#As soon as I heard it I was like I GOTTA HAVE THIS

[supernova41st]

howdy there buckeroo I'd like to request a drunk reader x Shadow (Im feeling romantical) and readers like an emotional drunk and poor Shadow has to take care of her ass LMAO OK TY

One too many ☕︎

Shadow x Drunk!Reader

Now playing • Nobody New—The Maria’s

A/n: I know little to nothing about being drunk so just bare with me on this one guys pls 🤝 Sorry this took so long to make, I was gonna make it a oneshot but idrk how to make Oneshots so I scrapped the whole thing and just made it into whatever this is.

Warnings: Reader gets Intoxicated, Emotional fluff, Light Mentions of Vomit/Urine(ALL SFW)

Divider creds ~ @saradika-graphics

It all began when Rouge decided to have a house party to celebrate her birthday. (as if she didn’t already host parties every other day) Since it was her party, of course she encourage everyone to bring a bottle of whatever alcohol they could find. Until this point, Shadow had never seen you drink before. He wasn’t sure if you could hold alcohol like a tank or if you were going to end up on a rooftop topless after one drink, so he kept his drinking at the party to a strong minimum in case you had one too many.

𖦹 ‘hm, so this is what hell feels like.’ Shadow thought. Well, can you blame him? Being in a room full of drunk 20 something year olds, along with loud raunchy music echoing throughout the house clearly wasn’t his thing. It was made pretty obvious by the fact that he was resting his back against a corner where no one noticed him. All he really did was stare off into space with his red solo cup filled with beer (that he didn’t drink). As his thoughts pondered on and on, he later realized..

𖦹 ‘I wonder where (Y/N) we-‘ before he can even finish thinking about where you’ve gone, he heard your voice. “SHADOW!” You screamed over the loud music, he slightly jolted in surprise. As soon as he laid his red eyes on you, he quickly noticed that you were intoxicated as all hell. Without responding to you calling his name, he rested the back of his hand onto your forehead, revealing that you definitely had a fever of some sort. “Shadow! Where were you?? I looked hic everywhere! Were you using your teleport thingy to mess with me?” You said, your words slurring over each other. Yeah, you were gone at this point.

𖦹 Shadow squinted his eyes in confusion, “Why would I—Wha—?..Forget it. I have to take you home, you’re drunk.” He softly grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd of drunks searching for the front door. You pulled away weakly due to how tired you were, “Hang on, I gotta pee”. You pointed to the line of people waiting to use the restroom, he rolled your eyes, then giving some ‘are you serious’ eyes. Oof, that was a look that was gonna stick with you tonight. “Alright, fine. But as soon as you’re done, we’re out.”

𖦹 After 14 exhausting minutes, you were finally able to go use the restroom. Shadow hoped that his eyes could bear staying open for the drive home after having lights being flashed in his face for minutes. Once you were done, you rested your head against his shoulder, making him jump a bit. He chucked, “Tired?” You hummed in agreement. ‘Good, shouldn’t be a challenge putting them to bed.’ He thought (wrong).

𖦹 The car ride home wasn’t long, at least it didn’t feel as long to you since you were asleep for the most part. It only made you feel more guilty that every time you looked over, Shadow looked tired, it made you wonder if dragging him was a mistake. He didn’t want to go, yet you had him come, now he was stuck taking you home. It wasn’t a good feeling.

𖦹 Your breath hitched at the car pulling over on the driveway, lights blinding you awake. Shadow opened the door, then reaching his hand out.“Can you stand up?” You nodded, then immediately falling once standing out the car, Shadow luckily catching you. He ended up carrying you to bed because your legs clearly gave up on you on the way home.

𖦹 Shadow gently placed you onto his bed, laying a thin blanket of his over your limp body. You rub the blanket a bit with your fingers, “Why do you have a blanket here? I thought you had like, so much energy chaos—shit in the world..” You questioned. “Well.. I’ve grown quite fond of napping really. It’s pleasant to not have anything to attend to for a couple hours.” His eyes wandered off as he responded, then later meeting yours, clearly not listening. “..N—Nevermind. Just stay here and I’ll go make you some tea.”

𖦹 Once he returned with your cup of tea, you were faced away from the door, seemingly asleep. He quietly sat on the edge of the bed, moving some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.‘Finally, they’re asleep’ he thought, placing the cup of tea on his nightstand. Just as he was about to leave the room, you suddenly grabbed his hand, calling out to him..

𖦹 “Shadow?” He paused, looking back at you. “Yes? Do you need anything, my love?” He asked concerned, last thing he wanted to do is have you puke all over his bed. You looked over at him, your eyes now swelling along with a runny nose. His face only grew more worried, “What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Do you need me to help you to the restroom? We can call you an ambulance if you’d li-“

𖦹 “Am I.. being a burden?” You croaked. He sighed in relief, he was still saddened that you felt such a way because you needed his help, but you had him thinking you broke something on the way! Wiping your tears away with his hands, “What makes you say that?” He asked. “I wouldn’t be helping you if you were.. I apologize if I made you feel such ways.” Shadow rests his cheek against the pillow, facing you. “If it makes you feel better, I can sleep here tonight with you. Only if you’d like, my love” He cupped your cheek softly, having you paying attention to him. You smiled sheepishly, the pillow squishing your cheek against your face. “Yes, please”

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Rogue-Part 9

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Rogue)

You show up to work despite a broken heart and Jay has to face that he’s lost your trust. Can he win it back and make you believe nothing more happened?!?

Warnings: mentions of sex, depression, people’s murders…I think thats it

The moment Jay’s lips met Erin’s they both fell back from each other like they’d been struck. “Woah. I think we had too much to drink��� Erin whispered and Jay nodded “I don’t know what the fuck that was” she put a hand on his chest “You should go, call Rogue. I can’t lose another best friend. I don’t even see you like that” 

He nodded “You know I love her Erin, she’s the love of my life it’s just everything has been so insane since Ryatt’s death” she nodded “I know, I get it. Let’s just take a breath, forget about this,ok?” “What, don’t tell her?” he asked and she shrugged “I don’t want one best friend to be dead and the other to hate me. It’s not like it went beyond a kiss”

“I cheated on her” Jay whispered, the horror of what he’d just done sitting in. “Jay, don’t spiral. We drank too much, we weren’t thinking clearly. We stopped it as soon as it happened because we both love her” he shook his head “I gotta go” she nodded “Ok” and he turned, damn near stumbling away from her door and not from the alcohol either, from the weight of his near action.

When he got downstairs he saw a cab turning around the corner from Erin’s building and cursed under his breath. He’d have to wait for the next one because they’d walked from Mollys. He dug for his phone and hit Mouse’s number. It rang a few times before Mouse answered voice heavy with sleep “Hey man, what’s up?” “Can you come pick me up? I’m a little drunk and I fucked up Greg. I fucked up big time”

He heard Mouse curse under his breath then the rustle of him pulling jeans on “Yeah, where are you at?” “Erin’s” Mouse let out a breath before asking “Jay, before I come did you just cheat on the woman you’ve told me yourself that you can’t imagine a future without?” “I don’t know, I fucked up so bad. I kissed Erin, she kissed me.. We kissed each other..we stopped it time it happened but it still happened”

“God dammit Halstead. Yeah, I’m on the way” Mouse hung up and Jay sat down on the curb and it was then he noticed the missed call from you. It was while he was out drinking with Erin. You were calling him. There were texts from you too reading Just wanted to say I love you and another one that read Call me when you can. I love you

He could fix this. It hadn’t gone beyond a kiss. They hit the brakes. They both hit the brakes. He would be honest and beg you to forgive him when you got home. He hit your number to try to call you to see if Palladino had arranged for you to be able to make it stateside but it just rang and rang and rang. Your voicemail didn’t even pick up. Had you deleted your voicemail? He tried to text you and he got a message back saying unable to deliver “FUCK” he yelled and a woman across the street looked at him. He stuck up his hand “I’m sorry!”

Maybe Mouse could figure it out? He had to talk to you. Had to hear your voice. It was just so much loss, so much everything had spilled out. He didn’t want Erin, not like that. He loved you, you were the love of his life. FUCK, why had he taken even one fucking drink?

You sat in the middle of the bed staring at the wall. You’d turned your phone off as soon as you’d gotten to the Hampton inn. You didn’t want Jay calling and feeding you lies. You couldn’t stand to hear him telling you he loved you with the same mouth that kissed Erin, that probably tasted her, the phone being held with the same hands that touched her. The body that you knew the weight of so well being on top of her, her feeling him moving inside of her.

You stumbled off the bed and barely made it to the bathroom before you emptied everything in your stomach. You leaned back against the counter, the last few months crashing down on you. You slipped a hand under your shirt, fingers finding the still raised lines of the tattoo you’d gotten for Ryatt. You laid down on the cool tile floor and cried. You cried for Ryatt, for Nadia..for the life you’d had not too long ago..you cried for Jay..hell you cried for Erin..everyone you loved…everyone you held close…what more could you lose?

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You must have dozed off at some point because when you woke up the sun was just starting to peek in the windows. You pushed yourself off the floor and looked at your watch. It was five in the morning. You’d gotten about four hours of sleep, on a bathroom floor at that. You’d managed a shift on worst. 

You weren’t going to hide. You knew what Ryatt would tell you, fuck what Nadia would tell you. Make em own it. You were going to get a shower, get changed, get food and coffee down your throat and walk your ass into the twenty first precinct like you owned that bitch. You had faced your brother dying in your arms, knowing one of your best friends was brutally murdered and the other betrayed you along with the love of your life. You could face anything at this damn point and stay standing.

Jay slowly walked up the stairs leading to intelligence. He’d ended up sleeping on Mouse’s couch the night before so Mouse had run him home to get a change of clothes then to Mollys to get his truck. Your phone still wasn’t on, Mouse couldn’t get an accurate ping on it either. It was like it was jammed. 

He kept replaying the night before in his head, wishing he’d done something different. Anything different. He got to the top of the stairs and sat down at his desk, running his hand down his face. He was dog tired. Guilt and worry was eating at him along with Nadia’s death and the still underlying aftermath of Ryatt’s. 

He glanced around the room, Mouse cut his eyes up from his computer and he ducked his eyes away from his friend. He’d gotten cussed out on top of his own guilt. Something along the lines of “Are you just trying to fuck up things on purpose man?” He knew Mouse was trying to look out for him, just like when he drug his ass home but damn how did he always manage to put words to exactly what Jay was thinking?

Erin was at her desk, eyes cast down at the files across it. Kim was out on patrol today with Roman. Adam and Kevin were working, Antonio was talking to Al and Hank. Everyone was going along with their day to day. The overhanging grief was thick enough to cut with a knife.

When the sound of the gate popping echoed up the stairs every pair of eyes flew to the stairs. Trudy hadn’t called up. Kim nor Roman had their prints in. Jay’s eyes stayed glued to the top of the stairs and his heart nearly lept out of his chest when you appeared at the top of them.

Your hair was tied back in a braid, you were wearing your usual outfit of jeans, a long sleeve tee and a jacket over it. You looked so damn beautiful he couldn’t pull air into his lungs. Damn he’d missed you even more than he realized and that was saying a lot. You barely looked his way, hell you barely looked anyone’s way. You walked straight to Hank who greeted you “I was wondering about you. Palladino called me first thing” you nodded “Well I’m back” 

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You could feel Jay’s eyes on you as you walked through the bullpen but you couldn’t. Nope, you had to maintain for as long as possible. You walked over to Hank who held his hand out so you shook it as he said “I was wondering about you. Palladino called me first thing” you nodded “Well I’m back. The task force was successful” he half smiled “Good to hear. I’m glad to have you back Rogue. Have you met Mouse officially yet?” 

You cut your eyes over to the guy who you’d passed first when you made it to the top of the stairs and shook your head “Can’t say I have” he stood and walked over, a small smile on his face as he offered his hand “Greg Gerwitz ma’am. Everyone calls me Mouse. I’ll answer to either” you smiled softly “So I could just yell Gerwitz?” he laughed lightly “Remember I was army too so I may flinch first” you smirked “I’ll try not to call you that then” Mouse was about five nine, five ten. Brownish hair, bright blue eyes and a nice smile. He seemed like a sweetheart. 

“I heard a lot about you” you admitted and saw the way his eyes flickered over towards Jay who was watching your interaction closely “Good I hope?” you nodded “Very, look forward to working with you and hopefully being friends” he smiled “Yes ma’am” “Rogue” he nodded “Rogue” then turned to head back to his desk. Hank nodded “Well jump back in wherever. Isn’t like you don’t know what to do” you turned and headed for your desk, trying to avoid Jay’s eyes as much as possible along with Erin’s. You could feel Kevin and Adam watching you too and knew even Antonio and Al were probably curious to the fact that you’d yet to greet Jay.

The moment you sat down you heard the squeak of Jay’s chair and his boots. You looked up and he was already standing over your desk, a small smile on his face “Hey baby, welcome home” you forced a small smile onto your face just to not start a scene at work. You promised Hank back when you and Jay first outed yourselves as a couple that you could keep personal and professional separate. “Hey” his eyebrows furrowed “Can we talk?” “About?” you asked and he waved a hand towards you “Like when did you get home? I got in like twenty minutes ago. Unless you moved really fast you couldn’t have had time to go home and get changed and if you came straight from the airport looking like that damn”

You could feel the fact that everyone had their attention on you so you stood “I need coffee” and headed for the breakroom with him hot on your heels. 

You walked into the breakroom and let him walk in before stepping around him to close the door. He watched your every move and when you closed the door and pulled the blind down he took a step towards you but his face quickly fell when you crossed your arms. “Baby?” “I got in last night. I stayed at the Hampton inn” you were trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible, as if your heart wasn’t shattering in your chest.

“What’s going on Rogue? I want to talk to you” he took a step towards you and you took a step back “I don’t necessarily want to talk to you” the pain in his eyes made you want to rip your own heart out. You loved him so much it fucking hurt but all you had to do was think about what you saw and you could reel that in. “We need to talk” he tried and you shook your head “No, we don’t”

He reached for your hand and when you took another step back you saw tears in his eyes “Did something happen?” “Go talk to Erin” the moment you said those words his shoulders fell and the horror in his eyes was a bit rewarding. “Yeah, I came home last night. I didn’t go to our place when I got off the plane because I knew Erin needed me after Nadia and to my surprise she was already getting all the fucking comfort she needed wasn’t she?”

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Jay could feel his entire world crashing to his feet. You weren’t supposed to have walked up on that. Fuck you had to see him kiss her? Did you think something else happened? “Baby, just listen..” he tried and you held up a hand, unshed tears shining in your eyes “If you don’t want me calling Palladino or another contact I’ve made for a permanent position internationally you’ll give me breathing room. I want to be home, I want to be in intelligence. I stayed at the Hampton last night. I will continue to stay there until I find somewhere else to go”

“Rogue, you have a home” he tried and you shook your head, tears finally breaking free “I don’t. Do you know how it felt to finally close Ryatt’s murder case? To be the one to put the cuffs on that bastard? I wanted to come home and celebrate with you” 

“We still can” he tried and you shook your head again “Looking at you right now? All I can see is you and her. I had to go from the joy of closing my brother’s murder case to finding out one of my best friends was murdered then? then I rush home to comfort the other best friend only to find her in the arms of the love of my life? Jay I’m barely standing. I slept four hours last night on the floor of the fucking bathroom. I can not do this right now. I came to work because if I wouldn’t have faced you? Wouldn’t have faced her? I couldn’t have faced myself in the mirror for being such a fucking coward” 

“Baby, what do you think happened?” he asked and you shrugged “You cheated on me with Erin. The worst part is I don’t even know if that’s the first time so I’ll find somewhere else to go I guess so you can have your life back” then you turned and walked out of the break room.

He stood there as you walked back to your desk, wiped your face and acted like you weren’t falling apart like he was. How the hell had his life just got turned around this damn much? He wanted to propose to you, he had a ring. He planned to propose when you got home, did you just leave him?

Everyone looked from you to the open breakroom door. Jay cleared his throat and walked out to his desk. He sat down, opening up the first file his hands landed on. He had no clue what it was, what was in it. He just had to have his eyes on something, anything. Tears in your eyes and you walking away from him was the last thing on earth he’d ever wanted. Fuck, how could he have fucked up this bad?

When the day finally ended you slipped your jacket on, grabbed your phone and headed for the stairs. You were halfway down by the time Kevin caught up with you “Woah there speedy. Where are you headed? What’s up?” you knew Kev, he wasn’t being nosey. He just clocked the fact that you were in pain and was trying to check in without making it weird. “There’s just a lot going on right now Kev” you replied as the two of you continued down the stairs to the parking lot.

You could hear everyone else trailing out behind the two of you. You saw Erin and focused on Kevin instead “Um you have a few empty rooms since the kids moved with your aunt right?” he nodded “Yeah?” you rubbed a hand along the back of your neck “Could you keep it quiet if I may need to rent one of those rooms from you for a little while?” he looked back towards the building then back to you “What happened? Jay aint shut up about getting you home” 

You weren’t going to badmouth Jay or Erin to the unit. All three of you belonged to it, they were all your friends. “Just some stuff that needs to be sorted out” he nodded slowly “Well I’ll keep it quiet but you don’t gotta rent anything. Just grab your stuff and come over. I got you” you pulled him down into a hug “Thanks Kev” he patted your back “Always. And I heard you got the bastard that shot Ryatt” you half smiled “Put the cuffs on him myself and shattered his damn nose”

“That’s what's up” he laughed and bumped his fist against yours. He nodded towards his car “I gotta go but if you decide you want a room it’s yours. Call me. Any time. Day or night” you nodded “Thanks man”

Kevin headed for his car so you headed for your jeep but froze when Erin called your name when your hand was on the handle of your door. “Fuck” you muttered under your breath. “What do you want Lindsay?” you asked, not turning to face her. “Can we talk please?” you shook your head “I’d rather not. Shit’s a little too fresh, I say a lot when I’m angry. I do a lot when I’m angry. I told Jay I need breathing room or do you two not communicate beyond your tongues being shoved down each other’s throats?”

“Rogue..” she tried and you cut her off “See? That’s the type of shit I say when you make me talk when I’m pissed off” you spun around to face her, knowing you had tears in your eyes “I didn’t even rush home for him Erin. I rushed home for you. My only thought when Hank told me about Nadia was what it would do to you. I got off the plane and came straight to your apartment. Call me crazy but I feel like I have the right to be in pain here”

“What you think happened didn’t” she whispered and you laughed humorlessly “Oh so you didn’t kiss the love of my life? I didn’t see with my own two eyes my best fucking friend kiss the man I love?” she ducked her head and you nodded “What I thought. I turned and ran after that because I really didn’t need to see Jay go into your apartment or anything” “He didn’t..” you held up a hand “I gotta go. I just I’ve got to go” 

She took a step back so you climbed into your jeep, slammed the key in the ignition and pulled away. 

You had to wipe your eyes twice as you pulled out of the parking lot to be able to see through the tears. What more could you fucking take?

Erin watched you pull away and damn near hit her knees then and there. Nadia was dead, you thought she had fucked the love of your life. She had lost both of her best friends. You rushed home from Paris to her, not Jay. You came home for her, only to walk up to that. She closed her eyes, tears flowing down her face. It was a stupid kiss. A maybe ten second kiss. It meant nothing. Had it cost her everything?

You were laying across the bed in your hotel room watching the texts from Jay light up your screen. Once it finally became apparent to him you weren’t answering the damn phone he’d taken to that instead:

Rogue, baby please call me

What you think happened didn’t

I love you

I have missed you so much

Princess please come home

Baby, answer the phone

Talk to me

C’mon baby. Cuss me out, anything but silence

I love you with everything

Please

You finally just tossed it on the nightstand and listened to it vibrate every now and then when a new message would come through. You honestly couldn’t talk to him because you didn’t know what to say. When you’d left Chicago for the task force you were so numb you could barely function. Now? It was like everything  you’d buried was back in overdrive. You were up to taking lukewarm showers and up until last night had been sleeping a few hours decently a night. Maybe it was from being worn out chasing down the members of the Gada organization but hey whatever works right?

You’d gone from feeling not a lot of anything to feeling too much and now to face this? You didn’t know what to say to Jay. Did you still love him? Of course. You would always love that man, until the day they laid you in the damn ground but he fucked Erin. He fucked your best friend. How could you move on from that?

You picked up your phone and stared at it before opening up the messages and typing one out. You deleted it then retyped it twice before finally hitting send. You laid your phone down then rolled over to try to get some sleep in an actual bed.

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When Jay’s phone buzzed he damn near knocked the coffee table upside down grabbing it. Had you finally responded? He swiped the screen and saw he had a text from you. He opened it up and read it: Jay, you’re the love of my life. You will always be the love of my life. I will love you until the day they put me in the ground, just know that. I just can’t talk about things right now. I am just getting my footing from losing Ryatt. Give me a few days then maybe I can face it. 

He read it twice. You still loved him. That was something right? That was something he could hold onto. You still loved him. He had to hold onto that. He would make you see that he didn’t sleep with Erin. Yeah, they kissed. Yeah that never should have happened but he hadn’t crossed that line. He hadn’t gone that far. He found himself praying to whatever higher power was listening, found himself talking to Ryatt “Please let her believe me. I can’t lose her over one stupid fucking decision. We stopped it time it happened. No it shouldn’t have happened but god I can not lose her over it”

Part 10

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listening to Adam's voicemails and thinking of him <3 request by @sleeplessdreamer14 !

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tags: Adam being Adam, soft!Adam, clingy ass husband, ya'll are married, longdistance!Adam, voicemails, comfort!fic, slight angst i'm sorry

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“Nope. No way.”  “Come onnn, it’ll be fine!” You tried to assure Adam gently, a soft smile on your face. He pouted at you, disliking the idea of being even five feet away from you greatly. Fuck that. Miles away. For days at a time. How would he even survive?  “I’ll waste away without you...”  Adam mumbled, putting his face in your neck like a puppy. You cuddled into him, giggling, currently sat on his couch. 

“Oh relax. You’ll be fine. Besides, isn’t Sera wanting to pay a fuckton of money for you to go on this mission?”  “Yeah, but-”  “But nothing. It’s easy cash. You can do it. I’ll be fine here, okay? You can call me as many times throughout the day as you’d like... Without getting in trouble of course,”  You teased, smiling at him.  

So, Adam reluctantly agreed. It wouldn’t be the first weekly mission he had been on. But the only difference was that he would be on the complete other side of Heaven’s grounds, over a hundred miles away from you. You knew Adam’s clingy ass would have trouble adjusting. He kept asking for more hugs, more kisses, more gropes to the chest-almost like a toddler not wanting to go on their first day of school.   “I know it’s scary being away from me for so long.”  You said with a weak smile. Adam buried his face in your chest, inhaling your scent. Lute barked at him to hurry up. With the saddest puppy eyes, he unfurled his wings and flew beside Lute up into the soft cotton candy clouds.  

You went back into your shared house, sighing sadly. Even though the house would offer some tranquility whilst Adam was gone, there was no doubt that it would feel empty without him. His laugh, his ranting after a long day of being the leader of the Exorcists, the smell of ribs he’d occasionally bring home, cleaning the stains out of his robe, getting onto him about cleaning up his bedside table... 

Just the small thoughts of him made your eyes well up with tears. You sniffled and attempted to wipe them away, but it didn’t work. Your fingers slowly encircled your small wedding band, seeing and feeling that it was indeed real. Your husband might’ve been gone for this small period, but he’d be back soon. A week could go by fast if you don’t pay attention, I guess.  

“Hey babe. Just wanted to call and say that I. Kicked. Ass. I mean, this mission’s fuckin’ awesome! I hope Sera keeps her word and tries to implement this prison or whatever it is. Who would’ve thought cuffing people would be so cool?! Uh, anyways, gotta go.. I think Lute’s calling me. Peace.” 

“Heyyyyy, babyyyyy... Sorry, Lute and I had a few at this little bar downtown. Dude, they’ve got, like, four different fuckin’ bars here! I mean, it’s no wonder that this place is raging with Heavenly crime. Who would’ve thought? I wish you were here though. This place is cool and all, but it’d be better with you in between my-” 

Okay, that’s the end of that voicemail. God, is he trying to kill you or something? 

You sighed and continued listening to all his voicemails he’d always send whenever you were asleep, your heart fluttering every time you heard his voice. You couldn’t deny the way his voice alone made you feel so complete, so full. So, loved.   He’d always use slang. Even if you couldn’t understand it, the context made up for it. His laugh was still just as loud across the telephone line, and you swore if you closed your eyes that you could see the exact way his face would look whilst talking. His nose would scrunch at particular words; his lips would curl to make the ‘O’s and ‘Q’s. Fuck. You missed him so much.  

But he’d be back tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow had never felt so far away...  

my sweet snowflake buddies!

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[agent-pennsylvania]

Washington made a face as Florida and the new orange soldier began conversing in sign language. He doesn't know what they're saying but he knows they're communicating without him. Maybe he should take some time to learn it at some point. He's soon distracted again as the others start playing the blame game and Niner declares her time limit. He looks nervously towards the back of the Pelican. It'll look bad on his record if not everyone comes back from this.

Penn doesn't have to be told twice as Vermont suggests they get going. He's worried about his new buddy after all. He's heard a thing or two about the other agents mostly stuff he was told when he was first briefed on each of them. Although he doesn't remember ever actually getting a chance to spend much time with any of them. "Thanks." He coughs again with the red soldier's prompt take down of the last Brute. He staggers up off the wall he was leaning against. It hurts but he's gotta move so he forces it. One leg in front of the other as fast as he can manage. With the mention of the Counselor his skin crawls. An anxious feeling prickles at the back of his neck. Fear. He's breaking out in a cold sweat as his stomach spins, he feels like he shouldn't go back. But... why? Why did the idea of going back suddenly seem so terrifying. He stumbles again with the feelings but Vermont's words spur him forward again. He can't leave Dex alone... Not there... Not with them. Besides he promised.

"Alright! Times up!" Niner hisses a punches the controls to close the cargo doors and leave. Just before she does there's a clatter and a bang as Penn lands in an unstable manner. "Leavin' without me?" Penn chuckles tightly, it hurts to breath he sorta wishes he could stop. If it wasn't for the whole 'needing oxygen thing' he would have. "It's about time! You agents just think the world revolves around you don't you. I got places to be!" Niner grumps. Washington sighs and shakes his head, "Welcome back. Pennsylvania." He waves from the front. Penn's focus shifts around the Pelican his visor obviously sweeping the room due to only having one working eye. Looking for his buddy and finding him gripped by Florida and being held at knife point. Protective instincts flare, and despite his pain he stands up to his full height all 7 foot 2 inches of it at the moment. "Let... Him... Go." He growls pointedly. His hand going to one of his own combat knives on his chest plate. @rolliesmuses

Penn looks up as he staggers, he leans against a nearby wall relief washing over him when he sees the other agent. He may not know them on a personal level, but he knows that their on the same side. And that is enough for him, a pained laugh answers the other soldier's call over the radio.

"I guess... You've met my new buddy... If you're calling me that." Penn coughs. It feels wet and warm. He's not sure if it's blood but he figures it's a high probability. "Fucking Gravity hammers... Hey, Monty! Can you shoot that guy for me... Thanks." Penn motions towards the last Brute as it hollers and charges at them. He hopes the healing unit didn't break, but he's unwilling to test it on himself as he has no idea how to use it. *** Another voice comes from the front sitting beside the pilot. Cause someone from alpha squad had to babysit these agents and he'd pulled the short straw. "Take it easy, guys. Remember the whole team work thing?" Agent Washington looks back at Florida through the cockpit's door. "Do you think the Counselor will want to talk to them?" He asks while moving his head towards the person in orange. The colony shakes violently again as he speaks. "Doesn't look like we have much of a choice." Short of Florida throwing the guy overboard this mystery Hawaii the second, is probably going back with them. "Those agents have 2 minutes to get back here. Or we're leaving without their asses!" Four Seven Niner calls back as she slams the control consul growing impatient.

@rolliesmuses

[alexjcrowley]

When people ask me what are my tastes in reading, my first impulse is to say "the classics" but then I remember I bought a book from a still living author I had never heard about because the plot had been described to me as "a long phone call between a veterinarian and old lady widow farmer whose emotional support pet chicken has become hypnotised by a washing machine commercial".

[zalliafawn]

Drawing my favorite super quantum unit intel processor again. I fluffed to close too the sun though with his hair.

Consulting squip is literally soooo fun to draw. He's so pretty and like, i love the Codes n shit ahhhhh. My biggest inspiration hahaha ./////.

Biting him biting him.

(Please look at all the things behind him, i decided to hand write all the letters and numbers because im a neurotic psycho haha. I love him so much though so it's fine)

[01010011 01101110 01110101 01100111 01100111 01101100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101000 01101001 01101101 00100000 00111100 00110011]

[R2l2ZXMgeW91ciB0d2luayBhIG11bGxldAo=]

[SSB3YW50IHRvIGh1ZyBoaW0uIEhlIGxvb2tzIHNvIGh1Z2dhYmxlLiBFdmVyeXRoaW5nIGFib3V0IGhpbSBpcyBzbyBwcmV0dHkgYWhoaGg=]

(There are other codes than these 3. I believe there are 7!!! :D)

@consulting-squip

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually

[radioisntdead]

listening to ASMR again, WHY DO THEY KEEP KILLING OFF MY FAMILY??? WHAT DID THEY DO?? THEY COULD BE ALIVE? THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT YOU JUST KILLED THEM OFF FOR FUN???

[funkle420]

god artists really do just pass around the same $20 bill cause dude over half my clients are other artists 😭 and usually they're the ones that tip well!! i just wish i could afford to also commission other artists and buy stuff from their shops!

[seokmattchuus]

Since I'm upset at my Hyeonju getting stuck as the ceo of unis elementary, here's my kinda-realistic better 5th-8th ranks (only because I feel like the top 2-4 have been locked in for a while)

5. Hyeonju - 2001

6. Sunwoo - 2003

7. Narumi - 2006

8. Haram - 2006

Elisia would be the youngest with Yunha just two months older. This is definitely a better unnie line than just hyeonju by herself bc ain't no way you're gonna have a 01 liner and 07 liner both be in the unnie like. like. bffr. She's the only unnie in there. Idc.

I hope Hyeonju pulls a Junwon and leaves before the actual debut 😭 Take her new popularity bring it back to cignature. I don't think this group will do that much better anyways.

[chika-nyan]

Just two more months (plus 3 days in April that I left after vacation for saying goodbye forever to coworkers plus maybe hustling for some “hey we’ve been friendly, can I use you as a reference for a future job”s) to go!!! And honestly not a moment too soon as things continue to get worse :)

[liquidstar]

polaris's real tragic backstory is that on her first ever official team mission the group splits up and shes forced to be a 3rd wheel to a deeply personal argument between 2 dudes shes known for like a couple days

[orcelito]

Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't switch out of engineering after my freshman year of college. I could've been a computer & electrical engineer.

Or if I'd pursued my middle school interest in architecture (that I still lowkey have). I used to draw floor plans just for the fun of it. I think it might've originated from building in the sims, bc I recently did a massive build in the sims 2 after years and years without playing, and I was having the time of my Life. I ended up deciding to pursue engineering in high school tho bc there's a family history to it (my grandpa was one, my sister is one, my dad studied it before dropping out of college, & my ex step grandpa was one too). Also it pays better lol.

But what if I didn't give it up? I could've been an architect. Just the other day I found out from European friends that their buildings don't tend to have ventilation systems built into the walls & I went on a whole nerd research binge learning about how European buildings have air circulation (it generally varies by region, colder climates often having ventilation systems while warmer climates often just get air circulation from windows). Yeah, the architecture interest is still there.

If I go Real far back, little me wanted to be a nurse lol. But that was just because my mom was one and I still looked up to her. I've long since accepted I wouldn't be able to make it as a nurse (I'm too squeamish + tend to get attached easily, so i think it'd be pretty soul crushing for me to work in a job where patients do die sometimes)

Idk. I'm close to finishing my degree in IT, so my general life path is pretty set. And it just has me wondering about the different jobs I've wanted throughout my life & what things would be like if I went to that instead.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Hybrid Town (1) | Only Human

In a world filled with humans and hybrids attempting to find balance with one another, you are but a simple human trying to integrate into the town on the property your late grandparent bequeathed to you. The town just so happens to have a small population of farming hybrids, with hardly any other humans around. 

“So you’re the inheritor…(Y/n)? (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have my I.D. if you want to check.”

“..Right….but the owner of the original property was a hybrid…you are not.”

“Not that it matters. But my grandfather’s partner was a Wolf hybrid…They both agreed to give it to me when they both passed.”

“I..see.”

It might be right to call it racism or maybe more accurately it’s specism and the townsfolk aren’t all that keen on hiding it. They openly sneer at you when you do come to town, whispering loudly about what they’ve heard, and rolling their eyes if you have the gall to ask them a question. 

“Can I get these bags of mulch in bulk?”

“...so what are ya talkin’ to me for? Just grab ‘em.”

“Your sign says to ‘ask for more at the front desk.’”

“...Fine dirt monkey. How much?”

It doesn’t bother you…sometimes. You mostly spend your days on your property, having picnics in the open fields you now own. Spending time renovating your cottage with all the custom plumbing and electricity you learn to install yourself. Wouldn’t want some unfriendly technician in town doing it instead. Anyways you get into the routine of sustaining yourself in your lonesome working from home and relying on your savings to help you enjoy your new life. That doesn’t stop until the one fateful day…you’re lounging on your deck when you hear something faint. It sounds like crying. 

“Waaaaa!”

It sounds like a child…which isn’t unfamiliar, after all your neighbors do seem to be a little family. Of course, they don’t want to talk to you but that’s fine.

“Waaaa!”

It sounds pretty intense but you’re sure it’ll stop soon. 

“Waaaaa! Somebody help, please!”

Now it feels wrong to ignore it any longer. You quickly fix yourself to head over, driving the tractor that you ride across your property to the fence that represents the beginning of your neighbor’s property. It was short work to hop over the fence and hear the crying persisting. Running to the back porch of the house, you see a little dog boy crying his heart out. 

“I heard you crying what’s wrong?”

The kid starts blubbering wiping at tears and snot on his face. After some calming pats between the ears and some promises to help you can get a clear picture.

“Mama fell ‘ver and she won’t wake up!”

You run inside to find exactly that. A dog woman face down on the floor while the soup on the stove boils out and whatever’s in the oven beginning to smoke. Stopping the appliances you flip over the woman in search of a heartbeat and breathing. Thankfully you find it and ask the little boy where you can lay her down. He points you to the bedroom down the hall passing by another bedroom and a bathroom. 

Once you’ve laid her down, check her temperature, and decide in your not-so-expert opinion that she’s suffering from a fever. Assuring the little dog boy you have him help you carry some cold water and a rag to place on her head. While making sure she drinks some water, you finally get to talking to the little dog boy who’s started to calm down now.

“That was real brave of you, good job for asking for help.”

“Big brother always said I gotta since I’m too tiny to do much myself.”

“Well, I thought you were very helpful and you don’t seem that tiny to me.”

“Thanks!” 

“No problem! My name’s (Y/n).”

“And my name’s Titan! By the way (Y/n) I’m real hungry!”

That’s how you ended up cleaning the dishes, Titan’s mother started and using what you could to make something new. You stuck with one of your old family recipes, relying on your memory the best you could to avoid another charred disaster. Eventually, you finish up able to set a plate in front of Titan who is more than happy to dig in. 

“More! More!”

“Okay Titan just a little bit more but you can’t eat it all we’ve got to save some.”

“Whyyyy!?”

“Because your mom hasn’t eaten yet and I’m sure your brother will want some when he gets home–”

“But he’s never aroun’ we’ll be waiting forever for him to come!”

Creak.

“Titan who is this?”

The new voice comes from a much larger dog man with a sturdy build, sun-kissed skin, and overalls barely hanging off his shoulders. His ears are narrowed back and his shoulders are hunched as he easily towers over you. With Titan’s help, you explain how you came to help and that his mother had fainted, likely from the fever she had. When you show him to her, his bared teeth and impending growl quiet down. Fussing over her as he checks for any sign that you might be lying. Finding that you’re not, he skeptically accepts the meal you made as you alternate watching over her and entertaining Titan–who’s far too chipper for a pup ready for bed. 

“Hey uh, wanted to apolog’ze for earlier”

“For what?!”

“Fer how I acted when you’re just helpin’ out.”

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m just happy no one’s hurt.”

“I’m also sorry for misjudging you. I think I had the wrong impression bout ya.”

As you continue to chat with the young dog man–Tank you both work together to finish up whatever chores his mom would usually do. Between you both Titan is convinced to finally get some sleep if it’s in your lap close to his mom. Tank suggests you stay over bashfully offering his bed if you need it. You decline, encouraging him to get some much-needed rest considering he was working on the farm tomorrow. 

“A-a-are you sure you don’t want to stay in a bed? I feel like it’s the least we could do.”

“No worries Tank, I’m going to watch over your mom until this fever breaks. Besides I don’t have the heart to move Titan now.”

“Fair I guess. Hopefully, I’ll see ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah if I’m not still here in the morning you can come to my place anytime.”

His fluffy tail wags a lot harder than he likes at that.

“R-really?”

“Yeah, anytime!”

With another ‘thank you’ he’s off to bed. It isn’t until sunrise that the fever breaks and the dog-hybrid mother is coming to. Assuring her that her boys and the food she left in the oven are not burning the house she calms down to thank you.

“Oh thank you thank you I don’t know what I would have done without you!”

Where you’ll have to fight her off from her barrage of kisses, hugs, and propositions to stay long enough for her to cook something for you to take home, as much as you wanted to stay and indulge in her acts of thanks, you missed your bed and it was plenty exhausting now that you were being spoken to positively. Convincing her that you were such a short drive away that she didn’t need to keep you too much longer and after promising that she and her boys were welcome anytime you could finally go home. 

“You promise?”

“Yes, Miss Tiffany I promise, anytime you’d like.”

“Just not now?”

“Yes, not now so please get some rest!”

Back in the comfort of your home, everything is more or less the same except for the recently obsessed friendly neighbors who make all the quiet time you used to have nonexistent. 

“Wake Up! Wake Up! Let’s play!”

“Egh Titan how did you get in here?”

“Through your doggy door!”

“But I don’t have one!”

“Now you do!”

Thus begins the first few to fall for the lone human in this hybrid town. Hardly shy about their newly discovered attraction as they fill their dull hours up with time next to you. Lucky them as your neighbors they’re the only ones privy to your addictive affection and comforting scent. 

“Oh! I was about to drive over to drop off Titan!”

“What a coincidence! We were just coming over to have dinner at yours!”

“Huh?”

“Well, you did say we can come and thank you anytime!”

“So we figured why not now!”

“In fact, maybe every week we come over to yours and you come over to ours!”

“I mean I guess-?”

“Wonderful Titan, Tank clear the kitchen I’m going to make this dinner the best yet!”

“Yes’m!” “Yes’m

The Dog hybrid family next door is all too eager to take up all of your time. Since the moment you moved in they’ve been eager to truly get to know you, woefully settling with the distant wafts of your scent during a favorable breeze. Unlike others in the town their curiosity for the human was a positive one blaming it on their all too friendly instincts they couldn’t deny the urge they got to close to the distance between you two. But alas everyone in the town was so averse to the idea they were pushed off the desire for far too long but after your sweet words and intentions, they’d be foolish not to return the affection. 

“(Y/n) if you’d like me to cut the grass, I don’t mind.”

“That’s really sweet, Tank but I told myself I wouldn’t allow myself to sit back and let others do all the work.”

His tail droops at that. “Ah I see.”

“But you won’t tell me to go away will you (Y/n)? After I made that doggy door and everything.”

“You just chewed a hole in my door and I’m not saying you can’t stop by Tank I just don’t want it to be because you’re doing more work.”

His tail is wagging a mile a minute again. “I don’t mind if it’s for you!”

With your canine hybrid neighbors so close it’s hard to forget you were ever left alone. Now quiet and sometimes confrontational trips are filled with at least one member of the family accompanying you. Willing to bargain at stores for you or impressively growl when the cashier’s being a tad too snippy. It does make you nervous when the tiny Titan politely asks the nosy bird-woman who had the nerve to whisper about you to a ‘nice chat’ in the alley between the store. Returning with tufts of feathers and blood in his baby teeth. Or how Mama Tiff will oh so politely mention her bloodhound heritage at the fox bullies that hang around your car. Or when Tank all too eagerly pulls you into his side when he finds you cornered by the snake librarian.

“Back off my human!”

After any confrontation, you’ll ask your questions. Head on or round about they’ll all only smile at you, tail wagging wildly behind them. As if they’re proud of the slight fear in your eyes when you ask what that was about.

“We just want to protect you! You are only human after all!”

Part 2: It's Here!

[isamoa]

“ WHAT GETS THEM HARD! ”

jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.

ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc

ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.

ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol

SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”

SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.

TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”

CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”