way, okay?"

you giggled at him, "okay, if you say so, chuuya."

you two tried a variety of delicious foods from booths and stalls such as takoyaki, taiyaki, and dango, and played a variety of games such as catching fish and shooting games. chuuya was genuinely impressed, far more so if possible.

even the staff couldn't believe it because even if the game was rigged, you still managed to win it, and chuuya loved the triumphant look on your face as you laughed together with their priceless reactions of surprise.

if only they knew how your lovely aquamarine eyes were so much more than just pretty.

chuuya was your personal bodyguard for the entire evening, and he couldn't believe it; some men had the audacity to flirt with you, his girl, while he was with you, and he found it a little annoying. because you were so stunning, some women were actually flirting with you too.

you, gojo [name], could have handled things in a matter of seconds. please, with your unrivaled six eyes and limitless ability, you could bring down an entire organization in a matter of seconds.

chuuya, on the other hand, will not let you fuss over them. chuuya wants you to sit still, look pretty, eat a lot of your favorite foods, and enjoy the rest of the night while he takes care of the rest. he can't bear the thought of his beloved darling wasting her breath and time on some people that aren't just worth it.

"i swear i'm going to roundhouse kick that motherfucker over there," chuuya grumbled, trying not to make a scene while you ate a mochi, "ugh, i'm sick of those damn idiots. who do they think they are?"

"hmm, well i say we should give them a show."

"hah? what do you mean by that?"

you leaned in towards chuuya, gently grabbing the fabric of his yukata to pull him to you. with that, you pressed your lips against chuuya, who was taken aback by the kiss and blushed profusely. you then drew back, looking at the men who had previously flirted with you, their mouths agape.

"this one's mine, boys," you said, your eyes narrowing slightly and your lips curving into a smirk.

you were a sly fox, to be sure, but a part of him reveled in it. chuuya loved being yours as much as he loved having you as his, and thankfully, that worked and those idiots left you and him alone.

finally, some peace and quiet, chuuya thought.

"now i have you all to myself, chuuya-kun," you said happily, sticking your tongue out as you struck a peace sign pose with three fingers at him, which chuuya found absolutely adorable and made his heart scream and short-circuit on the inside.

"i should be the one saying that," chuuya exclaimed, reaching out his hands to gently flick at your brow.

"whatever," you joked as you smiled at him, shrugging your shoulders.

chuuya sighed and smiled, softly laughing as he took your hand in his. he stared at you again as you two began to walk away to where you would be watching the fireworks. chuuya was a lucky man. an absolute goddess like you could have chosen someone else, but you chose him.

"what'cha looking at, mister?" you teased, raising your brow.

"just adoring my beautiful, beautiful [name]," he squeezed your hand, biting his lip as he eyed you up and down, "you're just so perfect. all dolled up like this too. i can't take my eyes off you."

"quoting song lyrics now, hmm?" you joked and wiggled your brows up and down, laughing.

"i'm being serious, [name]," chuuya huffed, pretending to be irritated.

"i know, darling, i know," you chuckled, "i'm just messing with you; i can't help myself."

"alright, alright. now, come on, let's hurry up before we miss the fireworks, and after that, we can go back to the penthouse and get some rest because i know you came all the way here from work," chuuya exclaimed.

"sounds more than good to me. it's perfect," you chuckled once more, "to be home with you."

chuuya leaned in closer this time, pressing his lips against your forehead then your lips to kiss you before pulling away and taking the two of you to where you'll be watching the fireworks.

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independent-variables · 1 month

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HHBK AU clones marry civilians or 17 Boyfriend? which one are you itching to share more?

hello!!!!

it's so funny you asked about these two because they actually have such similar vibes. both these fics deal with the complicated process of clones gaining legal citizenship after the war with the help of civil rights groups already active on coruscant.

'17's Boyfriend is fresh in my head so i shall delve into this one <3 basically this started as "nobody in canon is good enough for '17, i need to craft him the Ideal Man" and spiraled into Plot. basically the ideal man for '17 is a besalisk dude i have yet to name, he's in his early fifties and he used to be a bigshot criminal lawyer who specialized in defending senators. but then the war happened and he had a crisis of "am i the bad guy?" and changed tracks to working pro bono in the lower levels, defending gang members and doing some lobbying for better welfare stuff.

a year or so after the war has ended, various civil rights and clone rights groups are trying to get all these laws passed and they ask him to be a part of that because he has a lot of experience with the senate and works for free. '17 is also a part of his because he has his own "am i the bad guy?" breakdown after the war ended, and after a lifetime of enforcing these oppressive and abusive systems he and his siblings were created under he has dedicated himself to dismantling them.

so they meet, working on this. and this is like a ten year legal battle with ups and downs and i do not want to cover all of it but basically my new little guy falls head over heels in love with '17 at first glare and spends all of his time when he is not playing 5d chess with the senate trying to woo '17. '17 is not open to being wooed at this time. or any time. '17 does not deserve nice things. this goes on for literal years, but they do sort of become friends somewhere in there and many conversions happen regarding "we used to be the bad guys, can we ever really make up for that?"

i don't know if this will ever be finished but it is a joy and a pleasure to daydream about.

#i still need to name this guy i am so bad at names #cordelia answers asks #cordelia's writing

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jinzlers · 1 month

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dreamed I woke up and went “haha, obviously the dream I just had about an anime with a trans man romantic lead and an american adaptation set in the town I went to high school in was my brain giving me melatonin and going ‘is this serotonin’?” because the anime actually existed as a standard girl-meets-boy romcom

only now that I’ve *actually* woken up, no the anime doesn’t actually exist so now I’m sad I don’t get to watch/rewatch either of them because it sounded really cute

character one: short pink-haired trans dude (MY CITY NOW) who gives comically off-the-wall gifts (I will expand on this later), kinda shy/sweet/silly standard shoujo protagonist.

character two: taller dark-haired guy who keeps doing nice things for the other one since they’re both on their own. need a ride home? I was gonna pick up some fast food on the way, I’ll treat you too if you want. hey when you were pulling up directions to your place there was a notification, did you see it? oh it was from your mom and you don’t get along, I get it that’s too bad. your place has shared bathrooms so you’re uncomfortable taking showers there? homie my place has a huge tub, take those bubble baths you miss here anytime. and so on.

obviously they eventually fall in love, BUT ALSO

character three: a middle-aged (private?) detective/investigator (possibly a descendant of Ranpo lol) who is secretly keeping tabs on character two because his dad is a big-time criminal who left the country to evade capture. why is his son back and living on his own? what’s he up to???

anyway in the end pink-haired guy gets kidnapped (probably by someone who also knows about dark-haired guy’s dad), so the detective teams up with the boyfriend (having determined he has nothing to do with his dad’s criminal empire) to find him. he’d moved in upstairs (walk-up type place), and while he’d avoided the one he was monitoring up until now, naturally pink-haired guy had the right type of protagonist powers to run into him his very first time visiting.

to prove he’s a friend, the detective admits the pink-haired guy kept asking him for advice on thank you gifts. he kept suggesting funky old-fashioned stuff because he’s *that* kind of dude, so: suggests a (paper) umbrella, kid gives friend a bright yellow travel umbrella. suggests a (folding) fan, kid gives friend an electronic hand fan. so the gifts have been double weird the whole time even as they gradually turned into “gifts for a guy I like”. (and obviously boyfriend was always sincerely like “thanks I love it”.)

anyway they save the guy and happily ever after etc., I gotta shower and not plan this as a webcomic now lol

#whatever my silly dreams tag is

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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Koi to Dangan - By Mino Nozomi (8/10)

I think this one has a pretty big cult following. There's a live action Japanese drama series based on it! The cover art for this looks nice, and the leading man is attractive, but beware. Our female lead suffers from my-eyes-are-so-huge-they-look-alien syndrome. No one else has the huge shoujo eyes, so she kinda stands out in a bad way.

Welcome to the world of Koi to Dangan! It's an unrealistic fantasy land where Yakuza gangsters deeply respect women. Oya, a thirty five year old gang leader, never lets women get involved in his battles. He safely escorts the poor things away from gunfights that he causes. He's a hero. He's a level ten woman respecter. Yes there's some old timey sexism in this. Yes there's a huge age gap in this. Yes, half the chapters are sex scenes. Hear me out. Oya is a yandere. He admits it. He literally says he's "dominant and possessive".

Oya has been in relationships before. Duh. He's thirty five, but he quickly falls in love with a twenty year old college student. He seduces her with great sex, money, and his soft side. Before you keep reading beware. Some of the lines in this are painfully awkward. It's not unreadable though, because the drama is dramatic.

Shit happens in this.

Nobody stands around doing nothing.

This is Yuri. She's a college student. She played lots of sports in high school and she's pretty strong, even though she's skinny. Everybody says she looks like a model. She doesn't date. She wants her man to love her for who she is. She doesn't want to be treated like a trophy.

So later she becomes a housewife of course.

Oya is actually pretty good boyfriend material. He develops feelings for Yuri after she beats up a group of perverts with a chair. He saves her. His manliness attracts her, and they become a couple after she watches him get shot. When she sees him bleed she knows she cares for him. She can't resist him, even though she knows he's dangerous.

Oya isn't just a killer. He's smart. When Yuri gets kidnapped by this awful rapey Russian guy he plans ahead. He uses Russian guy's narcissism to defeat him. Sidenote there's alot of weird fetish stuff in this story. Yuri is in lingerie in every other chapter. I honestly think the male character designs in this are nice. The older women also look nice. Yuri, specifically, looks like a toothpick alien. The way she's designed kinda ruins the scenes she's in. Anyway every man she meets is horny for her, and Oya has to fight them off.

There's a honeymoon arc. We find out that both sides of this couple are pretty damn toxic. They don't need anyone else. They only need each other. Yuri lies to everyone in her life. She says she's not dating anyone, but she moves in with Oya. Her parents don't even know she's dating him. Oyas family also tries to break them up, but it doesn't work.

There are three entire chapters dedicated to an extreme biting fetish/sex stuff. Oya says he wants to see Yuri covered in his marks. She wants the same thing. They spend like an entire day biting each other. It's disgusting, but hey it made me pay attention and erotic mangas are boring 99% of the time.

After the honeymoon there's an Evil Sexy Older Woman arc. Choko has been madly in love with Oya for five years. She decides to use Yuri to get close to him. Unfortunately she's crazy so she goes too far. She wants to hurt Yuri. She comes up with a complicated plan to get Oya's attention, and she buys some rapists to use on Yuri. It's pretty fucked up. The rape almost actually happens, but Yuri isn't completely brain dead. She noticed that Choko is weird, so she calls Oya for help. When Choko lures her out ten bodyguards are waiting in the shadows.

Choko is defeated and out of the way in three chapters.

This is Jin. He's a young hot police officer. He's Yuri's childhood friend, and he's madly in love with her. He's not a moron, so he knows Yuri is dating a criminal. He says he'll marry her and take care of her instead. By the way Yuri has like no dreams and she's shit at everything besides sports and being pretty. She was like...created to be a pretty stay at home wife. That gets super grating.

Jin steals Yuri.

This happens.

Bye.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #manga review #Koi to Dangan

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Save the Date

Synopsis: Heatwave and Heavy Metalikka cordially request demand the pleasure of your company at their wedding ceremony on November 9th at 1:40 P.M.

Be there...or else.

For @calciumcryptid since I said I would write about the HeavyHeat wedding (and as an apology for spamming your inbox)

"How ya feeling, Mick?"

"Ten feet tall, Len."

Mick smiled at himself in the mirror. Wearing a nice black suit surrounded by flames, his signature heat gun tucked away in his holster. Even though today was a joyous day, Mick had to remind everyone he was still a rogue.

"I'm proud of ya. You found you a pretty lady and now yer gonna marry her." Len put his hand on the taller man's shoulder. Despite their occasional fighting, Len was happy for his fellow criminal.

If someone told Roxy that she'd be feeling like a schoolgirl on her first date during her wedding day, she'd looked at them crazy.

Irina snapped a picture while Lisa did some retouches on Roxy's makeup. None of it got too messed up since they just came back from running a little "errand".

"Save some for the actual ceremony, Rina," Lisa giggled.

"Sorry it's just...I never thought I'd see the day." Irina set her camera down to adjust Roxy's veil. She was the first between the Bad Girls, her and Roxy's group, to be married. Why wouldn't she be overjoyed that her best friend was getting married?

"Me neither. Took a while but I'm here," Roxy gloated. She had boyfriends and fiances in the past but those didn't end up making it to an altar. Not that she needed to fret about getting married at her age; lots of women did.

Finally it was time for the reception. Nobody was surprised to see that Wally was the one officiating the future Rorys nuptials. It was a favor for Hartley. Everyone stood as they awaited the bride's entrance.

Mick felt like a kid in a candy store. Roxy was everything he wanted in a woman: fiery, villainous, brash. Things may have started out with her trying to kill him (because she thought he was a skinhead or undercover cop) but now they were almost inseparable.

"Where's Lisa and Irina?" Mark asked.

Sure enough, those two came strolling through the door with the biggest surprise yet: Barry Allen tied down to a rolling chair.

"Holy-! Is that Flash?"

"Yep! He's the guest of honor!"

Everyone laughed then quieted down when the music played. All eyes were on Roxy who walked through the doors, arm locked with her father and guitar slung across her back.

Mick teared up seeing his soon to be wife. She looked absolutely stunning. "So damn gorgeous." He wiped his tears. As for Roxy, her heart skipped a beat seeing her eventual husband in his suit.

The two held hands as Wally read out his script. Mick was too caught up in Roxy's beauty to notice she was wearing the jewelry he stole for her.

"Welcome, everyone. We are gathered here today to join Heatwave and Heavy Metalikka in holy matrimony. The rings please?"

Mick exchanged rings and vows first.

"Firecracker, you changed my life in ways I never thought of. Before you, I thought my only love was fire. Then you came here, on that day we first met, and proved me wrong. I'll admit I stood no chance the moment I saw you swing that guitar and take down all those cops without any help. You are the queen whom I wholly devote myself to."

Roxy teared up. "All my life, I've always felt that if I liked a guy, I'd pursue him the same way he would me. That was, until I met you. Mickey, you were so relentless in your pursuit of me that it threw me off at times. You never stopped trying to win my love or my heart. And for that I love you and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Cheers and applaused erupted when the couple kissed. Money was thrown as Roxy and Mick walked down the aisle together.

Everyone was on their best behavior up until Roxy's parents left. Roxy made sure they didn't leave anything behind so the real debauchery could begin while Irina made sure they left for good. Once the coast was clear, Roxy gave Mick the signal.

"Alright! Let's get drunk!"

The rest of the night was full of heavy metal, drinking, and tormenting Barry by using him for their party games. It felt more like a college party than a wedding. Maybe that was the intention since many of the rogues didn't or couldn't go. Roxy changed into a more promiscuous outfit that included a red tulle skirt and fishnets that had Mick blushing seeing her in it.

"Ready?" Roxy held the bouquet ready to throw.

"Do it, girl!" Lisa cheered.

Soon as the flowers (which were fire lilies) went up in the air, Mick set fire to them. Some rogues moved to get as much ash on them as possible in the hopes of being the next to get married.

Afterwards Roxy and Hartley put on the concert. Surprisingly her guitar and his flute went together perfectly. Who needed to hire a band when the two most musical rogues were the band? Special guests were Hartley's many rats.

"Drink, drink, drink!"

Mick poured some beer on Roxy's stomach. At the right amount he drank it right off her. His wife smiled the whole time, cheering when he drank it all. Of course she got the chance to do the same to him and was rewarded with a kiss until her teeth ached.

"Don't get too drunk, Mickey. We still need to get to our wedding gifts." Roxy rested her head on his shoulder. His body was warm--great for the cold Midwestern November. "And we still have our wedding night."

"Those are my second and third favorite parts." Mick cupped her chin and gave her another kiss before announcing it was time for the gifts. Unsurprisingly Len was up first.

"Congrats, you two. And Roxy, welcome to the rogues." He set a small box with a red ribbon in front of them. Inside were a set of matching lighters.

"Lenny, this is perfect!" Mick tested the lighters out by lighting cigarettes for him and his wife. Everyone else's gifts were just as good; ranging from a new grill (gifted by Sam) to a whole motorcycle (from Irina).

Lisa handed Roxy a check; same way Roxy used to do when she was living with the former skater. "Here. Consider it your dowry."

Roxy smiled and gave her the biggest hug. "It'll be good use for me and Mickey's honeymoon."

"Speaking of which, where you two going? Is Mick still keeping it a surprise?"

"He is but I have a feeling I know where," Roxy whispered. "Sandals resort."

Lisa nodded, impressed at the location Mick picked. Knowing him, though, he'd probably just stay on the beach while Roxy got in the water.

Latet that night, Roxy and Mick settled down after an exciting day. Despite their plans of a more romantic way to wind down the evening together, they decided to wait until they got to the resort.

"Had fun, firecracker?" Mick asked, running his hand up Roxy's side.

"Hell yeah I did. It's gonna be even more fun during our honeymoon. Speaking of which, you got that grilling hat packed?"

"You know it. Tomorrow I'll wear it just for you."

Roxy felt like a lovesick schoolgirl. Was this the married woman feeling her mom described?

"G'night, Roxanne. I love you."

"I love you too, Mick."

#;oneshot

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galaxythreads · 11 months

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All your ideas for fics are like, genius. You are insanely creative. I wanna be able to write like you some day, but I never have any ideas. Is there anything you do to figure out your ideas? Like taking some stuff from other fics or just spending a lot of time thinking or something? Or do the ideas just pop into your mind?

Great question! Thanks for asking, and the compliment. It's very sweet. <3

I remember being roadblocked by this a lot when I first got started, too, so you're not weird. This is pretty normal from what I've seen.

Here's where I get my ideas most of the time:

Reading fics in and out of the fandom (Right now, it's really, really rare for me to read MCU fics that aren't for Tony and Peter.)

Watching TV/movies

reading books

tumblr posts

my headcanons

music

That fic idea that blows up that everyone does 200 times

Not being able to find the fic I want to read (this is pretty rare though)

Want to see a character destroyed

Re-watching something and then being annoyed the actual writers didn't address this THING

I really, really enjoy the challenge of writing a fic that everyone has done 300 times and then doing it different. I have read so many fics where Aunt May has an abusive boyfriend to Peter. Like so many. And then I got done with that and I was like "you know what? Tony punched the abusive guy and that was like. It. Peter was fine? What happens after." And then I wrote Vertigo and Not One for Chocolate Anymore.

Then we have You Screamed for So Long I Forgot To Care Anymore. Pretty much every fic in existence about Loki and the Avengers, there's always this big section about Loki explaining to the Avengers about how he was mind controlled and I was like. Wait. What if the Avengers had to explain that to Loki?

Taking a fandom trope and then twisting it enough so you can still recognize the trope for what it is is one of my favorite things. Everyone loves reading tropes, okay? Everyone. But one of the most enjoyable things is a fresh take on the trope. I had never seen anyone do that before.

Sometimes I get requests, though not as much recently. (I used to get them every couple of weeks. I don't think I've actually accepted a fic request since the Blodig Skog.)

Here's an ask where I answered how my writing process works

Here's an ask where I talk about how to stay motivated

I kept trying to find a post where I talked about how I plan, but it's gone, so. Sorry. lmao. XD It's somewhere on my blog.

Basically. I just kind of keep an eye out for ideas all the time and then I write them down. I may use them tomorrow or never, but I keep a document all the same.

Here's some ideas from my planning doc:

^ me being annoyed they didn't address that Diana, for as much as she loves Spencer, was extremely neglectful to him in Criminal Minds. Also that scene in s12 where she hit him, Spencer reacted like it wasn't the first time. He barely seemed to think about it. Why? Diana has probably hit him before. <- Headcanon, + me being annoyed with canon.

^ had this one for years. Never done anything. This fic would actually massively deconstruction of Loki and Thor's relationship and I have a feeling that @thot-son-of-odin would kill for it. XD Writers didn't address something, so I'm annoyed + the fic I want to read.

See look, I have another summery of that fic later in the doc:

^I think about this a lot.

^ subverting fandom tropes, tumblr, + personal headcanons about Frigga. Basis of YSFSLWFTCA.

^subverting fandom trope. The time travel fics always go back and fix everything. I want to destroy Thor. This fic would not be happy. It would do nothing BUT destroy Thor.

^ this is for ML, but Marinette is usually cursed with bad luck in fics and it annoys me. I need Adrien to get destroyed. Every bad thing that could happen to him, should. Subverting fandom tropes. Not being able to find the fic I want to read. Also based off the original basis for ML which is that the ring would curse Adrien with bad luck and he couldn't remove it, but the only way it would be reversed is if Marinette gave him a kiss.

As you can see, the ideas are usually really simple. They're kind of supposed to be? I think writing is at its best when it's simple. If it's getting too complicated to follow, you enjoy it a lot less. Sorry. long answer. Um. Okay.

I get my ideas from interacting with the fandom on all fronts. I've kind of learned to see everything in life as a creative opportunity. Did this answer your question? You can say no, that's fine. Please come bother me again, always, I'll try to wander less. And also, my DMs are always open if you want someone to throw ideas at and plot with.

#writing questions #my writing #anon answered #one time I wrote a fic because I learned straitjackets can destroy your arms #and I was like oh! perfect! we're putting sherlock in a straitjacket then #writers are so weird

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Do you have any good crimes headcannons that didn't make it into cannon? Those characters make me so soft <3

-🍂

hmmmmm that’s a Great question actually?? I think I’ve given tons of head canons that will probably never see the light of day in canon (it’s all under the #goodcrimeswithmumscarian tag) but let’s see… anything recent…. I guess recently !! we have the development of jimmy and tango!

so for this I need to give some flower husbands background, which I can do now that jimmy’s backstory is out :3

so !! when jimmy got out of the listeners, he was very firm in like. “I want nothing to do with that life, I want to be normal.” (it caused a small fight with martyn at the time, but they made up eventually). so jimmy goes out to drinks with his sister lizzie and her husband joel, where he meets scott. he n scott hit it off p well and they start dating.

scott hides his criminal activities from jimmy in an attempt to protect him. he knows jimmy doesn’t want anything to do with that kind of life, so he tries to protect him. except it kind of backfires.

2-3 years into their relationship, jimmy gets a call from martyn. he’s calling about grian, says he found someone who might have some info. jim agrees to the meeting and oops — he walks in only to see scott is the guy with the info.

which causes a fight bad enough that they go on a break. jimmy moves out for a bit (he moves in with pearl ;3) to think about his and scott’s relationship.

and this is kinda where tango first comes in. he meets jimmy at a bar, offers to get him a drink. they talk and tango gently pushes jimmy to talk to scott. “you’re obviously still in love with the guy. go on and talk to him. hear him out.”

boom, flower husbands make up. time skip to like. a few years later, jimmy and tango are still best friends. and they’re hanging out when jimmy says smth that makes tango laugh really hard. and jimmy has an “oh fuck” moment.

to which he nearly sobs at scott, promising he still loves him and would never cheat on him and “my heart is just being a traitor!”

and scott, lovely scott, who is trying very hard not to laugh, “jim. jimmy. you’re poly.”

“I’M WOT????”

“you know how scar has two boyfriends? it’s like that.”

“>:0 — I CAN DO THAT??”

so yeah. I don’t think it’ll ever get into canon but jimmy asked tango out (with scott’s green light ofc) and now he has two boyfriends and he’ll happily chat your ear off about them both <3 (martyn and grian are his constant victims)

#mochi speaks #goodcrimeswithmumscarian au #solidango #solidaritek #trafficshipping #🍂 anon

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hiya! feel free to ignore this but if you have time, do you have a list of all the things you've watched that have con o'neill in them?

i don't actually have a list but for you, anon, anything (and as close to chronological order as i can get)

cucumber (2015) - con appears in episodes 1, 2, 5, 7 and 8

our flag means death (2022-) - con appears in episodes 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9 and 10

telstar (2008) - this one is really distressing towards the end but it has a lot of con kissing and being in bed with a pretty boy

uncle (2014-2017) - con appears throughout the series and i cannot overstate my love for it as a whole even beyond val, as iconic as he is

the batman (2022) - not enough con, but his american accent was really bad in the movie and that was really fun for me

banana (2015) - he was in one episode of this and it wasn't enough but he also was really pretty in it sooo

midsomer murders: schooled in murder (2013) - i didn't finish this episode. but a woman was murdered by a wheel of cheese to the head and con was there so if that's at all interesting to you.

inspector lewis: fearful symmetry (2012) - i didn't finish this one either because this character made me so angry but he plays a researcher who is studying chimps or something and is possibly involved in a bdsm-style murder (it really sounds more interesting that it is)

criminal justice (2008) - features in every episode as ralph stone, a solicitor attempting to get a guy out of a murder charge he isn't sure he committed (also ben whishaw is in it if you like ben whishaw)

happy valley (2016-2022) - fully admitting i did not watch more than an episode of this one but con was there and he seemed very sweet, but he could also potentially be a murderer (or he is just the boyfriend of the lead's sister)

chernobyl (2019) - appears in three episodes (1, 2 and 5), has a perm, is kinda a shitty guy

bedrooms and hallways (1998) - earliest con project i have watched, has a bit of biphobia directed at the lead towards the end, but con is absolutely glorious in it and his character got a very happy ending

and that's all i think i've seen so far, i could definitely be missing one or two things i saw but just cannot remember, but i think this is everything! i'll probably start moving into the earlier projects now because i need to see dancin thru the dark

#asks #con o'neill #i love when i just get to go on abt all the things i've seen from certain actors lol #bc when i am fixated i absolutely try to watch everything that they're in #and on that note i'm getting bedrooms and hallways on dvd i did like it quite a lot #and now i'll have easy access to naked sauna con whenever i please

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wisheduponastar · 8 months

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Heists & identities (M/M, 2.1k words)

For Day 4 of @oumamiweek's Oumami week. This work was inspired by the prompt : Weight of the world / Partners in crime

Kokichi, Rantaro, and Kaito are detectives. Every so often and interesting case happens to appear - and now they have one involving a mysterious phantom thief.

No TWs apply

“So he calls himself,” Rantaro flipped over the dossier of folders again, “A phantom thief?”

“It’s certainly pretentious.” Kaito chimed in, “I mean, leaving notes at the crime scene? What kinda thief does that? It’s like they’re trying to get caught.” “I dunno, I think it’s pretty clever,” Kokichi spoke up from the corner of the room, still looking at the criminal’s facial composite, “Also ew, who’s making these composites?”

Rantaro looked over at them, he thought they were pretty decent. Considering they had practically no eye-witnesses (someone who was on the other side of the road allegedly saw them) and had to use the details of the break in to build a profile. “Our usual guy… what’s wrong with them?”

“They- look,” Kokichi squinted at one again, then brandished it, “They’ve given him a mullet. It’s almost as bad as Kaito’s hair!”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nishsishi, what isn’t wrong with your-” “-Kaito, Kokichi,” Rantaro interrupted, “We’re detectives. Solving a case, leave this ‘till we’re off work, please?”

Moving into a more normal sitting position, Kokichi set aside the photos and began to reach for the evidence case, “Only cause you said please, y’know.” “Yeah, our bad Rantaro,” Kaito apologised, “Geez, I’m no good at thievery cases.”

“Don’t beat yourself up too much Kaito, you’re still one of the best detectives here,” Rantaro smiled, “They wouldn’t give this case to just anyone.” “Yeah, they gave it to Shuichi.” Kaito voiced the concern Rantaro had, “He’s our best detective, and he dropped the case, he dropped it!”

Kokichi looked up at this, “Well, our beloved Saihara is wanted a lot, y’know. They’ve probably sighed him over to a murder case or something boring.”

“I think he got my case,” Rantaro said, “Shouldn’t be too hard, it was pretty clear. He mainly needs to sort out the official stuff.”

“Oh, your murder one?” Kokichi lit up, “Y’know, I just finished a murder case too - want to know what the creepiest thing about it was?”

Kaito scoffed slightly, “No.”

“Awww, c’mon.” “Still no dude.”

“But it’s suuuuuper creepy,” Kokichi had spun his chair towards Kaito now, coming steadily closer, “C’mon!”

“Fine,” Rantaro broke the stalemate, “What was it, Kokichi?”

“My Rantaro cares about me!” Kokichi briefly stopped staring at Kaito to throw his boyfriend a grin, “Ok. The creepiest thing was the murder’s looks. He had a goatee!”

So used to it by now, Kaito didn’t even respond, instead flicking over the evidence and staring hard at it. Kokichi kept the eye-contact for a beat longer before also going back to his work, trying to figure out where the thief would strike next. The three worked in harmony for a while, only stopping to briefly check something with a team member or going to get something to eat. Kokichi had, rather impressively, avoided any coffee so far - although he was steadily eating an entire packet of sweets. Grape flavoured ones, of course. Rantaro still had yet to work out if his boyfriend actually liked them, or if he chose them because no-one else liked them. Both were equally as likely.

But as he pulled the case files over, Rantaro couldn’t help his mind wondering. First of all, his mind went to his boyfriend - sitting in front of him while carefully analysing his case-files, concentrating and writing rapidly, not even looking up in conversation. Then his mind went to the phantom thief, the one who was too good - potentially too good for Shuichi. The best detective here had given up the case, but why? Surely it couldn’t be because of difficulty, but if it wasn’t difficult… personal reasons? Who would he care enough about to lie for?

Eventually, Rantaro stood up - signalling everyone to stop. Kaito gave a relieved grimace as he rolled his shoulders, while Kokichi smiled as he stood up, graceful as ever. Swinging his arms slightly, Kokichi looked to Rantaro, throwing a case file his way, “Here you go, places our thief is likely to strike next. Can I get a thank you kiss?”

Kaito rolled his eyes slightly, “I’ll send you a summary of my work, you can kiss once I’ve gone.”

Watching as he left, Kokichi called after him, “You don’t want to stay and watch?”

Not bothering to dignify that with a response, Kaito continued to walk out; although Rantaro guiltily chuckled. Moving over to Kokichi, he wrapped his arms around him, “Am I meeting you tonight?”

“I wish,” Kokichi said, and Rantaro could feel his pout, “I already promised my night to something else.”

“Did you have to make it sound like that?”

“Sound like what?” Kokichi looked innocent, but his eyes were sparkling in enjoyment,”Nee-heehee, you have such a dirty mind Rantaro!”

“Sure,” Rantaro flicked Kokichi over the head, “Just don’t come home too late.” “Says you,” Kokichi looked at the schedule, “You’ve got duty today, watching one of our thief’s potential crime scenes.”

“My choice?”

“Yup! Which one are you hanging out in?”

“I’ll look over your file,” Rantaro picked it up, weighing it in his hands, “I love you!”

“Awww, love you too!”

Rantaro’s night didn’t end up being that interesting, all in all, he got home late - before immediately going to bed. Frowning slightly when he realised Kokichi wasn’t there yet, but not worried; sometimes his boyfriend would have late nights. He didn’t exactly control what was happening. Morning routines were also mainly the same as normal, Rantaro woke up slightly earlier than Kokichi and began making breakfast - laughing as his boyfriend trudged into the kitchen.

But there was something bright and fun in Kokichi’s eyes, and a hint of excitement as he hugged Rantrao before stealing the coffee. Kokichi was an intolerable coffee thief, made even worse by the fact he drank his coffee with excessive milk and sugar - just so no-one else would touch it. Although something in Rantaro admired the level of pettiness. Wriggling out of a hug Rantaro tried to trap him in, Kokichi sat down with a smile, “Good morning!”

“I’m glad to see you’re awake,” Rantaro said dryly, looking pointedly at the cup of coffee, “You could probably give the phantom thief a run for his money, y’know?”

“Ooooh, really?” Kokichi grinned, “I’m much better than him.”

“Obviously.” Rantaro said it quickly, but it was still genuine - an easy transition into the rest of their morning conversations.

The drive to work was easy enough, like it normally was, and overall pretty pleasant. As they were about to go through the door, Rantaro turned on his phone (he didn’t like to suddenly have notifications in the morning) and winced at the noise. Turning to Kokichi, he asked, “Hey, what did I miss?”

“Hm?” Kokichi looked up, and then his eyes lit up in understanding, “Oh - you mean the notifications? Our thief robbed a jewellery store, one of the faaancy ones.”

“Seriously?” Rantaro tried to run through the different locations Kokichi had given him, mentally thinking of which ones would cause a stir or which ones wouldn’t. “Tasaki?”

“Nope, Mikimoto.”

Containing the urge to swear under his breath, Rantaro instead swallowed before keeping walking, “Well, they have good security. I’m sure they’ll have captured something.”

Looking over the video evidence, they had found almost nothing. Only one camera had captured any of the events - a central one that seemed to be deliberately kept on. A figure dressed in formal white mens clothing, he even had a suit on, wore a mask as he stared at the camera and then bowed. The buttons on his suit were a darker purple, one that stood out but matched his hair - which was gelled completely upwards and sideways with spikes. An irony that Kokichi certainly didn’t fail to point out as he laughed at Kaito.

“So, the facial composite has been updated,” their chief finished saying, “And it’s Mikimoto that got broken into.”

“Mikimoto, seriously?” Kaito exclaimed, “Geez, this guy’s got balls.”

“Appropriate words in the workplace, Kaito,” Rantaro chided gently, before glaring as Kokichi immediately copied his words. “You too, ‘Kichi.”

“I’ll leave you to your work, we need to find them soon.”

This time, Kokichi waited until the person he was mocking was out of the room to mock him, “‘We need to find them soon’ - what else does he think you’ve been working on?”

“We’ve been working on,” Rantaro corrected, “I still think what we were doing works, so let’s keep the roles we were doing.”

“You got it, boss!” Kokichi put on slightly over-the-top enthusiasm, but as he sat cross-legged in the chair he certainly was dedicated. Doing mostly the same routine, the three worked together again - although it was slightly less silent than before. Ideas were thrown around this time, and Kokichi continued to find the phantom thief’s hair hilarious. Kokichi also developed a game where he would leave to get coffee/take something out of his secret sweet stash and put a picture of the culprit on Kaito’s hair - carefully balanced. It had been funny the first time and now, on the sixth try, it was still amusing.

The night began the same too, although now Rantaro was in a different location. Thankfully a second detective had been brought along with him - Kaito. Kokichi would’ve joined them, but he had another outing; it was fair enough as Kokichi had probably contributed the most to their dossier. He could always get inside the mind of the culprit, and it was honestly impressive. Just one more thing that made Rantaro more proud of his boyfriend. Smiling, he began to daydream before-

“Hey Rantaro, did you hear that?” Kaito’s whisper cut across them suddenly, his eyes wide in both nerves and determination.

“Hear what?” Rantaro asked sheepishly.

“There was a noise,” Kaito insisted, “Look - the camera’s are off!”

Following his gaze, Rantaro felt determination solidify. “You go to the jewellery room, I’ll go to the exit?”

“Sounds good!”

With surprisingly light footsteps, Kaito sped away to the main (and more expensive) rooms, while Rantaro began to go to the doors - moving quickly while also trying to be silent. Pausing between two doors, Rantaro tried to listen as he suddenly heard movement. Hushed voices, probably instructions. Taking one hand on his phone, to call for back-up, Rantaro pushed open the door, “Hands up!”

The figure was dressed in white, just like he had been in the security camera video. His hair was the same darker purple colour, almost midnight purple in the light, and down; hair swooping into spikes and wildly, yet attractively, tangled. His gloved hands were reaching for someone in the window, but jolted in fright and withdrew, his hand instead going to his pocket. Then, the hand stopped and the movement became more measured. Graceful, almost feline-like, the phantom thief stood up and took (thankfully empty) hands out of his pockets. Calling casually, almost cheerfully, he spoke to the people outside, “Don’t worry guys, meet you in a few hours?”

There must have been agreement because the masked figure turned around, but all Rantaro could focus on was that he recognized the voice. It was deeper than it normally was, but it was still unmistakably Kokichi’s.

His boyfriend, who was a detective, was also the now notorious phantom thief? They even had the same hair, the same height, the same build, the same stature. As he kept staring, Rantaro could only formulate the thoughts ‘why didn’t you figure it out sooner?’. Kokichi stayed moving lightly, rocking on the balls of his feet, “Soooo, you gonna tie me up and rough up my body, Mr. Detective?”

“I-” for some reason, that was the word that shocked Rantaro out of his slumber, “We’re in a relationship, d’you just make this offer for anyone?”

“I meannnn,” Kokichi’s acting was immaculate, even now, “Do you make an offer to date any criminal you meet?”

“I know it’s you, Kokichi.”

“Shit.”

Kokichi’s real voice had come through now, and Rantaro could imagine the pout as well as the slightly moving eyes, a symbol of his nervousness. Then his voice lost its act, and became more pleading, “‘Taro, I… I’m sorry.”

“Why are you even doing this?”

“Cause it’s fun obvi,” Kokichi responded, before quickly following up, “That was a lie. I’m helping a friend who needs money, quick. Not for anything nefarious!”

“‘Kichi, this is illegal…”

“I-” Kokichi looked away for a second, “C’mon, if the great Shuichi Saihara can’t figure this case out, can we reallllly do it?”

“We absolutely-” Rantaro reacted on instinct before he thought about what Kokichi was asking. And for some reason, love immediately won out. “No more heists.”

“No more heists.” Kokichi echoed, his smile immediately coming into his voice, “Now help me escape?”

Rantaro moved quickly, helping him out of the window, “No more heists!”

#oumami week #oumami fanfic #oumami #oumami week 2023 #detective au #phantom thief #phantom thief kokichi #fluff

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