#Ding Darling Park | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

cassiefromhell · 1 year ago

Text

The Game

Nanami x Wife!Reader

wc: 2.7k

warnings: f!reader, mdni/18+, smut, teasing, ROUGH, manhandling, gentle choking, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering a/n: this is a combination of my reaction to the latest jjk ep and a general need for manhandling nanami.

You know exactly what is coming for you.

You can feel his eyes on you from across the room. Watching you.

Watching his pretty little wife play games that she’d lose.

Because you have one goal in mind: piss off your husband, Nanami Kento.

Which is not an easy task. But you had pissed him off once before, a few weeks ago, and had been insatiably craving more. His reaction that night was… his hands in your hair, throwing you back against the bed, the words out of his mouth—

You can’t help but blush a little at the memories that flood your head now, as you speak to a man twice your age at this party. You know this man thinks he has a chance with you. He came up to you earlier, and is now flirting with you relentlessly, seeming blind to the ring on your marriage finger which marks you as claimed.

You giggle a little at something he says, taking your poker and stabbing at the fire. You sip the glass of wine in your hands. There’s no need to look over your shoulder to confirm; Kento is most decidedly watching you.

And that fire? It’s growing.

You can feel the way your white silk mini dress has ridden up your thighs a little, but you don’t do anything to fix it, no matter how much the skin on the back of your thighs sizzles and sears under his scorched gaze.

All it takes is for the man to reach out, try to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and the flame explodes.

Hands are on your waist in an instant, a cotton-covered, firm chest pressed against your back. You know that chest. Those hands.

“I think it’s time for us to get going, don’t you think, dear?” Kento grits out, his thumbs digging into your skin. A warning.

“Oh,” you pout, turning your head to look up at him. You’re met with a hard-set jaw and cold eyes, as your husband stares down the inferior man who got a centimeter too close. “But it’s raining. We’ll have to wait for it to slow down a bit, or have a valet bring the car around, we’re parked a block away—”

“We’ll walk. Goodbye,” he flashes the tightest, fakest smile you’ve ever seen, and then turns you towards the elevator, pushing you in that direction.

And what choice do you have? You half walk, half stumble forward, his hands never faltering in their iron grip the whole walk over. He stops you in front of the elevator.

“Button,” he commands, jerking his chin towards the panel with two buttons, one an up arrow and the other down.

“Why do I have to do it?”

“It seems that if I let you go for half a second, you’ll run off and let yourself get eye-fucked by a nobody in a cheap suit. Button,” he growls, his hands tightening their grip, causing your sides to protest.

You whimper softly, reaching out and pressing the down button. It glows a soft blue, and you tilt your head to the side, gazing up at your angry, blond man. “What’s got you in such a frenzy? I was socializing—”

He scoffs. “Socializing. Sure. I know the game you’re playing, and might I remind you that it’s a game you can’t win, darling.”

You swallow hard, fighting back a flinch as the elevator dings, and the doors slide open.

Empty.

Kento shuffles you both inside, and holds the ‘close doors’ button so hard that you’re afraid it might actually crack.

The elevator doors slide closed, and he releases you, taking two steps back.

Suddenly, the air is so thick that you can hardly breathe, and the thought of the fingerprint bruises he’s likely left on you fills your head.

“Ke—”

“No. No more words from you,” he spits out, practically punching the ground floor button.

You pout, and take a step towards him. “‘Nam, c’mon,” you poke that damned fire again, just waiting for it to burn you.

And it does.

His arm snaps out, his hand gripping your chin, tilting your head up. “I said, quiet.”

That sharp anger in his eyes makes your stomach flutter, abdomen tensing. You bite your bottom lip, and try your luck. “You’re a little angry, huh?”

Your back is against the wall before you can even process what’s happened, before you recognize that he’s shoved you into the corner of the elevator, one hand gripping your neck and the other pressed firmly against your hip, keeping you in place. His body is fully pressed to yours, and the straining bulge you feel is unmistakable.

“Angry? You have no idea,” he says, his voice having dropped to an eerily calm tone. “I want to throw you onto the ground of this damned elevator and make you suck me off right here, right now. I want to fuck your throat, and then that kinky little cunt of yours, until you are sobbing and begging me to stop.”

Your breath catches in your throat— no, it completely stops. You’re no longer breathing.

“Then do it.”

He gives a breathy chuckle, suddenly spinning you around, a hand knotting in your hair and shoving your cheek against the wall. And then he leans down, presses his lips against your ear, and…

“No. You’d like that too much.”

You whine, straining against his grip on you. Kento is usually ever the gentleman, the perfect white picket fence husband. He brings you roses each Friday and a piece of your favorite cake every Tuesday, and fucks the shit out of you each day when he returns from missions. But he’s so… polite, all the time, his touch gentle and his voice soft. He’s the type to rest his hand on your thigh while he drives, and carry you bridal style into the house.

But this Kento… This Kento is the reason you’re trying to piss him off. Because you unlocked the manhandling, relentless Kento once, and now can’t get enough of it.

Suddenly, the hand on your neck drops down, down, down to your thighs, and then up under your skirt. Kento’s fingers ghost over your bare pussy, straight up laughing when he realizes you’re wearing no underwear. But the laughter is harsh, and sends shivers down your spine.

“You really planned this, didn’t you dear.” It’s more of a statement than a question.

“Can you blame me?” You murmur, trying to grind down on his hand, the hand which is now cupping your dripping cunt, the heel of his hand juuuust below your clit. “Please.”

“We’re almost on our floor,” Kento suddenly releases you, fixing your dress with a soft touch and taking two steps back.

You open your mouth to complain, but right on cue, the elevator doors slide open. Kento presses a hand against the small of your back, forcibly guiding you out of the elevator, and across the plaza, out to the main doors.

Where it’s pouring.

You pause outside the glass doors, crossing your arms across your chest. “No. It’s pouring.”

Kento sighs, but looks you over, and realizes it at the same moment as you do; you’re wearing white.

And Kento is a gentleman.

“I’ll bring the car around. You stay right here, you understand me?”

You nod, and he’s out the doors in an instant.

You find yourself shifting on your feet as you wait, your heels really starting to do a number on you. You keep fixing your dress, trying to ignore how you’re wetter than the rain outside.

Your feet have not moved an inch when your familiar white BMW M8 pulls up to the doors, and your husband gets out of the driver's seat, umbrella in hand.

And he is soaking wet.

His blue shirt sticks to his chest, not hiding any of the rippling muscle along his entire torso. He’s discarded his gray suit jacket, but the pants have darkened a shade due to the rain. His hair sticks to his face, blond locks drenched.

You can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks when you realize how close you are to being able to make out his dick print, and that only worsens when he walks through those doors, headed straight for you.

“I didn’t move,” you murmur as he takes your arm, gripping your bicep tightly and heading for the exit once more.

“That earns you no brownie points tonight.”

Kento opens the umbrella as he drags you outside, holding it over your head. Not a drop of water hits you as he escorts you to the car, and then opens the door to the back seat.

You raise a brow. “Backseat?”

“So you can’t touch me,” he replies, and then promptly sweeps your feet out from under you, catches you, and tosses you into the back seat.

You yelp as your back hits the leather, and the door is closed immediately. Kento is in the driver’s seat before you can blink, staring at you in the rear view mirror.

You buckle yourself up, and he seems satisfied, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot at a speed that’s probably too fast.

You chew your bottom lip, watching his hair drip onto his face, watching his hands white-knuckle the steering wheel, watching his foot press the accelerator.

“You’ll catch a cold,” you murmur, leaning forward and running a hand over his hair, trying to squeeze some of the water out.

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your fingers away from his head. “No touching.”

You pout, unbuckling yourself and scooting forward, pressing your face against his neck. “Kentoooo…”

You feel the change in his demeanor immediately. He tenses, and reaches back to grip your hair, yanking your head away from him.

“That’s it,” he hisses, and pulls the car into an empty parking lot, putting it in park.

He’s out of the driver’s seat instantly, coming around to the back, and climbing into the back seat.

You have to fight back your victorious grin, but he doesn’t have the same plans as you do, because he grabs you, and pulls you out of the car and into the rain.

“Kento—”

His mouth crashes into yours, and he grabs your chin tightly, his other hand holding your waist to his. You whimper into his mouth, trying to ignore the cold rainwater that’s certainly making your white dress translucent.

He pulls away just when you begin to shiver, then drags you around the car, putting you into the passenger seat and slamming the door. He appears back in the driver’s seat in an instant, his jaw once again set and eyes cold as ice.

“What happened to the no touching rule?” You grin, kicking off your heels.

“Better idea.”

He pulls back onto the road, eyes staying on the path ahead, all while his hand starts to make its way under your skirt.

You realize what he’s doing just as a finger plunges into you, sliding easily with your wetness. You groan loudly, whimpering as his thumb grazes your clit.

He slides in a second finger, and starts pulling them out and pushing them back in, all while stimulating your clit.

It hardly takes any time at all for you to be whimpering and grinding against his hand, gripping the door for support and leverage.

With a few more strokes and swipes of his thumb, that coil in your abdomen begins to tighten, your cunt clenching around his fingers. “Ah— oh, shit…”

Kento withdraws his hand, and you open your mouth to protest, then realize he’s pulled the car into your garage, and is putting it in park.

And he presses the garage door closing button.

And then waits, both hands on the steering wheel, as the garage door closes.

The second that the concrete meets the door, Kento turns his head to look at you, all needy and desperate with pleas begging to escape your lips.

“You really want me to be rough with you?” he asks, his brows stitched together in concern.

“Wherever would you have gotten that impression?” you drone, raising a brow sarcastically. “I want to get the ever-loving shit fucked out of me.”

“You want to be hurt?”

“A little. I liked last time,” you murmur, allowing your mind to slip back a little bit, back to that night that had left you both bruised and begging for more.

“There are better ways to go about this than pissing me off,” your husband narrows his eyes, jaw clenching.

“This is the authentic way.”

“You’re spoiled, you know that?”

“You’re hard as fuck, you feel that?” your eyes flick to the bulge under his pants zipper.

That’s enough to send Kento flying out of the car, and before you know it, he’s opening your door, dragging you out by your bicep.

You yelp, stumbling forward as his grip on you — which is covered in your slick — remains firm. He pulls you into the house, and your back is pressed against a wall immediately, his mouth on yours, hand around your throat.

Kento pulls you up the wall, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your aching cunt against his shirt. He roots his fingers in your hair, tugging just enough to be a bit painful.

Clearly he’s done waiting, because his dick is out within seconds, and he’s pulling up your dress. You whimper once the fabric is bunched up around your waist, gripping his shoulders.

“Please…”

“You think that’s enough?” he scoffs, tugging your hair and tilting your head back. “You flirt with another man, nearly let him touch you, act like a brat, and you expect me to just give it to you?” Nevertheless, he presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with the slightest bit of pressure.

“Fuck—” you whine, groaning softly. The hand holding you up digs into your skin. “I’ll be good— jesus, please. I need you.”

Kento slaps your ass, and then thrusts nearly his entire thick length in at once, causing you to cry out, tears coming to your eyes. He immediately starts a bruising pace, fucking you into the wall so god damn hard that a picture frame nearby rattles.

You whimper as his cock reaches that sweet spot once— and then again, and again, until you’re matching each thrust with a tilt of your hips and a moan.

“Fuck— there you go, baby,” he grits out, yanking on your hair. “Take it all.”

That familiar cool begins to tighten, your abdomen tensing as he picks up his pace even more, and you wonder how it’s possible — untll you look down and realize he’s using the tiniest bit of cursed energy to fuck the actual shit out of you.

“Cum for me, come on. You wanted this so bad, so cum on my dick.”

And that’s enough to send you tumbling over the edge, stars flooding your vision and a long string of curses leaving your lips like a prayer.

His thrusts grow a little sloppier, and he spills himself into you with a hiss, leaving little nips along your jawline.

“I’m not close to being done with you, just as a fair warning,” he growls, and then tosses you over his shoulder.

At this point, you’re half dead.

But also half alive, kept awake by Kento’s hands rubbing circles along your skin, the bubbly bath water tickling your breasts.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to a bruise on your shoulder.

You give a half-babbled response, leaning into his warmth more.

“Full sentences, please.”

“Mm.. I love you,” you manage, turning to face him. You press your face into his neck and inhale his scent.

“I love you too.”

A long pause comes, with Kento just rubbing circles into your bruised sides. Then, he speaks.

“Now, what did we learn?”

“That pissing off the husband results in mind-blowing sex.”

He draws a sharp breath in, and smacks your shoulder gently. “No, no. We learned that we don’t have to piss the husband off, we just have to use our words and plan a date for these things.”

“That’s not very authentic.”

“Do I have a shot at winning this?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Alright.”

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #nanami x wife!reader #smut #jjk smut #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami #f!reader #second person #cassiefromhell

973 notes · View notes

its-time-to-write · 1 year ago

Note

Hello! Maybe one where Nate kisses the reader like he did Keeley but they’re dating Jamie and he gets very upset but then they call him down and it’s sweet at the end ❤️

This one got real intense, real fast. Deals with some trauma after an unwanted kiss, so be discerning when deciding if you want to read this. Jamie’s really sweet, but this mostly ends up as a look at how it feels when someone does something you have a hard time laughing off.

i can’t breathe without you

It all happens so fast, really. One minute you’re alone in the boot room, talking to Nate about his day, and the next his lips are pressed against yours. Your entire mind freezes and all you can think is Jamie, and you must say something to that effect because Nate is bumbling through an apology, something about misreading signals and being an idiot, but what you’re really hearing is that he thinks any girl who is nice to him, is attracted to him.

You’re not.

He should have known, your mind reasons. He should have known you were with Jamie.

All rational thought is overshadowed by tears threatening to fall. You say, “I have to go,” and then flee the boot room, leaving Nate standing there all alone.

You’re not really sure where you’re going, but you’re running, pushing past people in an effort to just get out and get away from the feeling of his lips on yours.

I didn’t want it, you tell yourself. Didn’t want, didn’t want, didn’t want.

You knock into Ted in your rush. “Hey there, darling, you alright?” he asks, all fatherly concern. You nod your head once and then are gone, pushing through the door and out into the parking lot. You’re running, running fast. Anything to have control over the way your body feels, to hit the reset button, to forget.

Jamie will understand, he loves you, he’ll understand, your mind tells you.

You push it away, because now is not a time for hope. Jamie is a man, and they are all the same. Your ex, Connor, broke up with you when a boy kissed you at a frat party. Never mind that you were shoving him off you before his lips even made contact. Never mind that you had been trying to turn your head away. Never mind that he had seen the whole fucking thing and still decided that you were, in his words, “too easy.”

You’re so distracted by your thoughts and your desperate escape that you barely register Sam’s voice and sprint to catch you until his hand has reached for your arm and you violently shake it away, saying, “don’t touch me,” voice hoarse.

He instantly lets go and backs up, hands in the air.

You must look feral, eyes wide, hair flying. Face white.

Sam’s face has concern written all over it as he asks, softer, “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you say, just a bit too forcefully. “I’m fine, I just, his lips and I didn’t want it, I swear I didn’t, I didn’t even do anything, but I feel them, and I didn’t do anything I promise, please, please don’t tell Jamie.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until tears fall onto your shoe. Sam’s previous concern has nothing on how he is now. He is downright worried.

“Do you need me to call someone?” he asks.

“No!” you reply. “No. I’m fine. It’s just- Nate kissed me, and I promise I didn’t want him to, he just did, and it’s probably my fault but I love Jamie, not Nate, and I need him to know that, ok? I can’t, how am I supposed to keep going, I can’t-” You’re beginning to hyperventilate now. Sam’s hands are up, like he’s calming a wild animal.

“Hey. Hey now. Why don’t you sit down. It’s alright, it’s just you and me. Take a deep breath for me, alright? Follow my lead.”

You follow Sam’s directives and sit with your head between your legs. Sam takes a moment to type out a message to Coach Beard, while you’re distracted. It says, Find Nate before Jamie does, because who else would it be, and Sam knows Beard will be able to assess and handle the situation properly. Meanwhile, he’s got to calm you down.

—

Inside the locker room, Beard’s phone dings. He looks away from where Ted is talking to Jamie and then frowns. What are the odds this text is related to you bumping into Ted? Beard, betting man that he is, is sure they’re good. He goes to find Nate.

Nate is still in the boot room, acting as if nothing’s wrong.

He looks up in surprise when Beard walks in.

“Oh, um, hello,” he says. “Is everything alright?”

So he’s clocked Beard’s angry face. At least he’s not a complete imbecile.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Beard replies, arms crossed and face stony as ever. “What happened to Jamie’s girlfriend?”

One stammer from Nate is all Beard needs to hear.

—

Ted tells Jamie, and Jamie is livid. Ted’s phone dings with a help please text from Sam because he has no idea how to help you, and Jamie’s anger reaches a whole new level.

Beard thinks they should let Jamie have a go at Nate. Roy agrees, and thinks maybe Jamie could use some help. Nate isn’t present, Beard says something about being stuck in the boot room with the handle broken off. Ted knows Beard well enough to know exactly what happened, but now isn’t the time to comment. Beard has both punished and protected Nate, and there are more pressing things at hand. You, for starters. And Jamie, with murder on his mind.

“Jamie,” Ted says, “I’m gonna need you to listen real good. I don’t know your girl very well, but I do know she has a sweet spirit. You go out there guns blazing, and it’s just going to validate every crushing thought she has about herself.”

Jamie opens his mouth to speak but Ted puts up a hand. “Doesn’t matter that you’re not mad at her, she’ll take it that way. Things like this are tricky. You want her to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are 100% on her team.” Ted stops. “You are on her team, ain’t you?”

Jamie stares at him. “You think I fucking blame her for that prick mistaking her bein’ nice for flirting?”

Ted shrugs. “She ever told you ‘bout her last boyfriend? Matter of fact, she ever tell you about any of her other relationships? You might be surprised what kinda boys are out there pretending to be men. Now, I gotta go make sure she’s gonna be ok. You,” he points to Roy, “don’t let Jamie out till he’s calmed down. You,” he points to Beard, “go figure out a way to get Nate unstuck from the boot room.”

Beard says, “consider it done, Coach,” and Roy just grunts.

Ted is gone, and it’s just the three of them and their separate manifestations of their anger.

—

Your head is still on your knees when you hear footsteps approaching. Sam has been sitting on his haunches, two feet away from you. Close enough so you’re not alone, far enough to give you some space.

The footsteps make your head jerk up. The fear in your eyes is enough to break Ted’s heart. He’s never had a daughter, but he’ll be damned if this isn’t how a father must feel.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, crouching down, voice soft. “What can I do you for?”

His voice is just reminiscent enough of your own father’s that you launch yourself into his arms, crying.

“Sh, sh, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” Ted says. You have a death grip on him. “Just let it out.”

You’ve almost completely cried yourself out when Ted says, “What do you want to say?”

You pull away and sit back on the curb, hand covering half your face. You shake your head.

“It’s alright, darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just want to know what’s wrong so I can help.”

You choke out “Jamie,” and both Ted and Sam are surprised enough that neither of them know what to say. They wait for you to continue.

A few more tears fall before you say, “I just love him so much. I don’t want to lose him. I need him to know that I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want it. I wasn’t flirting, I swear. He just kissed me out of nowhere and I can’t get rid of the feeling, I just can’t-” You start wiping your lips violently with the back of your hand.

“Hey, hey listen- listen to me,” Ted says. You lower your trembling hand. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that your whole body is shaking.

“None of this, and believe me when I do say ‘none,’ is your fault. Jamie ain’t like those other boys you were with. He knows who you are. You did nothing wrong. He’s hopping mad, sure, but not at you. His hearts in the right place. He loves you, and I’m pretty sure if you gave him half a chance, he’d love you forever. There’s nothing that’s going to change that.”

You’re beginning to register Ted’s words. You’re glad he and Sam are out here, and that you’re not alone. Vaguely, you hear the building door open from across the parking lot. There’s a different set of footsteps now, running ones, that come to a crashing halt in front of you.

You flinch.

You hear Jamie inhale jerkily and dare to look upward.

He looks a mess, eyes red and hair mussed. He kneels down slowly to where you’re curled up.

He doesn’t even know where to begin with you flinching, but by god every breath Nathan Shelley draws is just one closer to his reckoning.

Jamie breathes out your name, and finally, finally, you make solid eye contact. He reaches for you, and you take his hand, letting him draw you into his lap.

He holds you and rocks back and forth, whispering into your hair while the others quietly get up and back away.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. It’s just you and me. I love you and I’ve got you.”

He’s got you, you tell your mind.

Yes, your brain agrees, he’s got you and he loves you.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

801 notes · View notes

silverzoomies · 3 months ago

Text

🤍⚡🤍⚡silverzoomies masterlist⚡🤍⚡🤍

⚡👾 (x-men) peter maximoff/reader 👾⚡

fics (nsfw):

▫ the sex pollen two parter ▫ car sex with fangirl reader ▫ he catches reader masturbating ▫ ding dongs and virgin reader ▫ he jerks off ▫ heatwave + he's a virgin ▫ he's trans and horny ▫ zombie monster girl!reader ▫ he and reader get smashed on halloween ▫ the phone sex two parter ▫ wandavision pietro identity crisis (also horny) ▫ he makes reader squirt ▫ truth serum drabble ▫ wardrobe malfunction drabble ▫ surprise donuts drabble ▫ cockwarming and jurassic park

fics (sfw):

▫ reader with a boombox ▫ he works at a video store, it's a stranger things crossover

headcanon lists (nsfw & sfw):

▫ random filthy headcanons ▫ more filthy headcanons: chubby reader edition ▫ silly headcanons: time travel edition ▫ silly headcanons: baker's edition ▫ silly headcanons: snack edition

(american horror story) (nsfw)

😢 🐦‍⬛ tate langdon/reader 🐦‍⬛ 😢

▫ ghost reader (also, he's aged up by a lot)

🧟 💀 kyle spencer/reader 💀 🧟

▫ dubcon zombie kink (dead dove, do not eat)

🎡 🦞 jimmy darling/reader 🦞 🎡

▫ some filthy headcanons

🔪 🩸 james patrick march/reader 🩸 🔪

▫ reader's just a simp the whole time ▫ some filthy headcanons

🤡 🚫 kai anderson/reader 🚫 🤡

▫ the mommy kink two parter ▫ rivals with benefits

#txt #masterlist

108 notes · View notes

jybyls · 9 months ago

Text

Date || E.M

Masterlist

Synopsis: Your girlfriend takes you out on a date for your 4 months anniversary.

Warnings: None, I think

Words: 1.2k ~

- 📜🎧🍂 -

I've been dating Emma for 4 months now. Today, she decided to take me in a date to celebrate our 4 months which I think is super cute but I'm kinda stressed because she didn't tell me where we were going I just know it's gonna be somewhere calm with no people, that's the only thing she told me.

Right now, I'm adding some details to the drawing I've made of Em for her. She once told me she loves my drawings and that she loves even more watching me draw, and since I can't stop drawing for her, her reactions are so adorable every time I give those drawings to her.

Em <3

Emma: Hey baby, look at your widow <3 - 10:23 a.m

I immediately smiled when I saw her notification, and my smile widened when I read the text. I jump off my chair and look through my widow and see my amazing girlfriend looking ever so beautiful. She's wearing a long dark orange dress with a little handbag on one hand and flowers with her phone on the other.

We smiled and waved at each other like idiots she pulled out her phone and took a pic of me.

Em <3

Emma: *photo*

Emma: You look breathtaking, darling - 10:25 a.m

I giggled and blushed before taking a pic of her, too

You: *photo*

You: You look like a dream, Em - 10:25 a.m

I looked up, seeing her rolling her eyes and smiling at my text, I laughed at her reaction.

Em <3

Emma: Are you coming down or what ? - 10:26 a.m

It was my turn to roll my eyes at her text. I took my bag with all my stuff in it, not forgetting the draw I made for her, I ran downstairs, taking my keys.

I open the front door, and Emma and I immediately start running toward each other's arms. She holds me by my waist slightly picking me up, my arms are hooked around her neck, and her face is buried in my neck.

"Happy 4 months, baby." She muffled, not moving her face from my neck. I giggle at her silliness. "Happy 4 months, Em." I said, pulling away to see her face. She looked at me, her eyes lighting up, and so did mine as we looked at each other's eyes before she leaned in kissing me passionately. A slow, loving kiss.

I pulled away apparently too quickly for her because she immediately chased my lips again. "Wait." I said, smiking. "What ? What's wrong ?" She asked, kinda worried, "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to give you this." I handed her the drawing, her eyes widen, her smile was so big I felt so content. "Oh my God ! Thank you so much, baby !" She said, bringing me to her embrace again. "You're welcome, sweetheart." I laughed, feeling her head dinging more in the crock of my neck. She pulled away and said "Well now my flower looks lame next to your art." Her lips forming a pout. "No, don't say that I love it." I tried to reassure her and pecked her pout away she smiled right after I did that.

"Shall we go, my love ?" I softly nodded, smiling at her as she took my hand and gave me the flower she brought me in the other hand. "Alright, let's go !" She opened the car door for me, I whispered a small 'thank you' she kissed my hand that she was still holding like I was a princess - her princess.

We've been driving for 30 minutes with calm music playing through the car's speakers. "We're almost there, but we're gonna have to walk a little." Emma said while stroking my thigh to get my attention. She quickly looked at me before putting her eyes back on the road. "Oh, alright. I can't wait to see where we're going to have our date !" I was genuinely excited and curious to see where she decided to take me. She gently took my hand and kissed it before saying, "You're gonna love it."

After parking the car, Emma told me we're gonna walk a little bit before arriving. Something like 10 minutes later, we finally arrived at the spot Emma chose for our date.

It was amazingly beautiful. I was looking around, not saying a word too speechless to speak from how amazed I am of the beauty of the place. "Soooo ? What do you think ?" Emma pulled me out of my thoughts, I looked at her as I was processing what she just asked me. I love how she didn't look stressed she was totally confident. She knew I would've love the place, and she's damn right. "I adore it, baby ! It's amazing. Thank you so much for bringing me here ! I want it to become our spot." I said, jumping in her arms, we were both smiling like crazy. "I'm glad so you like it y/n, and yes, it's going to become our spot." She said before kissing ne deeply but softly with her hands on my waist, holding me close to her. My arms were wrapped around her neck. "Ok, ok, let's set everything down because I'm getting hungry. Plus, I wanna see what you made for us." I said, pulling away from the kiss.

Emma's POV:

Y/n pulled away from the kiss a way too quickly for my liking, but the little giggling that came out of her mouth was worth breaking the kiss. Since I'm a good girlfriend, I did as I'm told and set everything down. I'm was getting stressed because what if she doesn't like what I made ? But I quickly brushed the thought away and focused on my girl, who was asking for my help.

- Time skip -

"I haven't eaten something this good in a whileeeee." Y/n laughed, which made me smile and chuckle at her comment. "I put everything I had for this to be good enough for you." I kissed her hand, which made her blush violently. "It's more than enough. Thank you so much, Em."

"You're very welcome, sweetheart. Do you wanna do something orrrr ?" I asked her, balancing our hands together. "Let's go to your place." She winked at me, and now I was the one blushing violently.

We arrived home around 1.20pm because someone apparently needed a new pair of headphones, and also because this someone wouldn't let me pay her the headphones. We "fought" about it for 20 mins. She eventually gave up and let me pay for it, but now she won't let it go.

"Baby, it's alright. I wanted to buy you these." I pitifully tried to make her pet go if the subject. "Yeah, I know, but you didn't have to, and I should be the one buying something anyway." She argued back, but I didn't understand what she meant. "Why shoul you be the one buying something ?" "Because you took me one a date, so I should buy something as a thank you, like it's unfair you take me one a date AND you buy me new headphones and I gave you nothing." She pouted at me. She actually looked upset. I cupped her face with both my hands and kissed her pout away, "Hey, it's alright. I wanted to do this for you, I don't want you to give me anything, and you already gave me something." She forwns her eyebrows, clearly asking me to continue.

"You gave me your time, and your love." She smiled and put her hands on mine. We both leaned to kiss each other.

That was the best day ever.

- 📜🎧🍂 -

A/n: Guys-

That was one of the first imagine, if not THE first thing I ever wrote, and I'm too goddamn lazy to rewrite this, so deal with it. (Hope you like it, tho)

Anyway, have a good day/night. Love y'all <33

#Spotify #emma myers #emma myers imagine #emma myers x reader #emma myers x fem!reader #oneshot

67 notes · View notes

ayeyolooo · 1 year ago

Text

Beyond compare <3

Warnings: please read before reading the story.

Mentions of the Bible. The reader is portrayed as a black female. (But anyone can feel free to read it!) mentions of church,if you aren’t comfortable with it then you may click off of it. If you don’t like it there’s literally nothing that can do.. oh! And please excuse my grammatical errors🩷.

You stood in the mirror trying to adjust your outfit because you were going out on a little picnic date with your boyfriend. He was the best boyfriend ever,he treated you so well. He would read to you, and read the Bible with you and go to church with you.

Your parents were extremely proud of you because you brought such an amazing man home. One thing that your boyfriend; ony stood by was his word. He was a strong man of God,and that made him wayyyy more attractive. You cleared your throat as you frowned at the brown sun dress that clinged onto your body. Your stomach had lower body fat which made you hate wearing dresses.

your phone had made a ding noise , so you turned your head and made your way to your bed. You plopped down with a sigh as you grabbed your phone from your white fluffy sheets and smiled when you seen who the message was from.

Ony <3:

Go and read songs of Songs

4:7 and 10

You grabbed your Bible and cleared your throat before flipping through the pages. Once you found the Bible verse your eyes scanned over it and your face went hot. You started to smile really hard. You immediately grabbed a highlighter from your desk, where the Bible was previously sitting on and highlighted the verses

4:7-you are altogether beautiful, my darling,there is no flaw in you.

4:10- How delightful is your love,my sister,my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine. And the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!

The way he complimented you was beyond compare. He was literally your dream boyfriend. You literally loved ony so much. You FaceTimed him,with your face in the camera just smiling.

Your chubby cheeks rose up having your cheek bones stick out. Ony answer it with a smile. “Wassup ma?” He answered as he drove. “You are so sweet.” He looked down at you and his golds were revealed. “I’m just telling you the truth,mama.” He said placing his phone on his lap as he continued to drive.

“I’m outside.” He said flashing you a smile,making his dimples deepen which made your cheeks go hot. “Imma be out in a bit I need to change my clothes.” You mumbled. “Lemme see whatchu wearing.” He said placing his car in park and giving you all of his attention. “Okay.” You said propping your phone up on your dresser and stepping back so that he could see your outfit. “What’s wrong with that mama?” His eyes full of confusion. You turned to the side showing off your lower belly. “This.” You pouted as continued to stare at it. “Y/n cut it out,you’re so gorgeous. The lord made you the way he made you. He finds you beautiful right along with me.”

“Stop thinking that your body looks bad,because it doesn’t.” Ony said staring at you in your eyes. Making sure that you heard what he said. “Okay?” He softly asked you. “Okay.” You softly spoke. “Speak up y/n, I wanna hear you say how beautiful you are.”

“I’m beautiful.” You said. “Again.” He simply said. “I’m beautiful.” You said this time actually believing yourself. “There we go mama.” He said.

“Now cmon for our food get cold.” Ony said whining. You just chuckled and slipped your feet into your slides and grabbing your cropped Jean jacket. You hung up and began to lock the door.

You made your way to his car with a smile on your face. He got out and smiled down at you. He opened his arms for you and you wrapped your arms around his stomach. His arms wrapped around your lower back. “Hiii my gorgeous girl.” He whispered pecking your forehead.

As the two of you hugged you could hear birds chirping,and airplanes flying around.

“Okay ready to go?” Ony asked walking you over to the passenger side and opening the door for you. “Yes.” You said smiling up at him.

Once the two of you were in the car it was a comfortable silence. “Y/n , you may see all these girls but you. You’re beyond compare.”

Hiii my babiesss! I tried something new and I like it :) did you like it? If you did I’m happy that you did!! You are so gorgeous, just as the Bible says. Whenever you think that you’re ugly remember that you’re the most beautiful thing in Gods eyes. Until my next post,see you soon babies🫶🏽.

#onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x chubby reader #aot x reader #aot x black y/n #aot x poc!reader #aot x black reader #ayeyolooo

201 notes · View notes

slamdunk-headcanons · 3 months ago

Note

Can you do a fujima hcs??

I find it very sad there isn't enough fujima hcs on Tumblr. And everytime I say one of my fave is also him, they just hit me w a side eye 😭

I find him super interesting as a character cuz he provides a perspective of the struggles as a player who's also the coach of the team, that he forgot to hone his own skills too (I forgot what ep was it said). He's a great character and im kinda mad my friends just calls him twink 😭

Heeey darling! I'm so glad you sent me a Kenji request! I looooove him too! I totally agree that he's an amazing character. He has a complex personality and an angsty plot would be perfect for him! He has a lot of human nuances that can make so many interesting plot ideas!

So as you didn't specified the theme, I chose dating hcs, ok? Hope you like it!

Fujima Kenji dating headcanons

Everything has to be perfect for Fujima. So obviously he gives his life and soul to be the best boyfriend ever™

So in the beggining, he really puts a lot of effort to do everything to make you feel comfortable, happy and loved. He does a lot of research to take you to best dates and places;

Buys you a lot of gifts. It starts simple and small but it evolves to some super fancy gifts, specially on Christmas, you birthday, Valentine's day and your dating anniversary;

And you just have to "Fujima CALM DOWN MY BOY"

You now have all the Shoyo basketball team players as body guards;

Everybody at school is super respectfull with you, specially guys. There are lots of girls that envy you but they don't dare do something to you because they fear Fujima reaction;

The most challenging part of dating Fujima is the funniest one. Fujima has a reputation and an image to mantain because of his insatiable pursuit for perfection. So you'll have to work a lot to take his perfect boy/boyfriend mask down. You'll have to work with a lot of love and trust to make him comfortable to act freely, without fearing each others judgment.

So imagine when you just get him to be that energetic boy who loves basketball freely ding what he wants in your dates;

At this point, he starts taking you to less fancy places, like a beach, or a park, or a simple ice-cream parlour;

I can see him even playing with you, like chasing you down at the beach to tickle attack you;

And that's definetly going to be the best part of his life!

Now I feel obligated to write a fanfiction about this

Masterlist/ Askbox open!

#slam dunk #slam dunk headcanons #fujima kenji #fujima kenji headcanons #fujima kenji x reader #shoyo #shoyo4 #slam dunk anime #slam dunk manga #the first slam dunk

21 notes · View notes

littlespacereader · 11 months ago

Text

I’m finally up to date with Doctor Who and I literally love the 15th Doctor and his vibe so much that I literally whipped this together in a day. I’m thinking of possibly making this a mini series like my Supernatural fic and just keep adding to it. Let me know what you think!! Please enjoy💞

The Cafe Caregiver ☕️🍼🍪

Caregiver!Fifteenth Doctor & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - regression refusal/acceptance, sippy cups, fluff, cybermen (at the end), cookies, the doctor has a thousand nicknames for you, he just finds you adorable, you wear his coat

Nicknames - darling, little one, sweetheart, munchkin, pumpkin, sweet one, love

Some people don’t understand that when it comes to a Little regressing, it isn’t always convenient or vise versa we want to regress but don’t have the time to do so.

I’m sadly the latter of the two options. I’ve spent the last four years in college, sometimes regressing at night after long tiring classes. Now right out of college I’ve been running from job to job, with little to no time to regress.

Regression, well, it started to become an afterthought. Not that I wanted it to, but life didn’t seem to be giving me an opportunity to pause and breathe enough to regress and relax.

Tonight was no different. I just finished another long and tiring work day at the office. Since I’m new I get the pleasure of staying super late, even after everyone else leaves. The life of an intern.

I was making my way down the building to head back to my flat. But I paused in the lobby, looking through the big tall windows at the pouring rain outside.

There was no rain in the forecast? How did I miss this? I mean I only have myself to blame. It’s London, of course it’s raining. And better yet, of course I don’t have a rain coat or umbrella or even a coat to help me stay warm.

So here I was, running like a wet dog down the side way, trying to catch the last bus to my apartment. I ran and I ran and I ran, as fast as my legs would take me down the dark sidewalk illuminated only by the street lamps.

My bus stop was in sight and better yet, my bus was parked right next to the sign. I waved my hands like crazy and yelled out to the bus to stay for just a second longer. But I watched as the bus took off.

I just froze and watched as my bus grew smaller and smaller into the distance. I stood, in the empty bus stop, in the pouring rain, with no jacket to keep me warm and no way home. I was completely in awe of the events.

I honestly wanted to cry. I just wanted to stomp my feet and start crying. But I couldn’t, not yet. I pushed my regression down for a moment. I need a place to gather my thoughts and figure out what I was going to do. But most importantly I needed to get out of the rain.

It was hard to see with the rain coming down as hard as it was. Plus it was late, most shops had turned in for the night.

Just as it felt as though all hope was lost, I spotted a tiny shop across the street with its lights still on. So checking both ways before crossing, I ran across the street and over to the cafe.

The door flung open with a little ding of the bell on top announcing my presence to everyone inside. That…being…no one. The cafe was shockingly empty. You would think it would be full of people like myself trying to escape the rain.

I wiped my feet as best as I could on the mat, I made my way over to the counter. I wrapped my arms infront of me, trying desperately to keep myself somewhat warm. But it was hard to when I was soaking wet and they had the ac on for some reason. Needless to say I started to shiver badly.

I stopped at the counter and looked around. There was no one to be seen. The place was empty. There was no one at the front and there was no noise of people working in the back. The place would’ve been silent if it wasn’t for the soft music playing from a radio on the counter.

There was a bell on the counter next to the register. Maybe they really didn’t know someone was at the front? Just when I went to hit the tiny bell…

Ding!

The bell to the front door dings as a man enters the cafe He paused at the door and takes in my soaked form. Then he said something that made my heart sink and my body freeze.

“Little one, what happened to you?” He asked so genuinely concerned.

I just stared back at I’m utter shock. No one in my life knows about my regression, no one. And here he was saying it so out in the open as if I had a name tag that said “Y/N, a Regressor”

“What?” I asked as my brain started to spiral out. Maybe I just heard him wrong. Maybe I was imagining things.

“Why are you soaking wet? You’re going to catch a cold! Here,” He pulled off his long tan leather coat and draped it across my shoulder. “This should keep you warm.”

He talked with such a gentle and caring tone. He spoke as if he had knew me for years. The coat felt so warm and cozy around my frozen figure. It was almost like a weighted heating blanket.

Finally I found the courage to talk out of my shock, “I didn’t know it was going to rain.” I said with a voice that sounded so small and vulnerable.

“Didn’t-Didn’t know it was going to rain? In London?” He chuckled. “Darling how long have you been here? It’s always going to rain in London. It’s hard to have a clear day here.”

“I…I didn’t remember to bring an umbrella.” I looked down as I tried to stop myself from crying. There was something about the man that just made me start to regress immediately, like the straw that broke the camels back. I felt like I couldn’t hold back anymore. Especially not after everything that’s happened up till this.

“Oh. Oh sweetheart it’s okay. It’s okay, you’re okay. Come here.” He held his arms out for me and I immediately went into them.

He wrapped me in a tight hug as I just cried into the man’s neck. He rubbed my back and rocked me as he whispered reassurance to me. “It’s okay darling. It’s okay. You’re safe, I promise.”

After letting all the terrible and sad emotions out, I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked back at the kind man. He smiled with a warm look of compassion and kindness. He caressed my cheek and wiped the tears away.

“I’m sorry,” I started to say.

“There’s no need to be.”

“I’ve…I’ve just had a horrible day. My job keeps me so late unnecessarily, I didn’t know it was going to rain so I’m soaked, my bus left me here and now I…I don’t know what to do.” I cried to him. I shook my head as more tears fell.

“You don’t need to worry any longer about any of that. We’re going to get you warmed up and back home safe in no time. Okay?” He smiled moving his hands from holding my face to holding my hands in his.

I nodded my head and squeezed his hands back. For having just met the Caregiver I felt an overwhelming feeling of safety with him.

“But for now I have to ask, it’s been a while since you’ve regressed hasn’t it?”

I nodded again, feeling almost ashamed at the admission.

He hummed in agreement, “You don’t need to worry anymore. I’m here to help make it all better Little one. You just regress and I’ll take care of everything else okay?”

Oh God how I wanted to scream yes, how I wanted to just start crying again because someone could see me for what I was, which is an overwhelmed Regressor.

But I settled for a nod again and a small smile.

But there was still some unanswered questions that stopped me for a moment. For example, “Wait,” I squeezed his hand again. “How did you know?”

“Know what darling?”

“That I’m a Regressor? How did you know?” I mean this guy literally just walked in, looked at me and immediately was like “Oh look a Regressor!”

“Where I’m from regression isn’t something so hidden or lesser known than you think. Truth be told I haven’t seen a Regressor like yourself in a long time. It was a refreshing change seeing you. I guess the Caregiver side of me couldn’t stop itself from helping. I’m sorry if I was a bit to forward.”

I shook my head, “No, don’t be. I think your just what I needed, especially after everything.”

He smiled, “Good, I’m honored to be.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“I’m the Doctor,” he smiled, “What’s your name sweet one?”

“I’m Y/N.”

“It’s lovely to meet you Y/N. Now, let’s get something warm in you. My coat is warm but it’s not enough to keep a cold away.”

With my hand in his, he lead me back to the abandoned counter of the cafe. “I think a nice cup of tea would be good for the both of us don’t you think?”

He stopped and looked around the quiet cafe. I chimed in, “I don’t think anyone’s here. When I arrived there was no one around and there still isn’t.”

“Strange… Did you ring the bell?” He points out.

I shook my head. “I was about to before I met you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting you. Would you like to do the honors?” He gestures to the bell.

I couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. Of course my little self wanted to ring the hell out of that bell, so I did. I hit the bell once, no one came over. So I rang it about another 50 times. Still nothing.

I looked back at The Doctor confused and he looked at me just as confused. Just as he was about so say something a man appeared out of no where.

“Good evening,” the man said in a robotic tone, “How many I help you?”

The man looked human but there was something very off about him. He talked like a robot, he was emotionless and I don’t think he was even blinking. I stared at the guy as I tried to figure out what he was or if he was actually human.

“Hey,” The Doctor nudged me, “It’s rude to stare you know.”

“Is he even real?” I whispered to The Doctor.

“Of course he is! He’s standing infront of us isn’t he?” He pointed out, but it didn’t answer my questions.

But before I spoke up again, he began to order for us, “We’ll get two cups of tea, one in the cup and another in a sippy cup. I’ll take a croissant and they’ll take a chocolate chip cookie.”

I immediately pulled on his arm, “A sippy cup?!”

He looked at me with a raised eye brow, “Do you think you’re old enough to be holding a glass tea cup right now?”

I looked at him with a defiant look and he looked back at me with the same eye brow raise. But the problem is he was right and he knew and I knew it.

So instead of admitting he was right, I just started to blush and turn my head and body toward his shoulder.

I could hear the smirk in his voice, “That’s what I thought love.” He looked over at the robot…I mean the guy, “That will be it for us thanks.”

“Please have a seat. I will return with your items shortly.”

With that The Doctor led us over to a booth to sit in. Once seated I looked back over at the counter and the guy seemly disappeared again.

“Are you sure he’s not a robot?”

“What if he is? What would be the issue with a robot?”

“What is a robot doing working at a café in London?! And why does it look so lifelike?!” I asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Maybe he couldn’t find work on other planets?” He suggested.

That stopped me for a moment, “Other planets?”

“Here is your order sir,” the robot…I mean guy appeared out of thin air. It was so much of a surprise that I jumped a bit from the shock of it.

“Here we are,” The Doctor said taking all of our cups and plates from the tray, “Thank you very much.” He said paying the bill to the very real guy.

“Please let me know if you need anything else.” And with that the robot guy walked away.

“Strange,” I said more to myself than to anyone else.

Before I could even touch anything The Doctor waved this strange device over our food and drinks before looking at it. The device was blue and it made a weird noise.

“What’s that?” I asked with a tilt of my head.

“This is my sonic screwdriver. It can scan for dangerous things and can unlock plenty of other things.”

“Are…do you think the robot guy poisoned us?”

“No! No, the “robot guy” is just that, a robot guy who serves us tea. But with everything in life I like to keep a close and careful eye out for anything.” He explained.

“Like a certain someone trying to sneak a piece of cookie before they’ve had a drink of their tea.” The Doctor added with the raise of an eye brow.

I pulled my hands away from the cookie and blushed like crazy being caught in the act. I turned and picked up my sippy cup. The cup made me feel so Little. The cup, the way the Doctor was caring for me, it all seem to hit me like a train at that moment.

Here I was sitting at a public cafe with a sippy cup in hand and being taken care of by a Caregiver. It was enough to really have me sink into my headspace.

Soon regression started to sink around me like nice warm weighted blanket. I leaned back in the booth and started to drink the nice warm tea from the sippy cup.

The Doctor sat across from me with a smirk on his face as he sipped his own tea. “See,” he said putting his cup down, “You have nothing to worry about. Just let me take care of everything for you munchkin while you take the time you need to regress okay?”

I nodded, still not letting the sippy cup fall from my lips. The tea was amazing and just what I needed to warm me up.

The Doctor leaned forward and started to break apart my cookie into smaller easier pieces to eat. Once finished the two of us started to dig in. I ate the small pieces of my cookie while he ate his croissant.

Soon the two of us were finished. It was getting late, and between that and the nice warm cup of tea and jacket I was slowly starting to nod off at the table. Something that didn’t miss The Doctor’s careful attention.

“I think it’s about time we get you back home and in bed. Don’t you think?” The Doctor smirked.

I nodded, taking the empty sippy cup and putting it back on the table. The Doctor and I stood up from the booth, but right away he could see I wasn’t too strong on my feet. So he decided to lend a hand.

“Is it okay if I pick you up pumpkin?” He politely asked.

I nodded right away, too tired to want to walk back to my flat anyway.

The Doctor lifted me up and onto his hip with ease. “There we go,” I heard him say as I started to relax against him.

He turned to the interesting robot guy, “We’re all set here. Thank you again. Cheers.” And with that he walked us out of the café.

The robot guy continued to watch as we left.

~~~

Thankfully the rain had stopped. The Doctor walked down the deserted sidewalk with me in his arms half asleep. “Now, where do you live?”

I mustered all the energy I could and lifted my head up to tell him the address. Once I did I looked up and over The Doctor’s shoulder to see the café worker. I jumped in The Doctor’s arms which soon got his attention too.

He turned around and witnessed the man. We were a bit away from the cafe now thankfully. With his hair pulled back we could see there was something attached to his face. Something silver with blue lights.

“Doctor?” I asked as anxiety gripped me. I held onto him a little tighter.

“We’re…we’re going to have to make a little detour to your flat Y/N.” He said in a voice that was doing a poor job of covering up worry.

“Hold onto me tightly.” He instructed before he took off down an alley way running. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head against his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” I asked in a trembling voice.

“It seems our cafe friend seems to be working for an old enemy of mine called the Cybermen.”

“Cybermen? Who are the Cybermen?”

“Something we don’t want to meet and something too scary for someone as young as you right now. But there’s no need to worry. I promised to take care of you and I never break my promises.”

He continued to run from one alley way to another. In the distance I could hear mental feet marching toward us.

“Where are we going?”

“Well I can’t bring you back to your home with the Cyberman following us. But that just means I’ll have to bring you to my home.”

“Your home?”

I lifted my head up and looked ahead of us. There was nothing there. The alleyway was empty except for an old blue police telephone box at the end of it.

48 notes · View notes

andheresthething · 2 years ago

Text

Crazy For You, Oh Boy

Summary: Nightowl dotes on you when you come to visit.

[Established Relationship] [Long-Distance Relationship] [Domestic Fluff] [Reunions] [Pet Names] [Kissing] [Cuddling & Snuggling] [Literal Sleeping Together] [Sexual Innuendos] [Househusband Energy] [No use of y/n] [Fem Reader]

•·················•·················•

Notes:

This is super rambly and drawn out but it's just loads of Nightowl fluff. Would appreciate feedback as I'd like to keep writing lil fics for my favorite Blooming Panic boy, carpal tunnel allowing.

Also, obligatory character playlist plug because I love it. Title comes from a lyric from a song on there :)

Reposted from AO3

●▬▬▬▬▬๑⇩⇩๑▬▬▬▬▬●

You impatiently stared out of the window as the car turned into the parking lot of an apartment complex. As it comes to a halt, you could not have gotten out of it sooner. Grabbing your backpack, you thanked the driver before closing the door. You went around to the back, opened the trunk, and hauled out a duffel bag. As overworked as you were, your wallet be damned if you paid for a checked bag, not that you really needed it anyway. Slamming the trunk closed, the car drove off. With your backpack on and the world's heaviest duffel bag slung over your shoulder, you practically ran towards the entrance of the building.

Once inside, you rocked your feet back and forth as you waited for the elevator to come to the ground floor. While your destination was only one floor away, your cargo would kill you before making it up half a flight of stairs, not to mention how much a long, cramped flight takes out of you. After an agonizing wait, the elevator arrived with a ding. You hopped in and repeatedly pressed the door close button, knowing full well that doing so would not speed up the process at all. Pent-up excitement was being taken out on your phone via death grip as the elevator went up. Another ding allowed your phone to live another day. With an exit now available, your speed walking to your destination rivaled that of senior citizens at the mall at 7 in the morning. Halting yourself in front of the door, you knocked.

“Hold on!” Nightowl shouted from the other side. Some faint chaos bleed through the door for a moment before the door swung open. You immediately flung yourself onto the person in front of you, enveloping him in a bear hug forceful enough to push him back a step or two. “Woah, hey there, cutie. I missed you so much,” he laughed, reciprocating the hug with the same amount of love.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you more, sweetheart,” you spoke into his neck. The two of you stayed in the hug a moment longer before moving slightly apart, still enough to hold each other. Nightowl leaned down for a kiss, that you happily gave. Though short, both of you had been dying for it.

“Glad you’re back home, things just feel so off when you’re not here.”

“I know, just a few more months, and we never have to do this again,” you smiled at him, lifting yourself slightly for another kiss. When you broke apart, a playful pout was on his face.

“Why can't you just stay here now,” he whined, tightening his grip on your waist slightly. Even after finishing his graduate program, he still acted like a little kid at times. You loved his playful demeanor, though.

“Because my sadist job is trying to kill me before I can leave,” you responded, starting to sway the two of you. “At least the new one will be much better.”

“Mmh, can’t wait till then. But, in the meantime, I will be a chivalrous gentleman and take your bags so that you can take a nice, long shower. I’ll order some food after, and we can have a quiet night in.”

“Ah, you’re truly wonderful, darling.”

“Only the best for you, cutie,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips.

Letting go of each other, you immediately dropped your bags onto the floor and handed Nightowl your phone. While you kicked off your shoes, Nightowl took your bags back to the bedroom. You quickly made your way back to the bathroom. With as often as you visited, it was easier to get a second shower brush and share toiletries than lug your own back and forth. Given that Nightowl wasn’t the 20-in-1 type of guy, you didn’t have to worry about your hair being dry and skin breaking out.

As you took your long-deserved shower, Nightowl put himself to work unpacking your things. Putting your clothes in his closet, your phone and laptop on his desk and charging them, accessories on his own stands, and whatever else you had brought in their rightful places. While the majority of the time he wouldn’t do these things for himself, for you, he spends a full day getting his place clean up for your arrival. Not to say that he was a slob, but the life of an architect could be very demanding. He sometimes joked with himself that if his carrier fell through he would be the perfect househusband for you.

Eventually, your shower ended and you went across the hall in your towel to get changed. Walking into the bedroom, you’re greeted with Nightowl laying on the bed, scrolling through the several options on DoorDash. He looked up at you and grinned. “You’re looking good, cutie. I unpacked everything for you while you were in there.”

“Absolutely wonderful you are,” you hummed, making your way over to the closet to pick out something to throw on for the night.

“For you, anything,” He stared at you, nothing but adoration filling his eyes as you grabbed your clothes. “Want me to close my eyes?”

“If you don’t mind,” you responded. Although you have seen each other in every state of undress imaginable, he still felt the importance of privacy whenever wanted. You appreciated his care, especially given your history of mediocre relationships with people who couldn’t bother with those sorts of things. When he closed his eyes, you quickly got yourself dressed in a random t-shirt of indeterminate ownership and the sluttiest pair of plaid pajama pants you could find. “You’re good now,” you spoke, starting to dry your hair off with the towel you wore into the room. At your command, Nightowl opened his eyes to look at you once more.

“I think I like this combo better than the towel.”

“I tried with the pants.”

“And you succeeded,” he chuckled. “So, did you think over what you want for dinner?”

“Hmm,” you began as you continued to dry your hair, “You craving anything?”

Nightowl shook his head, “Not really, I’m good with whatever.”

“Then can we get something from that one Chinese place over by that one bookstore?” you asked cheerfully.

“Sure thing, cutie. The usual?”

“Yes, please. Thank you, love!”

Nightowl went back to his phone to place your order while you went back to the bathroom to hang your towel. When you returned, he set his phone down and patted the spot next to him. You lay down next to him, moving closer to lay your head on his chest.

Nightowl wrapped an arm around your waist. “How was your flight?" he asked.

"About as good as it can get with two babies on board."

"Aw man, sorry you got stuck with that.”

"At least your neighbors don't have kids."

"I don't think I could have made it through grad school if they did. I hope the shower relaxed you some though," he said, starting to rub your stomach with his thumb slightly.

"Not as much as lying here with you right now," you smiled at him.

“Pretty girl on my chest and she’s this sweet? I won at life being able to have you all to myself.” Your face went pink at his words. Although he said things like that all the time, it never failed to make you feel like a dumb teenager when he did. The best you could do was let out a small whine in response. “Aww, and you’re all flustered by that? You’re killing me here, cutie.”

“Oh, shush, it’s just 'cause I haven��t seen you in months.”

“Sure, if you say so,” he hummed.

The two of you continued to talk about random topics as you waited for your dinner. Due to the wonders of technology and neither of you possessing the ability to be okay with not calling every day, there wasn’t anything exactly big to catch up on. A little while longer went by until Nightowl got a notification that the driver was at the building. The two of you got up, he to acquire the food, and you to grab drinks and pick out the entertainment you would be promptly ignoring. After a decent look in the fridge, you grabbed two beverages of choice and plopped yourself onto the couch.

You waited a moment longer before Nightowl came back with the food. He brought the bag to the couch and rummaged through it to hand you your food along with a pair of chopsticks graciously provided by the restaurant. You, starving, started eating before he even got around to opening his food.

“God, I’ve missed this so much,” you started between chews, “Seriously, this place has the best Chinese food I’ve ever had.”

“And here I was thinking you meant eating takeout with me,” he joked.

“I suppose I missed that too, but I don’t know, this lo mein is pretty fucking good,” you shot back. With his free hand, Nightowl placed a hand on his chest and leaned back, closing his eyes.

“Oh, I can’t believe she loves egg noodles more than me!” he remarked. You giggled a bit in response.

“Fine, perhaps I love the current activity more than egg noodles.”

“Just the activity?”

“You’re not gonna make me say this, are you?”

“How else would I know if you don’t say it out loud, to my face?” The little antic of his was one reminiscent of one faithful night in the call channel of the Bloomic server. Over time, you learned that he loved to pull this type of line either to get you flustered over little things or annoy the shit out of you.

“Fine, I definitely absolutely, love you, Nightowl, more than egg noodles or eating egg noodles in your presence,” you playfully groaned out.

“You hear that? She loves me more than egg noodles!” he shouted. You smiled at his response. Though a cute moment, it was quickly ended by a banging from the wall in front of you.

“Shut the fuck up in there!” A neighbor shouted through the wall. The two of you stared at each other in surprise before Nightowl yelled a quick apology back.

“That’s the second neighbor you’ve pissed off by boasting about my love for you,” you said after a moment.

“I would happily piss off several more if it means I can brag about you,” he said, going back to finish his food, “Granted, as long as it doesn’t get me evicted.”

You chuckled. “Good call.”

As time went on, you continued mindless banter accompanying the completion of your meals. Even once finished, the two of you sat together and talked for what seemed like forever. You even managed to squeeze out some information, albeit, fairly vague, about the dates he had planned for the two of you during your stay. At some point, all the travel and excitement of the day had gotten the better of you. While you did try to hide it, a yawn gave your state of energy away to Nightowl.

“I saw that, cutie. A queen needs her beauty sleep.”

“Says you.”

“I’ll have you know that I still get my full 8 hours every night,” he asserted.

You chuckled, which turned into another yawn. “Maybe so, but you still live life in another time zone.”

“When you’re here, it gets a bit more normal.”

“Really?” you thought for a moment, “Huh, I guess it does. Wonder why?”

“Maybe it’s cause I worry about your well-being in terms of sleep so much that it rubs off on me,” he pondered.

“If taking care of me gets you to take care of yourself, then I'm all for it,” you smiled at the sweetness of it all.

Nightowl got up and started collecting the empty containers, “You go on to bed, I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm, you come first, cutie.”

You got up from the couch, “Absolutely the best to me.”

You cupped his face, giving him a peck on the cheek before making your way to bed. Little did you know, but that small act of affection melted Nightowl’s heart. Blushed, he took a moment from cleaning up to compose himself. He didn’t exactly know why he reacted with the fuzzy, teenager-in-love feeling, but he welcomed it nonetheless. He picked up the pace to join you just slightly sooner.

While he was finishing up, you had practically thrown yourself into bed, the exhaustion finally hitting you. You got yourself comfortable and passed the time looking around the room, studying what’s changed since you last visited. Though a tad boring, you didn’t exactly possess the brain power to check your phone and retain anything.

Eventually, a blonde figure caught the corner of your eye. You turned to face your beloved Nightowl as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He turned off a small desk lamp, allowing the fairy lights over his bed to illuminate the room. You sleepily pat the spot next to you, which he happily filled, snuggling as close to you as he could. The sparking of the lights above the two of you reflected in his brown eyes. Even in your extremely groggy state, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend.

“You ready to sleep?” he mumbled, seeming to try to hide a yawn of his own.

“Yeah,” your eyes were already fluttering closed. Nightowl brought an arm around you and planted a kiss on the top of your head. “Maybe tomorrow you can be the activity I love.”

“I will most definitely make sure that becomes true,” he smiled, “Goodnight, cutie.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

The warm lights illuminated the two of you drifting off to sleep together for the first time in months. All became still in that apartment, and for a night, all was right in the world.

#blooming panic #bloomic #blooming panic fanfic #bloomic fanfic #nightowl #blooming panic nightowl #bp nightowl #bloomic nightowl #blooming panic x reader #nightowl x reader #bp nightowl x reader #bloomic nightowl x reader #sfw

199 notes · View notes

twigg96 · 1 year ago

Note

can i req hcs for pickles with an s/o who has scars on their thighs and got shamed for it by their parents

Hello my sweet anon. Of course you can have a HC with darling Pickles!

TW: Scars, Past: Self Harm, Past: Self Mutilation, Off Screen: Shaming, Shitty Parenting

When the two first met at a meet and greet Pickles just knows that this person is someone special. Someone to keep his eye on. So he, unlike himself, handed over his personal number to this complete stranger to call him for ya know a good time. Days passed and with no word from his mysterious muse he put them to the back of his mind.

That is until suddenly a text popped up on his phone at the most respectable time of 3 AM. It was his brand new friend! Pickles was so excited! To be honest he wasn't really expecting a late night booty/drug call but hey? Who was he to be picky right? Answering their simple "Hey... its [Future S/O] sorry to bug you" With an overenthusiastic "It's nbd! I never sleep XD LOL JK... Anyway... how are ya 2night?" He was a little surprised when he saw the chat bubble on his partner's end of the conversation come to life then disappear then reappear as if they had to think about how they wanted to reply. "Ok... just needed someone to talk to ya know. XD" Pickles smiled at his screen his thumbs moving faster than his mind. "Well u can always chat with me anytime." Throughout the rest of the night Pickles was connected by the palm to his phone talking to his new friend. Discovering new and exciting things about each other. Divulging secrets he'd never told anyone besides the band. He didn't know why... but they felt trustworthy... like they were someone he could really be himself with.

Weeks turned into months with Pickles glued to his phone. At some points it actually impacted his recording sessions when his phone dinged in the studio and either ruined a half assed take or a good one that Pickles just froze in his tracks causing the studio department to groan but at least know they could splice two halves of a song together to get something out of it.

Eventually the day came that Pickles craved meeting his S/O in person again. Properly this time. On a date maybe? He wasn't entirely sure but he knew he wanted to see them again. So without a second thought he invited them out on a nice evening stroll. No pressure. Just a little weed smoking walk. His S/O immediately agreed but on the stipulation that he had to be the one to pick them up, because they didn't have access to transportation at the time.

When Pickles arrived to their place he was a little surprised to find that all the lights in the house were shut off. He wasn't completely shocked. His S/O wanted to be picked up at 2 in the morning and even he understood that was an uncouth time to be taking a leisurely stroll around the block. However when a single light flicked on in the house and the silhouette of a person slipping out of their bedroom window caught his eye, he was hit with a nostalgia that left a strange pit in his stomach and a weird tinny metallic taste in his mouth and not in a good way. Screams from inside the house startled Pickles as his partner sprinted to the car, flinging open the door. Once they were in they were frantic tears streaming down their face. "Drive! Just drive please!"

Pickles refused to comment on the shit show he just witnessed for the first few hours the two were out together. He had just wanted to take a walk and get high damn it! But as his S/O sat beside him in the passenger seat taking deep breaths and trying their damnedest to calm down, Pickles knew he had to address the issue. "Hey..." He started softly, glancing over at his friend as he pulled into an abandoned parking lot of a Kroger's. "Wha' the hell is goin' on? Ya never said you were attempting a prison break." Pickles attempted to joke. But it was poorly received as his partner simply sobbed through the laughter shaking their head. "Prison sounds just about right." They managed to get out, rubbing their legs and their arms for any semblance of calm. Pickles hummed understandingly but he refused to meet their eyes. Normally with anyone else... anyone less important to him he would have bolted in a second, went tight lipped and either changed the subject, pulled out the weed, and pretended everything was dandy. But by the way his partner was acting the way they were moving, holding themselves and touching their legs so gingerly... he just wanted to be sure.

Reaching over and gently touching their thigh, he sighed as they winced away. "You know I'd come bail you out whenever you need right?" He asked so softly it was barely above a whisper. His eyes met theirs and for a moment he was sure they were going to step out of the car and walk away... and who would blame them. In another life, in his teens he would have done the same thing. He would have bolted from the hand that fed him because he'd never known an iota of kindness that never needed to be repaid. Why should he expect anything different from his friend who needed help now? But despite all the odds they leaned across the center console and hugged him close holding him tight. He could feel their tears staining his shirt at his shoulder, their hair caressing his cheek and tickling his nose, he could smell their sweet shampoo, and feel their arms tighten across his chest. Wrapping his arms around their waist he held them as close as the constraints of the car would allow. "Thank you." They whispered softly.

It had been a few hours now. Emotions had had a chance to simmer and cool. With the help of the sick weed and the sun roof on Pickles' car the two melted back in their seats laying them back as far as they possibly could go to stare up at the constellations in the sky and the shooting stars. Pickles mumbled some crazy cracked out conspiracy theories about how there was life on other planets and that little green men were probably smoking space weed right as they were smoking earth weed. The concept of it all made his friend laugh and giggle nonstop beside him, bubbly with the effects of the weed. But as the silence of the night fell upon them again, his partner grew somber once more. "Ya know..." They started, kicking one leg up onto the windshield despite Pickles' best efforts to tell them that their bare feet were going to leave a very conspicuous print.

"My parents can be such douchebags..." They went on to start pulling up their torn jeans and for a moment in his blissed out mind Pickles thought he might maybe be getting lucky. That is until he saw them. A myriad of faded scars littered his S/O's beautiful skin and Pickles' couldn't help but feel a twang in his heart. He had suspected from their reactions earlier in the night... but he didn't want it to be true. Sitting up on an elbow Pickles sighed, reaching over carefully, Pickles stopped, hovering over their thigh, meeting their eyes waiting for permission before he touched them. He knew how sensitive, both mentally and physically scars could be. But as his partner brough their hand down to his own, letting him touch their scars had to admit he felt a little honored knowing that maybe he was the first they felt so comfortable with. "My parents freaked when they saw them last night..." They mumbled. "Thing is... I haven't... ya know... for over a year. I was actually feeling good with my body and just wanted to wear shorts around the house. But now-" They cut themself off with a sigh shaking their head as if the whole thought itself was silly. But Pickles. Pickles was having none of it. "Bull shit, Sticks!" Pickles huffed, using his nickname for them to try and drive the point a little deeper and shuffling in his seat to sit up properly, making the car rock in it's parked position. "That's sick as fuck that your scars are healed! It's even cooler that you've been clean fer a year!" He yelled, banging his fist into the car's roof. "Fuck! I've only been clean once and it was for like... a week. But that was fer drugs and shit so don't count that..." He mumbled making his partner laugh. Pulling his sweatbands from his wrists he showed them his own long since faded scars. "But... I have been clean at least this fer a few years with the help of my friends and Charles... He lets me smash lamps... Whet I'm trying to say is. I know how feckin' hard it is, Sticks. Don't ever doubt yourself, your worth, or your bangin' body just because of some scars. They made us who we are today. Fuck whoever else is out There trying to tell us who to be or what to wear because of them. I think yer amazing so don't forget that! I only wear these cause I got weak wrists and I got the arthritis." Pickles said confidently as his partner pulled him down to their lips kissing him hard and deep.

The next morning came too fast. Clothes spilled out of the windows of Pickles' beater car and onto the pavement of the Kroger's parking lot. Faint tapping is what awoke Pickles bright and early at the ungodly hour of 10AM from his place of slumber in the back seat, naked but covered with his emergency blanket atop his S/O. "Sir... we got a call about two cases of public indecency... can you please at lease put pants on and vacate the premises... there are children here."

#thank you anon #asks are always open #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse headcanons #pickles fanfic #metalocalypse #thank you for the ask!#dethklok #pickles the drummer

25 notes · View notes

slumber-lexifer · 1 year ago

Text

Messy massacre

Male Yandere x reader gn

[Warning lot of death and gore]

You were running in the woods in the middle of nowhere, there has to be a place nearby, you don't know how long you been running,you ran at sunset was up and now the moon is out, your bear foot you don't care for that, he could find you ,it's late at night and the only sound is you footsteps and panting,and crickets in the background, you see a faded light down a hill leading down you pick up your strength and push on out rough pointy sticks, rocks on forest floor, to the cold street cooling you aching bleeding feet,a petrol station your saved

you run over to the front, sliding door opens smooth cold white tiles meet your feet are probably bleeding you look around sweating, you run to the cashier you probably look crazy

"Mx are you okay l have to ask you to leave if you on drugs-"

"HELP ME PLEASE!" You cry out

"Are you in trouble holy shit l can get my boss who's here!" She walk in the back office

Another customer walk up he looks like an old lumbar jack "mx l can help lm use to be a sheriff lm retired are you in any trouble?"

"Pleaselneedtohidethereafterme" you rush the words in a panic

"You need to slow down take a breath in and out" he said calmly

You take in breath in and it still doesn't help with anxiety the worker and boss comes out

"Help me please l got kidnapp he's after me lm y/n l need to hide" you look around frantically

The boss speaks up "you can hide in my office" the boss opens his door

The retired sheriff ask "do you know were you where" he say this walk behind you in the office,You hide under a table, shaking,still you can still speak your also cold, the sheriff notice, and take of his leather jacket big compared to you "hay kid you can call me nick" you look around it's a small office,but you feel safe under the table, the side are blocked and next to the door a table, infront of you aswell is table with security computer,

He came back home after going grocery shopping, he had the bags of food, and walk up to his front door left open, of course he panicked, what if something bad happens to you,he blame himself, they know they should of put cameras in the house, they expected it your just confused,this is you new home now, you just didn't settle in yet, cause they didn't do anything wrong, they look down to the ground at you footprints of cause he knows it leads to Woods.

"oh darling you must be afraid what if some pervert is out there forcing themselves on you" that thought snap them into a red rage grabbed there axe, and off they went you don't have to keys to his van so he guessed were you can be trying to get back to that crappy apartment, so the nearest place he can think of,

"Ding dong" the door slides open your hiding in the office you flinch eveytime the door opens, thinking if it's him,

The boss spoke up "don't worry l called the police there on there way in 20 minutes"

You nod the employee had to work,the sheriff spoke up "so describe him?"

A tall lanky man with long black hair skinny with blue eyes who entered the patrol station, axe behind his back ,looking around, until his craze eyes met the cashier, he walk up to her

"Welcome sir" she looks out the window his van is parked in the wrong spot

"Um excuse have you seen a y/n there this height" he used his free hand to describe there height

"Uh no sorry sir not at all" she got nervous holy shit is that the kidnapper the person was talking about she can't freak out she sweating when she lies,

The retired sheriff walk out he stood in place to see the exact description of what they told him he cough up "sir l need to ask you what you doing?"

"TELL ME WERE ARE THEY WERE IS MY Y/N" he pulled out his axe he scowl

You cower under the table shaking crying the boss stand at the door blood curdling screaming terrified the poor man to freeze

Blood so much blood, he slice of the head of the worker, cut right trough her throat, she gurgling on her own blood airways slice expose, he cut open the old man stomach guts dropping to floor in a "squelch", and strangulated him with his own intestines,"HAHEHAAHEHEAHHAHAAHHAHHHAAH!!" Loud manic unrestrained laugh laced with sadism

he was pissed off, he spat on there corpses, he's drenched in blood he looks up hunched shoulders head twitchs, dots as eyes,he smiles showing off those sharp teeth, he sees a person in terror, at the office door closed, with a small window a click a lock he laughed mockingly he runs at the door swing his axe at the window a "squelch" the axe split the boss face in half he pulled his axe out as the body slump agenst the door,

You couldn't help you panic crying in fear you lying in a sitting tucked up position,he speaks at the other side of the door

"Oh don't fear my precious darling these..t.these FUCKING DISGUSTING VERMIN...won't hurt you and won't be in our way...my darling~" He whispes sickly sweet to calm, for this situation he puts his hand through the broken glass to unlock the door it clicks you weeping louder knowing your doom

He pushed the corpse with the door and walked in axe dragging next to him with a blood trails

You hold your breath as you still hidden under the table crying softly, you saw black jeans legs ,walking with the axe your going to die,it stopped at the desk with a pause, and bent down ,face to face, to this crazed lovesick face dripping with blood, it smiles and reaching out a blood soaked hand, to caressing you face, you flinch he frowns softly"shhhh its okay my darling they can't hurt you anymore come on out my love l carry you l know how squeamish you are so burrow you face in my shirt even if it soaked in blood or just cover your eyes with you hands"

You still stuck in fear, tears running down freely, he reaches his hands out to be behind you back,to not drag out with you feet ,he looks down at your feet it's bleeding, "gasp my darling how could you do this to yourself your bleeding this is horrible your hurt my beloved l must carry you" he picked you up,you covered you eyes, as he walked out, with you held bridal style,he opened his van and place you on the passenger seat, he puts on your seatbelt and reaching over you, he grabs rope, he ties your limbs up in rope,untill he's confident in tying you up, he walked back to the petrol station in the office and wipe all video footage and turned them off, and pick up his axe off the blood covered floor, and walk out to his van, he opened the back van door, and place his axe, he "grumbling" on how much he needed to clean his van and the seats now

He hops in the driver seat, and looks at you with a loving smile, as you crying softly to yourself curled into the door.

"Oh my darling you test me next time lm putting a collar on you your lucky you didn't piss me off enough to use a shock collar lm not cruel just don't force me darling oh and lm washing you up maybe we shower together~"he winks and giggles, he started the van and drove home.

[Honestly l was thinking of gray man when writing this]

#my art #yandere #yandere blurb #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere male #yandere insert #yandere headcanons

23 notes · View notes

liminalpebble · 1 year ago

Text

Sex and Death: Chapter 11, Maamoul

Masterlist link

Chapter 11: Maamoul

Magnus walked with Noura hand in hand all the way from the car to the apartment door, eyes scanning and scowling the whole way. The entire front area had been plowed by now. What had once been a tundra-esque landscape was once again a parking lot with a few scattered cars and a snow plow still droning away at work.

So much for evidence, Magnus grumbled internally.

“You really shouldn't be holding my hand. The cops around here will be unmarked and they might be coworkers.”

“I don't care,” he said bluntly. “I'm not letting you go. Besides there's no actual rule against inter-office romance and you're not a cop, you're a contractor. If anyone gets a slap on the wrist, it'll be me.”

Noura rolled her eyes at him as the elevator dinged announcing her floor. As she strode towards her front door, she said quietly, “I don't want you getting even a slap on the wrist on my account, and I don't want to be a distraction from this case. It's too important.” Even as she said it, she could tell he was preoccupied; carefully evaluating the hall and her doorway for signs of snooping or forced entry, but he apparently found none. If he had, she would have a firm arm around her shoulders leading her away immediately. He would be on his phone forcefully demanding back up and barking orders. Although Noura didn't like the stress it brought him, or the way that side of him frightened her a little, she couldn't deny his fierce protectiveness was reassuring and incredibly attractive.

Noura gave him a sweet concerned smile and a stroke on the cheek as they entered, then she began gathering her overnight items in silence for a long while. Growing restless, and feeling a little claustrophobic, he went over to the window, opening the blinds to let in more light. Magnus watched as the still pristine blanket of snow glittered in the setting sunlight. The small backyard and icy treeline beyond were drenched in golden hour glow. Beautiful as it was, he couldn't help turning to watch her instead after a time; something he considered even more beautiful. He noted that she was efficient, quick and organized as she was in most things, seeking order in a world that constantly sought to destabilize her. The thought made him ache for her. How he wanted to be her bedrock...her one sure thing in life.

Martinsson was a social creature, unaccustomed to stretches of silence. He usually filled the void with charming chatter, jokes, or at the very least he would ramble through his thought process with colleagues. He would think out loud while pacing; fidgeting with his pen or his hair, or bouncing a little rubber ball against any available surface repeatedly (until Wallander confiscated it in a fit of annoyance). Noura's quiet phases would take some getting used to. When her silence became too much for him, he finally said, “It makes me nervous when you're this quiet. Are you still angry?”

“No, just thinking,” she said, curtly but honestly, juggling several Tupperware containers from the fridge.“I'll take some leftovers. I think there's a microwave and fridge in the suite, or at least in the break room. I think you should take the rest though. God knows you never have real food at home and I want you to keep eating well,” she said with a smile as she put the containers down and began to move around again. Magnus stopped her in her tracks, catching her shoulders. He leaned down, holding her closer and kissing her deeply. He coaxed her breath to match his as he slowly inhaled and exhaled the scent and taste of her; their lips lingering together. Embracing her tightly, he could feel the muscles of her little body relax beneath his grip and the hummingbird patter of her heart decelerate.

As their lips parted, she met his eyes and said as if in a trance, “We should get back.”

“Shh. Just relax, darling. Take a breath,” he ordered, gently holding her cheek and kissing her forehead, as she obliged. “Do you have all your things together?”

She nodded, head heavy with thought. Noura didn't want to meet his eyes, knowing that in the darkness of her own irises he would see her sadness and strain.

Even so, he turned her face to look at him. Smiling his sunniest grin he said, “Good girl,” as he stroked over her cheeks and hair, soothing her. “You know it's okay to be angry...with me...with a lot of things.”

She shook her head vehemently, “I'm not angry, Magnus. I'm too nervous to be angry. I'm afraid.”

At the last word her voice cracked and her eyes began to water. Patiently, Magnus waited for her to continue. “...afraid for myself...for who might die if we don't fix this, overwhelmed by the burden of this...all of this...”

He just held her, letting her sob into his jacket as he kept her close, swaying gently. Magnus stroked little circles over her back, and rested his head gently on top of hers, heart breaking for her. But as he turned his head and looked towards the window, he was yanked abruptly out of the tender moment, eyes going wide with dread.

Where there had been nothing but a thick untouched blanket of snow half an hour ago, there were now deep boot prints and impressions, smeared with shocking crimson patches, bleeding into the frosty path. Magnus, crossed the room in a heartbeat to look out the window, eyes straining a little in the waning light of evening. In a flash he was calling for backup, leaving a quizzical Noura frozen in his wake.

“Martinsson here. We need search and rescue and forensics teams to site 4 now...get Kurt to...”

He kept talking but Noura couldn't hear it anymore over a ringing in her ears and the thrum of her own pulse. She registered the same ominous path of fresh blood over the snow in numb shock. Finally she tumbled back to reality as Magnus roused her sharply from her trance, suddenly meeting her with those intense eyes and a voice that sounded unnervingly unlike himself. He gripped her arm and growled sharply, “Noura. Noura! Get your bags and come with me right now.” Molten adrenaline scorched through her as she saw that Magnus now held his gun and was yelling for her to follow behind him. She obeyed as if compelled by as spell, grabbing her things with trembling hands and traveling briskly out of the building on unsteady legs.

---

Returning to the station, Martinsson handed her off immediately to another member of their team as he, Kurt and a few uniforms funneled out the door in a rush.

“Svendsen, get her settled in, please,” he ordered, and then he was gone without another glace, long legs sprinting towards the action.

Svendsen flinched a little, coat still hanging half off of his shoulders, as Magnus barked for him. In a flurry of movement he was by Noura's side, shouldering one of her bags.

She smiled warmly at him. “Hey Josef, Thank you. Shouldn't you be home by now?”

“Hi, Noura. Yeah I was, but I just couldn't shake the case, you know? So I volunteered for the late shift. I knew I'd be working on it anyway so I didn't even try to sleep. But yeah...now we got the call-in from Martinsson so it looks like a long night anyway”

“Yeah...” she said, voice trailing off and hands shaking.

Svendsen clapped her on the shoulder and smiled warmly. “Come on, follow me. Maybe you can get some rest.”

---

In the little concrete basement suite (which resembled more of a cell or a bunker) Noura laid on the cot trying to get some rest, feeling a bit ridiculous in her plush pajamas surrounded by the spartan lodging. Since the thin mattress and scratchy blanket were poking her just as badly as her rampant thoughts, she decided to abandon sleep in favor of a walk around the building. She always seemed to think better on her feet anyway.

Stretching up and shrugging her work clothes back on, she heard her back give a little pop of stiff protest against the sub-par furniture. Noura picked up her phone and a box of Arabic cookies getting ready to venture upstairs, when the thought occurred to her...

Yas and Mo! She scolded herself for not thinking of them sooner and hurried to dial Yasmin's number. Fuck! She thought as she realized she had no signal down there, no WiFi either. Guess I'll have to work upstairs anyway. She thought, adding her laptop to her little pile.

Noura rushed through the hallway. As she reached the top of the stairs she pressed the green call button as soon as the little bars appeared again.

“Yas!” she exclaimed as the other woman picked up. Noura spoke in rapid-fire Arabic with the phone tucked into her shoulder, arms full. “Yas...are you two okay? What's going on over there? Are they getting you out of the neighborhood or what?

Yasmin said brightly, “We're fine! Calm down, Noura!”

Noura heaved out a shaky sigh as she reached her desk, letting the objects clatter to the tabletop and wincing as Svendsen jumped at the noise. “Sorry” she mouthed, but he only smiled and shook his head, hunching once again over his work.

Yasmin prattled on cheerfully, despite the circumstance, “your little cop boyfriend came with a whole squad of police to evacuate and question us. We're at my cousin's now. He lives in a bougie part of town, you know. It's like a little vacation. We get to enjoy the high life a little while.”

Noura scoffed, “He's not my little cop boyfriend, Yas. I don't...I don't know what he is yet. Besides, don't say it like that, you make it sound like he's a puppy I just adopted. It's weird...”

Yas chucked, and to Noura's surprise, so did Josef Svendsen. Dread hit her as she realized that he might have understood her side of the conversation, which means she might have just gotten herself in some trouble.

She wrapped up the conversation as quickly as possible. “I...uh...I gotta go, Yas. Give my love to Mo...ok...okay...bye.” Noura looked around the office, and exhaled a sigh of relief that she and Svendsen seemed to be the only ones around.

Svendsen put his hands up in surrender, big hazel eyes wide and innocent. “I'm so so sorry, Noura. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop.”

“You...you speak...”

“Yeah...Arabic. But don't worry...”

“Josef, please,” she implored, “Please don't rat me out.”

“Hey,” he said with a wide boyish dimpled grin, “I'm a cop, not a narc!”

She breathed out a nervous laugh, and so did he. Looking him in the eyes sincerely she said, “Thank you. Can I bribe you with some maamoul anyway?”

“Oh shit! I haven't had those in ages. Hmm...maybe cookies and a chat about anything other than this case? My brain is so fried. I need to get out of my own head a little.”

Noura smiled wryly, then took a bite of the pastry. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” She was quick to steer the conversation, hoping it would lead to something other than Magnus Martinsson. “So, how do you know Arabic?”

Josef chewed a bite of his cookie, then dusted the powdered sugar off his crisp dress shirt and pants before answering. Noura always noticed that he dressed well, more sharply and formally than the others and it made an impression.

“My mom was Palestinian...dad is Swedish,” he said wiping his lips.

“Ah okay...” she replied slowly, looking closely at his face for the first time and realizing how hard it would be for anyone to know he was of Middle Eastern decent. He had fair rosy skin, complimented by hair and eyes the color of brown sugar.

He could guess what she was thinking as said softly, thoughtfully, “I know. I have a lot of privilege, looking like this and having a very Swedish sounding name on my passport. It's not fair, but I hope I can use it to help all of us. It's why I'm here.”

“I hope so too,” she said with a sad sigh. “We need all the help we can get. Especially with this.” Noura propped an elbow on his desk and rubbed her temple, then cocked her head and looked him in the eye. “You're a profiler, Josef, what do you see in all this? What's your hunch.”

He chuckled a little, tapping a pencil then pointing it at her. “I'm not used to anyone taking me seriously. Watch out. This might go to my head. And pleaseee Noura,” he whined, “I can't think about this case one more second without having an aneurysm. Distract me. Come on!” He switched to

Arabic, saying, “Now that I know, spill the tea! You and Martinsson, huh? The Price Charming of Ystad. Didn't think he'd be your type. He seems kind of spoiled and preppy, but don't tell him I said that. He is my boss.”

She slapped his arm, entirely ignoring his attempt to rile her about Magnus, though her red cheeks said enough. “Listen, I never said I did take you seriously! For all you know I could be siding with Wallander...thinking that big fancy psychology degree is just horse shit and guessing.”

“Ouch!” he said, chuckling playfully, and she laughed too, relieved to have a brief distraction from bloody footprints and mortal terror.

Just then the door swung open and Magnus and Kurt swung in, winter coats and hair damp from slush and snow. Martinsson scowled at the scene before him, curious with an undercurrent of bristly irritation. He said crisply, in a cold neutral tone, “Harik, may I have a word?

“Of course,” she replied wiping the cookie crumbs and any leftover mirth from her lips as she met him at the door. She was shocked to realize that she suddenly found him intimidating, and it gave her a chill of anxiety, and strangely, arousal. What the hell is wrong with you, Noura!, she thought, scolding herself.

Martinsson stared daggers at Josef, saying with a bit more venom but the same unnerving control, “Sorry to interrupt the cozy slumber party with homicide, Svendsen.”

Taglist: @peacefulpianist @peaches1958 @icytrickster17 @sired-to-hybrid @mjsthrillernp @acidcasualties @loz-3 @annoyingsweetsstranger @alexakeyloveloki @marcotheflychair @muddyorbs @smolvenger @sweetsigyn @goblingirlsarah @lovelysizzlingbluebird

#magnus martinsson #magnus martinsson fanfic #wallander #wallander fanfic

11 notes · View notes

annieandro · 14 days ago

Text

Annieandro and Her Friend Little Miss Cassie Was Visiting Their Aunt Alejandra It Was August and They We're Gathering Apples Annieandro Pulled At Her Her Apron "Aunt Alejandra" Little Miss Cassie Said "Can We Have a baseball bat and a bike a Brownie's For Raspberry Buckwheat's Birthday, Can We Have A Big Party? Will You Bake Us A Beautiful Birthday Cake? With Chocolate Frosting With Candles? Can We Have Caramel Ice Cream and Cookies and Maybe Candy? Aunt Alejandra Laughed and Said Yes, and Finally It Was The Day At The Party, Dolly the Dodo Bird was The Guest At The Door. Dolly Brought Raspberry Buckwheat A Dartboard and She Said Dolly Is A Darling!

Elizabeth The Eskimo Tiger Was The Next To Arrive. She Brought Eleven Easter Because She Forgot This Was A Birthday Party. Fernie The Forest Jaguar and Fernanda The Fire Pelican Came In With There Friends, 4 Fleas, 5 Flies and A Frisky Fish When Annieandro, Little Miss Cassie and Raspberry Buckwheat Opened Their Gifts From Them They Played A Guitar. By Now The Guests Were In The Garden Where They Were Play Gaelic Guessing Games and Giggling. Just Then Harold The Honeybee Arrived With A New Hat On His Head. He Look So Funny Everyone Laughed. Ha-Ha! Ho-Ho! Hee-Haw! Harold Laughed Too." Hee-Hee!

Iggette The Ice Spider Came In Just As Aunt Alejandra Said "It's Time For Ice-Cream and Cake With Icing. Will Everyone Please Come In?"

Jackette The Jackal Wanted To Help. However She Jumped and Jiggled and Jostled That She Spilled Juice On Her Jeans. The Guests Thought It Was A Jolly Joke Then Kurly The Kind Kookaburra, Went Into The Kitchen For A Kettle Of Water To Help Mop Up The Spill. After Lunch. Little Miss Cassie Suggested A Game Of Leapfrog On The Lawn. Everyone Laughed To See A Lepoard, A Lion, A Lobster, A Lizard, A Lamb, and Little Lorikeet Playing Leapfrog.

Mina The Magic Owl Came To Entertain Them. She Changed A Mango Into A Motorbike, A Manatee Into A Mermaid, and Gave Them Mustaches. Nandy The Nightingale Came In With Her 9 Children, Ned Neal, Nathan, Norman, Nancy, Nanette, Nora, Nadine and Noah. All 9 Were Very Naughty. Owenette The Ocelot and Osborne The Ostrich Could Not Leave Their Home In The Jungle. They Did Send Gift However, Some Oars and Oatmeal Cookies.

Pearlie Pikachu and Her Pal Pauly Patamon Had Paddled Through The Park To Get To The Party. They Brought Annieandro, Little Miss Cassie and Raspberry and A Set Of Ping Pong Paddles Then Three Quetzals, Question, Her Wife Quillette and Her Uncle Quince Said They Had To Get Back To Their Quiet Little Nest. They Left Quietly.

Reggie The Raccoon Ran Around and Around The Room Looking For Her Rattle Everyone Was Relieved When Rogaine The Rooster Found It. Raccoons Are Really Silly. A Seagull, A Seal and A Snow Leopard Were Sitting On A Sofa Eating Sandwiches Sanjay The Sand Cat Suggested They Sing A Song. It Went Like This:

Tra-La, Tra-La The Tapir, She Told A Terrible Tale, A Tabby Cat Took Off On A Taxi To Run Away With A Snail Tra-La, To Run Away With A Snail, Tra-La, Tra-La The Tapir, She Wept A Tiny Tear, A Turkey Tootled A Trumpet, Twas Truly Tough To Hear Tra-La,Twas Truly Tough To Hear. Tra-La, Tra-La The Tapir She Twitched Her Nose and Cried A Tiger Tripped Over A Teacup and Disappeared Inside, Tra-La, and Disappeared Inside!

Uma The Umbrella Bird and Her Uncle Urania Said They Had To Leave. Raspberry Buckwheat Said, "Thank You For The Ukelele and The Umbrella."

Vicky The Vixen Was The Last To Leave. She Said "I Must Get Back To My Village In The Valley. I Live In A Volcano You Know, Right Near The Van." She Had Brought Annieandro and Little Miss Cassie A Wristwatch and A Whistle. "Well!" Said Aunt Alejandra. "It Was A Wonderful Party. Your Friends Are Always Welcome But Wow, What A Wild Wing-Ding!"

Xylette Sent A Xylophone All The Way From Xanadu, Annieandro, Little Miss Cassie and Raspberry Buckwheat Played A Few Notes Before They Yawned. "Yard Parties Make Us Sleepy!" They Said. So They Picked Up Theier Yellow Yarn Sweater and Their Yo-yos and Went Upstairs.

Zack The Zany Zebu Had Given Annieandro and Little Miss Cassie A Zither and A Pictures Of Herself. Raspberry Buckwheat Put Everything Away and Then Curled Up In Their Beds and Then Annieandro and Little Miss Cassie Was Soon Snoring-ZZZZZZZZZ!

0 notes

orson-hill-realty-blog · 2 months ago

Link

#Florida #SouthwestFlorida

0 notes

coqhee · 2 months ago

Text

A DATE FOR YOU! ♡ ENHYPEN MAKNAE LINE

✷ what types of dates enhypen maknae line would take you on! 〟read hyung line here

bf! enha maknae line x afab!reader ︲fluff, romance, comedy, menace niki︲pet names, grammar errors, cursing in niki’s︲950 / more

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 would love taking you for small outings around in the city. he would love to take you to all his favorite spots whether that be a small ice cream parlor, a clothing store, or a fun couple activity! in the end he doesn’t care what he’s doing as long as it’s with you.

“sunoo! look how nice this coat is!” you exclaimed, pulling out the coat. you held it up to your body with your hand extending out the sleeve.

sunoo turned to you gasping at the chic style. “wahh it would look so good on you honey,” he grinned, his cheek plushing up.

he stepped closer to you and inspected the quality of the coat, from the fabric, to the general design. when it came to fashion he knew his stuff.

“its even my favorite brand!” he exclaimed as soon as he saw the tag. his eyes lit up upon seeing it. cute you thought to yourself.

your hand fiddled on the price tag being close to $250 for one coat. while it was nice, you weren’t sure if you had it in you to spend the absurd amount on the piece of clothing.

“ill buy it for you, my girlfriend only deserves the best of the best,” he stated proudly taking the coat from your hands.

“thank you sunoo, i love you,” you smiled warmly at him. his cheeks turning a shade of rose pink hearing ‘i love you’. it wasn’t the first time he had heard it from you and he hoped itd never be the last.

other members under the cut!

─── ♡ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 and you both prefered lively dates where you get to interact with each other lots. this could be from amusement parks or an art exhibit where you can paint with each other. he loved just getting alone time with you where you can chat and bask in each others presence.

“one more ride before i rip my hair out won, im so tired from walking” you groaned trudging along as your boyfriend dragged you by the hand.

“i promise, one more ride darling. ill even give you a piggyback ride,” jungwon pleaded. he let go of your hand and crouched down so you could get on easier. you giggled at the gesture but obliged regardless.

he ran the rest of the way to the final ride he wanted to take you on, the ferris wheel.

“won… you know i have a fear of heights right..?” you questioned getting off his back. you looked at him with a look of uncertainty.

“i know i know, but you gotta trust me, the view is worth it,” he reassured. he led you, holding your hand walking you the cart. the ride started, and frankly you were terrified but felt a sense of calm as your boyfriend reassured you.

at the top the view of the beautiful sunset arose with its bright colors peaking through the horizon, just above the water. the beautiful hues of orange and hints of pink shown through radiating warmth.

“its so pretty,” you said in awe of the sun’s radiating hues of color.

“not as pretty as you though,” jungwon said smugly poking your nose.

you blush at the comment and watch as he leans in hovering next to your lips for a moment. he finally leans in fully pulling you into a short and sweet kiss before smiling and watching your reaction.

you turn flushed by affection, however you lean in giving him a quick peck watching him turn pink as well.

─── ♡

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 being the menace he is, loves anything with a challenge. he would love a laser tag date or even generally an arcade date. he loves being the best, but wouldn’t mind taking a few L’s if it meant making you happy.

“kiki im catching up in kills,” you taunted motioning at the light up numbers on your gun showing the amount of kills you had gotten in this round of laser tag.

“mm, wont let you catch me though,” niki charged ahead towards the enemy side, quickly ski ding behind a wall panel, taking cover.

while you were on the same team, you both enjoyed the challenge of competing with each other to be better than one another.

“hey whered the tall guy and his bitch go?” someone from the enemy team yelled to his teammate while running down a ramp loudly.

you were stunned by the use of language over a silly laser tag game, but even more surprised in how your boyfriend jumped out of nowhere and sent lasers there way yelling back at them.

“sit down fuckers!” he shouted towards the other team. you weren’t sure how into it he was really getting as he continued yelling profanities at the other team getting riled up at their comment earlier.

you two soon got kicked out of the establishment for his excessive use of curse words, but found him grinning with pride outside the building.

“niki..?” you doing okay?” you asked meekly unsure of his demeanor.

“are you proud of me baby? i got 14 kills and sat them down verbally” he stated smugly.

you sighed a sigh of relief watching as he came back to his usual nonchalant smug self.

“so proud of you kiki, now do that again but without getting kicked out,” you retorted back rolling your eyes.

“would this make you proud?” as murmured as he not so long after leaned down to kiss you. the sensation of his lips pressing against yours sending an explosion of butterflies in your stomach.

“very,” you smiled shyly.

─── ♡

a/n: niki’s miiiiiiightve been based on a true story and I got carried away writing it >< likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated dearly!!

103 notes · View notes