#I’m sorry that I won’t shut up but your honor I loved him

[aestheti-kitty]

Was reminded today that my Daddy Lord Eshteross is dead and I just need a moment of silence.

[beiasluv]

arrow and papaya | o. piastri (81)

a/n: figured you guys are bored with yn adoring oscar…so here’s more 🤭

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I can not stop making them. lmk if y’all are bored 💀

like, reblog, inbox me, whatever if you liked it. if not, what are you even doing 🥱 jkk

today’s a great day to take care of yourself. stay hydrated!!

[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes, Again✦

Guess who's back...back again-

Ghost @ DILF!Y/N: Stop making me have gay thoughts, General. I look at men and I feel weird. I feel strange. It makes me wanna do things. I don’t like that.

(This also works with Soap, of course)

-- (Based on that one Avatar moment that set the fucking bar for me. Also, bonus random name of an NPC) Ghost: Oliver is the best sniper. DILF!Y/N, real softly over Ghost’s shoulder: …well I don’t want Oliver. Ghost, a man with daddy issues: Ghost, internally: HOLD IT THE FUCK TOGETHER SOLDIER, WE’LL GET THROUGH THIS

-- Y/N: I was gonna say that if in ten years time, the two of us aren’t married, let’s agree… Gaz: Yeah? Y/N: To hunt each other for sport. Gaz: T-To hunt each other for sport?- Y/N: Yeah! D-did you just agree?! Gaz: I thought you were gonna say like, y’a know, let’s get married! Let’s- Y/N: Oh! Oh. Gaz: I’ll be your Gilligan! Y/N: I didn’t mean- the signals-

-- Gaz: Sorry! I thought I saw a wasp. Y/N: Do you love me too? Gaz, breaking his neck: Excuse me?

-- (NSFW warning) Y/N: Like- no I know it’s bad but bro I- he makes me such a whore. Soap: Okay like, on a scale of one to ten- Y/N: I’d let him cum on my glasses Soap: ON YOUR GLASSES?! Oh it’s serious. Y/N: I KNOW

-- 141: *looking at knocked out Graves* Y/N: I’m gonna check his pockets. Alejandro: For weapons? Y/N: No, to see where he keeps the fucking audacity. Soap: *wheeze* No no, bad timing, don’t be funny this is serious.

-- Y/N: You wanna go toe-to-toe with me, pretty boy? Alejandro: Go for it.~ I’ll give you the first shot. Y/N: Better make it count, casanova. Alejandro: I never half-ass anything, mi girasol. Ghost: Oi, keep your pants on and focus, would ya?

-- Soap: Missed me missed me now you gotta kiiii…. Simon: Now I gotta what? Soap: Nothin’ forget it- Simon: No no, now I gotta what?

-- Y/N, surrounded by attractive men: Am I…a whore? Y/N: *looks at them* Y/N: I don’t really give a fuck, HEY TEAM-

-- Gaz: Why are you just…laying on the couch? Usually you’re up and doing something. Y/N: Can’t move. Soap: Why?? Y/N: *sits up on their elbows and allows their neck to be seen* Gaz: *gasp* Nooooo… Y/N: Mhm. Soap: Nuh uh. Y/N: König carried me here. >:) Gaz: YOU WHORED! Y/N: I DID!!

-- Someone: Please PLEASE don’t tell anyone. Y/N: I won’t! I won’t, promise. Someone: *sigh* Thank you. … Price: *doing paperwork* Y/N, busting in: CAPTAIN!! Price: BLOODY FU-What in the world?! Y/N: *shuts his door and smoothly sits on his desk* Captain you will not believe what I have heard.

-- Soap: I’m gonna stop listening to drama. I’m gonna focus on my training, be a better person- Gaz: Right, right. Y/N, popping in: Guess who got caught sucking dick in the bathroom. Soap & Gaz: WHO?! Soap: *falls out of chair*

-- Price: Be nice. Y/N: I’m always nice! Price: Really nice, not bitchy nice. Y/N: …you tied my hands but fine.

-- (With a random backstory I have in my brain for König) Y/N: How do you uh, deal with all this trauma? König: I call my mutter. Y/N: That’s beautiful, K- König: Call my mutter a bitch.

-- Gaz: GIRLFRIEND STOP, GET BACK IN THE CAR Soap with zero self preservation instincts: *sprinting with a pipe bomb* YOU GET BACK HERE!

-- Y/N: This entire team is full of babygirls. Gaz: Oh not that fucking meme- Soap: Full of huh? Ghost: Call me that and I will snap your spine. Y/N: Bring it! An honor sir! Price: Jesus Christ-

[bones4thecats]

Sleep Problems ~ Apollo x Reader

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Apollo, Reader, & Asclepius Name: Sleep Problems Original Poll Links: One & Two

A/N: God this is the longest piece I have ever made! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this angst + comfort poll result!

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☀️ It was a long day.

☀️ You and Apollo were busy helping the different pantheons honoring the deaths of their fallen members, you both were extremely drained with helping out with the remembrance of Poseidon, Hades, and Heracles

☀️ Apollo was cleaning himself off from the day while you spent time with your son, Asclepius, who was rambling about the day he had with his uncle Shiva, his aunties, and his cousin, Ganesha

☀️ While you didn’t want to, leaving him with his aunts and uncle was the wise part, you knew bringing up Ragnarok around him would send the kid into a frenzy

☀️ He was around 5-years-old in God-years when his father took to the fields in Ragnarok

☀️ Asclepius was very clingy with his father after that, and Apollo could say the same exact thing about you and his son

☀️ You both mean the world to him, and having his son watch that kind of brutality made his stomach turn

☀️ Once you heard the water shut-off, your son buried himself underneath the sheets of you and your husband’s bed, giggling as the familiar footsteps approached the door and eventually bleed into the room

☀️ Apollo chuckled quietly and stood over your son’s form and tore the sheets off before lifting his son up by his foot and laughing as he blew raspberries on his stomach before holding him and telling him to tell you goodnight

☀️ You loved your husband and son to oblivion, but remembering how Asclepius had to watch his own father fight at such a young age made your heart ache

☀️ Hearing your door close made you look up and watch as your husband walked up to the bed and de-summon the letters you had to read from Zeus

☀️ Apollo sighed lovingly as you laid down next to him and allowed his arms to wrap around your smaller form from behind

“ My sunrise, I love you so much. “ “ And I love you, my love. “

~*~*~*~*~*~

☀️ A soft creak could be heard as your door was opening, causing you and your husband to awake and look at the door, ready to attack if necessary

☀️ Your eyesight adjusted as the light of golden eyes burst through the darkness that surrounded your room

☀️ Apollo groaned as he sat up, asking the little boy what he was doing and why he wasn’t asleep

“ I had a bad dream… “

☀️ Anyone could hear how distraught and sad Asclepius sounded, and it made you guys look at each other and coax the young child into your bed and into your arms for comfort

☀️ When he settled in between you both, he started tearing up once asked what the dream was about

“ It- it was about you, daddy! You were fighting that big man, and- and you died… I was so scared, mommy was crying and screaming while uncle Shiva and my aunties held her back! Cousin Ganesha was holding me while covering my ears! I just wanted to make sure you were okay! “

☀️ Apollo looked at you and looked away in disgust, not with you or his son, but with himself, why did he have to let his son watch?! Why didn’t he have him stay with one of the nymphs at his estate?!

☀️ You reached up and cupped your husband’s cheek, your eyes looking into his, saying ‘it’s not your fault’

☀️ He sighed and hugged his son and you closely, saying the words he wished he had said after that fight oh so long ago

“ I’m sorry for allowing you to witness that ordeal, Asclepius. I should’ve had you stay with your nymph nanny here. But I promise you, do not fear that man, Leonidas. He was a great warrior, and he deserves to be looked upon with honor and respect, not fear. And your daddy won’t be leaving you anytime soon, I swear it. “

☀️ Asclepius smiled as he looked at you, knowing what you were gonna say, but he wanted to put on a bit of a show to make you smile, he was to much like his father

“ Can I stay here with you guys? Please?~ “

☀️ You chuckled as Apollo looked down and rubbed his head in a noogie before saying the words that made you laugh;

“ Of course you can, our Prince of the Sun! “

☀️ Asclepius smiled and tucked himself in between you and Apollo while your husband wrapped his arms around you and his son as you did the same

☀️ Apollo may still feel guilty as his son grows older, but with you by his side, and with his son’s undeniable love and devotion, he knew, he would get through it

[kyushiblast]

[Slam the table]

Your honor, I'd like a Grusha x reader (send help, I love this man so much) with a side of hurt and comfort where reader has always been with him during his prime snowboarding days, and even after the incident they just refuse to leave him. Stay until the very end, let's go.

⤷ 〝 by your side. 〞

➞ pairing : grusha x gn! reader

➞ summary : hurt & comfort with your favorite snowboarder.

➞ genre : hurt to comfort / fluff.

➞ cw / other : mentions of injuries

➞ a/n : thanks for the request! ~ glimpsed over for a proofread

life is indecisive at times. you can be riding high and easy, ready to overcome anything. but then it can send a hurdle too tall for you to climb over, and all of a sudden you’re toppling down from your proud stance.

before the incident, he’d been overconfident. so sure about everything, that it’d be fine and he could rest in the fact that he was the best. but overconfidence and immaturity often lead to dark roads, and that’s where he’d parked until the fatal day.

watching him race down the slopes, you could appreciate his abilities and could easily understand why he’d be so proud of his talents.

but no one’s invulnerable to the harsh conditions of the mountains.

your heart sank as you shouted from afar, his body lying still in the snow. some of his gear had landed elsewhere, while he himself was escorted onto an ambulance.

you’d hopped over the safety barriers and carefully slid down the snow, your boots acting as well enough stabilizers to arrive at the scene.

it wasn’t pretty. and yet, you found yourself grasping his hand the whole ride to the hospital. his bruised, damaged hand.

and stifling back tears as best you could, you simply wished for one thing: for him to stay alive.

it wasn’t till grusha woke up in a bed in an operating room that he felt regret.

the door creaked open, your head popping in. rushing in, you held back the urge to jump into his arms and squeeze him tightly.

the doctor followed you in, shutting the door with a light push.

you both sat on the chairs near the bed, you brushing your fingers over grusha’s hand. he weakly entwined his fingers with yours.

the doctor began listing all grusha’s injuries, including the talk about recovery periods and check ups as well as the topic of exercising and what things to do and not to do.

one question buzzed at the top of your tongue. you knew the answer, but wanted to hear him confirm it.

“will grusha be able to go back to snowboarding?”

the doctor sighed, as if worried one of you would inquire about the subject. you noticed grusha shifting his head away from your gaze.

“it’d be too much stress on your body right now, especially with the moves you’re usually equipped to do,” the doctor said, standing up from his seat. “that’s how i'll put it. i advise against it, unless you want to put your body in more risk.”

after some subsequent words passed, the doctor left, leaving you and grusha alone.

you held both his hands now in between yours. the air was heavy as you just stared at grusha’s eyes beginning to water up, his eyelids doing their best to blink the tears away.

“it’ll be okay...” you tried to reassure.

he shook his head. “no, it won’t!” he snapped back without thought.

you sunk your head, your chest feeling heavier than before.

“…sorry.” you muttered out of impulse. “if…if you want, i can leave…give you some space.”

grusha’s mind filled with more guilt. you’d just been trying to make him feel at least a bit better, and he’d practically yelled back at you in response.

“no, no. i’m sorry, please stay. i just—this is too much for me right now.” he looked down, his eyes shutting. “just a few hours ago, i was ready to win a championship. now…i’m being told i can’t continue professional snowboarding ever again—how am i supposed to move on from this?”

you awkwardly hugged him, careful not to put too much pressure on and hurt him. in the silence, you whispered, “no matter what happens, i’ll always be here, okay?”

he finally let some tears escape, doing his best to hold you despite his aching muscles screaming at him to stop moving.

grusha took a deep breath. “…i don’t deserve you, a-at all. you should leave me and find someone better—”

“don’t. i’m not leaving you, you’re already the best for me,” some tears began trickling down your face as well, your sleeve quickly wiping them away. “…no matter what, we’re going to get through this together.”

“i love you,” grusha’s voice was small, his head burying into your shoulder.

“i love you too,” you couldn’t help a small laugh leave your mouth at his unusual vulnerability. “and that’ll never change.”

when he was discharged from the hospital, you’d temporarily moved into his place. and true to your word, you’d stayed.

stayed with him despite his growing, cold attitude to others. stayed despite his seemingly dramatic and endless mood swings. and soon enough, your fifth anniversary of dating came by.

grusha was positioned sitting on the couch, not doing much. just sitting and half listening to the tv’s buzz. you’d noticed and sat next to him.

“deep in thought?” you asked, his concentrated face worrying you a tad.

“ah…don’t worry, it’s...” he trailed off.

“it’s…?”

“something. just don’t worry about me.” he fiddled with the nearby blanket. “actually…can you go with me somewhere?”

you smiled at his quick decisions, getting up from the couch to bundle up.

after mirroring your actions, grusha opened the door letting the chilly breeze waft through the house.

“okay…let’s go before it gets too dark.”

the snow was freshly fallen, your footsteps as well as grusha’s marking the path behind.

the destination was best described as beautiful, as if the area around were glistening due to the snowflakes falling.

a small lake flowed next to the clearing, its water sporting a crystalline look despite it all just being liquid.

but nothing, nothing could be more beautiful to you in that moment besides the action of grusha getting on one knee and proposing right there and then.

work of kyushiblast , please do not translate , copy , or repost here or on any other platform !!

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

@bitch-be-nimble well, not at the time. (the whole motivation behind this notfic with buggy in disguise was to see if i could write a post-roguetown encounter without making shanks lie when he tells whitebeard he hasn’t seen buggy since roguetown.) but it’s funny you should ask!

this got stupid long. okay, you know what? i’m just gonna post this first chunk of the story, it ends on a fun note and i won’t feel like i need to rush the rest if i’ve shared this much with y’all.

a little over a decade later, as the red force prepared to leave marineford:

it was buggy’s fault. undeniably. if he could’ve just kept his stupid mouth shut—but of course he couldn’t! not after the way shanks just treated him, pulling on his strings like a goddamn puppet master, like he still knew buggy after all these years. not when buggy knew for a fact that shanks wouldn’t recognize him without his nose acting as a big red flag.

(of course he hadn’t forgotten about that day. he never spoke of it, but it was on his mental tally of ways shanks had screwed him over. spooked him into eating the chop-chop fruit, constantly stole his thunder, beat him at cards (by cheating! by cheating at cards better than buggy!), ruined his plans for the future, kissed him one time in a back alley in east blue—and without even asking first!)

and this was the first time he’d been near shanks since that day, so of course it was on his mind. shanks hadn’t changed much since then, except that oh wait, he’d lost a fucking arm somehow! and nobody seemed to be able to agree on how.

buggy couldn’t bear to ask for the story.

he had to know.

he could not ask.

“looking at you, i can’t tell which of the rumors is true,” buggy said. (not asked!) shanks was sitting on a barrel, watching other members of his crew do real work, so buggy figured it was safe to bother him. he glanced up at buggy. “did you go after whitebeard and get punished for it like that crocodile guy, or did you try and see if your armament haki was stronger than a sea king’s teeth?”

shanks huffed out a little laugh. “are those the only rumors these days?”

“the only ones i considered remotely plausible.”

“well, the second one’s not far off,” shanks said.

buggy stared. that couldn’t be the whole story. not for him.

shanks sighed. “look, buggy, i’m sorry, but i don’t have time for this right now. unless you know my ship better than me, and can figure out where we’re going to place a twenty-two foot long corpse—” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “any other day, i would love to sit down with you and catch up. just not today.”

right. buggy flushed. shanks was an emperor. even though he was the youngest and weakest of them, that still required a certain something. leadership. responsibility. just because he still looked like the shanks buggy knew, slacking off, doing as he liked, didn’t actually make him so.

“buggy,” shanks snapped.

“does he have to be lying down?” buggy blurted out. shanks blinked up at him, surprised to hear him try to be helpful. “i mean, i know how normal bodies work, death stiffness wears off eventually, but this is whitebeard. if anyone could stay standing the whole of his death, it’s that guy.”

shanks frowned. “i did consider that, briefly. but if we’re wrong, having to clear that much space in the time it takes him to fall over…”

buggy cringed. “right, that’d be way worse.” he thought about alternatives. this boat of shanks’ was nice, but it did not have that kind of room to spare, not if he was taking shipless pirates aboard (which, of course he was; this was shanks). “what about one of the whitebeard fleet ships? are any of them stable enough to carry him? they’re his crews, i bet they’d be honored to be his last ride.”

shanks nodded. “there are a few still seaworthy.” running his hand through his hair, he muttered, “but like hell i’m getting involved with the intracrew politics there. i’ll ask marco, he’ll know which one to pick to step on the fewest toes.” getting to his feet, shanks visibly swayed for a moment.

“whoa, are you—?”

“i’m—fine,” shanks said, pinching at his brow. he glanced at buggy, who had foolishly reached out to, what, steady him? offer an arm to lean on?? he didn’t know what he’d been thinking. shanks sighed. “it’s not as fun as we’d thought it’d be when we were kids, is it? being the ones in charge.”

“oh, i don’t know,” buggy said, thinking back to that moment, fresh out of impel down, when anything seemed possible with all those guys at his back, cheering him on. “it has its moments.”

shanks considered him for a moment. he smiled. “i guess it does. thanks for the suggestions, buggy. go find a spot to lie down, would you? you look like you could use some beauty sleep.”

and buggy knew he shouldn’t say it. even in the moment he knew it was stupid. but he could never leave well enough alone when shanks took a cheap shot at him, and that day had been on his mind. so he said, “gee, and here i thought i was gorgeous.” and because he really couldn’t help himself, it seemed, when shanks gave him a blank look, he fluttered his eyelashes and added, “with stunning eyes.”

shanks stared.

in the time it took for buggy to blink, he was shoved into the closest wall. he’d tear shanks a new one for halfheartedly trying to give him a concussion, but the hand that’d pressed him shoulder-first into the wall was drifting up, up his neck, cupping his cheek, and buggy found himself as lost for words this time as last.

shanks leaned in. just as he got too close for propriety, he sucked in a breath. he whispered, “that was you?”

buggy gave him a look that said obviously. that said how else would i know about it? that said why? does it matter?

did it matter? he stared up at shanks, and, far from the first time, had no idea what he was thinking.

shanks took a step back and laughed, rubbing his hand over his mouth. “oh god,” he said under his breath, “i really don’t have time for this right now.” eyes shutting, he sighed, and to buggy it looked like he’d aged ten years in an instant. someone out of sight called for their ‘boss,’ and the exhaustion, the previous, unreadable emotion, it all fell away. here was red-haired shanks the emperor, for the first time since he’d cowed the marines into allowing the whitebeard pirates their dead. he stalked off, calling out, “get some sleep, buggy,” over one shoulder, cool as anything.

buggy, feeling distinctly uncool and like he’d never sleep again, scurried away in search of a private corner he could panic in. he found a deck a level or two up that was deserted for the moment—crew quarters, maybe?—and huddled by the railing. had anyone seen that? stupid, stupid—

“did you see that?” someone a deck below said excitedly to their companions. “captain buggy got that emperor mad enough to shove him into a wall, and then without a word forced him to retreat! he’s truly amazing!”

buggy buried his face in his hands and groaned. so stupid.

“hey, quick question,” said someone at buggy’s elbow some time later. “are you trying to get us all killed?” it was mr. 3—er, galdino, or whatever his name was, looking very fearful and annoyed and sweaty. or maybe that was the wax? buggy didn’t know much about him, or how his powers worked.

“how’s that?”

“word among the men,” this was how galdino had been referring to the prisoners who’d followed the two of them out of impel down lately, ‘the men,’ like they were buggy’s soldiers or something, “is that red-haired shanks kabedon'd you, and you turned him down. you realize he’s our only possible ride out of here at this point, right? why antagonize him like that?”

buggy’s face screwed up. like he needed to be reminded of the distance between him and shanks. but also: “the hell’s that word mean?”

“kabedon? it’s when someone shoves you into a wall to intimidate and flirt with you.”

“flirt with—” buggy sputtered, face hot. oh shit, was that really what they were saying? “god no, no way! shanks would never—”

“i’m just reporting what i’ve heard,” galdino said, shoving his glasses up his nose. “oh, no one’s made the flirtatious connection but me, but they all say the two of you got up close and personal, and red-hair’s been red-faced ever since. i just put two and two together.”

“it wasn’t like that,” said buggy, who couldn’t have told galdino what it was like, since he still had no idea himself.

“no?” galdino joined buggy at the railing. they had a good view of the main deck from up here, including a cluster of men having a serious-looking discussion. since the group included shanks and marco the phoenix, it was probably about whitebeard and ace, and where they were taking them and how to do it. shanks looked tired, but it wasn’t obvious like it had been when it was just the two of them. there was something on his face that buggy recognized from the day the news about roger’s arrest broke. a quiet, sad kind of tired.

feeling eyes on him, shanks glanced up. their eyes met for a moment, maybe two. then shanks turned away, face slightly, undeniably redder, rubbing his hand over his mouth.

galdino leaned in close to buggy’s ear. “you sure about that, buggy?”

blushing bright enough to rival his nose, buggy stomped off, steaming, muttering curses against smart-mouthed wax men under his breath.

but no, he wasn’t sure at all.

[pomegranateshrimp]

⚕️Always (James Wilson x Reader)

Fluff Oneshot

No NSFW

Decently short read

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You had a rough day yesterday. You work as a psychologist at the Princeton–Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, and no matter how much you tried it seemed like everything was going wrong with your work, and you had developed a sore throat of your own. When you finally came home you took a melatonin. You usually don’t take any because it messes with your sleep schedule, but tonight was going to be one of those sleepless nights; you could feel it. You finally went to bed at around 9 or 10pm. Somehow you knew it wouldn’t help.

You had just woken up from a nightmare, one where you lost James. It was terrible. You looked around to see he had his arms wrapped around you. It was still nighttime it seemed. You felt terrible. You had a headache and a sore throat, you were congested and nauseous as well. You went out into the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the fridge to somewhat soothe your throat and you noticed the time on the microwave. “2:18am?!?” You think to yourself. It was obviously early but you didn’t think it’d be that early. You thought about going to bed but quickly realized you wouldn’t be able to, you had already woken up, and if you took a melatonin you were worried you would be asleep for the next 8 hours, and you had to be in at work by seven. But at this point you weren’t sure if you were even gonna go. You groan and stumble across the kitchen to grab tissues, having ran out of the ones in the bedroom and needing to unclog your nose. You stand there staring at nothing in particular, in a sort of sick half awake haze. Suddenly you feel a familiar hand wrapping around your waist from behind you, with his head resting on your shoulders.

“Mm.. What are you doing up?” He mumbled with his face still leaning on your body, he was obviously much more tired than you. It was no surprise you woke him up though, he holds on to you almost for dear life when you guys are in bed

“I’m sorry did I wake you?”

“That doesn’t matter, what’s wrong?” He turns you around to look at him despite the dark atmosphere

“Nothing I just don’t feel the best… my throat is sore and I didn’t have the greatest day at work yesterday I guess”

“Are you sure that’s it? I may be half asleep but something doesn’t feel right”

“I… I don’t know, it’s really childish and.. weird” You struggled to get the words out. Although it was just a dream, it was bothering you a lot, but you weren’t sure whether to tell him. Tears pricked your eyes.

“You can tell me anything, I won’t think it’s ‘weird’, trust me”

Tears start threatening to roll down your cheeks, and you let some of them go.

“I- I had a dream where.. where I lost you”

He pulls you into a tight embrace.

“It’s not childish, or weird. I’m scared of losing you too. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

You both stay there like that for some time, just holding each other and crying on the other persons shoulders as James draws circles on your back with his fingers.

After a bit James pulls away and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“As much as I would love to continue doing this, we should probably go check your temperature.” He says with a soft giggle and wipes away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb “Don’t worry, it’ll be okay, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” He pulls you into the bathroom and sits you up on the sink counter and takes your temperature.

“No fever.” A slight beep comes from the machine. “But you’re still hot to me.” He smirks and leans in closer to you

“Oh shut up!” You blush and lean in a bit closer as well. He closes the gap of space between you two and kisses you. You pull away after a few long seconds.

“I don’t want you getting sick..”

“I’d be honored to get sick by you but.. you’re probably right especially with work tomorrow.”

“Yea”

“Hey uhm, speaking of work tomorrow, what did you wanna do? Because it’s really early and I know you can’t go back to sleep because you��re ‘already up’. I mean if you’re going to stay home I’d be willing to cancel tomorrow to take care of you if you’d like.”

“That actually sounds really nice, especially with some of the cases I’m working on at work right now.” You smile at him. “Thank you, for everything this morning.”

“I’ll choose you always.”

He picks you up from the counter and takes you to the bedroom where he cuddled and took care of you as you rambled on about your work troubles, giving you water, tissues, a hot towel for your headache, and even a lot of kisses despite your protesting and concern for his well-being.

-Blooper thingy!!!

Cuddy: *Enters Houses office* “Hey have you seen Wilson or L/n?”

House: “Oh please they’re probably staying home cause Wilson fucked them too hard or something.”

Cuddy: *Rolls eyes at him* “Thanks for the helpful very needed input.”

House: “Anytime!” *The door slams*

[walmartscience]

hey sorry your boyfriend learned about the concept of devotion. yeah i know you’re just trying to solve the case but he got distracted, now he’s yearning and everything man. yeah it’s like pretty serious dude he’s probably gonna be like this for the next 20,000 years or something i dunno. no bro i know your love for each other is an unquestionable force that should never be challenged and that he’s gonna weave the tapestry of humanity in your honor like i get it. it’s just that he’s been like this ALL day. yeah he won’t shut up about loving mankind and it’s really obvious he’s just talking about you. yeah bro i think i’m gonna have to turn him off for a little bit or something this is getting kinda ridiculous. yeah sorry dude

[thosehallowedhalls]

A Special Gift

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Emily Rose (F!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 682

Summary: Emily's birthday is a difficult time, so Trystan takes it upon himself to cheer her up.

A/N: For @moominofthevalley. Happiest of birthdays! I hope this new year brings you nothing but joy. You're a bright light in this fandom, and I hope you know how appreciated you are. (Also, may I just say, you have amazing taste in books.)

Emily sits hunched over at the counter, her head buried in her arms. The din of The Drunk Tank echoes around her, its comforting familiarity a welcome embrace during what is invariably one of the worst days of her year.

Her birthday.

Everyone always thinks that Emily doesn’t like her birthday because she doesn’t like the fuss. While true, that’s only part of the story. The bigger part, the one that lies under lock and key in the deepest, most secret confines of her heart, is that she can’t bear to think that she continues to get older, meet milestone after milestone, and her dad isn’t there to witness any part of it.

I miss you, she thinks, her gaze falling on the framed badge and gun hanging in a place of honor behind the counter.

“You miss him,” a voice says behind her.

Emily doesn’t start. She already knew Trystan was there. She sensed him the moment he stepped foot into the bar. “I do.”

“That’s to be expected. But don’t you think he would want you to enjoy your birthday?”

“Why? The only difference my birthday makes is the exact number I use to fill out paperwork.”

“Emily.”

She blows out a breath. “Yeah, he would want me to enjoy my birthday.”

“Why don’t we steal, I mean, borrow a bottle of Tommy’s best wine and head out to the roof? I have something I’d like to give you.”

“You know I don’t like to celebrate my birthday.”

“We won’t be celebrating. We’ll be sitting and drinking, and we can be completely quiet if you want. But I hold firm on the present. Everyone should get a present on their birthday.”

She smiles in spite of herself. “You make it difficult to stay here and brood.”

“Then mission accomplished. Come on, my love.” He holds out a hand. She takes it almost automatically. “Let me try to make your birthday bearable?”

As they climb up the stairs, Emily remembers the first time they did so together. A wave of love and gratitude washes over her.

No matter what happened in the past, she thinks, she has so much to be grateful for.

Once on the roof, Trystan asks her to uncork the wine. Grudgingly, she does so before turning around to give him his glass. “There. Why you decided I had to do any physical labor on this day, I don’t…”

Her mouth snaps shut when she sees the package he’s holding out. “Well, I’m sorry, but I had to distract you somehow.”

“Sneaky,” she says admiringly. “Is it a book?”

“You only have to unwrap it to find out.”

She does, more eagerly than she cares to admit. She finds herself smiling when she takes out the delicate tissue paper surrounding what is definitely a book. But her smile falters when she sees the title. “Wuthering Heights?” Her voice shakes on the words.

“My dear detective, did you really think I wouldn’t remember your favorite book? Or why it's so important to you? I know you already have a few copies, but…”

“No, no.” She hugs the book to her chest. “It’s perfect. I didn’t have this edition.”

“I should imagine not. It’s a hundred years old.”

“It is?”

“I tried to find a first edition, but I couldn’t quite swing it on short notice. But I imagined you would appreciate an older copy of this particular book.”

She just stares at him. “Don’t let this go to your head, but you really are the perfect man.”

“Naturally.”

Emily’s next words come so quickly that she doesn’t realize what she means to ask until she has. “Do you want me to read it to you?”

Trystan freezes. They both know who Emily always read Wuthering Heights with. “You would share that me?”

“I would.”

“Then by all means.”

He sits on the couch, and Emily promptly follows, her legs on his lap. She clears her throat and begins: “1801—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.”

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Do this whenever you have the time to, for the love letters could i get Skip Muck, but if you don't write for him, then our one and only George Luz, no pressure whatsoever!!

ALEXI THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!

I've never written for Skip before but honestly I had so much fun writing this!!! Thank you for requesting (and for your patience!) and I hope you enjoy it!!! 🩷💕✨

8 May 1945

Alexi my beloved!

The Germans just surrendered! The war over here is OVER! They said we’re gonna get re-deployed to go fight in the Pacific, but if we have enough points we can go home! You get points from being wounded and how long you have been fighting, and guess who has enough points to come home to the person he loves most in this world!

IT’S ALEX PENK-

Sorry, Penk took my pen

It’s ME! I’m coming home to you Alexi! We can finally go to the soda shop together again! And play cards until 3 in the morning, and play pranks on those fuddy-duddies in your neighborhood.

So, I know that this would be better coming from me in person, but knowing I’m coming home, I can’t keep it inside any longer. Alexi, when I say I love you, I don’t just mean it as close friends. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since before I left for Toccoa, but I was too afraid to say anything. I didn’t want to say anything while I was in Europe in case anything happened to me.

I’m so scared to tell you this. If you don’t feel the same way, please just pretend I never wrote this, because to lose you as my best friend would hurt more than any hit I took during the war. Thinking about you has been the only thing keeping me going over here. My favorite memory to think about is one of the last days before I left - you and I were sitting on the roof of your house. The sky had more stars than I’d ever seen before. There was a point when I looked over at you, and you were looking up at the stars, you just looked so ethereal and wonderful. I knew then I had more than just a little crush on my best friend.

The way you are so unapologetically yourself, your compassion, your honesty, your love for shenanigans and chaos, the way we just click when we're together and the fact that you accept me just how I am are just a small part of why I have fallen in love with you. When I get home, I would be honored to take you out to dinner and a movie as more than friends, if that’s ok with you. Again, if you do not feel the same way, please just forget I ever wrote this. I would rather have you in my life as my best friend than lose you like this.

I love you Alexi, I’ll see you soon,

Skip

*scribbled at the bottom of the paper*

Please go out on a date with him, he won’t shut up about you.

Penkala

[silverwolf-108]

Tony Stark X Fem!Reader

The Bride of Billionaire

Summary: Your ex-fiancé barge in the wedding trying to bring you back, luckily your friends got your back.

Warning: none, fluff

You look at mirror seeing yourself in white dress, you try to bring the tears back in but you couldn’t help it because your marrying your soon-to-be-husband.

“Hey it’s still early to cry.” Wanda said wiping the tears with the tissue. “Sorry, I’m just… couldn’t help it.” You sniff. Natasha look at you while fixing up the dress to make it look nicer. “I’m happy to see Tony being loyal to you. I mean he was a playboy before but not anymore when he lay eyes on you.” Wanda giggle from her compliment.

She look at the clock from the wall “It’s almost time, ready?” She use her power to bring the bouquet from the table as it floated toward you. You sigh happily grab the bouquet “Yes, let’s go.” You exit out the dressing room and see your father waiting for you at the double doors where the alter lead.

“Hey dad.” You smile at him and he smile back, you notice his lips quiver and tears about to fall out from his eyes. You wipe the tears with your finger “Y-Your so beautiful, I’m so happy for you sweetie.” You chuckle.

“Thanks dad.” He wipe his tears away before he wrap one of his arm around yours. You heard the choral music begin to play as the double doors wide open.

You and your father walk in the alter, all of your relatives and friends look at you happily. “Good luck my child.” Your father let go of you walking to his seat where your mother save a seat for him.

You look at Tony smiling at you, you made it on the alter and look at him with a smile. “You look beautiful babe.” He smile. “Thank you, you look handsome too.” You chuckle.

“Ladies and gentlemen” the preist announced to the audience. “We are gathered here today for the glorious union of Tony Stark and Y/n L/n.” He look at the couple.

“Shall we begin the vows?” Tony grab your hand to his and begin to speak “My love, I promise in all my life that I will cherish you, honor you, and keep you in health from the sickness. I will protect you in all my life no matter the cost.”

“Tony, my love, I promise in all my life that I will cherish you, honor you, and keep you in health from the sickness. I will protect you in all my life no matter the cost.” you smile.

“May we have the rings?” The priest requested. Your little cousin held the pillow of rings to you both. “Do you Tony Stark take Y/n as your wife?” The priest declares.

“I do.” Tony grab the rings from the pillow, you nod at him allowing him to slip the ring. “And do you Y/n L/n take Tony Stark as your husband?” You nod your head “I do.” You slip the ring to him.

“Now, before we began, does anyone object to this union and not let them to be together?” Everyone stay silence. “With the power of vested in me, I pronounced you-“

SLAM!

The double doors slam open creating loud noise, the audience look over meeting a random guy wearing white attire. He pant heavily staring at you both.

“Winston?” Tony look at you “You know him?” You sigh “He’s… my ex-fiancé who cheated on me.” You answer.

“Y/n! I’m here for you! Come back to me! I change I promise! I promise I’ll-“ “Why would I go back to a bastard like you who cheated on me with a random women.” You growl.

Winston about to take a step but Sam and Steve block his path. “Hey! Get out of my way!” He growl. “She said she doesn’t want to see you. Get the hell out.” Sam and Steve push him out and shut the doors and lock it so Winston won’t barge in.

“Continue father.” Tony said. The priest nod his head “I pronounced you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.” You and Tony kiss each other as the audience clapped their hands cheering at you two.

[yeosatinyngz]

Hi, hi! Hello my love! I've been following your blog for awhile now, since I love KNB, especially Midorimaaaa. So can I please request the prompt number 4 for your event? I need to see Midorima react to that. I would be glad to see the story! Angst to fluff too! Hehe. Hope you're doing okay and you're taking care of yourself well!! Please take care! 💞💞💞

Hello darling! I’m honored that you have been following me for a while😭 Yes of course, I got you! I hope it turned out to your liking. Thank you so much, I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself too!! Much love!💜💜💜

#4: “You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

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Midorima has been practicing extra hard the past few days in preparation for his game against Rakuzan. To fit in extra practice he cut out the time you two would usually spend together. You knew just how much he wanted to beat Akashi so instead of being upset you were there supporting him along the way. You were always at his practices cheering him on and making sure he’s taking his break and staying hydrated.

The day before the match, he was extra fired up and has been practicing nonstop and every time you told him to take a break he brushed you off. You can see him pushing his limit and you were scared he may pass it so you called out to him. “Shintaro, you need to take a break, NOW!” He snapped his head towards you, “Stop bothering me already and let me practice in peace.” “Bothering?” Your voice starts rising higher with every word you speak, “I’m simply just worried for your health, it won’t do you any good if you pass out from exhaustion before or during the game so just listen to me and stop being so stubborn!”

“Ha I knew you wouldn’t get it, this game is important to me and the only way to beat Akashi is through rigorous practice, I don’t have time to waste and right now you’re wasting my time.” You couldn’t believe your ears, “Alright, I’ll leave since I’m wasting your precious time.” Before you left you shoved the water bottle and towel in your hand into his chest. “Since you’re already wasting your time on me, you might as well wipe your sweat and drink some water as well.” You went to grab your bag and left, not forgetting to slam the door shut to express your anger.

Takao, who witnessed the whole scene unfold before his eyes carefully approached the green haired male. “Look man, I know you’re stressed over this game but you really should apologize to Y/N. All they have done is be supportive towards you and they were just worried about you. It was real shitty of you to blow up on them like that.” Midorima hated to admit that what the ravenette was saying was true and he quickly scoffed before throwing the basketball he had in his hand at Takao and dashed out of the gym.

You had lots of thoughts going on in your head as you were walking home after that ordeal. You slowly walked as you tried to let the cold evening wind cool your mind down. You were so deep in your thoughts that you weren’t looking at your surroundings. You tripped over a crack on the pavement and that’s when you realized the situation you were in. A car was just an inch away from smashing into the direction you were falling in and you were in a position where you couldn’t do anything. You closed your eyes as you were ready to face your fate.

Luckily a strong grip on the back of your jacket pulled you back. You were pulled back so forcefully that you knocked into the person who saved you which caused you both to fall down onto the ground. You looked up to see who your savior is just to be met with the emerald eyes you love the most. “Looks like I fell for you.” “You almost died and you’re making jokes?” You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck. “Thank you for saving me.” “I’m so glad I made it in time, I’m so sorry for shouting at you and being ungrateful for your kindness when you were just worried about me.” “Apology accepted but you have lots to make up for.” “Understandable, now let’s get off the dirty ground shall we?” “We shall.” He stood up and offered a hand to pull you up. After you both were standing up right he started brushing off all the dust and dirt on you. Now this was the man you fell in love with and just can’t help but keep falling in love with.

[holylulusworld]

Mustache Monster - Kinktober 23

Summary: You just hate him.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Kink: Gunplay

Warnings: language, tension, stupid pet names, love-hate relationship, Lloyd being himself, gun play, manhandling, I’ll label this one dub-con (just in case), dirty talk, hand on your neck, implied smut

A/N: Be aware that I’m not writing canon for Lloyd. Be aware of the warnings.

Kinktober 2022

This is the prequel to In your dreams, f*cker

Lloyd Hansen. Cocky opponent. Mustache-wearing bastard. The man you hate the most. Your partner on your latest mission.

“I bet you are honored to be my partner on this mission,” Lloyd grins at you. Your new partner watches you like a hawk as you type away on your laptop.

You harrumph and focus on doing your job. Sadly, doing your job doesn’t include killing Lloyd Hansen. Even though, the thought is nice.

“Aw, are you shy, cupcake?” He plays, once again, with his knife. I can understand a man like me can be intimidating. I promised not to be too rough on you.”

“You should get your ego checked once in a while, Hansen,” you don’t lift your eyes from the monitor. “I’m only here to do my job, not to listen to your trash talk.”

“Sunshine, relax a little bit while we wait for the big bad guy to walk right into our trap.”

“Muffin, you know that you love it.”

“Can you shut up for a moment? I’m trying to focus on work,” you lift your gaze to angrily glare at Hansen. “And stop with the pet names.”

“You love the pet names.”

“In your dreams.”

You huff as he gets up from his chair to stand behind you. Lloyd grips the back of your chair to look over your shoulder. “I bet you dream of me a lot, sunshine.”

“Can you just not.”

“I know you are the kind of girl denying yourself some fun with the big bad wolf,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Believe me, you won’t regret letting me have my way with you.”

“Why would I want to fuck,” you growl. “I don’t care that Carmichael kisses your ass all the time. You are nothing but a misguided egocentric sociopath.”

“Egocentric. Yes. Sociopath. Yes. Misguided,” he chuckles. “No, babycakes. I’m not misguided.”

“Whatever,” you quip.

“What do you think my job is?” Lloyd starts to pace the room. “I’m a freelancer, but for a reason. Carmichael, Fitzgerald, you-” he points at you, sneering.

“All of you follow rules and the law like lemmings,” Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. “I can do whatever I want to save the day.”

“For fuck’s sake. There are rules for a reason,” you jump off the chair to jab your finger into his chest. “No mustache-wearing psychopath should be allowed to do the things you do.”

“Sociopath cupcake. I thought we already clarified that I’m a sociopath,” you hate that stupid man. He grins down at you, blue eyes looking you up and down. “Damn, I bet that pretty mouth can do magic.”

“Sexual harassment, really?” you cock your head. “Do you honestly believe I would ever consider going down on you?”

“Yes, I do,” he purrs.

“Sorry, but I don’t do mustache. And I’m not into men wearing awful mustard yellow polo shirts.”

“It’s finest polyester, sunshine.”

He runs one hand over his firm chest, still that stupid smirk on his lips.

“Rather made of junk.”

Lloyd chuckles. He likes the fight in you and the anger in your eyes. He rarely finds a good challenge in the women he fucks.

“Your clothes are made of gold then?” Lloyd challenges. He dips his head to look you up and down again. “How about we take our clothes off to check the labels?”

“You’re delusional, Hansen. Get back to work. We have a whole month filled with observations and background checks. I really don’t have the energy to argue with you all the time.”

Five days in and you are ready to kill Hansen with bare hands.

He waltzes inside the room you are sleeping at, slamming the door shut. Lloyd sways his hips as if he wants to show off his cocky ass, or sell it to the highest bidder.

You ignore him and focus on your phone, scrolling through your latest messages.

“Did you get the information or not, Hansen?” oh, he hates to admit he failed to get information out of the guy he captured.

“He just wasn’t in the mood to talk about his crimes. What did you find out?” Lloyd plays it cool. “I bet you didn’t get one step closer to the goal.”

“I know where the target is headed to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

You get up from your bed. “I don’t believe you, sunshine.

“I don’t give a fuck if you believe me or not, Hansen. Call Carmichael to confirm the information if you need your snuggle buddy to help you do your job.”

“You fucking bitch.”

You slap his face, growling profanities at the infuriating man. “Never call me like that again.” Lloyd smirks when you push against his chest and shoulders and try to kick his balls.

“Cupcake, I must ask you to stop,” his eyelashes flutter as he drops his eyes to your lips.

For a split-second, you would call him handsome as he reaches out for you to cup the back of your neck. But then, he presses his lips to yours.

It’s all teeth and tongue. Dominance, written with his lips. “Let go of me.”

“I don’t think so,” he walks you toward the door. Lloyd smirks as you struggle to break out of his iron grip. He’s just too strong and so much bigger than you. “You need a lesson in respect.”

Lloyd drags you toward his bedroom, his hand still wrapped tightly around the back of your neck.

He laughs and chuckles as you try to fend him off. You land a few punches and even kick his shin. Problem is, you are a trained agent but Hansen fights dirty.

He roughly pushes you against the door, making you wince in pain. “I think you want me to break you.” Hansen gets his gun out to press it to your neck. “I’d love to shed your blood, cupcake. But I prefer fucking obedience into your cunt.”

“You sick fuck,” you try to knee him in the groin. “Take your hands off me. I’ll report you. Carmichael can’t protect your sorry ass this time.”

“I bet he’d like to join the party,” he presses his lips to your temple. “What do you say? Do we want to make things a little more interesting? We play a game. I win, you get my dick. You win, I promise to behave.”

“A game,” you breathlessly say as Lloyd slides the muzzle of the gun along your neck, over your chest, and down to your stomach.

He smirks as you try not to move too much.

Lloyd Hansen is a sociopath, and crazy. You never know if he wants to fuck with your or kill you. “A game, sunshine.”

He moves the gun toward your crotch, pressing it into your flesh. “What kind of game?” you whimper when he shoves your nightshirt up to your waistline to reveal your panties to him. “Hansen?”

“Well,” you drop your eyes to the gun in his hands as he moves it between your legs, “if you don’t cum, I leave you alone. If you cum, you are mine tonight.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m not the one soaking my gun,” you feel the cool metal of the gun press against your clit. “Yeah, you are going to cum all over my gun, won’t you, slut?”

“No.”

Lloyd places his free hand against the door behind you. His eyes are glued to your face, he presses the barrel of the gun harder against your clit. “Yes, cupcake.”

Fear and confusion mixed with arousal stop you from fighting him. All you do is look him in the eyes as he toys with you.

He starts moving the gun back and forth, back, and forth. Your slick smears across the gun, soaks the metal and his hand. “Little miss sunshine soaks my hand and gun like the whore she is.”

“I don’t…no…you can’t,” your toes begin to curl and you’re breathing harder. Lloyd watches you fight your approaching high with amusement. “Please…no…not for him.”

“Cum,” he moves the gun faster, and faster until you grip his biceps and curse his name. “That’s good, baby cakes. Cum all over my gun. Soak it for me, my little slut.”

“I-I hate you.”

It’s too late. All damns break. You clench tightly around nothing and soak your panties and his gun even more.

“I know you do,” Lloyd drops the gun to roughly cup your face and crushes his lips to yours. Again, he dominates the kiss, but this time, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. “But I’m going to conquer this cunt tonight.”

“You won the bet,” you smirk. “I always pay my dues, though…”

Tags in reblog.

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

*3 years ago*

“fuck” yn cursed. “i’m late!”

you hurriedly threw your binder to the side and swapped your two-piece outfit for a simple white collared shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. you pull your hair back into a low bun, grab yours keys, and rush out the apartment. your phone is blowing up with texts and missed calls from jiyeon and when you get inside your silver lexus IS, you immediately call her back.

“hello—,”

“where the hell are you? you’re an hour late”

“i know, i know. i’m sorry. the meeting lasted longer than i thought. i’m on my way right now”

“get here NOW, yn. he’s looking for you”

jiyeon hangs up the phone, her last words settling with you. you push on the gas and hurry to the city courthouse, arriving 15 minutes later. you park in the handicap spot, illegally, and hurry inside: 8th floor, room 18B.

you board the closest elevator, hit the ‘8’ button and impatiently wait for it to open on the eighth floor. when it does, you’re speed walking through the halls of the huge building until you’ve finally reached room 18B.

“you’re late” jiyeon whispers but her tone scolds you for your tardiness. “sorry. did i miss much?” you reply as you bow your head before taking a seat next to her. “you didn’t miss the verdict” you shake your head before listening to the lawyers argue over some kind of evidence but you aren’t really focused on them.

sitting not too far from you is your boyfriend for over 3 years, jeon jungkook, the man standing on trial. the man who is being charged with 1st degree murder. his back is turned towards you; he must not have seen you come in, but when he goes to look at his mother for emotional support, his eyes meet yours. they widen: hope. they’re filled with hope.

“—and that is why this young man should be sentenced to death for his crimes”

your eyes widen in horror. death? you look at jiyeon but both she and jaehan don’t blink at the lawyer’s accusations.

“your honor, my client is an innocent man who would have done what any man would do when they’re faced with someone who not only harassed their lover but called them inappropriate names that i know are not protocol. mr. jeon will not deny his wrong doings but should he go down for the rest of his life for them? he is a young man with so much life to give. what he did was not right but neither was wrong, for, we too fall victim to doing anything for those we love…even kill. judge, i ask that you have mercy on my client and allow him to live that life this cop has stolen from him”

so much life to give….

to kill for those you love….

this is all your fault.

“after listening carefully to both parties, i hereby declare you, jeon jungkook, guilty on all charges of 1st degree murder, 1st degree assault, 1st degree assault of an officer, and conspiracy to murder. for that, you will be sentenced to a maximum 5 year sentence with the possibility of parole in 3 years. this case is dismissed”

“excuse me? your honor, 3 years?! this man killed an officer and you’re only punishing him 3 years for it???!” the lawyer is rightfully pissed but you’re just happy your boyfriend won’t have to spend the rest of his life behind bars.

you aren’t ecstatic about the sentencing, in fact, you wish the punishment for the crime was lowered but you’ll see him soon.

very, very soon…

*a few months before release*

“inmate 09081197, you’ve got a visitor”

~🫧

This cell is suffocating but it’s almost like a home to him now. The cube holds him captive but he’s gotten used to it.

Jeon Jungkook doesn’t regret killing that motherfucker, if anything? He will kill again and again for you, for love. You are his love. His everything.

You are his precious.

“inmate 09081197, you’ve got a visitor”

Jungkook stands up from the uncomfortable bed, and immediately approaches the jail cell bars, his grip on them tightening. “Is it her?”

The police officer scoffs, the same question all over again, “obviously, now shut it.” The officer barks, Jungkook doesn’t give a fuck about his grumpy rude attitude. He’s just excited that you’re here.

The best thing about being in this prison is that he actually has something to look forward to, your visits.

“where is she then?” He asks impatiently, the officer rolls his eyes, “shut the fuck up romeo.” He barks again.

Prisioner Jeon Jungkook is damn annoying. The prison Romeo is what they all call him, they try to tease him, but honestly, he sees that as a compliment

Jungkook is impatiently looking for you, it’s been a week since your last visit and he’s missed you terribly, his parents also come here and there to visit him along with his brother.. but your visits hold a special meaning to him.

Even though he’s been in prison for three years, you haven’t moved on and you’re still with him despite everything he did. He didn’t really plan on becoming a murderer, but he did it for you.

He didn’t know that he had that in him.

Jungkook looks around, as far as the view allows him to.

And after five or six minutes, you finally have arrived. Guided by a prison guard. You approach him in all your glory.

“Y-Yn!!!!” He exclaims, his rugged face, no cracking into a huge smile. “Hi precious! I missed you so much!”

[saitama-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Kureha Koizumi

~~ December 25th ~~

“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be.”

Login Lines:

“I woke up to my phone going off like crazy, it nearly scared the hell out of me, I had thought something was wrong until I went to check it. Turns out it was just everyone wishing me either happy birthday, merry Christmas, or both. It was…nice…I’m still getting used to celebrating my birthday but having so many people wishing me well helps a lot.”

Voice Lines:

“Haah…It’s that time again, I’ve been trying to finish all of my holiday commission before Christmas but I’ve been getting more and more requests, I’m not complaining though, I could really use the money.”

“The snow looks really pretty today, it’s cold which is good. I remember watching the snow fall with…him…he was really pretty too…I miss him…”

“What do 22 year olds even do on their birthday? I don’t drink much and I refuse to go clubbing no matter what Lola says. Honestly, I much rather stay home or spend time with Sayaka, it’s always nice and warm whenever she’s around.”

“Ehhhh?! No way!! I can’t believe the Vox wished me a happy birthday! I mean, I know we’re in the DRB together but I never thought he’d noticed me! Holy shit, holy shit, this is awesome!”

“The art museum in Saitama did something special for me, the recently opened up a new art exhibition in my honor, it had all my favorite paintings and works from my favorite artists there! There was even some of my own works! I was so shocked but also really, really happy!”

“Thank you, Merry Christmas, Sayaka! I hope you liked my gift…Ah, that’s good, that makes me really happy, you’re welcome….Er, mom please, that’s so embarrassing, I’ve been grown up for a long while now besides, you have Yoshiko to dote over, I’m fine!…Mooom! Please! My face feels like it’s about to melt off!”

“Oh sick, mom! This is so cool! Thank you so much, I’m sure Kazu will love it! No, no, it’s fine, I’ve been meaning to get Kazu one of these for a while now but they’re usually so expensive and it looks super cool too, I love it and he’ll definitely love it. Aw, even when you’re looking for cat toys you’re still thinking of me, thank you, mom.”

“Merry Christmas, Lola. I see you’re back from wherever you’ve went, what? Did you not think I’d notice when you’re gone? Tsumugi’s a good actress but I’ve known you long enough to be able to tell when you’re not yourself or if there’s an imposter. I won’t ask for details, I’m just glad you’re back in time for Christmas…is that…is that blood?…Y’know what, nevermind, yes I’m sure now what is it that you got me?”

“Whoa! Are these gemstones? Wait, these are Yule Gemstones! Where the hell did you get these?! And how the hell do you know about them?! Ah…oh yeah, that’s right, I didn’t think you were listening…it’s not witchcraft, it’s Paganism, yes there’s a fucking difference. Shut it, he has nothing to do with my beliefs, still though, thank you for this, it’s really great.”

“Yoshiko! Hey, merry Christmas baby sister! Wow, you got that many presents huh? Well that’s no surprise, you’ve been a good girl all year and Santa knows that and is very happy with you. Hm? You got me something?”

“Awww, Yoshiko, this is so pretty! And well made too! You’re getting better and better each year, I’m seriously impressed, nicely done!”

Sayaka Lines:

“Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday, Sweetie! I really loved your gift, I never knew that I needed something like that, thank you so much! Oh, I can’t believe another year has gone by, I really wish that time would so down for once, my baby is all grown up! *sigh* I guess you’re right but just know that no matter how old you get, you will always be my baby….okay, okay, I’m sorry, here, I got you a present.”

“Ta-daaaa~! I got you a cat tree for Kazu-chan! I know it’s not something that you yourself can use but I figured that since you take such good care of Kazu, you’d want to get him something nice. I was thinking about what you usually wear when choosing which one to pick and I thought this one fit the bill. Oh, I’m glad you like it! Happy Birthday, honey!”

Lola Lines:

“Meeeeeeeerry Birthmas, my darling! Ehhh?? How did you know that I was gone?! Aww, and here I thought I was so clever to fool you…AWWW, Sunshine!! I’m so touched!! What did I do to deserve such a kind and considerate best friend?!…Hm? Oh, shit, I didn’t even notice that, you sure you don’t wanna know? It’s quite the tale? Okay, okay birthday girl, here you go.”

“I remember you telling me about those crystals you’re so interested in, something to do with witchcraft or some shit like that? Is there a difference, sweetheart? *sigh* I swear, sometimes I think I shouldn’t have let you met Lyall, didn’t think it was possible for you to become more goth than you already are, well, you look happy so I guess that’s good, merry Christmas sunshine.”

Bonus! Yoshiko Lines:

“Big sister! Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas! Did you look at the tree?! I got soooo many presents! Hehe, mommy said that too! Yoshiko’s a good girl! Hey, hey! I have a gift for you! Here!”

“Yay! I’m happy big sister likes my present! I made it alllll by myself! Merry Christmas!”

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 19 - Mike

Masterlist

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Part 18 -- Part 20

Pairing: Mike x ofc

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: Drug use (alcohol, weed), minor violence (someone gets punched), a whole lot of ADHD, Mike being Mike, probably some mentions of some inappropriate things.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Yeeting some Mikey your way just because! (I love him, your honor...) God. This chapter has a special place in my heart because a) it's Mike and b) I loved writing this. I wrote most of it in a couple of hours, and I just completely let my ADHD take the lead on it. It was awesome! (Also: Sorry for not getting creative with titles here, that would just be confusing at this point 😂)

Let me know what you think! 🥰

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I hate waiting. I hate it almost as much as I hate making phone calls to our internet provider, who always refuses to accept that I’ve already figured out what the problem is. Right now, I’m doing both. It’s infuriating. ‘Mike, the internet’s down. Can you take a look at that?’ Of course I fucking can, a two year old could do that! There’s usually not even a lot I can do about it, except call someone to fix it, and anyone else could do that, too. But no. It’s gotta be me. Why does it always have to be me? 

That being said; I’d rather do this than help downstairs, and since they’ve got no idea what exactly I’m doing anyway, I can just play a game while I’m on hold. And it’s not as if I don’t profit from a working internet connection. I’m running low on movies to watch and half the shit I wanted to see has disappeared off Netflix again. I can’t help it that sometimes I need to watch every Disney movie I can remember from my childhood before my brain lets me watch anything new. And it doesn’t help that Dani refuses to watch any horror movies I haven’t seen yet, because she needs me to tell when the jumpscares are. I don’t mind - it’s cute. The way she curls up next to me with a blanket, and holds onto me when she gets scared… Makes me want to show her every scary movie I’ve ever watched. 

Fuck, I’ve got it bad for this girl. But that’s okay, I like it. Even though it’s only been a few weeks since we first went out. And only two weeks since what she thinks is the first time we went out. She’s soft and nice and she’s not just okay with the fact that sometimes I just need to get stoned to shut my brain up, but she actually got stoned with me? She’s pretty great. It’s the insecurities that sometimes get me. Like when she doesn’t trust that I actually mean what I say. I’m a heart-on-sleeve kind of guy. Oh well. 

“Hello?”

“Oh!” The phone, right. “Sorry. Hi…” As suspected; the guy on the phone doesn’t believe that what I say is wrong with my connection, is actually what’s wrong with my connection. Yes, I’ve tried turning it off and on again. Yes, everything’s plugged in where it should be plugged in. Yes, right passwords and whatnot. It’s really not one of those, dude, I ran basic diagnostics. Thanks. Why do I even still do that beforehand? Right, because if it is one of those, I won’t have to call to begin with, and I’ll do anything to avoid that.

“It can take a few min…”

“Dude, I’m so sorry to interrupt.” I really don’t have the patience for this. “I’ve tried all of this before I even picked up the phone…” Although I could have gotten everything done in the time I was on hold. “I’m telling you…” Finally, he agrees to put me through to someone who actually knows anything about the technical side of things. Great. 

“Internet is up again,” I announce to the full - and excruciatingly busy - kitchen. I’m just in time to see Leon toss a bag of weed on the table. “Nice.” Wait, I was trying to think that… 

“I knew there was a reason we kept him around.” Charles. It hurts when he hits the bone in my shoulder, but I’m fairly sure it hurts him more, even though there’s nothing on his face that reveals that little grain of truth. 

“Yeah, it would be so awful if you couldn’t watch porn for one night.” Why is the word ‘porn’ so hot out of the mouth of my girlfriend? Wait. I’ve been saying ‘girlfriend’. Is it too soon to call her my girlfriend? Oh, what gives. She’s hugging me, I like it, and I’m going to be sad when she stops, that’s all that matters. Something Charles says about not needing any porn tonight registers vaguely, but I do catch the way he winks at Dani. What a dick. 

“Think you can still get laid with a broken nose and a black eye, Brandon?” It’s entirely unlikely I can take him on my own, but I feel I can count on some support from Geralt - or even better… Sol. She’s fierce - and she’s the only one who’s ever hit Charles in the nuts. We all applaud her for that a little. Dani’s arms tighten around me. I don’t look away from Charles, I just pull her closer to me. When I finally do look down at her. She’s biting her lip, looking adorable. I can’t help but kiss her. Maybe it’s a little much, considering we’re in public. Maybe I’m just shamelessly marking territory here. I can’t say I care much right now. 

“Where’s Sherlock?” Lucky bastard is upstairs, not getting mixed up in all of this. I was almost just as lucky, yet here I am. 

“In his room,” I say, “he wouldn’t last five minutes tonight if he had to deal with all of this, too.” Neither would I, so I’m glad I skipped most of it. But not enough. Dani puts her hands on the sides of my face. Fuck, I’m clenching my jaw - so hard she noticed, apparently. 

“Relax,” she whispers softly. I have no clue how long we’ve been standing there. I’d say it’s gotta be a while, but I’ve been wrong before. 

“We’ve got it from here,” Geralt says. He jerks his head in the direction of the door. That means ‘Mikey, get out’, but in the nice way. You can’t grow up as me and not pick up on these things, honestly. 

Taking a walk with Dani beats taking a walk without Dani. Facts. There’s one little thing though. She’s slow… -er than me, I should say. I could walk circles around her, I really could. 

“I’m not fast enough for you, am I?” How does she always know? I smile apologetically. And I really do feel bad about it! I swear! My eyes flutter over her body - that always wreaks havoc on my brain. It goes: nice, nice, nice, nice, very nice, wish she’d turn around, nice, nice, she’s smiling, cute, mine, what was I thinking about? I was trying to get some form of… Right!

“Come here,” I say, “climb on.” 

“Mike, there’s no way you can carry me,” she laughs. I love to see her laugh. It’s fucking amazing, the way she laughs. That’s kinda what made me fall in love with her on pretty much the very first day of the year. And then it took me like fifteen weeks to ask her out. Which, honestly… not a great move. Ange actually had to stop me from deleting the text I wrote to ask her out for the thirteenth time - yes, I counted them. Come to think of it, I should probably thank her for that one of these days. Where was I? Right.

“Yeah, I can, come on!” I’m not gonna be much faster with her on my back, but I’m gonna be able to tire myself out, and that’s kinda the point. And I get to touch her. Definite bonus. You’d think - I know I did - that her touching me would be a bonus, too, but it’s very distracting. Because she’s trying very hard to distract me. 

She’s spent enough time in class with me, you’d think, to know that distracting me isn’t exactly an Olympic level sport. Anyone can do that. Squirrels can do that. Leaves can do that. Those little tiny bits of dust that you can see float through the air when it’s spring and there’s sunlight streaming in through a window, and it’s nice and warm and you’re inside, but you really don’t want to be inside, so you look at those little dust-thingies move and you’re really curious how it would feel to just float down, and you spend a little too much time breathing in their direction to make them move, until your teacher notices and asks what the fuck you are doing and you also don’t know the answer to the question they’re asking, so they tell you you’re not paying attention, but is it really your fault, because you’re just not made to sit still on a chair for hours on end, but no, it’s your problem and they tell you to leave the room because you’re disturbing the class when you were really just wondering what it would feel like to be dust and nothing was the matter and you weren’t disturbing anyone until they called you out on not paying attention for a tiny little bit? Mike, focus. Right. 

Oh no. Focus just takes me back to her hands. They aren’t the problem, but they kinda make me wish they were. The problem is the fact that she won’t stop kissing my neck, and every last one of those kisses is kinda altering the fit of my jeans, if you catch my drift. Fuck. 

“Babe, stop.” Of course she doesn’t. Cue adorable noise of sadness. Fine. She wants to play? I’ll play. There’s a few trees nearby, and I walk her straight across the grass to get to one. She thinks I can’t carry her? She’s gonna have to think again. I pull one of her legs to my other hip. 

“Mikey!” she shrieks, but she can’t help but let go of my neck. This is only going to be impressive if I don’t drop her - that would be kinda sad. “What are you doing, you idiot? Oh.” I’m a little proud of myself that I actually managed to do this, and a lot happy to see her pinned against this tree, with her legs wrapped around my waist. 

“Kiss?” I ask. I’d tell myself I have to stop grinning like an idiot, except, no I fucking don’t. She pulls me in - hell yeah! - and kisses me. It’s great when she does that. Her lips honestly feel so amazing. But the tip of her nose is cold against my cheek. Oh, fuck, she moves her hips, and they’re kinda directly over mine. Goddamn, feels good. No, no, why does she stop kissing me? That’s not good.

“Aw, baby.” She presses her lips to my neck again, and I feel her tongue on my skin. Every move makes me grind my hips into her, and she’s moaning softly against my skin every time I do. The sound makes my cock twitch, and that’s of no use to me, because I can’t exactly have her right now, which means this was - all things considered - a fairly terrible idea by yours truly. It really doesn’t help that I’m holding her up with two hands firmly on her ass, either. It’s so squeezable. Soft. I’m really not helping this whole pants-situation. Ehh, I’ll sort that out later. That’s what math is for, right? Right now, I just want to keep kissing my girl.

“Mikey,” she moans against my lips. I know she’s trying to speak, but her lips feel good and they’re soft and warm and I don’t want to stop… “Mikey, stop.” Ok. I freeze, and slowly move away. 

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” she says. Good, she’s still laughing. That makes me happy. “Let’s get back?” I like that idea. But she shouldn’t think I’m done with her, because I’m not. 

 

“Listen.” That’s Marshall. He’s been dealing with something, and I don’t think any of us have bothered to ask what it is. Not that he’d have answered, we know him well enough by now. “You’re not the only people on the planet. Get a fucking room.” Okay. So it’s about a girl, otherwise he wouldn’t care. I’m not going to scream at him, because that would involve taking my mouth off… Hey! I have to glare at him now. A second ago, I was making out with Dani, now I’m not. This is a problem.

“Marshall,” she says, “go find yourself someone to suck your dick, and leave us alone.” Let me try not to laugh at that. Marshall seems plenty ticked off about it, which adds to how funny I find all of this, to be completely honest. I’m not gonna laugh, I’m not gonna laugh… I mean, at least he backs off? My thoughts are still all over the place. I was going to just pretend they aren’t, but Dani points it out. Not in a ‘Mike, stop being so fucking annoying’ kind of way, but in a sweet, caring ‘anything we need to take care of to make it better’ kind of way, and… I know it’s way too soon to say something way too affectionate, but I’m really having trouble keeping my mouth shut. 

“Herbal remedy?” she offers with a sly smile. Fucking marry me. Don’t say that out loud! We walk to the living room, looking for a place to sit down for a second. From the corner of my eye, I notice Dani makes some gesture at Marshall, who is talking to some girl - I don’t know her. Judging from the reflection in the window, she’s sticking her tongue in her cheek. I try not to laugh - again. This is a horrible night for me. I can’t laugh at anything, dammit. 

I sit down and pull Dani into my lap, but she gets up immediately. 

“My roommates are here,” she says. I’ve never met them, but I’ve heard some things about them. For one, I know Sloane is going to be majorly disappointed when she sees she’s already too late to get something going with Sy. I don’t know why she’s after him - possibly because Dani’s review was good. Is it insecure of me to question whether she thinks he’s better in bed than I am? I mean, she isn’t complaining, but we’re a long way from keeping the whole house awake like Geralt and Sol do on occasion. Oh well. 

“Mike!” Hand in front of eyes, waving. Hand. Waving. OH! My head snaps up, and I remember just in time the bag of stuff I’m holding isn’t closed. 

“Second,” I say, closing it before getting up. “Hi!” Sloane and Ariel don’t seem impressed, and honestly, who can blame them. I didn’t notice they were there for the first few seconds they were standing right in front of me. They introduce themselves, and Dani kinda quickly leads them away again to introduce them to the rest of the guys. It takes a while before she comes back, and she stands next to me while I roll a joint. I just keep working. I hope she knows I’m not ignoring her. When her hand brushes past my cheek, I lean into her touch. After some time, I hear a little bit of a tussle next to me, but if I look up now, this is never getting done. Just a few more seconds and... Done! I put everything back in my pockets and look up just in time to see Charles get real mad.   

“I think it’s time to get the fuck out of here,” he says before taking a swing at some guy I don’t recognize. Dani! Don’t ask me how, but I can hear her breathing, it stands out from all the other sounds all the other people are making, even though the room has gone eerily quiet due to this scuffle. I turn my head to her so fast my neck protests, but big fucking deal. 

“Hey…” I get up and pull her into my arms. She’s upset, but I didn’t see what happened. Fuck. “Come here.”

“Are you alright, Dani?” Charles asks without looking away from the guy, who seems to decide it’s probably for the best if he just fucks off. I can see Ariel standing across the room; she’s next to Leon, and she’s glaring at me. Fuck, I’m not making a great impression here. Sy calls for everyone to mind their own business, and the fact that everyone stops staring relaxes me a little. But only a little. 

“Wanna go outside?” Dani asks. I can tell she’s upset, and it’s fucked up that she’s taking care of me right now instead of the other way around. 

“You wanna tell me what happened?” I hope my eyes apologize enough for now, because I can’t bring myself to say ‘sorry I’m a terrible boyfriend’ out loud in a room filled with people I barely know. 

“Actually, I could really use some of that joint right now,” she says. Apparently, she doesn’t want to talk in a room full of people, either. 

It’s quieter outside, and I feel like I can finally think straight. We’re not the only people there, but the ones who are there - August, Anjelica, Sol and Geralt - are good company. With the same idea I had, apparently. Except no one is smoking. 

“Did you guys step outside when you saw me leave the living room?” I ask. It’s not the first time they’ve done this, and they’re not too proud to just admit to it, either. “For fuck’s sake, I’ll roll another one, here.” I hand the joint in my pocket to Dani and sit down at the only slightly wonky table to get to work on the next one. 

“Thanks, Mikey.” Dear, sweet Angie. I love her to bits, we all do. Infinite bonus points to her for keeping August’s head level, too, there’s not a lot of people who can do that. 

“Are you almost done?” Dani’s voice is shaky - and so is the rest of her. It’s cold, but it’s not that kind of trembling, I can tell. I finish what I’m doing, hand the product of my hard work to Geralt and pull her into my lap. 

“What happened, Dani?” Ange again. She’s so sweet. If August ever breaks up with her, I’m fairly sure none of us will look at him for a while. 

“Just some guy who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” Fuck! That’s what I missed? Maybe I’m really not made for this relationship stuff, if I can’t even… Best I can do is hold her right now, I guess. 

“Shit, you took care of that?” August asks me, forcing me to tell him it was Charles who ended up kicking him out. No one says anything. No questions, no ‘why not you?’ They understand. But does she? Her friend Ariel clearly didn’t. Everyone stays quiet for a bit, which is kinda nice. 

“Anything I can do for you, baby?” No need to get creative in a situation like this one, right? She shakes her head and snuggles up closer. “Hold me,” she says to me, “and get me some of that.” August sees her pointing at him and he hands her the joint. It’s surprising, but he’s a lightweight when it comes to pot. He can drink like no tomorrow, though, and I can see he’s holding a glass of whatever. He hasn’t had enough to be all over Ange yet. Shame, they’re cute when they get all clingy. Geralt and Solveig haven’t had the courage to let go of each other just yet. Seeing Geralt like this sure beats seeing him the week after Sol leaves - or the week after he comes back from seeing her. Not that he gets particularly annoying or anything. Just sighs a lot. 

A few minutes go by, and we’re still not talking. Most of us came here for some peace and quiet, anyway. Ange is a chatterbox, but she’s had a bad week. August probably took care of the worst part before they even got here. I wonder if she can even sit comfortably. Alright, I can't make myself laugh right now, they're gonna ask what I'm thinking. Moving on… Sol prefers to be in quieter places, Geralt is going insane with all the chatter inside when he’s standing out here, let alone when he’s in the middle of it, and August just doesn’t like people. I can figure that out about these guys in a heartbeat, but I can’t tell when my own girlfriend is being harassed. Honestly, it feels pretty fucking terrible. 

My brain slows down unusually fast. It’s nice, finally some genuine quiet. Dani melts into me, which is awesome. She’s warm, she’s soft, she’s great. Oh, and she smells nice. August and Angie are getting inappropriately touchy, which just makes me laugh. I honestly couldn’t give a damn. They’re great together, and I love seeing people happy and in love. Same goes for Sol and Geralt. Like, who cares if they keep the whole house up all night every once in a while? Why the hell should I be mad that they’re having great sex? Little jealous, maybe… Dani puts her head on my shoulder, and I lean my cheek against her hair. Deep sigh. I used to think it wasn’t for me. I’m still not completely sure I can do it. But fuck, I’m gonna try. I want what they have. Love. Who knows, maybe I’ve already found it?