#I don't care if light was also trying to get l's name there too

[deansbeer]

BITE YOUR TONGUE OR USE IT BETTER.

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༝༚༝༚ synopsis. a heated argument quickly ends up in a fight for dominance in bed.

༝༚༝༚ warning(s). smut | mild angst | arguing | fem!reader | rough sex | make-up sex | dom!jason | switch dynamics | light choking | spanking | oral (fem!receiving) | cowgirl position | dirty talk | possessiveness | praising | degradation | jealousy.

༝༚༝༚ kari notes. i NEED him viscerally & i know i previously announced that i was taking a writing break 👀 but i'm making an exception for jason hehehehe u can also thank bree for being the inspo behind the idea <3

it starts with something small — it always does.

a passing comment. a bitter tone. one look too long at someone else. and then it's wildfire.

you're yelling, he's yelling louder. the walls of the apartment echo with the sharp slap of words neither of you really mean but throw anyway, like knives meant to miss but still cut too deep.

"you think i don't notice?" jason's voice is hoarse from the way it's been rising for the past fifteen minutes. "the way you play it off like i don't matter the second someone else gives you attention?"

you scoff, arms crossed, standing your ground in the kitchen, your chest heaving with frustration. "oh, fuck you, jason. you're the one who disappears for days without a text and then gets mad when i talk to someone else."

"i'm out risking my ass to make this city better—"

"and i'm supposed to just sit here and wait? maybe light a candle and pray you'll actually come home in one piece?"

his jaw tightens, blue eyes blazing, chest rising and falling with quick, angry breaths. "don't twist this. you know i care. you know i fuckin' love you."

"then stop acting like i'm the enemy," you snap, voice cracking under the weight of it all.

there's a beat of silence. a long one. your eyes lock with his, and the air between you could spark if it tried. you're both breathing hard, adrenaline still pulsing, and then—

he moves. and he's quick.

his hand curls around the back of your neck, pulling you in, lips crashing into yours with a fury that steals the breath from your lungs. it's not gentle — it's claiming. demanding. your fingers fist in his shirt before you even realize what's happening, your anger bleeding into desire so fast it makes your head spin.

"you drive me fuckin' crazy," he growls against your mouth, backing you into the wall. "always got a smart ass mouth. always testing me."

"maybe you like the idea of being tested," you breathe, tugging his shirt up, fingers dragging across his pudgy stomach. "you keep showing up for it."

he growls, low and rough, grabbing your thighs and lifting you with ease. your legs wrap around his waist, caged between his body and the wall, and you gasp as he grinds against you, already hard through the fabric of his jeans.

"you gonna continue being so mouthy?" he hisses against your neck, biting just hard enough to make you whimper. "or you want me to shut you up?"

"try me," you taunt, breathless, already soaked for him.

he carries you to the bedroom like he's got something to prove. maybe he does. throws you down onto the bed, pulls your shirt over your head, strips you down in seconds. his hands are rough, greedy, claiming every inch of your skin like it belongs to him.

joke's on him. it does.

he drops to his knees between your thighs, spreading them wide with a look that could bring you to your knees if you weren't already trembling. jason doesn't waste time, just dives in like he's a man starving, tongue licking a stripe up your slit before his lips wrap around your clit.

you cry out, hips bucking, and he grips your thighs tighter, holding you down.

"that's it," he mutters against your pussy, voice dark and wrecked. "take it. fuckin' take it, baby girl."

your fingers tangle in his dark hair, tugging, and he groans like he likes it — like the pain only spurs him on. he eats you until your hips are trembling, until you're gasping his name like a prayer and pushing at his shoulders, too sensitive to take more.

"jason—please—need you inside me."

he pulls back, lips shiny, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s just finished a meal. "yeah, you do. pussy's soakin' the damn sheets. so fuckin' desperate for my cock, aren't you?"

you glare at him, flushed and breathless. "you're one to talk."

he climbs over you, dragging his cock against your inner thigh, hot and heavy. "you want control so bad, huh, baby?" he murmurs, hand wrapping around your throat, thumb brushing your jaw. "you'll get it. but not yet."

then he's inside you. one deep, punishing thrust, and your whole body arches, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he stretches you full. his hand tightens at your throat just enough to make your pulse race harder.

"fuck, you're tight," he groans, hips slamming into you. "always so fuckin' tight for me."

you moan, nails dragging down his back, and he hisses, grinding deeper, chasing the spot that makes your toes curl.

he fucks you like he's trying to erase the fight, like he's trying to remind you who you belong to. every thrust is rough, precise, his mouth dragging along your throat, your shoulder, biting and kissing the skin like he needs to mark you.

"fuckin' mine," he growls into your ear. "say it."

"yours," you gasp, legs wrapped tight around his waist. "all yours, jay. always."

he groans, the sound deep and raw, and kisses you like he means to ruin you. and you want him to.

you flip him before you even realize what you're doing — legs slipping around him, pushing him back, riding the wave of heat and fury and need. his eyes darken as you slide down onto him, slow and deliberate.

"oh, fuck," he mutters, hands gripping your hips. "you think you're in control now, huh?"

"i don't think," you whisper, rolling your hips so slow he trembles. "i know."

you ride him hard, fast, chasing your own high with reckless abandon. his hands grip you tight, dragging you down harder, matching your rhythm until the room’s filled with the sound of skin on skin, your moans tangled with his gasps.

"look at you," he groans, eyes locked on where your bodies meet. "bouncin' on my cock like you need it to breathe."

you lean in, kiss him messy, filthy, all teeth and tongue.

"maybe i do."

his cock twitches inside you and you feel him getting close, but you don't stop. you fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm, using his body like it was made for you. only you.

"gonna cum," he growls, thrusting up to meet you. "you better cum with me, baby girl."

you nod, breath hitching as your body tightens, pleasure coiling until it snaps, and you cry out his name as you fall apart, clenching around him like a vice.

he follows with a broken groan, hips jerking, spilling deep inside you as he holds you down, buried to the hilt.

you collapse against him, both of you shaking, panting, sweat-slicked and utterly wrecked.

his arms wrap around you, holding you close even as he's still inside you. his lips press against your temple, his voice rough but soft now.

"still mad at me?" he murmurs.

you laugh, breathless, nuzzling into his neck. "yeah."

he huffs, fingers tracing lazy circles along your spine. "next time we fight, can we skip to the part where you ride me like that?"

you smile, eyes fluttering shut. "not a fucking chance."

he chuckles, kisses your hair, and pulls you closer.

"figured."

and even though the fight still lingers in the air, tangled in the sheets and the bruises you both left behind, so does something else, something steady and real.

him.

you.

and the fire that always brings you back together.

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

baby girl. l Clint "Freaky Tales"

Summary: you barely knew him, but he was the one who helped you

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (+18), aggressive boyfriend and toxic relationship, violence (mentioned, but also described a bit), some blood, unprotected sex (don't do that), fingering

A/N: my first story for this character. please be gentle. i don't know if i'll go down this path, i wanted to try and maybe i pushed myself too hard. let me know what you think.

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[my masterlist]

"Girls like you aren't common here."

A low but pleasant voice reached you despite the music playing in the dim pub. You tore your gaze away from the group of men playing pool on the other side and looked at the guy who was leaning against the bar right next to you.

A black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders. His dark hair was slicked back, but you could see a few strands of gray in it. A prominent nose, brown eyes that looked almost black in this poor lighting, a mustache, and a light stubble. The scar marred his face, but also gave him a dangerous look of a guy not to be trifled with.

Clint. You knew his name, although it was the first time you had heard his voice.

"What kind of girl do you mean?" you asked, turning your gaze back to the players.

"Smart. Sly." you smiled, shaking your head "Delicate. Beautiful. With a good heart."

"I'm neither of them." you replied.

"Are you sure?"

Your gaze wandered back to Clint, who took a sip of beer and seemed to pay no attention to you. He was a frequent guest here, but you had never talked before. Honestly, it was rare for a guy in this place to talk to you. The girls were more like decorations here, trophies that accompanied their men. Or maybe owners? Clint always came alone though.

You knew that well, because there was no way you could miss his presence. Quiet, commanding respect. However, when your eyes met sometimes, you noticed a slight nod, a quiet greeting, to which you responded with a barely noticeable smile.

"Maybe you really aren't that smart." he muttered after a moment as if thinking it over "You're hanging around with that shitty guy from Max."

"Hey, you're talking about my boyfriend." you hissed, feeling it was your duty to defend someone who hadn't paid attention to you for almost an hour.

"I know who I'm talking about. And you know I'm right." Clint took another sip of beer. "You didn't meet him in the library, so how did you get into this?"

You didn't answer for a moment, staring at Clint's profile and wondering where this conversation was headed.

"What's your problem? And why do you care?" you finally replied. "I am where I want to be."

He nodded, accepting your weak answer and not asking any more questions. He finished his beer in silence, put a few dollars on the bar, and then reached into his other pocket and pushed a rectangular note towards you.

"If you need help," he added quietly.

You glanced at the phone number written on the note. "What made you think I'd need it?"

Clint shrugged, then looked over at the guys playing pool. "Just a hunch."

You bit your lip when you heard the connection sound in the receiver.

"C'mon, c'mon..." you repeated quietly, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel.

Maybe no one will pick up? Maybe it was a sign that you shouldn't do this? You were about to hang up when you heard a familiar voice on the other end. You closed your eyes feeling relieved.

"Clint?" you whispered.

"Hey, baby girl. What happened?"

He didn't expect to hear your sobbing and immediately felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "Where are you?" a short question, one of a few he had to ask you.

"I-I..." you stuttered, but you took a deep breath and finished "I'm in the car, on the side of the road outside the city."

"Okay. Are you hurt?"

Another deep breath. "N-No, not really. We started arguing. He was drunk, he started shouting and, and then..."

The silence on the other end was so loud that you were at a loss for words. You gripped the steering wheel tighter and looked around the dark area. It was already around midnight. Finally, Clint's voice rang through the receiver again.

"There's a motel not far from where you are."

"The Misty Valley. I saw a sign. But what..."

"Go there. Michael will give you a room, tell him I sent you."

"Clint, I can't!" you whined, tears escaping from under your eyelids. "I should... I should go back."

"No." He interrupted you abruptly, you heard a slam like a car door closing. "Go where I told you. And wait."

"For what?"

The phone fell silent.

You didn't know if it was what you expected when you dialed Clint's number. A few weeks have passed since your conversation. You didn't talk much, it was rather quiet nods, gentle smiles. His hand, which brushed your arm slightly, so that only the two of you knew about it.

You met him once in the city. That was the first time he called you "baby girl", and you didn't protest. You didn't protest either when he put his hand on the small of your back and offered to give you a ride. It was the beginning of the end.

The soft carpet muffled your steps as you walked through the small hotel room for the hundredth time. The clock on the nightstand showed that it was already after one in the morning, but you didn't feel sleepy at all. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins like a drug not allowing your brain and muscles to rest.

Your phone was silent. Michael asked you to close the door properly and you did so without asking unnecessary questions. Every now and then you would sit on the bed, but then you would get up again and walk around in circles.

Only a knock on the door made you snap out of your trance.

"It's me, baby girl." a familiar voice rang out, and you sighed with relief.

With trembling hands you took off the chain and opened the door, noticing a familiar face behind it.

"It's you." you whispered.

But Clint didn't smile at the sight of you. Quite the opposite. He frowned and made a move as if he wanted to step back and leave, but in the end he nodded. His hand went to your face, he watched you closely.

"You didn't say anything about that..." he said indignantly "Fucking bastard!"

"It's nothing." you tried to calm him down, your fingers tightened around his wrist, drawing his attention to you again "What did you..."

"Not enough." he interrupted you "Can I come in?"

You opened the door wider and stepped back, smelling the cigarettes and remnants of Clint's cologne. The door closed with a quiet click and the hotel room became your safe place. 

Clint took off his jacket without a word, threw it on the armchair, went to the bathroom and returned a moment later with a wet cloth.

“Sit down,” he ordered, and you wordlessly complied, sitting on the bed.

He sat down next to you and you hissed in pain when he put the cloth to your lip. The intense emotions made you completely forget about what had happened. You knew about the cut lip because you could taste the blood, you could also have a swollen cheek.

"Son of a bitch." Clint hissed. "Did he do this for the first time?"

You nodded.

"Good girl. Although you should have left earlier. I saw him dragging you..."

"It was nothing. It was just today... He was furious and..."

Clint's dark eyes met yours. You had the impression that he was scanning you through, that he read your face before you said anything.

"What was it about?" he asked.

"You."

You saw that he swallowed hard. He could probably guess it. But that wasn't important now.

"What did you do, Clint?" Brown eyes averted from yours. "Did you..."

"I didn't kill him, even though he deserved it." he replied, his voice stern and cold. "You can be sure that he'll think twice before he lays a finger on a woman. And I also met with Max. He'll take care of him properly."

Although his voice scared you, you felt a spark of satisfaction burning in your chest. Your guy wasn't perfect, but you didn't expect that from him. The infatuation made you blind to his dark side and it was only what happened that brought you back to earth.

"Thank you..." your voice was quiet but determined "Thank you, Clint."

"He'll never touch you again, I promise. And if he tried..."

He flinched as he felt your hand close around his and squeeze slightly.

"Thank you."

He looked at you. Clint's eyes were full of everything, even the things he couldn't say.

"You know, he was jealous of you." You said, looking down, feeling how pathetic your words might be. "I told him that we were just friends, that he had nothing to worry about. That you never looked at me differently. But he..."

Clint cleared his throat and straightened up. "What did he say?"

"Ummm, he said that one of his friends saw us. He also knew that we met a few times at the video store." You snorted. "I told him that we never... That it was stupid, because you never..."

"He was right to feel insecure." Clint mumbled. "But I would never do something that you wouldn't want me to do."

It was a shock. You stared at Clint like he was crazy. Yes, he was nice to you, he treated you differently than your boyfriend and his friends, but you would never think...

And those accidental touches? His lingering gaze, even when you weren't looking? And somehow you always met him when you were alone and in neutral places. Clint never treated you like others. He was different. Maybe you even waited for these meetings?

"I should apologize to you." he said after a moment of silence. "If I knew that my attention would bring something like this to you... You didn't deserve it."

"Clint, you're not the one who did this to me. Don't say that. If I had something against it, or if you crossed the line, I would have told you, I swear."

"But if it wasn't for me..."

"I don't want to think about what would have happened if it wasn't for you."

Your words hung between you. Clint stared at you, and you didn't look away either. Maybe that's when it hit you. You were free. You were safe. And it was all thanks to Clint.

"Thank you, Clint. Thank you for what you did. You didn't have to..."

"But I wanted to, baby girl. I would have done much more to keep you safe."

You didn't need more. Your warm hands cupped his face, and you moved closer, kissing his soft lips tenderly. You were pleased to feel his hands grip your waist, kneading your body gently. He wanted you, what a relief.

Clint ran his tongue over your lower lip, and when you spread them apart, he pushed it deeper, drawing a sweet moan from your throat. You had no idea how long he had been waiting for this, to be able to feel your taste, or the warmth of your body. You didn't protest when he laid you on the bed and covered you with his solid body. Kisses went down to your neck and collarbone, his hand slid under your shirt.

"Tell me you want this..." he whispered. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you. I want you so bad, Clint."

He wanted to have time to take care of you, to caress your body like you deserved, but that would have to wait until next time. Deft fingers unbuttoned the belt of his pants and his hard cock slipped out of his jeans, leaking and hot.

"Shit!" he hissed as you grabbed him, stroking several times. "I've thought about it so many times. About you."

"Yeah? And what did you think?" you whispered, seeing him close his eyes from the pleasure you were giving him.

"I've thought about what I would do with you if I had the chance and if you only wanted me. You were always so fucking hot with that expression on your face."

"What?" you chuckled. "What are you talking about?"

He smiled as if he remembered something pleasant. A colossal hand pulled up your denim skirt and grabbed the edge of your panties.

"I-don't-give-a-damn-about-you-all" face." he replied, sliding them down your thighs to your ankles "But when you looked at me, that's when I saw the real you. Just the way you are, baby girl."

You were speechless for a moment. 

"Does that surprise you?" he asked, his fingers sliding over your slippery folds "I wouldn't be in this shit hole if it wasn't for you. And that weird idiot who thought you were his." Two fingers slid inside you unexpectedly stretching you pleasantly. "You deserve a real man who will take care of you, the way it should be done."

The fingers started moving faster and you clenched your hands on Clint's broad shoulders trying to hold back a moan. His thumb found your clit and pressed it, then began to make small and fast circles. Your nerves were raging, and your walls were spasmodically clenching around his fingers. You didn't even feel when his lips pressed against your collarbone and left a mark there, a mark that you were his.

"Oh, I can feel you squeezing my fingers. I'm sure you'll do the same with my cock, right? Good girl." his lips brush your ear. "Come, come on my fingers, then I'll give you what you really want."

Your body was completely obedient to him, in an instant your walls tightened around his fingers, and a moan of ecstasy escaped your throat. It was as if someone had restarted your brain and you finally started seeing everything clearly.

It wasn't accidental, nothing with Clint was accidental. Of course, he didn't want to expose you, he knew that your guy could be impulsive and stupid, he counted on you to understand what you got yourself into. So he was next to you, watching over you even though you didn't know about it. 

All those tender and small touches, accidental glances - those were his stolen moments with you. That was all until you looked at him differently, until you saw that you could be treated better. Because Clint would definitely treat you like his lady.

"I want you inside." You panted, and he smiled "I want you inside me, Clint. Now."

"What my baby girl wants, she gets." he murmured.

His tip slid over your heated entrance and he slid inside you in one hard motion, all the way to the base. Damn, he was huge and for a moment you lost your breath.

"I've got you. I've got you. I know it's a lot, but you're doing great." he murmured, kissing your neck and chin. "Now I'm going to start moving. Slowly and..."

Neither of you were ready for this. Your bodies seemed to work together perfectly, as if they had always fit together. Eventually, the room filled with your quickened breaths, moans, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. 

Even though he seemed dominant, you didn't feel threatened by him, quite the opposite. His eyes stared at you with delight. Clint wanted to see everything, every grimace, hear every sigh he had caused. To him, you were a dream come true, something he wanted to hold in his arms but didn't believe would ever happen.

But in that moment, you were real. His cock deep inside you, your thighs gripping him tightly, and your nails digging into his shoulders. He didn't want to be anywhere else but right there with you.

"I've wanted you for so long." he gasped, feeling like he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"And now you have me... You have me, Clint."

As he kissed your lips your body gave in, another wave of pleasure flooded your senses, your back arched and legs clenched tighter, pressing Clint harder against you. He only managed to slam into you a few more times as he flooded your walls with warm seed. A strangely but familiar taste appeared in his mouth and he opened his eyes, moving his face away from yours.

"Oh, poor thing." he sighed.

Your lower lip, from the force of his kiss, cracked again and began to bleed slightly. Clint rubbed it and kissed it lightly.

"What now?" you asked. "I can't stay here."

“Let’s stay here for a while. Michael won’t be mad.” Clint replied and slid off of you, laying on his side and watching you carefully. “You can stay with me if you want. Would you like that?”

For a moment you stared at the creamy ceiling, feeling his cum lazily drip down your thigh. In a few hours, everything changed. The pace was terrifying, but Clint… You felt like you really wanted to jump on that train. Take a chance.

"Yeah, I guess so." You replied.

You smiled, feeling his fingertips run over your chin, neck all the way to your sternum. His eyes were glued to you, he wanted to remember you from that first time with him. Your glowing skin, parted lips, tousled hair... Everything about you was perfect.

"Will you have breakfast with me? I know a good place."

You turned your head and smiled. "Breakfast? Don't you want to invite me to dinner?"

"Breakfast will be sooner, baby girl." Clint replied and leaned down, kissing your lips gently.

"I would love to."

You jumped on that train and let yourself be carried away.

With Clint.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[sqtorux]

saying somethin' stupid like 'i love you'

fwb!gojo saying the forbidden L word during the deed ????

slightly nsfw, minors please don't interact. also fluff bc i miss gojo :(

not proof read !

thankyou so much for all the support on my recent ♡

satoru thinks you're so cruel. one minute you're holding onto him, nails digging into his back as if you needed him to live.

chanting his name so so beautifully as he trapped you between his bare body and the bed, relentlessly thrusting into you.

and then the next you were back to acting like even his mere existence irritated you. in a way it does but not in the way he thinks.

not once had you been there the morning after. only the crumpled sheets and your nail marks served as reminders that you were here, with him.

“gojo can you not-”

“that wasn't what you called me last night. what happened to toru?”

you glare daggers at him as one of his hand held your notebook high up. he was ridiculously tall and he liked abusing that privilege. especially against you.

“shut up” you walk past him without bothering to take your book.

“hey you mad baby?” he chuckled, getting in front of you, stopping you again.

“come on, answer me. why'd you leave? i thought we agreed to go to class together hmm?”

you roll your eyes at him and crossed your arms.

“that's what you said. i didn't agree.”

“aw you're too mean” he pouted as you scowl and try passing him again only to be stopped by his hand on your arm.

“i wanted you to stay.” his words were heavy, his face not showing even the slightest bit of his shit eating grin he always has on.

he turns to you, his round sunglasses were low on his nose and you could see his oh so beautiful eyes.

you look away because if you don't, you were pretty sure you'd be hypnotised and you'd do whatever he wanted.

“if you keep doing this i won't stay over anymore.” your words shot a painful jab at your own abdomen. his grip around you loosened slowly until he lets go completely.

“alright then.” he hands you your notebook, more like placed them into your arms as he walked away, eyes never meeting yours.

the next ‘sleepover’ took place three days after the banter with satoru. he hadn't called or texted the whole time but when you asked if he was up for it, he replied almost immediately.

so here you were again, him ramming into you as you cling onto his bare body for dear life. you could feel your climax coming as your grip grew tighter and tighter.

satoru was the same, chasing his high. he had missed you a lot the past three days but tried distancing himself just so his feelings for you would simmer down.

it only resulted him thinking about you all day and even more during the night. he finds himself wishing you were here with him, either giving you the pleasure you both agreed upon or just you laying down next to him. he didn't care.

he just wanted you to be there. with him.

and now that you are, his heart clenches the way you clench around him as the both of you cummed simultaneously.

he holds your body tight as you both work your way through the orgasm, euphoria rushing through both your veins.

“fuck y/n…” he groaned as he felt your grip loosen. he can't let you go just yet.

“i love you”

he hadn't meant to say it really. not like this at least.

“satoru we've been through this-” you push him weakly but he stays grounded, eyes boring into yours.

“i mean it.” he says, one of his hands found themselves caressing your cheeks as the other supported him while he hovered above you.

“you don't have to say it back or… feel it back…” satoru's voice was full of emotion.

“but just give me a chance to show you how much i love you. then we can work things out from there.”

you find yourself falling into the charms of gojo satoru. it's not everyday he offers his heart to someone. he doesn't offer it at all but now here he is, handing it to you on a silver platter.

“alright”

you could see satoru's face visibly light up and his blue eyes gleammed. he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“thankyou” he traced his fingers on your jaw, his touch so soft, so addicting.

“you better treat me like a princess” you chuckle as he physically melted at the sound.

“oh i plan to do exactly that, and more, lovely.” he leaned down to place another kiss on your lips.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Can you do an Isekaid child reader who's a cat Mobius with platonic yandere sonic, Amy and tails? 🥹👉👈 I was reading holorform2009's post, it was so damn delicious. And I loved the fact that Isekaid reader is based on scraps from dandy world. And I also liked your writings too!

A/n: holorform is a great mutual

Yandere Sonic, Amy & Tails x Isekai’d Child Reader

Platonic

Your first memory here is... static. Trying to remember it was the same as trying to gather sand in your hands, it just slipped past you. One moment, you were somewhere else, a place of light and strange voices. Then, nothing.

Now, you're here. In a world of blue skies and rolling hills, staring up at a trio of strangers who look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"Whoa, little buddy, you okay?" The blue one, Sonic, crouches in front of you, ears twitching forward trying to hear you better. His voice is casual, but hes careful in the way he speaks, like he's trying not to spook you.

Amy, the pink one, is already kneeling beside you, gloved hands hovering like she wants to scoop you up. "They look so lost, Sonic! Poor kid... Where did you come from?"

You tell them your name, one of the onky things you *can* remember, everything else a blur.

"Thats fine Y/N, we'll help you get back to wherever you cane from in no time!"

Tails observes you, he seems to have some sort of device in his hands he keeps looking back at hefore squinting his eyes at you again. "huh, it seems like there was some big burst of energy from where they are!"

Sonic looked back at you reachibg out a hand for you to take"Don't worry, we'll help you figure this out," he declares, as here l helps you up.

Amy beams at you, her enthusiasm palpable.

"You're safe with us now! We'll take care of you," she promises, her voice gentle.

Tails nods in agreement, already brainstorming solutions. "We should head back to my workshop. I have equipment there that might help us understand your situation better."

They guided you through the hills and stretching scenery until they made it to his workshop.

At the workshop, he ran various test, his fascination with your form evident. Sonic and Amy hover nearby, their protective gazes never leaving you.

"You're truly unique," Tails remarks, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something else you can't quite place.

Days turn into weeks as you adjust to life in this new world. Sonic, Amy, and Tails rarely leave your side, their devotion unwavering. They shower you with attention, always eager to assist you, but their overprotectiveness becomes stifling.

One evening, as you sit by a tranquil lake, Sonic approaches, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with a somber expression.

"Hey, I know this is all new for you," he begins, sitting beside you. "But we care about you, a lot. We just want to keep you safe."

Before you can respond, Amy appears, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"You're like family to us now," she cradled your face. "Please, don't ever think of leaving."

"Seriously." Tails stated, his voice firm.

Their words weigh heavily on you. While their affection is genuine, there's an underlying possessiveness that makes you uneasy. Their love had good intentions, but it was becoming obsessive.

As days pass, their behavior becomes more controlling. They insist on knowing your every move, discouraging you from interacting with others. The once warm and welcoming environment now feels like a gilded cage.

One night, the moon shone overhead, full And bright. You decided eniygh was enough. You need to reclaim your freedom, to find a way back to your world. But escaping their watchful eyes woudn't be easy.

Gathering your resolve, you waited for the right moment, a moment when no one was watching, a moment where they weren't practically smothering you with worry.

But the moment you try to leave, the moment you so much as hint at being anywhere but here.

One of them is already in front of you. Blocking your path.

"Whoa there. Where d'ya think you're goin'?"

…You're not sure.

But wherever it is, you get the feeling they won't let you reach it.

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

doctor! doctor! ♡ seok matthew, lpn ♡ the nurseـــــــــﮩ٨ـ

⋆˙⟡ zb1 doctor smut series masterlist! all parts also linked here: nurse!matthew, doctor!jiwoong/med student!gunwook, allergist!taerae, radiology tech!gyuvin/cardiologist!ricky, anesthesiologist!hao/surgeon!hanbin

⋆˙⟡ wc: 1.5k (gonna try to keep these short, but we know me...)

⋆˙⟡ reader: gn afab (no pronouns used to refer to reader)

⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight medical professionals. a sudden illness that gets progressively worse. can reader survive the l-o-v-emergency?

⋆˙⟡ the nurse summary: the male nurse at your new doctor's office is a total asshole. but he's really hot. and so are you, after what was supposed to be a routine physical takes a couple unexpected turns.

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific warnings under the cut! angst. lighttt dub-con. matt is a total meanie. little less by the end. explicit mean comments about reader's weight but it's only because he's literally an asshole. smut is fairly light-ish, but we're just getting started so let's let it simmer for now.

⋆˙⟡ l-o-v-emergency scale: ★☆☆☆☆ (1)

GUYS HEY! I'M ALIVE! who's glad? not me. anyway, i've been working in a medical setting for over 2 months now and this series was birthed bc i couldn't stop thinking about how matthew would look in a good set of athletic (specifically magenta) scrubs. okay, hopefully i don't abandon this project!! ily. always. don't forget. <3

⋆˙⟡ iwnfyshb full masterlist

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EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: fingering/heavy petting (reader receiving), dub-con kind of sort of idk better safe than sorry, matt is very mean, inappropriate use of medical equipment (?), yeah i think that's good for now.

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it’s a regular monday morning. nothing out of the ordinary at all. though it’s a bit chilly outside, the sun is shining on this lovely february day.

you’re at the doctor’s office, sitting in the waiting room for your annual physical. your primary care physician had retired at the end of last year, so you’d scheduled your first appointment with a doctor at a completely new practice. they were so new, in fact, that they didn’t really have any google reviews yet except for one that just said: went above and beyond.

and they also accept your insurance, so there’s that.

though it’s late in the year for it, you’re also hoping to get a flu shot after about eight different strains of influenza ravaged your workplace this week. but you feel very healthy. you actually feel great.

usually you’re called in a bit faster for an appointment, but today it takes about ten minutes before the door to the medical entrance finally bursts open. it slams against the wall, startling both you and the elderly woman sitting a few seats away from you.

“ah, shit, sorry,” a voice mumbles and your eyes follow to put a face to it. standing in front of you is an incredibly attractive male nurse who squints at his clipboard. “uh… (y/n)?”

you stand up quickly, putting your phone in your coat pocket and walking up to the nurse. up close, you can see his name tag says: matthew.

“sick,” matthew says quietly, pointing down the hall to a scale. “we’re gonna head over there.”

you walk with him to the scale, jumping again when the door to the waiting room slams loudly.

“ah, shit. sorry,” he says again. you step on the scale, only to hear snickering next to you a moment later.

“uh… is something funny?” you ask with a frown.

“maybe take the coat off,” matthew suggests with a smirk. “we’re wanting a weight good for humans, not for whales.”

your eyes widen in shock. not really sure how to respond, you simply take your coat off and place it on the chair next to you. matthew leans over your shoulder, encroaching a little too liberally on your personal space bubble, and huffs confusedly.

“huh. i really thought that’d help more,” he says, jotting your (extremely normal) weight down onto his clipboard and shrugging. “anyway, we’re gonna be in room 3, on your left here.”

was he being purposefully rude or was he just painfully oblivious? a little more irritated than you had expected to be during this visit, you follow your nurse into the exam room and take a seat on the exam table.

“whoah, there,” he says with a laugh as he sits down on a stool beside the medical counter. “careful not to break the table after that weigh-in.”

you’re about to ask him what his problem is when matthew suddenly rolls up the already short sleeves on his magenta scrub top, revealing big, toned biceps underneath. goddamn, he was gorgeous.

but it didn’t give him a right to make comments about your body.

“wh—… why do you keep—…” you nervously start to confront him before he interrupts.

“just gonna get a reading on the pulse oximeter,” matthew announces, grabbing your hand from your lap and sticking the device on the tip of your index finger. “cool nails.”

“thanks,” you find yourself replying quietly. you don’t think you’ve ever met a nurse who lacked bedside manner this badly.

“i’ve been giving you a hard time, but you’re sorta hot actually,” he says, matter-of-factly as he snatches your hand again suddenly to check the oximeter. his bluntness and close proximity causes your heart to involuntarily race, and he bites his lip in a conceited grin as he reads the numbers on the device. “100 bpm… something getting you excited?”

you should stand up and walk out the door right now. report him to the reception desk. you figured there had to be some setbacks to a completely new, unreviewed practice, but this was beyond acceptable. no one should be allowed to behave so unprofessionally in a medical setting.

you look him directly in the eyes. about to rip him a new one.

but holy fuck, this absolute dickhead is hot. your brain starts to feel a bit foggy just looking at him.

“are you sure you’re feeling okay today?” matthew asks, removing the oximeter and placing it on the counter. he takes a thermometer out of the pocket of his scrub top and walks over to you— casually situating himself in the gap you’d left between your legs. “i’m gonna take your temperature just in case.”

he holds the thermometer in front of your forehead for a moment, the device buzzing when it has a reading. “hm. all good here. i’m just gonna check one more spot to make sure.”

before you can ask what that means, he moves the thermometer between your legs— pressing it over your clothed core. it buzzes against your clit and you’re unable to suppress a whimper in your shock.

matthew licks his top lip as he drinks in the sound, removing the thermometer and reading the temperature. he clicks his tongue sadly. “just what i thought. you’re burning up, baby.”

“this—… this is—….” you make one last (very weak) attempt to protest this nonsense. “i mean, you really shouldn’t be—…”

“shouldn’t be what?” he asks, fingers now taking the place of the thermometer on your clothed heat. as he massages you gently, you inhale sharply at how nice his touch feels. “doing my job? i’m just getting you ready for the doctor, baby. that’s all.”

you don’t have a clue as to what that’s supposed to mean. and you’re starting to forget why you care as he hooks his fingers around your waistband. reflexively, you lift your hips for him and he pulls down your pants— discarding them on the chair next to the exam table and leaving you in just your panties on the medical paper lining.

matthew pushes them aside with his thumb before prodding at your entrance with his middle finger. “just a small pinch,” he warns as he slips it inside.

you inhale sharply as the full length of his digit fills you. he smirks again, making use of his thumb against your clit as he starts to fuck you with his finger. you begin to whine as a steady pressure forms below your stomach.

“how’s that, hm? feel good?” you nod, growing more desperate for your release. matthew laughs as he pushes another finger inside of you. you can’t help but moan, hand finding its way to grip at the neck of his scrub top. “listen to that. doc’s gonna love you. you could still stand to lose a few pounds though, not gonna lie.”

you hate this guy. you must’ve had a psychotic break at some point between the waiting room and this exam table. but something’s come over you— something almost feverish— and the desire to complain just keeps getting smaller.

“please,” you beg emphatically, fingers of your free hand wrapping around the edge of the exam table as your climax threatens to spill over. “just shut the fuck up and make me cum.”

“fuck,” he breathes, the tips of his fingers curling up into the spongey spot in your upper wall with even more vigor. “okay. okay, yeah. just don’t tell the doctor i let you cum. got it?”

“y-yeah,” you agree half-heartedly— still unsure as to what the doctor has to do with this mean, hot nurse committing a crazy hr violation on you. but you just need release. so you humor him. “whatever.”

matthew presses his thumb hard against your clit and that’s all it takes— your orgasm washing over you as you feel your juices slip down your inner thighs. “fuck, that’s hot. makes me wish i got to finish ‘em off more often.”

more often? a post-climax clarity begins to set in as you wonder what on earth this guy is talking about. but that clarity only lasts a few moments before you start to shake with a chill you swear is bone-deep.

“get up, i’m gonna clean things up quick,” matthew orders casually, changing the paper liner on the table and throwing you some moist towelettes as you stagger off your perch. “clean yourself off good, ‘kay? i really don’t wanna get in trouble for—… hey, are you okay?”

your hands are shaking as you wipe your thighs and core clean of any traces, shivering beyond your control. matthew takes the towelettes from you, chucking them in the garbage. he tilts his head at you, concern suddenly palpable in his eyes.

"you—… you don’t look so good,” he says, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. when he pulls it away, you see the skin glisten. are you sweating? but it’s so cold. matthew pulls out his thermometer again, holding it between your eyes until it pulses. he pulls it back, eyes widening as he reads the temperature. “oh shit.”

"what?” you ask, rubbing your hands against your arms to try and generate some warmth. “what’s it say?”

"um. i—… i don’t know what’s going on,” he stammers, suddenly doe-eyed and nervous. it’s the most endearing he’s been thus far. something must be terribly wrong with you. “i think it’s probably just a fluke. maybe the thermometer’s broken. right? there’s no way it could be that high. you’d be dead. i’m—… i’m just gonna go get the doctor. he’ll know what to do! probably.”

“okay,” you reply. not much more you can say, especially with your teeth chattering.

"just, uh, sit back down and… um… rest, i guess. yeah, rest should help,” matthew says, quite clearly panicking. “and i’ll send the doctor in. and just, um, remember not to tell him what i let you do. please. i’d really appreciate that. if it comes up, ya know, just…”

“lie?” you suggest, plopping down onto the exam table as you continue to shiver furiously.

“yeah! exactly. you’ve got it,” he replies, rushing toward the door. “oh and the doctor has a med student interning with him today. is it okay to have him shadow your appointment?”

“sure,” you agree without hesitation. education is one of your core values, after all. even if you suddenly have a life-threatening fever to rival a volcano.

“awesome,” matthew says, throwing open the door. he glances back at you one last time, uneasiness written all over his pretty face. “hang in there.”

the door slams shut. really loudly.

“ah, shit. sorry.”

[marsbutterfly]

MECHANIC BADDIE HANJI WHO FIXES UP READERS CAR. SHES ALL LIKE I CAN TAKE CARE OF IT DARLING. YOU JUST SIT THERE AND LOOK PRETTY. (IDK SHIT ABOUT CARS) JUST NEED AN ACTS OF SERVICE HANJI

I'll Fix It All

a/n: omg happy new year!! this turned out way longer than I originally intended for it to be. i was hoping to post it before the year turned but i'll also accept the first day of the year lol. enjoy.

warnings: fem!reader (she/her), nb! hanji zoe (they/them), modern au, anxiety, panic attacks, kissing, fluff, comfort. also like, i don't know much about cars or car repair so pls bear with me. tagging: @wizzy21 wc: 2.5k | wattpad! | ao3!

"No, no, no, no, NO!" You cry out as your car slowly begins to lose speed. This isn't the first time this week, nor the second, nor the third. You couldn't even count on one hand the amount of times the engine had been making that weird noise and the light had been blinking at you like a malevolent eye.

But you thought you could put it off, that you could easily ignore it, and that it would fix itself like it had many times before. Maybe you just needed to check the coolant or add some more water to the radiator, except you continuously forgot to do so. And it finally came back to bite you in the ass.

As the smoke comes out of the hood, you grip the steering wheel tightly, a loud grunt escaping your lips as your forehead presses against the horn, the loud noise filling the air all around you. Still, you are lucky enough to be in a somewhat empty area so the least amount of people will be disturbed.

Your first instinct is to panic. You can feel the blood rushing through your body, your face getting warmer as a few tears begin to prickle in your eyes. You let out a shaky exhale, cursing yourself for allowing this situation to happen in the first place. Before you can even begin to cry, you feel your phone vibrating in the cup holder next to you, the caller's name showing up on the screen attached to the dashboard. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‎‎‎"Sunshine ☼"

With a sniffle, you wipe the tears before they even have the chance to roll down your cheeks and pick up your phone, pressing the green button on the screen as you try your best to sound like you are composed and not entirely freaking out at the moment.

"Hello, my most beloved," you say, trying your best to sound like your playful self. Though it has no sound, you can almost hear the smile dropping off Hanji's face. It was not out of the ordinary for them to quickly pick up on the slightest change in your tone of voice.

"What happened?" They ask without missing a beat, the tone of their voice filled with love and concern, almost as if they were already expecting you to be in some sort of distress. "I was doing the dishes and accidentally broke a glass because I got such a bad feeling that my hand started shaking."

You sniffle but a small giggle exits your chest, the idea that the two of you are so intertwined that they can even sense when you are in some sort of distress, "Yeah, I'm fine… My car just finally gave out on me and I'm in the middle of a random neighborhood because I decided today, out of all days, to take a random shortcut!"

"Send me your location, and I'll get my tools and meet you over there," they say and you can already hear them moving around on the other end of the line. You wish you could protest but, the more you look at your car, the more panic fills your body. So you simply let out a quiet "okay" before hanging up.

Though your hands nervously shake, you can open your text messages and send Hanji a pin of your exact location. It isn't too far from your house, maybe five minutes if you speed up, and that knowledge only adds more fuel to your frustration. "Why now? I could have easily pulled into my driveway before you gave out!" You can't help the angry grunt that leaves your throat as you slam your hand against the steering wheel.

The waiting time seems like an eternity, an eerie feeling in the back of your mind like you are being watched. Your eyes dart to your phone, half convinced that maybe you should just call a toll truck when you see the headlights of Hanji's motorcycle as they speed down the road.

The light from the post shines above them and you can barely distinguish if they are an angel or a real person. As soon as their bike is parked behind your car, you exit the vehicle, running towards their embrace.

Their hair is still messy from having a helmet on and they hold a small toolbox with their left hand, but that does not stop them from hugging you as tightly as they possibly can. Their lips press against your head as the two of you remain like that for a while.

"Shhh, it's ok, my love," you can feel the smile in their voice, a gentleness like nothing you have ever experienced before, "Hanji is here to fix your problems."

"I truly appreciate you coming this fast," you whisper against their chest, "I genuinely thought my car would be able to handle the journey today but… I guess I was wrong."

"Did you have any trouble starting it this morning?" They pull back, their arm still wrapped around your frame. You think for a second, having trouble focusing on anything other than this panicky feeling in your chest.

Slowly, you begin to remember your day: you left work and the car started. You left for lunch and the car started. Clearly, it had started when you left home that morning… Didn't it?

"Oh shit…" You whisper while an embarrassed expression takes over your features. Your eyes shift towards the ground as you pull slightly further away to create a bigger distance between your bodies, too self-conscious to even look at them. "I couldn't get the engine to turn this morning. I had to start it, put it in neutral, and then start it again."

They nod, kissing your forehead once more as they stand in front of the hood of your car. You are still too embarrassed to look but you can hear the moment their toolbox touches the ground and as their hands pop it open. A few seconds go by as they begin tinkering with the metal inside, though your knowledge of cars isn't deep enough for you to fully understand what is going on.

You cross one arm against your chest while the other rests above your hand, your index finger tapping on your cheek while you can't help but take small nibbles on your thumb's nail. The anxiety inside of your chest never dissipates, nor the shame.

The morning had been nothing but a blur. You woke up late for work, forgot to eat or even bring anything to snack on until you had time to go to lunch, spilled water all over your car, and, to top it all off, it was raining in the morning. The engine not starting was just one of the many, many things that had gone wrong. You meant to text Hanji about it so they could meet you during your work hours and fix it but, of course, you forgot to charge your phone the night before.

You close your eyes and exhale, leaning against the car. Before you can get yourself into a frenzy, you hear Hanji's gentle voice pulling you out of the dark spiral you were about to send yourself into, "Okay, good news and bad news."

"Please explain it to me like I'm five," you say, shooting them an exhausted look and it causes them to chuckle quietly. "Bad news first."

"The alternator, or thing that charges your car battery, isn't properly working for some reason. Maybe because it's old, maybe it's faulty, but it for sure will not start working again, like, that thing is dead."

You nod, surprisingly following along with what they are telling you. You realize that all this knowledge comes from the previous times they have come to your aid or maybe from all the times they would check under the hood of your car before you left their house while the two of you still lived in separate households. Regardless, you turn your attention to them once more.

"I checked the fluid and the coolant and everything seems to be full and working ok. I ran some codes and nothing out of the ordinary popped up and lastly, I checked your oil." They say, wiping the grime out of their hands with a bleached towel, their face slightly sweaty, especially around the area where their glasses sit on their nose.

"Fuck… And the good news?" You ask, biting your nails even more, almost to the point of blood. With a gentle and concerned expression, Hanji takes a few steps forward, wrapping their dirty digits around your trembling palms, and only then do you notice just how short your nails have become.

"I can easily fix it. The last one we bought still has a warranty, so I can just change them." They whisper, placing a kiss against your fingers. A sense of despair fills your body again as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, your lip trembling as you speak in a quiet yet pathetic voice.

"Please, don't leave me alone."

They sigh, running their hand over their messy hair. They look over to the open hood of your car and around the neighborhood, trying to think about what the best choice would be in this situation.

"The store is fifteen minutes away, on my bike, I'll be back in - "

"Please, don't leave me alone!!" You beg desperately, whatever is left of your fingernails now digging into the skin of their biceps, your eyes are wide open as tears stream down. You weren't that upset about the car breaking down, but just the intensity of all the feelings you had been holding back finally caught up to you the moment you realized you would have to be without them for even a second.

Hanji is taken aback by how sudden your response is, and how desolate you sound. They can see the anxiety written all over your features and it causes their heart to ache in their chest. That's the moment in which they realize just how many feelings you have been bottling, just how bad your week has been, and just how you have refused to talk to them about it.

Almost like they gain consciousness, their arms wrap around your frame, pulling you closer to their body. In exchange, you bury your head on their chest, not carrying that their shirt is now covered in grime and sweat, even if it is chilly outside. "Is there anything you want to talk about?" They whisper, their lips pressed against the top of your head.

You want to shake your head, to put your walls up once more and brush it off as "just a bad day", but it was more than that. It had been a bad week, a bad month, and you had gone through it all by yourself, in silence. Crying in the shower but still putting on a smile when around them, your appetite barely exists but you still eat all of their cooking. But before you can deny anything, the tears begin pouring down your face once more, you cling to them like they are the last life vest on a sinking ship.

“I d-don’t know what is going on with me…” You gasp, hiding your face in a mixture of shame and search for comfort. “I just… I just want to be close to you at all times, I just never want to be alone and I just… Everything is too much and not enough, everything is going wrong. I…”

“My love,” they whisper, holding you slightly tighter with one arm. With their free hand, they prop up your chin, a gentle and warm smile taking over their lips once your eyes meet. “You don’t have to suffer alone, ok? I am here for you, no matter what, when, or where. I will always be by your side.”

“Good and bad?” You sniffle and they chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes as they lean down so their forehead is touching yours. They nod.

“Good and bad, my angel…” They whisper, their eyes closing as your noses brush together. You lean closer, your lips brushing against theirs so lightly that it nearly feels like a paint-filled brush against a canvas, working its way through a halfway-painted masterpiece.

Hanji gently presses your body against the car door, their grip on your waist is tight as they make sure to keep you safely in place. Your lips are half-open, temptingly wet in the dim light of the street pole, your face is stained with silent tears and the only thought going through their head? “I really need to kiss her.”

And so they do. They lean forward ever so slightly until there is no more room between the two of you. When your lips collide, you can’t help the quiet gasp that exists in your body, your hand gently resting on their cheek while your thumb brushes against the softness of their skin. 

You get lost in the warmth of their body, in how comforting it feels to have them pressed against you like this. Your nose brushes against theirs as your head tilts slightly to the side, the faint smell of coffee and menthol cigarettes still lingering on their breath as it mixes with the scent of the gum you had in your mouth earlier.

They nibble on your tongue gently, sometimes brushing the tip of their own against it and it’s enough to cause you to nearly melt in their arms. If it wasn’t for their strong arms holding you in place, you would have fallen to the ground into a puddle underneath their feet.

Neither of you wants to pull away, but the need to breathe is becoming stronger by the second. When you separate, your forehead rests against theirs, and your eyes remain closed as you enjoy the smell of their skin. Even if it isn’t a pleasant smell, it brings you too much comfort in this moment for you to care.

“I’ll call Moblit and he can come to help, ok?” They whisper, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You nod, lacing your fingers with the ones on their left hand while they pull their phone out of their pocket with the other. "I'll send him to the store and I will stay with you. You won't be alone, I promise."

As they speak to the man on the other end of the line, you can’t help but allow a small smile to form on your lips as you think about how lucky you are to have someone like them in your life. Someone willing to stop everything at the drop of a hat to come to rescue you when you need them most. 

As they blow you a kiss, you find yourself thinking about that one specific sentence once more, realizing that no truer words had ever been spoken:

“Hanji is here to fix all your problems.”

[sofiaruelle]

Oh wow, I was not expecting a whole drawing of them trying the dance and falling around. It's very beautifully done, I rmmbr just staring in awe for a while at first 🩵

I have another odd question about the she trio/ass gang, which u don't have to draw

Cause I saw a little video of Harvey going hard; dancing to MiseryxCPR(xReese's Puffs) and it had me laughing for a long while, and I wondered who would be the ones singing the song if say the stardrop saloon had some kind of karaoke night

My head tells me both Sam and Abagail would end up doing Reeses's puffs, but that would leave one of the other songs without a host :/

Harvey would probably end up saying stuff about how cpr doesn't require mouth-to-mouth anymore or smthn, and Shane probably worried Marnie would walk in-or just, too drunk off his ass having fun to care 🤔

nah man i just have to draw them. and oh look I even have another essay under readmore! 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

✨Also my commissions are open! ✨ if anyone is interested! :D< please reblog/share the og comm sheet ,if you can! it would help me a lot thank you!!!

Honestly i can imagine them all just being pissed drunk before attempting to sing the song😂. i know fersure the SHE trio would require more liquid courage for it (heck even to join/start a kareoke sesh!)

Shane gives of major Kareoke Tito (uncle) vibes~. Yknow that one tito who specifically sings “My Way” by Frank Sinatra and has a bunch of classic rock songs under his belt. He’s not good at singing perse but he can at least carry a tune. He and Sebastian would totally connect with singing Misery. but like Shane vaguely knows the song (he’s heard it on radio a bajillion times but he doesnt know the name of the song so its not quite on his playlists) so he when he’s super sloshed and can barely read the screen, he tries to sing it from memory and misses a couple of the words. but hey! at least he knows the chorus and is in tune.

Meanwhile Sebastian has Misery “secretly” on his go to playlist. He doesnt admit it (the songs is too main stream and overplayed but he stumbled upon a vocaloid cover and rest is history.) He definitely always chooses the song every kareoke sesh (although not his first choice) and he’s passionate about it even has a little performance too(lots of head bangs, fist pumps and that classic 2000s disney knees bent together, feet wide apart moment)! For his duet with shane he’s the first to shed a lil tear and that gets shane going and they cry through most of the song in their own lil misery world ignoring the chaos around them.

Sam is a fucking menace for singing CPR and I do agree He and Abigail would go off on Reese’s Puff BUT i can definitely imagine being commited to singing CPR (we all know he’d awkwardly twerk). Especially if it was to troll on Harvey who probably thought it was a wholesome song about doing CPR at a specific BPM. 😂

Harvey good lird poor harvey! He’s probably the most sober out of everyone. It doesnt help that he’s no light weight + lowkey becomes designated baby sitter everytime (he’s soooooooo going charge them extra in the morning if they come stumbling into his clinic asking for some hangover cure). He was so excited about adding a new song to CPR tempo list he was gonna teach at the nex first aid classes!! Who would have thought that a singer with a cute wholesome name like Cupcakke was just so… sooooo SCANDALOUS!!! He should have known Sam was up to something the moment he grabbed him by the shoulder!!! “This is medical malpractice, Samson!!!” He spends the whole trying to sush Sam who’s having so much fun laughing at Harvey’s reaction 😂

Abigal. F e r a l.

Help! Elliot has fallen over! He honestly just has a mild peanut allergy but he has been drinking and hooo boi. thats not good. thank goodness Harvey is sobered up (with the help of Sam ofc) and has an epipen on hand! Catch Leah cackling from her seat by the bar before assisting Harvey.

[yanderestarangel]

☆𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐱 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☆

TW: Porn plot, smut, sex, just sex, power play, Cage is a DILF!, FTM reader, AFAB ANATOMY, vaginal sex, oral m!receives, degradation, sex without a condom, obsession, sugar daddy! relationship, sex in a semi public place, pet names, this was the dirtiest thing i ever wrote, my grammar, not proofread.

You looking for a sugar daddy to meet new people and also get out of your routine, so you set up a date with one of the site's subscribers, he insisted on sending you a place at the most expensive restaurant in town.

You soon go to the marked table, waiting for such sugar daddy, but soon you see Johnny Cage, father of your best friend, Cassandra Cage, going towards you with a bouquet of flowers and a light smile between his lips.

You were shocked, still processing everything, but Cage just sat at the table, just smiling with Hollywood actor charm and continued to look at the menu.

"-Have you chosen what you want my pretty angel?"

Cage spoke with the usual humor, and a smug smile on his face, wearing the expensive social clothes with the glasses of his own brand, he seemed not to care about you being best friends with his daughter.

Your initial shock wears off a bit, finally you get up the courage to answer him, sighing frustrated and a little scared, you finally speak, trying to explain that it wasn't your intention, that you didn't know it was him in the profile However, Johnny Cage he just laughed, his deep chuckle echoing through the restaurant. He takes off his sunglasses, revealing his piercing, almond-shaped eyes as he stares at you.

"-Don't worry, darling, it's part of my charm to surprise people. Besides, you're here now so we might as well enjoy the night together, right?" -Cage speaks as he leans back in his chair, his muscular body filling out the expensive suit, exuding confidence and dominance.

Cage smiles as he sips his champagne, his gaze never leaving you.

"-Tell me, my pretty thing, what made you venture into the world of sugar daddies? Looking to experience the finer things in life, aren't you?" -He raises an eyebrow, his voice full of amusement. As he talks, you notice his hands, large and veiny, resting casually on the table, They seem too big and strong for his refined personality, causing emotion mixed with apprehension.

You explain your motives for being on the site as you felt Johnny advance the low, intimate caresses to your hands, spread out on the restaurant table.

"-See, I noticed you too, (Y/N), I realized how beautiful you are. And I must admit, I felt a great desire for your company... I fantasized about the way your body responds to my touch, your moans and sighs as you submit to my wishes." -Cage smugs as he leans back, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"-So, my dear boy, how about we forget the embarrassment and enjoy this night together? Allow me to show you how much pleasure I can give you." -Johnny speaks in a voice that exudes confidence and dominance, his eyes gleaming with a possessive, dark hunger.

You look a little hesitantly at Johnny, but then sigh, you nod silently in agreement, watching the older man smile as he adjusts his sunglasses, quickly asking for the restaurant bill and fixing his expensive royal blue suit, leading you outside. from the restaurant.

He opens the car door for you, his touch lingering on your shoulders a moment longer than necessary, helping you into the car, before closing the door and walking around to the driver's side. As the car starts, Cage's hand reaches for the gearshift, his fingers brushing it intentionally.

The engine comes to life, filling the car with a low rumble.

"-We're going to my private penthouse. Somewhere quiet, where we can get to know each other better." -Cage speaks with a more intimate touch while driving the car quickly, squeezing the steering wheels and making you notice even more the veiny hands with an expensive watch on the man's wrist.

The journey isn't long, but the air seems thick with tension as you approach the luxurious building, he parks the car in the underground garage, before taking you to the private elevator, the elevator descends a little, stopping at the top floor, you soon follows Cage, watching the movie star walk briskly to one of the stores for his own luxury brand "Cage's Suit" Johnny's own expensive suit shop, You get a little confused looking at Cage but he soon walks into the store with you following him.

Luxurious suits line the shelves, each exquisite in design and workmanship. He gestures grandly at the screens.

"-My sweet, I want you to have the best outfit to accompany me tonight. Consider it a small gift, a sign of my admiration for you and our commitment as Sugar baby and Sugar daddy, don't worry about Cass now, yes ? Just choose what you want, my dear. I want you to feel confident and beautiful in my presence." -Johnny speaks as he approaches you, his hand resting on your lower back, the possessive touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you look around the store, you notice that the salespeople are discreetly watching the two of you, their eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. the fame of Johnny Cage the Percege, no matter the location and he loves it like a good cocky actor with a high ego, now he had a beautiful boy by his side, you&lt;3

Your Sugar Daddy!Johnny Cage recommends you one of the suits after a few minutes looking at the shelves, one of the most expensive in the store, while you protested a little with the high price feeling shy for him spending a small fortune on you, but Cage just smiles and pushes you lovingly in the dressing room as you quickly changed.

Cage watches you emerge from behind the curtain, dressed in the suit he recommended. His gaze intensifies as he takes in every detail, from the way the fabric molds to your curves to the way you look so effortlessly attractive.

"-Oh my dear (Y/N) you look absolutely stunning... The suit suits you perfectly, accentuating your body in all the right places, now let me prove what your pretty mouth can do yes?" -Cage spoke with a voice overflowing with praise and sexual hunger as he approaches you, his hands running over your body, sending electric shocks through your skin, while smiling like a predator playing with prey.

Johnny takes his hard cock out of his pants, while looking at you with dominance and desire, making you immediately kneel down as you watch Cage's big thick cock gleaming, the painful pink tip dripping a little lube nail, he strokes himself slowly, savoring your submission and the beautiful image of you handsome in a suit ready to suck his cock with, needy moaning, before you even touch him.

"-That's it, my sweet boy, show me how eager you are to please me... Take me in your mouth, wrap those pretty lips around my cock." As you lean forward, his hand tangles in your hair, guiding you closer to his throbbing cock.

The scent of his arousal fills the air as you absorb it, savoring the taste of it on your tongue. Cage's grip on your hair tightens slightly, a silent command for you to pick up the pace.

He guides your movements, his hips thrusting gently as he seeks pleasure deeper in your throat.

"-What a good cocksucker, (Y/N). You are making Daddy so proud. Go on, watch every inch of my dick go in, show me how well you can handle me." -Cage moans deeply, his pleasure evident as he watches you greedily devour his cock.

He revels in the feel of your warm, wet mouth around him, your desire to please him making him want to come soon, but he holds on, wanting to experience every inch of your delicious mouth.

"-Such a good little cocksucker, (Y/N), you're making Daddy so proud... Keep going, take every inch, show me how well you can handle me." As you continue to suck him, your moans and sighs mix with his, the sounds of pleasure filling the small enclosed space. The intensity increases.

"-Oh, fuck (Y/N), such a filthy, naughty boy, taking my cock so well, you were made to please me, weren't you? You're my little slut, my personal plaything... Fucking hell, your mouth feels incredible, you're such a good little slut, taking my cock like this."

"-Keep going, my pretty boy, show me how much you fucking want... I'm going to come soon, and you're going to swallow every drop, aren't you? Tell me (Y/N), tell me you he wants." -Cage speaks with a tense voice of pleasure, with a final thrust, he reaches the climax, his hot semen filling his mouth.

He moans loud and hoarse as he empties into your throat, the hot, sticky liquid running down your mouth.

You two leave the suit shop quickly, while Johnny paid for your suit with his black card and a smug smile, all the vendors looked embarrassed by the sounds you two made in the locker room, but didn't say anything, after all, the older man he owned everything there, and it wasn't good to cross his own boss.

Cage takes you into the luxurious Hollywood mansion, with a firm but gentle grip as he guides you up the stairs.

The opulence of the surroundings overwhelms your senses, showing off your extravagant taste and wealth. The mirrored walls reflect their figures, adding an element of intrigue and sensuality to the room. Inside the Presidential Suite, the marble floor feels cool under your feet as you take in the grandeur of the room.

Your eyes are drawn to the large jacuzzi tub, whose inviting bubbles promise relaxation, Cage, standing before you in his discarded clothes, radiates pure desire. His muscular physique and erect cock leave no doubt about his intentions.

“-Welcome baby” -Johnny purrs with malice evident between clenched white teeth, he moves closer, his hands grazing over your body, sending a trail of goosebumps wherever they touch.

"-But first, I want to see you, my sweet boy. Take off your clothes, let me feast my eyes on your beauty" He ordered you with dominance as he looked at you with his pulsating cock and needy, you take off your suit with tenderness and submissiveness to your best friend's father, you felt guilty deep down, but nothing mattered now, nothing but Cage and you. He looks down at your body, admiring everything slowly, devouring you like a hot and delicious meal, hovering his height over you, making him even more horny and hungry to fuck you soon.

"-You are a work of art, my dear boy. A masterpiece made to be admired and adored."

With a sudden rush of possessiveness, Cage presses you against the mirrored wall, his body pinning you in place. His lips crash against yours in a hungry, demanding kiss, his hands roaming your body with a sense of urgency, he soon pulls away from you, a thin little trickle of saliva connecting both lips as he looks you straight in the eye practically reading your soul.

"-Get ready, my darling, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to think about anything but my dick buried in you." -Johnny Cage speaks with a voice needy but still extremely dominant, he easily lifts you in his lap and carries you towards the jacuzzi.

The heat of the water envelops their bodies as he settles in, his hands still cupping her ass firmly, delivering a firm slap that sends a sharp stab of pleasure through your body.

Even with sexual experience and prowess, Cage struggles to penetrate your tight pussy, eliciting a grunt of frustration from him, but the difficulty only intensifies his desire, his determination to possess you completely.

Taking a deep breath, he presses his hips against yours, pushing his cock slowly into your slick entrance. The grip of your pussy tightens around him, causing a mixture of pleasure and discomfort to wash over you both.

"-Damn it, (Y/N)... You're so tight. I've never felt anything like it... So I won't last much longer.." -Cage groans, smiling slightly, his voice with a hint of mixed pleasure and frustration when he finally feels fully enveloped inside you.

"-You will scream my name and everyone will know who you belong to." -He speaks as he continues to invest in you, overcoming the tremors of his release, determined to take you to the limit too, his hand moves to your clit, deftly massaging the sensitive bundle of overstimulated nerves with dexterity.

"-Come for me, my good boy, show me how much you want it, how good I make you feel" -His grip tightens on your waist as he continues to fuck you with vigor and intensity, his cock penetrating deep in its smooth, tight walls, now coated with its own release.

"-Do you feel like you belong to me? How do I control every damn move? You're mine, and I won't let you forget that..." -Johnny speaks tensely with pleasure as he smiles cocky at you, continuing the attack with his fingers and cock in your needy and wet pussy.

"-So tight, so perfect for me. I'm going to fuck you senseless, claim every inch of you." And as the pleasure washes over you, your body shudders at the climax. You let out a loud cry of ecstasy, your orgasm crashing over you with a force you've never felt before.

Cage continues to thrust into you, prolonging the pleasure, until he finds his own release once more, thick ropes of cum filling your pussy as you both moan loudly through the mirrored room, echoing off the walls.

Breathing heavily, the older man's sweat-dampened body pressed against his, Cage looks at you with one of satisfaction and obsession, giving you a chaste, lingering kiss on the forehead, while whispering praise, whispering in your ear.

"-I'm not done with you yet baby, there's much more pleasure I've planned for us, come on, ride me, show me how desperate you are for my cock." He positions himself on the edge of the jacuzzi, his throbbing cock protruding from his body. His gaze never leaves your as you approach, your pussy still full of his semen.

Without hesitation, you mount him, lowering yourself to his rigid length. A moan escapes you both as he fills you completely, the tightness and heat of your pussy enveloping him in pleasure. As you begin to move, the rhythm and intensity building with each movement, Cage's hands grip your hips firmly, guiding and controlling your rhythm. His eyes bored into yours, the intensity of his desire evident.

"-Fuck little boy...you look so sexy on top of me, Riding my dick like a good boy."

"-That's right, my little cock-hungry boy."

"-You can't resist me... can't resist the power of my cock. You were made to be fucked by me, to satisfy my every desire."

"-Show me how much you want me, how much you need my cock inside you." -Cage's grip on your hips tightens as you ride him with increasing fervor, each thrust pushing you further into an inferno of pleasure.

He groans at the feel of your tight pussy squeezing his thick cock, the knowledge that he's fucking you without a condom bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

"-You take me so well, my sweet little bitch. Your pussy feels so good around my cock, so tight and wet, you were made for me."

"-Do you want more? Do you want me to fuck you like the dirty little bitch you are? It's okay babyboy... Daddy will give you exactly what you need."-Cage says while watching you with hungry eyes as you jump on top of him riding with need on his cock, his hands grip your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively as he quickens his pace, the visual heightening his desire even more as his see your reflection in the mirrors of the private room, he delights in the way you squeeze your pussy tighter around him, enjoying every inch of his thick cock as your pussy smeared his crotch and ripped abdomen.

The intensity of his thrusts builds one last time, and with a guttural roar, your body tenses as he releases a wave of hot cum inside you, claiming you completely.

The feel of him emptying into your tight, pulsing walls pushes you over the edge once more, and your own orgasm rips through you in a powerful release, Cage kisses you passionately, trembling with weariness and desire as he praises you again, but there's something darker there, something that hadn't yet come to the surface, he had managed to get you after years of waiting, after all... Johnny Cage always wins.

[hearts4golbach]

could you write something johnnie x reader where the roles are reversed in cuff me?

Yes, Officer.

pairing:

Police Officer!Johnnie Guilbert x Prisoner!Fem!Reader.

a/n:

also based off of this request.

i wanna write more interesting oneshots like this. GUESS WHOS GOING TO GET TO ACTUALLY SEE FALLING IN REVERSE LIVE??? (if youve read the night shift, you know.)

proofread/not proofread

warnings:

slight gun play, guns, blood/violence mention, pet names (sugar, ma, mama, etc,) SMUT 18+, oral sex (M receiving,) spanking, rough sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, unprotected sex, fanfic logic.

word count:

2.0k

your feet slapped against the pavement as you ran as fast as you could. rain patted against the street, a soft sound mixed with your harsh panting. you dipped into the forest, hoping no one would find you there, you needed to rest. your chest burned as you heaved, trying to catch your breath. rocks stabbed into your feet, making them ache and bleed. your white, stained tank top was now wet with sweat, and you could've sworn there was a puddle of it in your neon orange joggers. you began to walk further into the woods, promising yourself no one would be able to find you.

you found a decent place to sit on a log that was covered in dirt, but it was better than the slick grass and mud. you sat there, staring at the ground as you contemplated your options. you needed to get as far away from Los Angeles as possible. but how? you had no money, no car, no jo-

"put your fucking hands up!" a voice yelled from behind you. you whipped around, "if you run, i will shoot you." he added, walking towards you carefully. "you don't want me to call for backup, do you, ms. L/n?"

you stood up slowly, tossing your hands in the air as you turned around. there stood officer Guilbert, his gray camouflage gun pointed directly at your head. he walked towards you slowly. officer Guilbert was your favorite officer form the prison, not to mention, the most attractive. his sunglasses seemed to be glued to his face, seeing as they were on this late at night.

"still won't take off those damn glasses?" you teased. at this point, his gun was pressed into your forehead. the cold metal sent shivers down his spine. he didn't react to your snarky comment. "you wouldn't dare shoot that."

"don't fucking test me, sugar." Sugar was officer Guilbert's pet name for you. he had obviously taken some what of a liking to you, seeing as he hadn't given any of the other girls a nickname of any sorts. a light pink blush glowed on your face, making officer Guilbert smirk. "you wanna tell me what the hell you're doing out here?"

you rested your aching arms on his shoulders, stepping closer to him. " i want to feel free. don't you get it, officer?" he loved when you called him just 'officer,' you knew it for a fact. you knew he was holding eye contact, even though his sunglasses kept you from knowing for sure.

he lowered his gun slightly, dragging it down your cheek and to your chest. he dragged it down further, resulting in him slightly pulling down your tank top to reveal some cleavage. "you know, you're too pretty to be out here all by yourself. I'm sorry, ma. I'm going to need you to turn around and put your hands behind your back."

you groaned, giving him puppy dog eyes before turning around and doing as he told you. "yes, officer." you hummed, trying to weisle your way out of the situation.

he took a pair of cuffs off of his belt and locked them onto you. "why don't you turn back around and get on your knees, sweetheart?"

your heart jumped at his request. you slowly turned to face him before dropping to your knees. dirt clung to your pants and wood chips stabbed into your knees, but you found it extremely hard to care. the pain attributed to the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Officer Guilbert squatted down, coming face to face with you. "you think i wouldn't hear about your little crush on me? your cell mates don't know how to keep their mouths shut. i know about your fantasies about me, ms. L/n. you wanna tell me what that's all about?" a strong hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

"well, if you've heard, then i'm sure you already know." you spat, slightly embarrassed.

"you wanna get out of this? use your words, sugar. we can stop any time and i'll take you right back." he teased, a devious smirk plastered on his face. the way he was speaking to you made you throb. you felt arousal pool in your panties. "i have to take you back either way, sweetheart. now is our only time alone, and i plan to use it."

"p-please, officer." you whined, eyes fluttering shut as his calloused thumb ran over your scarred cheek.

"tell me what you want from me, Ms. L/n." he tisked, gripping your chin tighter.

your mouth watered as you noticed the growing bulge in his pants. embarrassment flushed through your body as you spoke, "'wanna suck your dick s'bad, officer Guilbert."

you leaned into his touch, making him smirk. "really?" he replied sarcastically. you chewed your lip and nodded. he pressed a harsh, short kiss to your lips as you melted into his touch. he pulled away and stood up, making you let out a soft moan at the loss of touch. "my pretty girl is just so touch starved, isn't she?"

you watched intently as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down slowly, revealing the briefs that were restraining his hard cock. your hands strained against the cuffs as you tried to reach out and touch him. "fuck," you whined, looking up at him.

he moved his glasses on top of his head so you could finally see his watercolor eyes. "only good girls get to touch, sugar." yo frowned at his words but didn't protest. "you sure you want to do this?"

you nodded quickly. "yes, yes officer. i want to so fucking bad." you sunk your teeth into your lower lip once more, picking at the shredded skin.

he pulled his boxers down and his dick sprung out. pre cum beaded at the angry red tip. he kept his pants gathered around his mid thigh. you leaned forward, licking from the base of his cock up to his tip. you wrapped your lips around him, making him buck his hips up. you swirled your tongue around his tip, making him groan at the sensation.

"shit," he muttered as you looked up at him with watery eyes. "you're doing s'good. don't worry, sweetheart. i'm gonna get you out of trouble, i was goin' to even before all this." word vomit flowed from his mouth as he watched your every mood.

you hummed against him, making his cock twitch in your mouth. you took him further down your throat. Johnnie choked out a groan. his hand moved to your hair. he grabbed a handful of your hair as he tossed his head back. you bobbed your head faster, rolling your tongue over every detail of his shaft.

"fuck, that's it." you stared at his ink covered skin, admiring his tattoos as you took his cock further into your mouth.

his sensitive tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around his length. he let out a low whimper, grasping your hair tighter. you couldn't help but smirk, the best you could, at the sounds he was making. "i wish i could break you out of that hell and have you all to myself."

you moaned in response, sending shivers up his spine. he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, the pain making a whimper slip past your lips. his cock was dripping with your spit mixed with his juices. he helped pull you to a standing position. his hand met the area where your jaw meets your neck, gripping it gently as he brought you closer to his face. "you want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?"

"fuck me, please." you pleaded, leaning into his touch and kissing his jaw.

he let out a grunt in response. "that's what i thought. so fuckin needy for me, hmm?" his lips crashed against yours as he walked you backwards into the nearest tree. he tasted himself on your tongue, making him groan into your mouth. he kept your hands cuffed as he flipped you around. your face was pressed into the tree as he tugged your baggy sweats down. "you look so fucking good, even in these state ordered tidy widys." he teased, placing a light slap on your ass.

you jumped, giggling as his joke. he kissed along your bare shoulder as he slid your panties down around your ankles to meet your sweats. you arched your back, giving him better access to your wet cunt.

"you're so pretty," he muttered against your skin as he alliance his tip with your wet entrance. he thrusted inside you quickly, causing you to let out a loud moan. "so fucking tight." he grunted, setting a quick face.

he drilled into your pussy, savoring the feeling of you clenching around him. you let out pornographic moans, which amused him and turned him on even further, this was the first time you were being fucked in a year and a half, and he was giving it to you good. his hands gripped the chain of the handcuffs tightly. "fucking shit, officer." you teased the best you could, your. mind fuzzy and cock drunk.

he groaned at the name, pulling the handcuffs so you were up against his chest. he wrapped his freehand around your torso and began to massage your tit. "i'm always staring at you. i love when you wear these white tank tops with no bra, fuck." he said breathlessly. he pinched your pebbled nipple between his finger.

"fuck! 'm so close, officer guilbert. please let-" you cut yourself off with a moan. "please let me cum."

"i got you, mama. let go." his sweet tone was contradictory to his manhandling. he pounded into you relentlessly, his only goal bringing you as well as himself past the edge. "where do you want me?"

"shit, my- my mouth." you panted, your jaw falling open as a loud whimper came out of you. your walls clenched around his cock hard as you came. he helped you ride out your high.

your legs were wobbly as you turned around and dropped to your knees once more. his cock was pulsing, begging for release. you stuck out your tongue, resting his tip on it. you pumped his cock quickly as you looked into his eyes, not breaking eye contact for a second.

he tossed his head back with a loud groan as he came inside of your mouth. you swallowed it all. he looked down  at you with nothing but admiration. his gaze softened. "here, get up."

you did as he instructed. he turned you around and unlocked the handcuffs, taking them off and rubbing your wrists gently. he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder before pulling your underwear and pants back up. you turned around and placed a soft kiss against his lips. he wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you kissed.

you helped him as well, pulling up his pants and buckling them for him. "still can't believe you knew about my crush on you the whole time." you joked, still slightly embarrassed.

Johnnie smiled, pressing one last kiss against your lips. he sighed. "fuck it. go."

you looked at him with a quizzical look. "what?"

"go."

[43501]

How would Near show affection to his lover? Like.. Do you think he’d be the type to cuddle or call them sweet names? Or would he be rather emotionally distant…

One of my favorite subjects! Thanks for the ask!

(Since you're whispering in my ear for Nearposts, I suspect you've already seen these, but if you haven't: Near Romance Headcanons Part 1 // Near Romance Headcanons Part 2)

Need to advise that my answer will be a combination of pointing to things in canon that inform my opinions, and pure headcanon. Death Note's canon and extrinsic materials give us very, very little indication of what any of these people are like in their personal lives (except L, who has an entire DS game where you can romance him, and I am forever jealous).

What kind of person is Near?

Want to start by saying that I think the common fandom perception of him as an emotionless person is wrong. He definitely feels things - very strongly at times, even (speech at the Yellow Box, calling the president a "maggot", that very, very good scene in the Relight where he calls Light after the SPK is killed and just sits there seething in silence while covered in blood) - but he's always in control of himself. That's one of his defining character traits, after all.

I don't know why this omitted from the English translation, but the Japanese text under the "personality" section of his character bio in HT13 describes him as "a dry person". Also worth mentioning that in Japanese, Near is maintaining a super high level of formality in his speech at all times. He's always ending sentences with -masu or -desu, even when he's talking to Mello.

Like, the only really telling thing we get about him as a person is a meta comment (from Ryuk, of all people) in HTR13 suggesting he might be distant from others because he's sensitive. I think we are supposed to infer that he intentionally isolates himself from others to maintain his peace and clarity of mind. By the way, the original Japanese version of this says "due to being too smart and sensitive, they cut off contact with the outside world", so the Viz English translation is faithful.

HTR13 explicitly says he "had no friends at Wammy's House" but this is obviously self-imposed. Linda tries to get him to go outside and play with the other kids and the fact that the other guy on-panel is like "don't bother, Linda" means that this is probably a regular occurrence... plus, we see the panel of everyone crowding around Near to look at his test results. They would probably try to be his friends if he'd allow it, but he seems to hold them at bay.

He values Mello a lot, though. He has zero hesitation about inheriting the title of "L" together with him and working collaboratively (and in the anime adaptations, honestly reads a touch disappointed to me when Mello storms out of Wammy's House). His original line to Mello during the reunion was "welcome home, Mello" (okaerinasai) ... why did they change that? He's quite passionate in his speech to Light at the Yellow Box, giving Mello the credit for solving the case and almost directly saying "he makes up for what I lack". It's implied he recovered Mello's belongings and eats Mello's chocolate in remembrance of him. He keeps Mello's finger puppet and just like... sits around wearing it, years later.

I think this is the in-text proof we get of the "he's actually kind of sensitive" comment from HTR13. Also the C-Kira one-shot where he falters and knocks over a tarot card tower when Halle correctly surmises he's agonizing about what the original L would do in the situation (and then he apologizes and dismisses them, asking to be left alone for the rest of the day). In general, his emotions are displayed through his props. In part because manga is a visual medium, in part because that's actually how he expresses himself... sitting in the shadow of those huge "L" shaped card towers. Taking great care with making Mello's puppet because he "liked him". Breaking his own toys whenever he gets frustrated.

All of that to say that I think, if we're trying to make inferences from canon:

Near is certainly capable of warmth (and I'd even argue genuine attachment and admiration for a person), but his expressions of affection are likely to be low-key.

His social skills are extremely low. At least at first, he's not going to know what he's supposed to do in a relationship. It might even take him a while to realize he has more-than-friendly feelings for a person in the first place.

The suggestion that he has a "sensitive core" somewhere under all of that leaves a lot to the imagination. There's a ton of ways this can be interpreted.

By the way, this didn't fit in with any of the above but I wanted to mention a scene I really like. Only in the TV anime, Near tries to stop the Task Force from pursuing Light when he flees the Yellow Box. When Aizawa tells Near "I'm not going to follow your orders", Near seems genuinely aghast and embarrassed for a moment lol. It's not a strictly necessary scene (it's not in the original manga or the Relight) but it's nice to see Near shocked out of his element for a second, a humanizing moment.

Actually Answering Your Question

Now I'm going to forget about all of that and answer with what is in my heart, as someone who has been unreasonably attached to this character for 17 years.

Most of his expressions of love are indirect. He's the world's greatest detective (implied to still be quasi-FBI in present day) and provides financially for his partner - it's a very practical, down-to-earth show of love and very Near-like. He's very creative and always making stuff. He'll definitely make things in the image of his partner - finger puppets, sculptures, plushies - and keep them nearby. He's a careful study of everyone and everything in his life, so he knows you back-to-front. Gifts relating to your interests/hobbies will show up at your door at random, he definitely expresses affection by way of gift-giving.

Yes, he's very cuddly. Once a trusting relationship has been established and he feels he can open up. In keeping with his tendency to express his bigger, more complicated feelings in ways other than words, he relies on physical affection as a shortcut. It makes him feel at peace. Sometimes it lulls him to sleep. The first times you hold him, it feels like you're touching a thoroughly touch-starved person. Something he does a lot is hide/bury his face in the crook of your neck. He also twirls your hair through this fingers like he does with his own hair, like you might be an extension of him.

Kissing is much the same. For the most part, it's very loving, pure and chaste. Impossibly gentle kisses on the back of your hand, your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. Those hot, open-mouthed kisses, all tongue and teeth, are a more occasional thing. It always makes his head spin a little, lol.

Sex is infrequent but intense (at least emotionally, for him, I think, especially the first few times). He's pretty straightforward about his desires, but a touch awkward about it still. I don't personally view him as asexual (this is a whole essay unto itself so I won't elaborate), but he could easily do without it also. It's low on his list of priorities.

I struggle to see him as someone who uses sweet names on a partner, but I honestly think you'd get a "dear" or maybe even "my dear" once in a while. It fits with him still being a little bit formal, even in his private life, and it's the address he went with for the back of Mello's photograph instead of writing "To Mello" or something more impersonal...

In the case of a long-distance relationship which doesn't have a face-to-face component, I think his letter-writing is thoughtful and surprisingly ardent. He can be more honest (perhaps a touch poetic) when he has distance and time to compose his thoughts and feelings and put them to a page. There's a Near x OC fic I really like that runs on this premise. He doesn't talk like this in person or on the phone, though.

He doesn't distance himself from his partner per se, but there's always a sense that he's holding back a bit or there's something unsaid. Like there's a little tiny part of him always just out of reach. He doesn't say "I love you" unprompted (though he'll say it back if you do first). He's never going to be one for grand gestures. Even if he loves you, he still needs a lot of alone time (both for himself and in service of his work) and appreciates you respecting his space.

[mrsriddles-blog]

Her Girl | P.P

Pairing: Slytherin Fem Reader X Pansy Parkinson

WC: 2k+

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, kissing, angst, drugs…

Summary: Unsure of how either of you feel and not wanting to risk losing one another as a person in each other’s lives, you continue to dance around the truth of your guys’ relationship.

A/N: I am so sorry! It has been ages since I’ve actually posted a piece of writing! This is a draft and I’ve seen all the requests, I’m working through them slowly, but surely! College and work have been a real pain in the ass, so I’m so sorry guys! I’ll probably be switching up the plan I had originally just to try and get some more work out and posted. I’ll also probably do away with the song fics until I have more time on my hands! I’ll try to finish the ones already planned and of course if a request comes up, but it’s super time consuming!

"Hey, who's that?" Lorenzo asks, pointing at you.

You sat alone at a table in the courtyard, your green robes sticking out to your own house. They've never noticed you before and clearly you were new if you were sitting at the Golden Trio's table.

"I don't know, but I feel like we should rescue her before the Golden Trio gets to her." Draco says, looking in the direction of the glaring Gryffindors.

"Too late." Mattheo mumbles, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Excuse me. Who are you sitting at our table?" Harry asks.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is your name on this table? No, it's not. So it doesn't make it your table. Now get the fuck out of my face." You snap.

The boy who lived was taken aback by your hostility, along with your icy tone. He puts his hands up, deciding not to fight with you. He had no idea who you were anyway, only that you were an enemy by your house colors.

You watch as he backs away, a familiar look of fear in his eyes. You wait until the three fools turn around before focusing back on the letter to your father. You had found you hated Hogwarts as you've faced nothing, but bullying and not to mention you were still friendless after a month. 

You weren't one to give up, but this time...you weren't wanting to fight.

There wasn't anything here for you. No one even in your house has noticed you. You're barely noticed by the professors. It's like you don't exist because you're not apart of their clicks. You pull a cigarette out, lighting it in hopes it'll ease your nerves.

You pack up your belongings, tired of the chatter as you begin walking to the Astronomy Tower in hopes for some peace.

"Sorry, didn't know anyone was up here." You mumble, seeing a girl with long brown hair and green eyes.

She wore no robes, but she wore a green tie—one that hung loosely around her neck. You start to make your way to turn to exit as she speaks.

"No! Wait! Come sit." She says, her cheeks flushing red at sounding so panicked.

Panicked because she realized she'd been quite a tad bit too long and was just staring, so you had begun to walk away. You were hesitant, but you take a seat next to her.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson." She says.

"Y/N Y/L/N." You murmur.

"I've seen you around. I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself sooner. I assumed it would be overwhelming as I'm sure people were eager to meet you. It's not often we get someone in the middle of the year, let alone our fifth year." She explains.

"You're alright. It's been quite the opposite actually. You're the first person to actually speak to me...and notice me. Although, I'm considering lettering my father to get transferred elsewhere." You admit, putting out your cigarette to light another.

"What? Why?" She asks.

"I've faced quite a bit of bullying since I've got here. Not that I've cared. Typically I'll handle it, but I'm not quite sure who keeps pulling their stunts. And I haven't made any friends. It's been hard." You admit quietly.

"Don't send that letter just yet. You are now my friend. Let me introduce you to my other friends later at dinner. It'll be nice to have another girl apart of the group, oh, and I'll figure out who's messing with you, Y/n/n. I'll handle it." She says, giving you a smile.

"That's okay, Pansy. I'll figure it out sooner if later. It's my problem to sort out anyway." You say, managing a soft smile.

"You can handle it, but I'll also be handling it. Trust me, if I don't handle it, the boys will which means all of them will cast hellfire on the unfortunate bloke. The moment they meet you, you'll be apart of our little family." She says.

"Hey, Pansy? I was wondering if—." You say, before stopping.

She was in a dark green lace bra, wearing a mini skirt as she sifted through her closet. She smiles at you, one that sent your stomach in a bunch of flutters. Your cheeks flush red when you realize you were staring.

"What's up, love?" She asks lowly.

You swallow thickly, your thighs not so discreetly clenching together as a heat ignited in your core.

"I...um, nevermind. Sorry, I can't remember what I was going to ask. Sorry, um for barging in." You say, looking anywhere, but her.

"Hey, what happened to your lip?" She asks, stepping forward until she was in front of you.

She lifts a hand, cupping your face as she runs her thumb across your busted lip.

"Nothing." You mumble.

"This isn't nothing." She scolds.

"It's not that big of a deal, Pans." You mumble, pulling back.

She purses her lips, nodding and you sigh, knowing you've pissed her off. You turn, leaving her dorm as you walk back to your dorm.

There was a party tonight and that was what you had gone to talk to Pansy about. You sigh, running a hand through your hair. You wanted to be bold though, so you began the tedious search through your closet.

"Hey, I wanted to talk with you." Theodore says, slipping in your dorm.

You've settled on an outfit and now you just had to get dress. You start to shimmy your way out of your jeans.

"What's up?" You ask.

"So—oh, hey Pans." He says.

Her eyes were on you as you were half-naked in front of Theodore Nott—one of the two most notorious boys in Slytherin who screwed with girls.

"Oh...when did this happen?" Pansy asks quietly.

"It's not that, Pansy. I've seen her naked like a lot now. Friends only, pinky swear." He says, leaning back on your bed.

You rolled your eyes, seeing she wasn't convinced. You pull on the skirt and look at her.

"I'm gay, Pansy." You say.

"Oh!" She says, her cheeks flushing red.

"You really think this girl would let me sleep with her and let me see her naked on a daily basis? No! She'd kick my ass." He snorts.

"I-I've got to finish getting ready. Sorry! I can't remember what I was going to ask...actually, I do. I'm sorry, I got cold and I iced you out because you weren't comfortable telling me what happened." She says.

"Pans, it was a stupid argument I got into. I shouldn't have listened because I know the truth anyway. It's seriously no biggie. Go finish getting ready. You and I will slay this party, more so you." You say, smiling softly at her.

She smiles, her cheeks flushing red, but she leaves. You look back at your skirt and fix it before pulling your shirt over your head.

"So, that answered my question. One of them at least. But, do you like her?" Theodore asks, unfazed as you take your bra off and pull on the lace bralette that was a dark green.

"Of course I do! She's a great friend...she's been accepting of me since day one and she's been nice despite me having my days sometimes. She's always understanding and I love that. No one has been that way for me. Ever. I've never really experienced the love and care of friends until her...and of course you guys, but she and I are always going to be a little closer obviously." You ramble, pulling on the black blazer.

"I meant in a more than friend way." He says, lighting a cigarette.

You sigh, sitting at your vanity as you straighten your hair, going for a bold look. You settle on a vibrant red lipstick along with dark eyeshadows.

"Yeah, but that won't ever happen, Theo. She doesn't like me that way. Not to mention...I've tried to subtly hint to her only for her to brush past it. I've gotten my hint, so I'm going to be thankful I even have her in my life as a friend." You explain.

"God, you are blind." He mumbles.

"And what are you talking about?" You ask.

"I'm talking about the way she talks about you to us when you aren't around. It's like, she's in some dream. She gets this dreamy smile and look to her eye when she thinks or talks about you. She lights up when you're around. She cares about you, worried when you're having an off day or if you get in a fight. She's just scared to lose you. You are more than her girl than you realize. And what about that fight you got into with that Ravenclaw who was calling her a fag and stuff? That's just being friendly?" He asks.

"You're telling me you wouldn't have fought her for that?" You deadpan, turning to him.

"One, I would have if she was a he as I don't hit girls. Two, is that all you got from what I said?" He asks.

"Theo, I can't lose her. I don't think you realize what that will do to me if I lose her. It's not that I don't want to believe what you're saying. I just don't want to get my hopes up. What if you're looking for the same thing I am?" You ask.

"I guess we'll find out tonight. I heard a certain Gryffindor was going to show her moves on Pans tonight. Just know it's on you for letting her slip away." He says, leaving your dorm.

You frown, looking at your vanity for a moment before finishing up your makeup. You pull on your heels with the snake coiled around the heel as music began to play. You debated on even going to this party.

You went nonetheless, striding towards the bar where you mixed up a drink that was borderline death itself. Your eyes found Pansy chatting it up with Hermione Granger of all people. You frown, not noticing a Hufflepuff sixth year striding towards you.

"I'm Anna!" She calls, sending a flirty smile your way.

"Y/n!" You call, smiling back slightly.

Pansy had tuned Hermione out, her eyes on you before she stormed over to the boys. She smacked Theodore in the head who curses.

"What the hell!? I thought you said she liked me!" She snaps.

"She does! What the hell was that for?" He says, rubbing his head.

"She's talking to that sixth year Hufflepuff! That's what it was for!" She snaps.

"I said she likes you. I even told her that Hermione was going to make a move on you if she didn't. I never said she'd make the move though. You are really important to her, she doesn't want to lose you. She rather have you as a friend than lose you because she doesn't believe you like her." He explains.

"So, she's going to just dance with her? Are you actually listening to whether she likes me or not or are you just a fucking bloke?" She snaps.

"That busted lip is because she got into a fight with a Ravenclaw who was calling you some nasty names. I believe I heard her say something across the lines of don't talk shit about my girl. You can stand here and sulk about her dancing with Anna, or you can go get your girl. Your choice." He says.

Pansy looks at him with malice before relaxing and sighing as a tired look washes over her face. She looks up at you to see you dancing with Anna still.

"I'll handle, Anna. It won't go anywhere obviously, but just so you can whisk her away." Astoria says, taking her pin out of her hair and shaking her curls free.

Astoria was a new friend of the group because of her arranged marriage with Draco, but only the group knew of the arrangement.

Pansy strides towards the dancing crowd and grabs your hand. You look at her as Astoria whisks Anna away. Pansy pulls you off to a secluded corner and sighs.

"I'm a bloody idiot for not realizing how you felt. But, that makes you one too as you haven't realized how I felt." She sighs.

"What?" You ask oblivious.

"I like you, Y/n/n. I have for awhile." She chuckles.

"I...I like you too, Pans. I just...didn't think you would ever feel that way for me." You admit quietly.

"Fucking hell, shut up and let me kiss you." She laughs.

Your cheeks flush red, but nonetheless, you let her pull you in by your hips, your lips meeting her soft ones that tasted like her cherry lipgloss. You smile into the kiss as your guys' guy friends started to whoop and holler for you both. You flipped them the middle finger as Pansy's hands move to your ass.

"She's got her girl." Theodore chuckles.

"The hell they'll be together." Mattheo laughs.

[captain-n-crunchies]

My Perfect

L x Chubby Reader

A.N: ( See even though im like late I STILL POSTED! im on like grind yall but, this man so fine I'm like i must write my deepest soul wrenching words about him)

I'm not perfect.

That's it. I tried every day as a kid to be perfect; pretty hair, small frame, soft voice everything to look desirable to others I tried to be. In high school I needed to be bold, thicker but not too thick, tall but too tall; never speak overly passionate it was a turn off, don't wear too much makeup it's like I'm a slut, and never can venture out and find a comfortable look for me. I never let the girl inside eat.

I wasn't berated though? Yes, I got stares when I wore something sitting and people saw my stomach, like yes mothafucka I got a stomach y'all thought it was a huge ass pot in my shirt? Yes, I did get the ' I'm sO cOnFideNt!' talk when I ate something like fruit, who doesn't like pineapple? When shopping I had looks of could I fit this or that and nobody ever comforted me when I would cry about not fitting jeans.

I was never perfect. But he never cared.

*Back to when Light didn't find the Death Note yet*

Log In: June 23, 2017

" What are you having for lunch?" was asked by my closest coworker, Maria she and I was friends since our college days when cramming information about law, statistics, and for some reason Shakespeare; we were forever. I turned to her in this damn rolling chair that was obviously not made for a girl with that thang back there, I mean why is half my leg practically on the floor? I thought about it for a second.

" I could go for quick burger, what about you?

" That's fine! Also did you finish your report? I didn't even get to..." I just stared at her though my head in space, Maria turned to see what I'm looking at and she saw a strange man walking inside the room.

" Um...I don't think he works here?"

" Is this when we got to fight for our lives? I don't have no weapon."

The man tall, dark unruly hair not curly though it looks like a one of those emo people from the 2000's like my chemical romance vibes, he has a homeless man look on him...its kind of sexy thought but, he doesn't work here?

We watch him while towards us and goes to the head manager cubicle that two rows ahead of us. We look at each other and look down acting like we're working but, we really being nosy. We hear only indicant chatter and the strange man's voice, his name is Riuzaki? Or Rukai? I don't know and our manager asked again, and he ignored the question and started talking about something different. Kind of rude but, with the way our manager is I'd do the same; Maria looks at me and looks at the time and tells me it our lunch break so, we both get up and I make sure to push down my jacket a habit I did as a teen to look slimmer, we walk out and down the little pathway to the front of the office when we get close to the strange man I turn my head down, his eyes immediately traced to me and he stared at me and he turned, kind of weird his eye contact was intense!

We walked over to the company lunch places inside it's a tiny burger spot filled with American dishes; we haven't really eaten there so we decided to try it out since it was also raining. Maria order first, a chicken salad with extra chicken and cheese with a large drink and dessert then it's me, a cheeseburger with fries and a large drink with a cookie; we wait a bit and sat down at a two-seat table and we talk about the sight we just saw.

" I wonder if he's trying to get a job here? "

" For what though? we ain't got nothing available yet."

" What if they fired somebody!? I heard but I didn't hear from department C that somebody was overusing company resources and they got let go."

" Omg, who?" Maria was going to say but we hear a buzz, and our food was ready we grabbed a tray and the person who gave us our orders gives me a look, ya'know the look of ' Breaking that diet huh?' Its common but still is annoying so I mean mug him back and he backs off. Sitting down we talk about our topics of choice like vacations, fashion trends, the latest news when the man from earlier comes down; didn't even see him till he pulled up a chair beside me and stared. Like what?

" Oh, Hello!" I introduced myself and Maria does the same, but how says nothing and stared at me.

" Are you going to eat that?" He points at a strawberry cookie I got, I look and shake my head "no' even though I was saving it I give it to him and smiled. He takes it and thanks me and then turned to Maria and asked how she feels about the company. Now, Maria is a sweet girl but, if she can't say her opinion without lying so she tries to say it's wonderful but, he caught on.

" Don't lie. I'm not going to do anything."

" Oh! but I'm not! really it's a won-"

" Your eyes turned up, when some people lie, they eyes turn up to think of somethings. Your hands turned over into a clasped position saying you're more of nervous than calm when I asked."

She's shocked and so am I, he takes a bite of the cookie and then looks at me to which I look away and he stares at me; deep black eyes pierced into, and I just look away because if I looked back what if he jumps me and I gotta kick and scream like that would be so embarrassing!

" Are you nervous?

" No, never"

" Hm...You look uncomfortable" He continued eating and I looked at Maria with a head tilt.

" So, what's making me uncomfortable."

" Your clothes, your shoes are hurting your feet by the way you walked quickly, and you have the heels of them off" He responded quickly, and I was shocked I mean he didn't lie. I just look and Maria excused her and mouthed ' Whoop his ass' and went to the bathroom, so now it's just us. We look at each other and I just shook my head and began eating again. He just looks at me and then turns his body towards me completely.

" What?"

" Do you like your position here?"

If I had the choice between working here and $20, I would pick $20 and a bag of skittles, it has it benefits from time to time but it not worth the headaches and long hours and I tell him just that. He hums and says nobody ever been that honest and I could care less, I listen and eat when he asked another question.

" If you're really don't like how you look why don't you change it"

It wasn't even a question it was like a statement like he knew, he knew from when he stared at me, he watched me. I look at him shocked and I just chuckled and threw the rest of my food away and left, texting Maria that I got sick. Walking away I see him get up and follow me, so ignored him; he just walked beside me and just looks either at me or around him hunched over like he finna throw up. Like what compells somebody to say that? Did he think I'm the one to try to play around with thing you'll get a good joke ooutta me? I should've shoved that damn drink up his stuck up ugy big headed-

" Your mumbling"

"...ok"

" If what I said made you mad just say it"

" If I did I'll go to jail for man slaughter."

He just chuckled, even though I'm pissed he sounded a little smexyyy but, I'll still beat his ass. I keep walking towards the parking lot, and he grabbed my arm asking can he be honest.

" I mean if back there wasn't honest I don't know what is"

He just stared (he got a staring problem) and began talking about how he meant that he saw me adjusting my jacket a habit he saw a lot of girls do when they want to look slimmer, then he saw the look his manger gave us me when I walked past, he said it was in utter disgust. As he went on all the insecurities from the past came again the girl inside of me just began to show, I looked at him blank, my hands started to sweat, my thoughts ran through me like a train, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a sob slipped through like butter from my mouth. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

" Being a girl in Japan is hard, being black in Japan is harder, being a fat girl and black in Japan is like a war zone every day in my mind. From stares, to the so called ' complements', to everything inside growing out of me is like a constant war zone. Having men look at me like a 3rd class citizen is the problem, having girls treat me like I'm beneath them was the problem and no one had a problem with it."

" But who could care? It's not like I can change what they say with the attitude they expect from a black girl. I'm not perfect but, they wanted me to be and how am I going to achieve that? Huh?"

I stopped for one second and he just said nothing, all the bottled-up feelings I've had just overwhelmed me and I overshared.

" I think your perfect"

" Lying is a sin ya'know"

" Then good I'm an atheist. Your look is perfect."

How can somebody look perfect? With a body like this, my skin to people in this country are like a permanent plague, and my hair is just a warning to them on its own. I am not perfect, but he thinks I am. He's trying to help me feel better and it's not going to work.

" If this is perfect then-'

" You're not going to believe something if you denie it so much."

This man says that beautiful is different to everyone, like what people grew up with which is skinny, fair skin, and cute people they think it's a standard and everyone that's not all three of those traits are ugly. He said the way I feel is how he felt as a child he was never built manly, he was always so small and skinny people thought he was sick. It never bothered him; he seemed wiser as a kid then the whole world at its years; I couldn't even disagree with any statements I always found how people views change when they see unique things or common things and associate them with ugliness or beauty.

" For a homeless man your very smart"

"...I'm not homeless."

" Oh...then why you dress like you've seen a clothing store in life."

" I have seen a clothing store. I just don't see the appeal of dressing up."

He's an emo hippie. But nevertheless, I just listen and make my own few points. We continued walking and he stops me again.

" What's your name?"

" Reader Last Name, and your?

" Call me L"

' Hello L"

" Hello Reader"

Now we walk in comfortable silence, by the time I'm by the garage L asked for my number, his contact now ' Emo Hippie' and mines?

'My Perfect'

A.N: ( i finshed! I love this one because i feel this irl about my body type but, i got over it and it's kind of hard to write L's dialogue without making him sound rude because he's only nonchalant. But, let me know if you like it!

[ceruleanangel]

The Diamond of Zaun- Chapter Two

Pairings: Vi x Reader kiiiiinda Silco x Reader could be more later...

Tags: f!reader, performer!reader

Content Warnings: angst, kiiiiiiinda age gap! relationship

a/n: Chapter two everyone! this one actually gets into the plot so im really excited to see what y'all think. Also I'm making it to where Vi and reader are both 17 pre time skip, so around 24/25 after the time skip.

Also Also I've been binging some playthroughs of Final Fantasy VII and I'm absolutely smitten with Cloud Strife so don't be surprised if some drabbles of him come through teehee.

Chapter One

“I finally got a letter back”

Vi’s head instantly turned to you from the couch she was lazing on, 

“What does it say?” 

You held up the sealed envelope so Vi could see it. She quickly vaulted over the back of the couch to meet you where you stood at the entrance of the gang’s little clubhouse. She waits for you to open it, glancing back and forth between the letter and you, biting your nails in anticipation. “Oooh I can’t open it, I’m too nervous.” You extend the envelope to Vi, flashing a smile, “Can you do the honors?” Vi raises an eyebrow at you and tuts, but regardless, she takes the envelope. She messily tears it open, although careful to not damage the contents of the letter inside. She clears her throat and reads in a pretentious accent,

“Dear Miss Y/n L/n, 

With great pleasure, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Piltover Institute of Dance and Performing Arts-”

Vi wasn’t able to finish reading the letter before you grabbed her hands, jumping up and down squealing with excitement. You hop up on the boxing machine platform that has doubled as your mock stage over the years for your ‘grand performances.’ Mostly only for Vi. “I can see it now!” You spin on the stage, holding an air microphone, “Everyone will know my name…I’ll even have it in lights!!” You turn and smile down at Vi. You can feel your cheeks heat up as she looks up, smiling warmly at you. You nervously put down your hands and breathe out a small sigh of relief as she looks back down at the letter. Your excitement swiftly fades to confusion as Vi’s eyebrows furrow, and she continues reading,

“...and we eagerly await your presence on campus in Piltover one week from now… “ she looks up at you, the corners of her lips becoming down-turned, “You’re leaving us in one week?” You step down from the stage to stand in front of Vi once again. You don’t meet her eyes, looking towards the floor, 

“Well, classes would begin in one week so…” A moment of silence passes, both of you contemplating the limited amount of time you’ll now have together. You finally gather up the courage to look up at Vi and slip both of your hands into hers. She gazes back into your eyes, despite her tough exterior, you can sense the sadness in her expression. “I promise I’ll come back to you every weekend!” you convince, trying to coax a smile out of her face despite the melancholy moment. You pull her towards the make-shift stage, backing up until you can step up onto the platform. Your thumbs rub circles on her hands as you muster up your award winning smile, 

“You know that you’ll always be my favorite person to perform for.”

Current Time

It’s almost as if time had stopped, the way you stood frozen in the hallway outside of your dressing room. Your hand would have shaken if not for its stabling hold on the door. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears as your vision became foggy, the image of Vi fading from the sight of her in front of you, to the way you saw her seven years ago, bloodied and…

“Hey Dia, everything alright?” the sound of one of the club’s bouncers jumpstart your brain back into motion. You look towards him then follow his eyes back to Vi and also another tall girl with blue hair that you don't quite recognize, standing behind her. “Is there a problem?” You’re about to open your mouth when Vi hoists herself up from the couch, and strides up to you, placing her hand on your shoulder as she passes.  You can only watch, mouth agape, as she turns to the bouncer, grinning at him “No, no problem here, we were just heading out.” She takes ahold of your hand and slips somthing in it, nodding to the bouncer and continuing down the hallway. The blue-haired girl follows close behind, skittishly looking between you and the bouncer before jogging to catch up with Vi. Who is that girl?

Once your brain catches up with the events that just transpired, you move to catch up with them, her name fighting to be freed from your throat, but the bouncer grabs your arm, “Yes?” you hurriedly ask him, you keep your eyes locked on Vi, desperate to catch up with the mystery that is currently walking away from you, carrying all your answers with it.

 “Boss left something for ya in your office.”

That catches your attention, and you turn to the bouncer, “the Boss did?” “Yep, came and dropped it off himself.” Thoughts fly through your brain once again but you quickly filter through them, the time-sensitive ones flying to the top.  You glance back toward the hallway and once you see it’s empty, you rush toward the door and glance out into the bar. Your eyes squeeze shut in frustration once you realize that Vi is already long gone. You turn, retreating to the back hallway, letting your head fall, but your gaze reminds you of a folded piece of paper in your hand. You quickly return back to your dressing room and open it up. You chuckle at the chicken scratch handwriting thats virtually unintelligible, that is, to almost anyone but you.

Meet me in an hour. You know the place.

Shivers ran down your spine. As time went by, ghosts from your past always seemed to go away, either fading into something else or being gone permanently. 

This was not a ghost you’d ever thought you’d see again

After boring holes through the folded, crumpled paper with your stare, you set the note down to get ready. But once you glance up, you're reminded of the ‘something’ that was left in your room. 

Not noticing the grand bouquet of fresh flowers sitting square in front of you on the dressing table goes to show the level of distraction that you are currently dealing with. You sit up in your chair, breathing in the scent of fresh tulips. You cup one of the buds in your hands as you glimpse the corner of a card peeking out from the center. You pull it out and have no trouble reading the excellent penmanship, 

My Diamond,

I’m so terribly sorry I had to miss your show, but I have no doubt you were as dazzling as usual, please do take these as an apology 

-S

Compliments and other such flattery have long since grown weak on you, having heard everything in the book, but you pretend to not feel a slight heat on your cheeks as you place the note back into the bouquet. Instead, you pluck one flower out of the bundle and arrange it into your hair, pulling it up and back away from your face. You quickly change out of your performance outfit and into something you can wear through the streets of the underground. You slip out into the night, heading exactly where you know you’ll meet the pink-haired ghost of your past. 

~

You make sure to listen intently to your surroundings as you traverse your way to the old clubhouse. It being abandoned and such, you never know who could be slinking around, especially with Shimmer affecting the citizens the way it does, causing them to find solace in the shadows. You wish you could retreat in such shadows, but the light always seems to find you. 

You reach the broken glass window and navigate through, without marking yourself on the shards. Scars wouldn’t be good. No one likes a damaged product. The glass crunches under your boot as you wander through a place you once practically lived in. Your hand brushes against the boxing machine that holds so many memories. You looked up at the leaderboard. If the power was on it would show Vi holding the top places, and many more after that. Without your knowledge, a smile began to tug at your lips as wetness started to well up in your eyes. Your hands blindly start to grasp to find the switch. 

“Don’t bother, they won’t work.” You didn’t need to turn your head to know who was speaking from behind you. Nonetheless, you whirled around, once again glimpsing Vi and an unidentified blue-haired girl. You had questions about her, but those could wait. 

“Vi, I-” “Where's my sister?” you two spoke at the same time. “...your sister?” you spoke after a moment of silence. Vi began to stride towards you, her voice becoming more intense and frantic.

 “Yes, where's Powder, I need to find her now-” 

“Vi where have you been?” Vi stops in her tracks, only a few feet from you as you cut her off. You can feel your throat start to close up as tears start to well in your eyes. You will not let them fall. Your eyebrows furrow in anguish and frustration, why did she leave you?

“I thought you were dead and - and now you just reappear like nothing happened?” You glance down at the shards splintered on the cement floors down below, trying to blink away the wetness in your eyes. “...not even ask how I've been?” 

There's a moment of silence between you, but you refuse to look up into her eyes. You’re scared of anything you might see on her face, sadness, anger, but most of all, 

Indifference 

You could have never imagined the sinking in your stomach when what you were afraid to see is instead delivered to your ears,

“I don’t have time for this-I don't even know why I bothered…you’re too busy galavanting on stage, prancing around for everyone- for Silco.” She spat the words at you like it was poisen in her mouth. You finally look up at her in time to see her turning her back, “...You don’t care about us anymore.” She begins to take a step away but she stops at the sound of your voice,

“You have no idea what I care about!” Your chest tightens and the tears run freely down your cheeks. Images of the seven years you were apart, the seven years you had to do what you could to survive, images of the Garden. Your head buzzes with anger and anguish, and you release it all out onto Vi. You aren’t aware of what you’ll say next, the feelings that have been built up over the last seven years cause words to stream right from your heart to your tongue.

“You have no idea what I have done to protect those I care about...including you.”

You don’t even take a minute to catch your breath before taking long strides towards the broken glass in which you entered. But instead of moving out of the way of Vi you aggressively bump into her shoulder, leaving her stumbling as you continue to the exit. You kick in the glass at your feet, trampling smoothly through the gaping hole. The cool air from outside in the alley blows through your clothes as if they weren’t even there, swiftly calming your hot head and bringing you back to reality. You take a deep breath and turn your head, just enough to be perfectly silhouetted by the neon lights blazing on from outside the valley.

“And by the way, it’s not Powder. Your sister’s name is Jinx.”

Chapter Three

[imbibitorlunaeluv]

Late Night Talks

You can't seem to get a peaceful night's rest, and neither can he.

Yuta Okkotsu x Fem! reader.

A lil drabble I made, basically for those who feel absoloutely guttered after a long day. L/N is your last name! have fun lovelies and DON'T sleep late!

This isn’t normal. None of this should be normalised to a teenage girl, a child who eliminates curses up until the sun rises up. But there are some who are considered gifted. Blessed to be stronger by others, and at all cost protect the weak. Though those rules are unwritten, it should be common knowledge by everyone.

I open the door to the dorms, my breath heavy as I fight the urge to close my eyes. A full week of enduring the need to faint is what I have overcome, and it may as well become part of my life by now. They say it is all well, the safety of others- of the weak, ensured.

The strong shielding the weak.

I lazily take off my combat boots, not caring what noise I may make at this time of night as I let my back collapse onto the sofa. I feel my sight become a blur, the taste and smell of curses still lingering in the air, the face of a helpless man screaming and kicking whilst making it harder to exorcise the damned cursed spirit.

To hell with the weak.

My right arm lifts up to cover my eyes, exhaling through my nose as I feel myself getting lightheaded,

“I feel like dying today…”

I mutter, to absoloutely no one. Besides, who in god's name would still be up by this hour?

“L/N-san?"

For some reason, something in me warms up just by hearing the familiar voice. I pry my hand away slightly, only to be met by a cursed boy’s dark silhouette in the dimly lit living room we both inhabit. His head peeked out from above the couch, leaning against the back of it while he looked down at me.

“Yuta…” I couldn’t fight the small smile forming onto my face, a slight bit surprised that I was caught off guard and couldn’t sense his presence.

“What… Why are you still awake?”

"I should be the one to ask you that."

I sit up slightly, propping myself up onto my elbows as I attempt to show a non exhausted grin, not like he could actually see it in such darkness.

“I just finished a mission… took longer than expected.”

He doesn’t at all seem satisfied with my answer. The change in atmosphere and posture could tell it all,

“Ah… alright then.”

“You don’t seem content with my answer, pretty boy.”

And he answers a beat later,

“You’re lying. Your missions usually take way longer than this.”

Even without seeing him clearly, the frown on his face was as bright as the sun. Ever since our shared conversation in the sushi restaurant, Yuta and I have been conversing more and more frequently without experiencing an awkward silence.

So attentive, I let a chuckle slip past my lips. The thought of having someone who could actually be awake enough to hear me come through the door is actually frightening. Having someone else who also has a messed up sleep schedule, or mind, accompanying me in the lonely night.

I gave into a smile, “You were always awake, weren’t you?”

A question that needed no answering to, making Yuta shake his head slightly as he walked to turn on the kitchen light instead.

“I never sleep- well at least I try not to…” his voice trails off, a yawn overcoming him as I sit up to get a better view of Yuta.

The way his eyes were begging to be closed shut, his slouched back and heavy eye bags were enough to make me feel slight pity. For a boy who claims to never sleep, he’s done particularly well in the art of combat. His passion, his determination, his love towards her.

I pursed my lips at the thought of Rika, “Do you never try to talk to… you know… Rika?”

A laughable question it might be, humorous to Yuta probably as I expected him to topple over laughing. But then again, it’s Yuta. The depressed cursed teenage boy I saved. The cursed boy merely smiles, holding his mug in one hand as he looks over to me.

“Not ever since being haunted by her face in my dreams, no.”

I experienced it too, is what I wanted to say. Although nothing leaves my mouth, I give an understanding nod instead. After realising that the past would always chase me till my sleep, I was slightly grateful for the stockpile of missions that made me occupied. I stopped consulting with Shoko as it proved to be of no help.

“Sometimes when I do see a glimpse of the past Rika… I feel sick to my stomach.”

I know the feeling.

“Knowing that I couldn’t even do anything made me feel useless… even until now.”

I’ve always felt that way.

“Sometimes I feel that Gojo-sensei was right… love is a twisted curse.”

Love is for the weak.

I let out a hum, eyes casted down to instead look at my nails and speak whatever comes to my head, “He told me the same thing. But I thought it was so I would steer away from dating anyone.”

And for a moment, I catch a glimpse of Yuta’s sheepish look.

“You-you’ve never… had a lover?” he questions me, his cheeks flaring up into a vibrant pink while avoiding any form of eye contact. He sounds lost, astounded, even. It’s as if the facts I conveyed to him were all white lies.

“Never really thought of having one, really. I admit that the topic of romance does hang higher in the books I read, but I’ve never experienced what it’s like to be loved romantically by someone.”

My explanation seemed to bring Yuta some courage to at least look me in the eye, his lips slightly parted at the information he received. He seems to stay like that for a moment, the same startled look looming on his features.

I take notes on his face features, softly lit up by the light shining right above the kitchen counter behind him. The colour on his face seemed to return after enrolling in Jujutsu High for a while, and he doesn’t look as skinny and bony as he did. His hair was growing a tad bit longer, more fluffy but never kept neat. My gaze goes down to his lips, his slightly chapped, parted lips.

I feel myself getting warmer by the second, my heart thumping so loud I can almost throw it up. He looks at me, with such eyes that cloud so much thought. And I absolutely feel myself getting weaker just by this, and I absolutely hate it.

I return my gaze to his eyes, “Too shocked to speak?”

Yuta flinches by the sound of my voice, almost as if he was in a haze whilst looking over at me. He then shakes his head, watching his unkept raven hair move as a blush rises to his ears. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes not meeting mine as I can barely make out his muffled voice,

“You’re just… too pretty

[shydroid3000]

for the character ask thing, i gotta go for L 👀

Ooh, fun one haha. I'll try not to write too much..!

From the ask game:

First impression: I watched the anime first, and I remember finding it delightfully odd and silly that what we saw of this mysterious detective initially was a computer that was for some reason on the floor as he used it? Haha. I remember just thinking, "what is with this dude typing and detectiving on the hard floor?" Lol Once we actually get to meet him fully, I was more delighted. L really was a "love at first sight" (or glimpse) type of character for me. He's got all the ingredients of a character I will have an affinity for: oddball gremlin with delightful quirks, obviously autistic, weird looking in a hot (to me) way, clever, confident, and with a depth of feeling and loneliness that he isn't necessarily aware of himself. He's got a 'weird little bi dude' energy that I love (maybe I'm projecting, but it's true to me lol). I also related to various things about him right away (mostly to do with the autisticness lol): the weird sitting, the excessive love of sweets, the insomnia, the obsessiveness, the lack of capacity to independently take care of activities-of-daily-living like cooking/cleaning/self-care/etc., the finding Light hot despite one's better judgement lol.

Impression now Not that different, but more fleshed out I guess. I'm still as delighted by him as ever. I think because I adore him and project onto him so much, something that has developed over time is a better understanding/acknowledgement of his capacity to be selfish or cruel or unethical. It's a bit easy for me to slip into "uwu L" mode, but I try not to slip too far because I do enjoy the complexities of his character lol.

Favorite moment Oh gosh, that's tough. Hm... Well, in the anime, the rain scene is definitely up there. That will never not get to me lol. Some others that come to mind: His and Light's fight during Yotsuba when on the Misa 'date''; L saying Light is his first friend; his reaction to Naomi's disappearance (I like how it suggests his understanding of and respect for her as a person); his decision to handcuff Light to him 24/7 LOL; when he first meets the task force and they see what a weirdo he is (plus his finger gun and "bang!" haha); anytime he displays sadness. Oh and as a bonus, when he's dressed as a paramedic during the Matsuda mattress rescue LOL. He looks so cute! (Whoops, math isn't my strong point but pretty sure that's more than one moment lol)

Idea for a story Oh, that's kind of tough too. I feel like whatever I think of off the top of my head won't be very interesting, considering how many good L and Lawlight stories there are out there haha. But I'll throw out a random premise I've mulled over in the past: AU where L is born later, so by the time Kira exists L is maybe like 15, earlier in his foray into detective work. I like thinking about the ways younger L might be different in his approach, but also the ways in which his personality would be pretty much unchanged lol. It's also fun to think about teen L's fascination with Kira/Light having a more childlike crush element to it.

Unpopular opinion I don't know that it's actually that unpopular (at least, not in the fandom circles I hang out in), but my read on his statement about Light being his first real friend is that it's the truth. I know there is extra-textual material where Obha explains that L was lying then. But I just personally don't find that reading as compelling nor as supported by the text of the anime/manga itself, regardless of what Obha intended. I think L was absolutely manipulating, but I think it was also true for him that Light was his friend. They truly are the quintessential frenemies (/soulmates) lol. I said in some other post that I think L's biggest manipulation is painting his authenticity the colour of a lie (like how his real first name is L but it's presented like that letter is a mere alias), and I think he does that in this moment too.

Favorite relationship Well, it has to be Lawlight lol. But I also like L and Naomi, as well as L and Matsuda (in both cases, whether as ships or not). I also find his dynamic with Aizawa (and the particular ways they clash) really intriguing.

Favorite headcanon Hmmmmmm..... Only the most obvious ones are coming to mind right now lol. Like, L being autistic (I feel like that barely even counts as headcanon since it's so obvious lol). Or him being gay for Light (refer to previous parenthetical remark). If I think of something more interesting I will come back and add it lol.

[strawbearrrry]

Uhhh I'm writing a fanfic on quitev, it kinda sucks rn because I literally had no idea how to start it but it'll get better later, it's a Karma x Reader x Gakushu

There's more of it but I just put down the first bit

Here's the first bit of it

Y/N L/N is the smartest girl in her school

The smartest girl in Asagao high

Y/N L/N is also the loneliest girl in her school

The loneliest girl in Asagao high

She doesn't have any friends, doesn't talk to anyone and spends almost all of her time in a small cramped room in the back of the school. They don't mind because it hasn't been used in years.. It hasn't been touched for good reason, but you're a sweet girl and she would've wanted that so they don't mind at all! 

That really isn't what she would've wanted

But they don't know that

Sometimes though, she likes to spend time in the music room playing the violin. Or outside doing archery, she seems to be very talented. 

But currently she's in class, staring at the rain as it hits the glass of the window. She's not paying attention because she doesn't need too, till she hears her name.. 

"Y/N L/N?"

You flinch and look at the teacher

"You're needed in the principals office"

You get up and grab your stuff, this is normal being a top student. You would know, she told you all about it. 

You knock on the door, expecting to not get an answer but and Suzumi Satoo opens it for you. She was your first year teacher and now she works as a counselor. She has always looked out for you, not just because you're the top student, but because she genuinely cares. She greets you with a warm smile and gestures you inside. 

It's cold and very dark inside, the only light that's on is a small lamp on the desk. It smells like old books and 

"Y/N?" The principal turns his chair around as you sit down in the chair across from him. "You do know what's happening next week don't you?"

You wince remembering

Right, the games.. 

Every two years Asagao and their rival school Kunugigaoka have a 'friendly' competition, students go head to head competing in everything. Regular academics, sports, home ec.. Anything

The competition is anything from friendly though the two schools hate each other

Right now the two schools are tied in wins, you've only remembered because she won for Asagao

"The games right?" You speak quietly but it sounds so loud in the almost empty room

"Yes, I want you to compete this year" his intimidating voice spoke, his face was covered with a folder that he was looking through. "Y/N you are our top student, the best of our whole school. Having you there will guarantee our win"

You knew this was coming, but you still weren't prepared. Of course he would ask you, you're a child prodigy, too student! But you really don't want to do this, however your parents you really don't have a choice. 

It sounds like torture, competition isn't really your thing. You don't like getting on people's bad sides and competing against them is the easiest way to do it. 

Noticing your hesitation, your principle spoke up. "I know competing isn't your thing, but think about her. She would've wanted this, right?"

Wow that's terrible, why would he use her like that? You're trying to forget about her.. 

Let's face it that will never happen

"Okay.." You mumble quietly it could take your mind off of her, and maybe this is what she wants

Besides they put this on records for university, winning could be great for you

"Good, I expect great things from you Y/N" 

And with that you got up to leave, before hearing his voice

"And one more thing"

You turn around and look at him

"There are two students in your grade that go there, both have perfect grades and athletic records. I'll have files sent to the back room for you to look through" 

That's right, he's never played fair. You remember her telling you all about it

"What are you doing?" A twelve year old you walks into ____s room

she turns around in her chair with that warms smile she always gave you plastered on her face, but despite her warm smile she still scolds you "Y/N you should be resting!"

You frown "but I'm so bored!" You whine "can I just stay with you? I pinkie promise I won't get you sick!"

she sighs "Okay.. But I'm doing boring stuff too, your still gonna be bored"

you smile "I'm never bored when I'm with you!" You sit next to her, looking at the screen of her laptop "now can you tell me what you're doing"

she giggles and pinches your cheek "okay nosey rosey, I'm just looking up some stuff for the games next week" she looks writes some stuff down in her purple notebook. 

on her screen was records of this building.. "What's a Kunugigaoka?"

She laughs "it's a school silly! Im just looking up information so we can win" she continues her typing

you jaw drops as you gasp dramatically "Cheater!" You then start coughing

"Y/N!" She gets you some water and scolds you again "this is why you need to rest!"

you take a sip of your water and stop coughing "sorry ____" you pout

"it's fine but you should rest now" she takes your hand and starts walking to your bedroom

"but why are you cheating?" You frown looking up at her

"I'm not cheating!" You feel her hand rubbing the top of your head "I promise I'm not, I'm just getting information so I know what to work on"

"so you promise you won't cheat?"

"promise!"

You never did find out if she cheated or not, but you hope for the best.