#and i went up the stairs and didnt even need to stop for a moment before i went to my desk?????

[themichaelvan]

is this what people feel like when they're like. not tired at all. damn. i'm actually starting to see the appeal of getting a good nights sleep and all that.

[knullanon]

Can I request a maybe part 2 to the Nolan Grayson; gremlin villain reader? Where readers powers were working on a subconscious level to heal them but after enough punishments reader down to their core believes that death is the best alternative and their powers ‘turn off’. I wanna see the reaction of the family after a harsh punishment and reader just. not healing.

Listen I love angst and you’re more than welcome to ignore this but I think it would be so interesting

(Nonbinary reader pls as well)

I don't think I'm very good at angst but here u go pls enjoy and I'm sorry if it's shit🙏👍

tw: death, heavy gore mentioned, like a lot, reader is dying so they're not really there, angst, you die (!) so there's that, Nolan is kind of a dick, sad ending

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It hadn't been very long since you were left there. You could tell because almost nothing in your body healed yet. Most of, if not all of your bones had been broken, fractured or missing and you could barely feel any of your limbs.

The only thing you could feel was your hands. Often times, on your missions you needed to fight or use your hands, and so you made it a habit to heal your hands before the rest of your body. Of course, this was before you were kidnapped.

They weren't totally healed: you still had a few fingernails missing, your left pinky was crooked, and your palms didn't have any skin. But compared to the rest of your body, they were the most intact.

You tried to move your legs but they were shredded. In fact, only your right leg was there, as the other had been ripped off. What was left of the right leg was just a hunk of meat: Nolan had ripped out your femur since you decided to run away. They were slowly growing back, you could feel them there, but it was a slow proccess.

As soon as you could feel some sensation in your neck, you turned your head, looking around to see if there was anything you had missed in the basement. There was the chair, a few empty boxes, and a mirror.

There wasn't a mirror there before. You struggled to get onto your forearms, ignoring the crunching noises of your bones as you dragged yourself to the wall. When you tried to push yourself up, you fell back down, as you remembered your spine didn't completly heal.

You waited a few moments, and focused all of your energy on your back. You counted the beat to your favorite songs, one of the best ways for you to heal quicker as you found. You kept counting, kept switching songs, but... nothing was working. Sure, you were able to flail your arms around a bit, along with moving... what's left of your leg, but it wasn't going back to the way it used to be. It was completly severed, you felt, but where you would feel ligaments and muscles and bones morph and fuse back together, there was nothing.

After a few minutes, you stop trying. Pain meant nothing to you at this point: you've been torn apart and put back together again more times than you could count, but it felt... weird. Like you were a piece of paper slowly drifting down, swaying side to side until you finally met the ground.

As everything went dark, you stopped thinking about Nolan, about Mark, and even Debbie. It didn't matter now. You were going to be free.

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Before bed, Nolan had Mark go with him to see his "ill behaved sibling," as he put it. The basement was more dingy and dark than he remembered it to be. Besides the smell of iron and blood, there wasn't the usual groan or crunch or curse from you. In fact, when Nolan got completely downstairs, he basically flew over to you.

"Get up."

Mark stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring down at your dismembered body. Unlike other times that Nolan had punished you, you weren't fully healed or even partially. Almost every single wound that you had hours earlier in the day were still there, and it looked like you had dragged yourself around the room from all the blood on the floor.

When you didnt move, Nolan kicked you, hard. Mark was expecting you to say something, do something, maybe at least try to fight back, but you didn't. You just sat there, bleeding all over the place. It made him think something was wrong

At this point, Nolan was obviously pissed. He picked you up by your neck, and held you above him, dangling your body in front of him.

"Dad, I think-"

"Let me handle this, Mark."

"You think you can just pretend to be dead so you can get out of being punished? You were the one who ran away, not me."

He tossed you across the room, letting you hit the wall and slide down unceremoniously. He then floated all the way back up the stairs, before looking back to Mark.

"Good luck trying to get them up."

And with that, he left. Mark stood there for a moment, before he rushed over to you.

"_____, I'm so sorry, I didn't think he would be that mad, I-"

When you didnt look at him, he stopped. He shook you, trying to get your attention, but your eyes were glassy. Empty.

"_____?"

You didnt awnser. Mark kept asking you, shaking you, moving you, but you weren't responding. Not even with a kick or a shout or anything.

It was when he couldn't feel your heartbeat when he started to panic.

"I know you're- you're upset, but cmon, it's just me!" He pleaded, shaking your body again and again. "Dads not here, he's upstairs, somewhere, it's just me!"

You didn't react. You just sat there, pressed up against the wall, looking like a ghost. Mark sat next to you, holding the remains of your hand.

"I'll sit with you, OK? Until you feel better. Don't worry, I don't mind. It's not like I'm doing anything."

He laughed to himself, before he squeezed your hand.

"Please heal soon. I miss you."

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sorry if that sucked ass but oh well

[sunnyfoxsstuff]

Hello! Hi! Im quite happy tonight lol between @shadowfuka here's the draw of Ghost shi qingxuan!

Be the judge buddy >;p i hope y'all like this little Fanart i made of my own fanfic! With that imma hop onto the fanfic!

Chapter 4: meeting again

Xie lian, hua cheng and shi qingxuan all shared their deserved diner

After this they went to sleep, hua cheng and xie lian sharing the same bed again it obviously became an habit while on the other hand shi qingxuan was in the guest room however he could not find sleep imediatly so he stared mostly outside looking at the nature around and falling asleep beside's the stair's of the front of puqi shrine,

In the morning the Sun ray's woked shi qingxuan up he wasnt really hungry but he decided to prepare breakfast for xie lian and hua cheng he wasnt expecting any special reaction about it from hua cheng he was more doing it for his friend as a part of pay back for his past help he had offered, not too long After xie lian woke up walking toward's the kitchen to shi qingxuan

XL:"i could've made breakfast y'know you dont need to work or do chore's around" he said feeling a bit awkward

SQX:"pff-" waving his hand "dont worry about it and i wanted to Cook breakfast since you two were still asleep i didnt wanted to bother" he said smiling looking for a minute at his friend before putting his attention back on the food he was cooking

XL:"how-..how does it feel?"

SQX:"huh?" Confused by the question his Friend had just asked

XL:"like uh- yknow? Dying and being a Ghost like- how did it felt? How do you feel?" He said smiling awkwardly

SQX:"since when did you figure it out? But i suppose i cant really hide it well yet, and didnt you asked hua cheng that? He's a Ghost even better he's a Ghost king" he say's joyfull as his usual self extending his arm's up making dramatising gestures

XL:"no i didnt asked him i usually dont it feel's kind of awkward and personnal to Ask someone 'bout their death" fidgeting with his finger's looking down a little

SQX:"hm well i suppose i could tell you, however my death wasnt really tragic unlike other people's that either die saving someone or on war or protecting someone you should know you said it yourself that i was sick gotta admit it felt like torture staying back there sitting and not being able to properly digest my food like literally! I couldnt even move!" He say's a bit annoyed about it "i was already slow because of my limbs which by the way dont really hurt anymore cant deny the pain is still a tiny bit present i dont know why or how so i keep the bandage's just incase who know's but as for my death, first my injuries were pretty Bad and barely had even healed of course and seccond i suppose the illness got me.." he said pausing for minute

A silence fell for a little while, while these minute's xie lian was preparing the bowl's for their breakfast seeing that shi qingxuan was almost done

XL:"i wish i had came back and picked you up" he said with a sad tone

SQX:"naaaa! I didnt even feel my death i just closed my eye's one morning After waking up and..poof! I was a soul!" He say's with a brighter tone bringing the rice and putting some in each bowl's not really filling his enough

XL:"sooo you didnt feel anything?" Tilting his head

SQX"nope! Not even a pinch!" Saying proudly putting the vegetables on the rice with an omelette

XL:"why did you became a Ghost then? You're not one to want vengeance and your brother is-" he shutted his mouth before saying one more word

SQX:"yeah well i thought i would pass on After all there was nothing else to do but,.." he paused thinking about that moment for a minute until he got snapped out of his thought's

XL:"but?" He said looking at shi qingxuan who's smile had wore off because of his thought's

SQX:"i saw a black silhouette looking at me with golden eye's" he say's seriously "you're probably thinking i imagined it but i didnt" he stopped seeing xie lian wanting to speak and without loosing a second he exclaimed what he was thinking

XL:"wait! So you're saying, black water sinking ship"

SQX:"mhm"

XL:"the one that traumatised you and killed your brother!," he exclaimed louder

SQX:"yeeesssssss i mean my brother was kinda going insane obviously but i still love him of course he'll always stay my ge'" he answered

XL:"why would that one person Come see you it's odd" he paused thinking with his usual thinking pose while hearing hua cheng waking and sitting at the table too and shi qingxuan starting to munch on his food

HC:"it doesnt look like what you usually Cook gege" he said looking at xie lian snapping him out of his hard thinking

XL:"oh!- yes, that's because i didnt made it shi qingxuan did he didnt wanted to bother us since he woke up before us" smiling at hua cheng finally taking the bowl and eating it without any more word's hua cheng on the other hand looked like a kid a picky eater toying a bit with his vegetables even so he still ate a little bit of it since xie lian seemed to appreciate the food

However soon enough hua cheng felt a stare and looked in the direction of shi qingxuan raising an eyebrow looking at his bowl seeing that he was empty, he tried to ignore the stare of this..New ghost but he couldnt shake it off and put down his chopsticks turning his head to shi qingxuan which had now a side smile and he started glaring back, not giving up shi qingxuan continued his stare and with that they continued their stare glare fight while sometimes breaking it to answer xie lian

In the morning shi qingxuan went off in the forest wanting to explore while hua cheng insisted that xie lian stay's and pass Time together, soon the afternoon came shi qingxuan was coming back while hua cheng was displeased with the presence of a so said 'ghost king' he looked more like a angry fish to hua cheng's eye's, xie lian however tried to make him at home but he'd refuse to enter puqi shrine as to not get more debt from hua cheng

Hua cheng and he xuan were kinda bickering seeing who would Snap at who first like a competition, when suddenly someone got Heard from a far sounding like as if they were running back

SQX:"your highness look what i got!-" he'd exclaim happily to then stop straight infront the three of them seeing he xuan up close again made him feel, fear, with a mix of a bit of happiness and didnt quite know how to act

Xie lian came toward's his friend continuing his talk "what is it what you got?" He answered as if to change his thought's

Shi qingxuan looked at xie lian for a little and then openned outer robe a bit a little white bird peeking his head out

XL:"he look's adorable! You shouldnt take animal's like that though he's a wild bird!"

SQX:"i do what i want" saying proudly "beside's he's the one that came on my shoulder he was cold so i putted him in there" petting the bird's head

He xuan just observed he didnt know why hua cheng asked him to come and seeing qingxuan standing right there wasnt feeling right, he was sure to have seen him die that day, that morning

Suddenly hua cheng coughed a little bit only to bring the attention to him "he xuan i asked you to come because thi- his highness's 'friend'. Wanted to see you dont make me do it twice." He said with a strict tone grabbing xie lian bringing him inside not wanting to deal anymore with these two he had already beared shi qingxuan's presence long enough he had even dared to cook breakfast instead of his highness saying that he was pissed would be an understatement

Both of the ghost's stared at the door that had been slammed shut right infront their nose, they both felt awkward not knowing how to start the conversation something qingxuan was usually good at, for once he xuan started talking first

HX:"so you're not dead?" Talking with the same monotone tone as before

SQX:"actually- i am-" he answered awkwardly fidgeting with his finger's

HX:"qingxuan" he sighed crossing his arm's "why are you here dont tell me it was to see me because as far as i can tell your body is against being near me." He said coldly not looking away

and he wasnt wrong qingxuan's hand's were horribly shaking he still tried to hide it by putting his hand's behind his back and smile a forcefull smile he didnt know why he couldnt just smile right now, "well i thooought we could probably start over? Our friendship, i wanna get to know you" he exclaimed with a bit of a shaky voice

HX:"sure." Still cold still monotone no change's "but i dont recall you having a home"

SQX:"i'll build my own house we could share it!-" he said determined and bold while the bird flew off back into the wild where he belong

He xuan take a sigh before walking off with an instant shi qingxuan was right behind him following

SQX:"he xuan where are you goooiiiiing!? Wait for me!" His bad leg betraying right on that moment falling face flat down on the dirt

He xuan stopped and looked back amused at the sight but keeping a neutral face, walking back toward him handing out a hand as to help him get up shi qingxuan accepted the help of course a bit embarrassed about falling down like toddler that barely knew how to walk

HX:"your leg isnt healed isnt it?" Looking down at the Bad leg that qingxuan was keeping up

SQX:"uhm, well it depend on the time sometime's it does hurt sometime's it doesnt" he answered to then saying lowly "i didnt thought it would hurt right now, its embarrassing it was fine until now"

HX:"you Can walk or do you need a stick?" He raised an eyebrow looking at him

SQX:"i'd rather die than keep a walking stick by my side!" He exclaimed with a pouting face

HX:"..you are already dead idiot" slapping gently qingxuan's back head

SQX:"hey!"

After a little while of fighting and chatting which was as usual only qingxuan talking he xuan made a teleportation array to a nice spot and offered qingxuan to live in a small but big enough house that had been abandonned there,

He wasnt much of a builder so he agreed and so their journey together started.

Imma stop here i feel like i wrote longer than usual! However i loved writing this chapter my creativity just kept flowing lol x)

[msxrik]

MORE MASACRIK SMUT?? YALL WERE BEGGING FOR THIS I SWEARR.

ill never get tired of this man i swear.

Nsfw under the Cut

Someone asked for the Elevator man Masacrik so i delivered. This one may be a little more toxic guys dont cancel me. also my req's r open!!!

Warnings: porn with little plot. Not read proof. Stalking, toxic behavior, dubcon, mentally ill reader istg, drugging, aphrodisiac used, stalker!masacrik, yandere, kidnapping, mention of needles (onky one time) oral, blood kink, squirting,

It was a normal day. You just checked in the new dorm you got and oh boy it was perfect. Too perfect. It was clean and tidy but.... you had that awful feeling of being watched. Ever since you met that guy in the reception. Masacrik? Was his name. You know the one that makes sure everything's fine in the building. He was also responsible for the elevator there. It was old and rusty so you thought it was normal that he got in there with you. You could swear that you still felt his eyes on yourself even after locking the door.

You unpacked then took a shower, it was a long day so you wanted to rest. There were vending machines in the lobby so you decided to go there and get yourself a snack. It was too late to go to a store anyway.

When you walked out of your room you jumped. As the elevator was already on your floor. Open. It was empty. But the moment you stepped inside you felt someone behind you. There he was. His tall figure hoovering over you as you slowly turn around.

-Hello miss. Where are you headed at this ungodly hour?

You could recall his face from somewhere but you had no idea from where

-uhm. I was just. Going to buy something from the vending machines down stairs.

-Ah. I was making sure everyone's in their dorms by now.- he said as he pressed some buttons and the elevator moved with an ungodly screetch.

-im sorry i didnt want to cause trouble.

-its nothing dear. Just get what you want and lets hop you back upstairs shall we?

You felt your heart skip a beat. As you were deciding on the food you want. You looked up at the reflection in the glass of the vending machine. it hit you like a bus. You've seen him. Yesterday. And the day before. He always was near you. Following you around the town. You felt a shiver run up your spine as you were deciding what you should do. As you were ready to take off to the exit he grabbed you by your hand pulling you close to him. One of your hands was now on his shoulder. And one of his on your waist. You blushed a little. Yes he scared you. But he was so handsome. And his embrace was nothing but comfort for some reason.

-I've finally caught you sweetheart- he purred as the elevator doors closed and he sat down pulling you on his lap.

You looked at him with tears in your eyes.

-oh honey-his tone was so sweet it made you melt into his embrace- dont cry. We're going to be happy. I'm the only person you'll ever need alright? I'll treat you well sweetheart. Not like the other people in your life

Tears started rolling down your face as he was telling you about the smallest details of your day to day life for like 2 years back into the pass.

Was this scary? Really. But did somewhere in that twisted deprived mind of yours you found this cute? Also yes. Nobody cared about you that much as he did. You lost yourself in thought as you felt his cold hand brush away your tears. Then the elevator Stopped and he pulled you into his room. As you walked in the only thing you saw where pictures

A t o n of pictures.

-Pardon the mess princess-he said looking for something.

You looked around a tad shocked. Then you felt a sharp sting in your neck and everything went black.

You woke up in some room. You didn't recognize it. The thing you did recognize tho was the warm embrace of the man behind you. You turned around to look at him

-where are we..?

-somewhere no one will find you doll. You hungry? You were out cold for two days.-he said Giggling

-a bit

He picked you up carrying you to the kitchen. Then gave you some food and then some weird looking pills

-for the headache. Trust me Baby- he purred at you

You DID take them. And when you were washing your hands you felt them kick in. The warmth spreading through your body as you gripped onto the sink. You felt so woozy you barely walked out of the bathroom.

-Doll could you come here please?

You did. You aren't that stupid you wouldn't disobey him he was being so nice to you. You came up to him and he made you sit in his lap

-You know i love you dearly sweetheart right? -he whispered into your ear stroking your head.

You only nodded smiling like a fool

-That's why you trust me right?

His hand started stroking your inner thigh going a little under your skirt. Then you felt a tingle in your lower stomach. You got so aroused that you shivered all over. Was that normal..?

-Right...-your breath hitched. Nothing mattered to you at that point. You didn't know him at all. But he knew you. More than you knew yourself. You leaned into his touch shifting in place

-needy are we?

You nod trying to roll your hips against his fingers

-A aah don't move. -his hand held you in place as the other one was creeping up your thigh. Just to gently brush over your clothed pussy. Rubbing your clit gently as you spread your legs more resting them on the comforters of the armchair.

-mhmm~ i will make you feel good. I know how you touch yourself.. -He purred into your ear as you blushed.

And he did know. the moment he took off your panties two of his long fingers were inside of you. And his thumb was rubbing your most sensitive part.

You moaned. the aphrodisiac in your veins making you way more sensitive to his touch. You were putty in his hands.

-if you'll be a good little girl ill reward you. So obey.

He lowered his pants making you palm his dick through his boxers You did and oh. The reward? He had you sit at the edge of the armchair with your legs spread as he ate you out. Him, in front of you on his knees. As you tug and pull on his soft red hair. You cried his name as the coil in your lower stomach was threatening to snap really fast.

-Im.. uhg~! -you threw your head back as you felt the sharp pain in your thigh. His nails dig into your thighs drawing blood from them as he smeared it all over you. Making you snap. You came all over his face and he drank every last drop of it. He did not stop, making you shake and close your legs trying to make him pull away.

That was your greatest mistake. He looked up at you his face coated in blood and your cum.

-Get up. Now.

You did. You tried.. actually your legs were giving out. He sat down there pulling you to his lap again this time lining his hard dick with your entrance.

-wha-wait b-but..

-You'll handle this. -he said as he lowered you on himself. You grasped at his hands whining

- 's too big.. fuck.. wai-MnGh!~

-i Told you you'll live. Now behave love i would hate hurting you.

After a moment of discomfort you relaxed the aphrodisiac taking over your mind again. He was scratching that itch you had deep inside you forever. He kept a steady pace as he whispered into your ear

-look down princess you see how well you're taking me? Fuck i love you so much baby you're so good ugh~ -he moaned tightening the grip he had on you.

-mnGh~ i needed t-this.. uhghh..~ -you purred out. The sweet words of affection spilling from you as he gets more worked up from each and every one.

He quickened the pace losing himself inside you. Chasing his own high. He started hitting that one spot. It made you want to squirm away with only a few hits he had you cumming on the spot but when he kept hitting it not caring about your cries of overstimulation he made you squirt. And the sound you made and the feeling of your slick and cum running down both if you dragged him over the edge. He came inside not caring to pull out.

You both tried to calm your breathing as you curled up on his chest hugging him. After a moment of comfortable silence you sleepily asked

-what if they come looking for me?

-No one will look for you, and no one will ever find you have me and i have you. Not a single soul more kitty, now sleep -He said as he picked you up to wash you up a little and carry you to bed.

And you do, you do fall asleep hugging him tightly.

Rmemeber. He Love's you deeply~

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THANK YOU GUYS FOR SUCH ACTIVITY OMG

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs #45: Crush

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He couldn’t stay in the living room anymore. He didn’t feel comfortable sleeping there, not while Heather was angry at him.

And he was angry at her. Their argument had not resolved overnight, mainly because he didn’t speak to Heather at all. They had avoided each other for two days and two nights so far. The reason he slept in the basement was not obedience or routine, but the thought of safety. The living room was open, regardless of furniture or corners to press against. It was unsafe, somehow, in some depth of his subconscious. Heather came there too often, startling him awake.

The basement wasn't ideal. It was cold, and there was still blood on the concrete, small dots and stains Heather missed.  And it still locked from the outside. But it was his. Nobody ever came down there, and it was quiet, and his bed was slightly more comfortable than the sofa. 

At least, nobody ever came down there usually. But on the third morning, Heather decided to pay him a visit.

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“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

He looked up at her, over his book. “No.”

He went back to reading. She glared at him. 

“So, what? Are you planning to ignore me for the rest of your life?”

Jackie shrugged.

She scoffed in disbelief. He lost his place on the page. It was impossible to concentrate with her hovering over him, anyway. So he closed the book and sat up from the bed.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“An apology.”

“I’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

She just stared at him. 

The silence rose like floodwater. Like waves lapping around their heels, rocking higher and higher still.

He picked up the book. It was a paperback, with a bit of weight to it. Then he threw it at Heather. 

It bounced off her shoulder harmlessly—his throw was still not very strong—but she was really pissed off now. She reached for the book—

He flinched—

—And pain burst like a flare in his chest. The book hit him much harder. It fell to the floor with a thud.

They stayed that way for quite some time. Heather stood there, still poised for a fight, staring down with a blaze in her eyes. And Jackie was motionless.

He swallowed. He cracked a smile.

Heather’s posture relaxed. “Is that what you wanted?” 

Yes. In his head, in his heart, it was all he wanted, for her to crush this restlessness out of him. She was mad at him, but wasn't that what she wanted? He wanted what she wanted. He wanted to stop wanting anything, most of all, to stop feeling anything.

He didn’t answer her.

Her voice was flat. “You really are pathetic.”

“I know that's exactly what you think of me," he said. "You don’t actually care about me. You just want me for my body. That’s all I am to you, isn’t it? An experiment?"

Heather glared at something beyond him, behind his eyes, seething in hesitation. But the moment passed. 

“Callaghan was right,” she said. Her expression became distant. The fire died out. “You’re—I don’t need you. You’re…”

“I’m what?” 

“I’m trying to make this work, you know.” Her eyes narrowed. “I’m trying, at least. You don’t try at all. Do you? Do you even—“

“Heather, I d—I don’t want this.” He took a moment to catch his breath, until his voice returned to normal. “I don’t care about making this work. I just want to go—“ Go where? There was nothing else left for him. This was his home. “Leave me alone. Just leave.”

She said nothing for some time.

He didnt even have to glance at her. He already knew that expression. Hers was the only face he remembered anymore. You want what you can’t have. You want to have your cake and eat it. A spoiled little girl. That was all there was to her.

“Fine.” She turned around. “If you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

He stood completely still while she walked up the stairs.

That was too easy. Maybe she was trying to prove a point. Maybe she had decided to let it go. After all, she hadn't punished him for trying to leave the hotel.

He froze when he heard the lock click into place.

“Heather?” he called out. 

She wasn’t on the stairs. Or in the basement. He was alone.

Again, louder, he said, “Heather?”

No reply. Not the slightest sound. He felt strangely calm. As if in a dream. He would walk up those stairs, as he was doing, and he would put his hand on the doorknob, as he moved to do, and he would turn it and the door would open and he’d be fine, he’d be okay—

It didn’t move. The door was locked. He tried again. It wouldn’t move.

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[akaakeis]

gnawing at my nails rn i miss my bf (i dont have one) how do u pick like,,, one person to selfship with bc⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

like there r so many options ushijima i dont even know who's my favourite character rn ushijima like guys☹️⁉️⁉️

BUT I cant wait for savyaku😼😼😼😼😼 SOCUTE

goshiki is my babey though he is sososososososososo cute and i would want him irl and i bet i could even pull him irl toooo

yk what this type of starting is called! a HOOK sentence cuz u got HOOKED and now ur reading this long ass ask. WAIT FUCJ mattsun guys hear me out here ANYWAYS. HRU SAV!!!!!!!!!!!! its 4am for yew rn right!!

anyways.. its 4pm havent had lunch yet am so fucking tired but soft rice.. soft white rice.... i want to sleep but rice....... call me basic but soft white rice is the best fucking thing in the entire world right after u. teacher gave my english composition an 80 i think ill end up on the news. i just stood up abruptly and the world went 🌀🌀🌀🌀 should i be worried..!!!!

THERE WAS AN OWL ON OUR ROOF THE OTHER DAY SO COOL i almost started writing akaashi hurt comfort (???) at school today but i didnt get time and now im Too Tired :(

im reading and the mountains echoed by khaled hosseini and erm. the plot is so questionable at times like wdym the guy was in love with his chauffeur wdym she tried to kill her sister and changed her mind last second so it was only paralysis but its ok bc she killed her fr next time. wdym this one girl dated her moms ex and then married her friend's ex like guys.. guys i have Questions..

IDK IF U READ JJK MANGA BUT U SHOULD READ JJK MANGA

i cant wait for ur birthday #weirdkidthings Im So Funny Guys Im So Funny

im going to sleep so hard tonight grrgrgrhrgrg i had ice cream on the way home from school YUM and then math kid era p2 i finished this one thinf before everyone else even started and the teacher asked if i did it qt home cuz wtf. ew now i remember her using her nail to create indentations in the paper and i feel nauseous my skin is crawling

WHATEVER eRmmrmrm im sitting on the stairs rn hashtag procrastination ahahahahah ive been writing this and zoninf out for the past 7 minutes yyyyyippeeee

im so tired guys let me sleeeep

my parenrs were supposed to find baby gender today but the little shit kept its legs shut and didnt let them see (just like me frl)

correction im lying on the stairs rn ..

honestly me x goshiki would be Bomb why is he so unpopular all his fics are mid or questionable so far,,,, anyways. konoha is so beautiful i would want him excpet i have like no grip on his character so #tweaks. i hate andrew tate so fkn much. i cant wait till i turn 16 idk i feel like life will be significantly cooler then. anyways bb i take my leave gotta go eat lunch

i hope youve eaten by the time ur reading this!!! stay hydrated and safe and dm me to be silly together whenever >:]]]]] i hope u have a WONDERFUL day sav!! ily <3

look at my man hes so gorgeous btw

alina... bf... :D alright then! umumumummm honestly there were many characters that i wanted to do a selfship with but i didnt want to be self shipping with the same character that someone im following consistently self ships with LMAO cause i feel like it gets weird for me at that point cause all the hcs in my head get mixed up? ANYWAY i just think of selfships with any character im hyperfixating on at that very moment... in fact my selfship very well may change!!!

anyway since im replying after you decided on yuulina... NOYA AGHHH U GUYS WILL BE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!! IM UR NO 1 SUPPORTER THIS IS YUULINA SUPPORT CENTRAL‼️‼️‼️

savyaku sounds so funny i need to thank of something that sounds better stop rn 💔 BUT I LOVE HIM SO SO SO SO SO MUCH IM SUPER EXCITED TO DO SOME SELFSHIP STUFF :))

u would so pull goshiki irl 🙂‍↕️

HELP thanks for the english lesson lina 😭 those terms always make me shudder because they were drilled into my head in my college comp class it was horrifying. and NO not mattsun i do NOT approve of that at this point in time!!!! AND IM OKAY!! tired as hell and i have 3 projects to work on <3 (i stacked my classes this year, im not proud.) IT IS NOW 3 PM AS I ANSWER THIS ASK SO SORRY IT TOOK ME LIKE 12 HOURS WOAH

honestly u were probably tired because you didn't eat but i digress... AND SOFT WHITE RICE HAS MY HEART IT MAY BE AN ASIAN THING?? and awh stawp😋 ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE ENGLISH TEACHER THAT YOU CORRECTED IN CLASS? THE ONE THAT CANT SPEAK AS WELL AS YOU?? insanity 😨 i may end up on the news as well. AND YOURE PROBABLY HUNGRY AND DEHYDRATED GO EAT AND DRINK WATER IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY WHAT??? PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!

WHAT AN OWL ON THE ROOF THATS SUPER COOL!! bro i love owls :( and ugh i get what u mean i feel like sometimes the time just slips away... but its okay! you'll have time at some later date <3 make sure you rest enough!!

guys what my jaw just dropped?? THOSE WERE THE MOST RANDOM PLOT POINTS YOU COULDVE LEFT ME WITH. NOW IM JUST CONFUSED? KINDA WANNA READ IT NOW (my readlist has 100+ books on it)...

AND IVE READ SOME OF IT BUT IM NOT UP TO DATE RN I HAVENT HAD MUCH TIME TO CATCH UP RECENTLY

im excited for your bday too!! im trying to math away the time differences in my head so like i would dm at 12 pm the day before your bday so i would catch u at midnight i THINK.

i hope u are having an AMAZING sleep rn alina!!! and u are so smart <3 barf ur teacher needs to stop doing that thats lowk unsanitary? in my book

HELP ME NOT THE JS LIKE ME FR 😭😭 hopefully u guys are able to figure out the gender soon!! im so excited for you guys <33

goshiki is under appreciated as a character honestly and i think its cause of his fuckass haircut 😭 NO OFFENSE TO YOU WHATSOEVER IM SORRY!! HES CUTE BUT THE HAIR IS NOT FOR ME. when i saw him shirabu AND tendou i was like "what the HELL is wrong with shiratorizawa they are all fucked" no they werent they had semi and ushijima BUT THAT WAS FIRST IMPRESSION ANYWAY also konoha UGRHSHSBNDMSJABD hes so!!! so!!! yeah!!! i love him sm... also how did we get on the topic of andrew tate hes such a weird guy i dont like him 💀 AND SO REAL im excited to be 16 <3

AND I HAVE!! make sure u eat something nutritious before school! and drink some water!! i hope your day is lovely <3 ily!!

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

warnings: references to extreme child abuse (not the reader or Spencer, just a rough case)

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Ghosts

Spencer had been curious about you from the moment you joined the team. It was no secret that you were good at your job, but the speed at which you pieced together murders truly stumped him. Even when you didnt verbalise what you knew, he could tell when you’d figured out a case. The way you stood, the way you spoke, it changed once you had understood a crime. That was always the most confusing thing - you’d figure out cases before anyone else on the team, but you always waited for evidence, even though you didnt need the evidence when figuring out the crime. You were a mystery.

Spencer wondered if he was studying you too closely; nobody else on the team seemed to notice these things about you, but then nobody else on the team was in love with you. Obviously, he hadnt confessed that to anyone, especially not to you.

The mystery of you was fascinating, but even without that you were perfect to Spencer. He felt his heart swell every time he told a joke that made you laugh, you were the only one who seemed to actually enjoy his jokes. He had already concluded that he adored everything else about you, he knew you very well from working with you for over a year.

But the mystery of you, the one thing he couldnt grasp, he was desperate to know.

And when that moment arrived, he couldnt have been less prepared. Somehow, during the entire time you had worked with the BAU, you hadnt encountered a child case with the team. Well, not a child case like this one at least. Usually the child cases were kidnappings, which Spencer noticed you didnt figure out at such an impossible speed. But that day when you, Spencer and Hotch went to visit the father of a young girl, Winnie, who had gone missing, it was different. Not to Spencer or Aaron, this was like any other missing child case to them, but to you...

As soon as you entered the house, Spencer noticed you tense up, colour draining from your face. You closed your eyes in a pained blink while Winnie’s mother spoke to Aaron. When she called the young girl’s father into the room, you finally opened your eyes, and the fire within them instilled was powerful enough to scare Spencer.

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked quietly, the two of you standing behind Aaron as he led the father into the living room to begin the interview.

“Im fine. I need to look around.”

And with that, you were off up the stairs of the house. Spencer followed you, finding you in Winnie’s bedroom. You were crouched on the floor, frantically searching through her things, but he noticed how careful you were being, trying to preserve the placement of every toy in the room as though the little girl was there to see you go through her belongings.

“Im trying, Im trying. I’ll find it, I promise.” You mumbled, not realising Spencer was behind you.

“What are you looking for?” He questioned, but before you could answer, you suddenly stopped searching.

You rose back to your feet and turned to Spencer, holding a piece of paper in your clenched and shaking hands. You stared at it with fury Spencer had never seen before.

“Under the pillow.” You mumbled, causing Spencer to frown, but he understood your words as some kind of instruction.

He walked over to Winnie’s bed and lifted her pillow to find a small pink book. He began flicking through the tear stained pages of scribbly child’s writing, typical of a child in extreme stress and fear. Spencer read it back to front in under 2 minutes. By the time he was done, your rage made complete sense.

As soon as you saw him look up in your peripheral vision, you stormed down the stairs and into the living room, Spencer hot on your heels. Hotch’s eyes landed on you the moment you entered the room, but he had no time to interrupt you slamming the drawing in front of the father.

“Care to explain why a five year old girl would draw this?”

The monster looked down at the piece of paper. It was a drawing of two stick figures. One recognised as Winnie, wearing the same purple dress in the photograph provided by the family. She had a sad face, and lying on top of her was another stick figure, with a smiling face. That stick figure was drawn without clothes. The paper was covered in tear stains, as well as drawn tear drops in blue, but not just blue. Red. Particularly between the two stick figures. They were surrounded by distraught scribbles that were also drawn in red. Deep red.

Spencer stood beside you and leaned over Winnie’s father in the same way you did.

“Im scared of Mommy going away. He comes in at night. I try to keep the door shut but he gets so angry. He said I should be happy and feel nice but it always hurts for so many days. He tells Mommy I fall over a lot when she goes away. He said he’ll kill me if tell anyone. I dont want to die. What if he hurts Mommy after?” He recited from the fourth entry.

Before Winnie’s nightmare had the chance to reply, you interjected. “But even after all you did to her, you couldnt part with her, could you? You’d never dump her body where you couldnt see it everyday. Even after torturing her, murdering her, you keep her trapped here!” You seethed.

“SHE’S MINE!” The nightmare roared, trying to stand to his feet, but you forcefully tower over him.

“SIT DOWN.” You shouted, and he cowered beneath you as you continued. “You have no power over her anymore. You will be as far away from her as I can make possible. Guys like you get exactly what you deserve in prison. Maybe you’ll start to feel remorse for what you did to her when bigger, stronger men are doing it to you. Doesnt matter either way, because just like you, they wont stop until they decide to kill you.”

Spencer pulled you back as police officers entered the living room, walking over to the couch and arresting Winnie’s murderer. Aaron approached the two of you as the nightmare was removed from the building.

“Well done. He’ll be put away for a long time.” Hotch said, attempting to reassure the traumatised expression on your face.

“Not long enough.” You replied, and he nodded.

“I’ll talk to Winnie’s mother, you two head back to the station.” Hotch said, before picking the drawing up off the table, along with the diary, and heading back to Winnie’s room. Her mother spent a lot of time crying in there, and after what Hotch told her, she’d never stop.

Once Hotch was out of earshot, you collapsed to your knees, tears streaking your face as your entire body began to shake.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Can you hear me!?!” Spencer crouched down beside you and wrapped his arms around you.

You nodded into his chest.

“Winnie...where is she?” Spencer asked quietly.

“I-In the backyard.” You choked out.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Where can you see her?” He rephrased, and your heart stopped. Spencer ended the silence. “That’s how you figure out cases so quickly, isnt it? You can communicate with the victims. But you’ve never reacted like this.”

Your chin wobbled. “A-Adults, teenagers...by the time I get to them, they’ve already figured out that they’re dead. But she’s just a kid! As soon as we got here, I-I could hear her asking her mom why she was ignoring her, I could hear Winnie telling her what that fucker did to her, it was finally safe to because ‘daddy cant see me anymore’. She was too fucking young for all of this!” You burst into tears and Spencers heart shattered.

He couldnt imagine the strain this must have on you. He’d always thought that being able to communicate with the dead was more of a blessing than a curse, especially in his line of work, it assisted in bringing people to justice. But having to bear the weight of the dead’s pain, that was an incomprehensible curse.

“You’ve saved her, (Y/N).”

You lifted your head from his chest to frown at Spencer in confusion.

“How? She’s already dead.”

Spencer held your face in his hands. “You saved her, because now she can be at peace. She can exist without fear now, because of you.”

When you glanced at the doorway, Spencer let go of your face. You chuckled slightly and wiped your tears.

“Thanks Winnie, but Im not a superhero.”

Yes you are! The little girl in the purple dress cheered.

“You are.” Spencer said, not realising he was repeating Winnie’s words.

See! The tall man agrees! Can he see me? She asked curiously.

“No, the tall man cant see you.” You replied, smiling sadly.

Spencer raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Am I ‘the tall man’?”

You nodded at him.

Daddy always said I should feel happy and nice, I feel happy and nice now! Do you wanna be best friends? The angel smiled at you hopefully.

Fresh tears filled your eyes. “Of course we can be, Winnie.”

And the tall one? She asked.

You turned to Spencer. “She’d like to know if you want to be best friends.”

Spencer’s eyes widened. “Absolutely!”

Yay! She squealed.

“You can be free now.” You told her.

I want to stay with Mommy. She’ll be lonely without me. But she cant hear me, can you tell her that munchkin loves her always? Winnie requested, shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot as though what she was asking for was unreasonable.

You smiled. “I’ll go and tell her right away.”

Pulling together all of your strength, you climbed back to your feet. Spencer followed you back up the stairs, led by the sound of Winnie’s mother sobbing. She was too distraught to notice you step into the room.

“Sandra.” You spoke softly as you sat down beside her on Winnie’s bed.

Aaron walked over to stand beside Spencer, who filled him in on the situation is quickly as possible.

“I never got to say goodbye!” Winnie’s mother cried.

“Have you ever heard of clairvoyance?” You pressed, keeping your voice quiet and careful.

Sandra nodded, sniffling. “Y-Yes, my sister and I went to see a clairvoyant last year, why?”

You took a deep breath. “Winnie asked me to tell you that munchkin loves you, always.”

Winnie’s mother turned to look at you so slowly, her body trembling, her eyes wide in disbelief. The petname ‘munchkin’ was specific enough to assure her that you were telling the truth. She collapsed into you, sobbing hysterically, a mixture of heartbreaking anguish and just the smallest glimmer of joy at not losing her daughter entirely.

Aaron and Spencer felt themselves tear up as watched the scene unfold. You called Winnie upstairs and told her mother everything she said, allowing them to properly talk after everything that had happened, which was more than anyone who has lost someone could ask for.

Spencer realised then that is the true beauty of your gift, you can bring light to the truth, but most importantly you can bring closure to those who need it most. He had finally figured you out. You are a superhero, and although it causes you impossible pain, you are strong enough to power through it. You are magic, and nobody loves magic quite as much as Doctor Spencer Reid.

[cryptcreechur]

tw - family death

i had a dream last night that i would like to share with you all because i felt it was very important to me and perhaps the start of something wonderful or informative or fulfilling.

im going to copy-paste what i had typed to my buddies that are too cool for tumblr (they actively dislike it here) because if i try to retype everything my drawing hand will be mad at me and also i will cry (again)

i cant remember how it started out, but i remember the moment i saw him

i almost started crying and i ran up to him to hug him and he stopped me and said "im not sure you want to have the dead smell on you" and we laughed as i hugged him anyway

we spent time walking together somewhere outside, it was foggy and cool and peaceful. we just talked and spent time together. i told him how much i missed him and he nodded and listened. he said he misses me too, he misses all of us. but hes walking again, and able to do things he couldnt do for years. he told me not to cry so much because hes not upset or alone or hurting.

then it was time for him to go, he said, and he brought me to a door. there were stairs leading down to it and we hugged again at the top of the stairs and he turned and went to the door. i tried to follow him but i made it about halfway down before the door opened and i couldnt move anymore. some woman was standing there, kind of turned away from me, but she looked beautiful and had really really long black hair. he proudly introduced me to her but he said "this is my grand..son. right?" and he looked back at me and i nodded and he smiled and repeated "this is my grandson." she spoke to me but i didnt see her mouth move. she told me i couldnt come after my grandpa yet. that as long as i lived, something would keep me from the land of the dead.

grandpa turned around just before he went through the door and he smiled at me and told me i would be okay without him. he said im strong and hes proud to see who ive become so far and he looks forward to hugging me again

and then i woke up

see? i cried sending all that to my boyfriend

but a part of me (the overwhelming majority of me) feels relieved that i had this dream. so much has been going on in my life so far, and i at times feel like i cant make it, or that im weak, that my ancestors or passed relatives are disappointed in me. im glad i got to speak with my grandpa, who practically raised me in my childhood. he was a very important man to me.

ive always felt dreams carry significance - whether it's messages from the subconscious or messages from the divine, theres always something to be had from a dream.

that being said, i believe it was Hel, goddess and caretaker of the dead, who spoke to me.

id never seen her in a dream before, but she had this soothing energy about her. even as she was telling me i couldn't follow my grandpa, it wasn't a statement of malice - she had concern and compassion in her voice. she seemed so kind in that moment, understanding of my grief and my pain, and turning me onto the path i need to take right now - the path with the living.

ive found myself drifting away from my gods in my time of turmoil, and i feel guilty, but i also know they hold no judgement or anger towards me. they understand.

anyway, this post is really long, and if youve made it this far, thank you. maybe leave a few words in the replies ? id like to hear other's thoughts on Hel or lost family members or grief or even just dreams in general

have a nice day, all, and gods bless you

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ sorry we lost touch.

⟡ featuring: oikawa

⟡ cw: timeskip oikawa, angst, talk about breakups, comfort?, fluff, fem reader, pregnancy talk at the end, lmk if i missed anything, bad writing and not proofread yet btw

⟡ a/n: i was listening to sorry we lost touch by will jay and got sad so i wrote this - still on a break though i just had to get this out. i'll go over some parts of this again eventually just to make it flow better (especially at the end) but ya ok bye.

four years ago, after high school, two of the people you cared most about dropped a bomb on you informing you about their plans for their futures.

your best friend, iwaizumi, went to california for college. this news didn't really shock you, he's been open about his dreams for all of high school. of course you were still sad, but you knew that this was important to him.

meanwhile, your boyfriend, oikawa tooru, caught you off guard when he told you he accepted an offer from some volleyball organization in argentina. you didn't know how to react. you knew you were happy for him but you weren't sure how to feel about leaving, especially since he didn't say anything about this before. it's not like he needed your approval, you knew that...but you would have appreciated it if he told you sooner. not the week before he had to leave.

that night on the couch of your basement, you guys argued and cried. you both tried coming up with multiple ways to keep the relationship strong. talks about being long distance, visiting each other often, and finally, you moving to argentina with him.

you don't know why him asking you to move with him made you angry and sad but it did. maybe it was because you're entire life was in japan. all of your family and friends are in japan. your memories are in japan. your dreams and goals are all made so they took place in japan. but oikawa didnt understand that.

you stood up for yourself, you told him that you were going to stay in japan and that's final.

"okay fine then! we're over!." oikawa finally snaps as he stands up to walk to the stairs leading out of the basement.

"tooru." tears start forming but you hold back for the sake of not seeming weak. "you can't be serious." you choke back a sob as you stand up and turn to face him.

"why shouldn't i be serious, yn?" he says as stops at the top step. "nothing is going to workout for us. anything i've suggested you've turned down so what choice do we have?" he shouts at you then wait for an answer. an answer you didn't know. you froze up and all you could do was sit there as his patience grew thinner.

after a few seconds of silence and no response from you he mutters out a "forget it" and takes the final step out of your basement. the final step out of your relationship.

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four years have passed by.

you two made up after two days and agreed to be friend even though it hurt. you guys did a great job of that for the remain week he was still in japan. once he got to argentina though...that's when things started fading out.

you both were in completely different timezones and it was almost impossible to keep touch on a regular basis. it made you both sad that you couldn't keep a connection between the both of you, you both tried your hardest but as the first year of him being away went on, your talks became less frequent. by the start of the second year, you had lost all communication with him.

but now you're here, sitting in the apartment you shared with hanamaki and matsukawa. iwaizumi was also there but he was only visiting you all. he came back the month prior and now lives a few apartment complexes down. you were happy to see iwaizumi and to be able to talk to him as much as you want now, he was your best friend after all. however, in this very moment as you're just trying to watch your show on the tv, you really wish you could kick his head off.

"why won't you just go say hi to him?" iwaizumi asks in a pushy tone. for the last hour and a half he has been trying to convince you to go see oikawa as he came back from argentina last week. according to iwaizumi, oikawa has been wanting to see you ever since he landed. apparently the first thing he said to iwa was "where is yn?".

"because haji! i don't want to get hurt!" you shout at him as you feel yourself start to lose patience. you knew that you and oikawa would have a calm conversation but it would inevitably include everything that happened between you two all those years ago. you didn't want to relive those memories again.

"listen," iwaizumi comes and sits next to you and grabs your hand, "i know you're scare of seeing him again yn, but so is he." he continues as you look down at your lap.

"and don't you want closure?" you look up and turn to makki. him and matsukawa have been silent during this whole ordeal but they both agreed with iwaizumi.

"listen doll, we love you and don't want to push you to do anything you don't want to but we know you still look at old pictures of you and tooru. we know you talk about him in your sleep. we know you type out text messages to him that you'll never send. so why not just go for it?" matsukawa admits all of the things that him and makki have notices ever since you all moved in together. all you can do is look up at the ceiling in shame before you decide to stand up and look at all of them.

"fine. i'll go see him." you finally agree and all three of them silently cheer and go up to hug you to tell you you'll be alright.

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the next day, you find yourself standing in front of oikawa's house. you've actually been standing there for five minutes debating on if you actually want to go through with this but after a while you just shook off your nerves and knocked five times, subconsciously using the pattern you and oikawa would always use back when you were dating.

it was only a few seconds before you saw the door swing open and were met with oikawa looking at you in disbelief, as if he didn't believe it was actually you.

you both take a few moments to take each other in. not much has changed about him, you take notice. of course he was taller, more built, and just looked four years older, but you still saw the same glow he had all those years ago.

"yn, hey" oikawa says quietly as a small smile starts to form making your heart skip a beat.

"hi, tooru." you say in an equally quiet tone smiling a sweet smile back at him that could make him melt on the spot.

after a few more moments of silence, he invites you into the house and guides you to the couch before he goes to the kitchen to get you both a cup of tea leaving you to look around. it was his childhood house, the house you spent countless days and nights in. his parents left it for him last year when they decided to retire and move to the countryside so it was only the two of you in the house.

after a few minutes oikawa comes back with the tea and sets it down on the coffee table. you mumble out a thank you before you both sit in silence again before he speaks up.

"you look good."

"you do too"

"how have things been here? how was university for you?" oikawa hated the small talk but he thought it'd be better to catch up before you both got into the more serious topic at hand

"it was good! i made a lot of friends while there, granted i barely talk to any of them anymore, but it was a fun experience." you explain a little more about your time in university and you could tell that he was soaking in every word you said. what you didn't know is how bad he felt about not being there for you. "enough about me though, how was argentina? how was playing volleyball?"

"it was great, i learned a lot of new things and met a lot of people as well." it was his turn to fill you in on what he's been up to and you couldn't even be sad. you were so proud of him and you told him that before you both fell into silence again.

"i'm sorry." were the words that broke the silence.

"you have nothing to be sorry about, tooru." you sadly say this as you look at him.

"but i left you. i left the person i loved more than anything!" oikawa exclaims, admitting that he felt guilty about how everything happened.

"you had to go," you start out softly, hoping to calm him down. "you had to go, tooru. volleyball is everything to you, you just wanted to grow and learn more!"

"you were everything to me." he shouts as he takes your hands. "we talked about all these plans for our future but i ruined it by leaving you! you don't think that was selfish of me? i mean, come on! the entire time you were talking about what you have been doing for the last four years, all i could think about is how badly i wish i was there!" oikawa rambles out, his voice starting to crack, breaking your heart.

"no i don't. i'll admit it hurt for a long time but i never thought you were selfish, even for a second. i wish you were there too but...life just took us in different directions." you explain softly to him as you felt your own tears starting to prick in the corners of your eyes.

"you're too nice for your own good as always." oikawa chuckles out as he wipes away your tears that started falling. he was sad at the moment too, but he hated seeing you cry more than anything.

"but its all true. i've never hated you for anything." you lean into his touch without realizing it, but it felt right.

"i'm glad, but it still wont change how bad i feel about it." he rubs circles on your cheek with his thumb.

"then make it up to me." you say as you lift yourself from his touch, causing him to look at you confused.

"what do you mean?"

"you're here for good while now aren't you?" you ask him about how he's staying in japan for good now, as far as you both know and he nods. "then let's make new plans!" you excitedly say.

"you sure?" you nod as he still looks confused but after reassuring him he feels better. "okay then let's do it." finally agreeing he pulls you in for a hug.

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after that day, you and oikawa became inseparable once again and after a few months you two ended up dating each other again. it made everyone happy.

a year later you move in with him after your lease for your apartment with matsukawa and hanamaki was up. don't worry about them though, they got another place and you still saw them every weekend.

iwaizumi was especially happy for you and oikawa though. he said that he "finally had someone to complain to about shittykawa" again since he kept his mouth shut during those four years you and oikawa were apart. iwaizumi was just really happy that his best friends were together again and that they were finally happy.

another three years later, you're married and are expecting a baby girl. as you set up the nursery with oikawa, you take a look back at all these years and smile to yourself.

"I wouldn't change a single thing, you know?" oikawa says as he sees you smile and walks up to you, leaning down to kiss your pregnant belly and then kiss you. you agree with him.

even if you both went through hell and back with each other, you wouldn't have had it any other way because right now, you have all you've ever wanted.

[ocean-anchored]

August 14, 2023 continued...

I wanted to go home. I stopped drinking so I could drive because Church is important to me and I wanted to make it the next morning. We met two fun irish guys that we kept playing with & chatting to. I kept saying I was ready to go home, if he wanted to stay he could - even though deep down I was terrified of what that evening could turn into if he had stayed alone. As the one guy kept talking about his ex girlfriend and relationship he continued to resignate with him. How "girls need to understand how simple I am and that I'm not emotional. I don't speak my feelings, I don't need to act on it. I'm where I say I am and I don't have to spend all my time with them" He looked at me and said " see babe, I'm not the only one" it crushed me. More than he knew. Not because he related to another man that couldn't express his feelings, but because I realized in that moment that it wouldn't work out anymore. I was sad. Now I really wanted to go home which I reiterated again. He said he was ready and we could go. I went to the bathroom & when I came back he was racking up another game of pool. I told him I was leaving. He was staying. I walked out realizing again that this wasn't going to work anymore. He did call me before I left, thank God he had some sense in him. We didn't talk the whole drive home. Nor when we got home. I got ready for bed and laid down. When he was finally done he came in and it's like a light switched again, he was lovey and touchy. I was grumpy and sad. I was tired and emotionally drained, I felt disconnected. And when I wasn't as excited and happy as he was, he said "you're always so grouchy" and that was it. Tired of the "jokes". We went to bed. I got up and took nova out. Maybe then I should have been a little sweeter. Maybe I should have rolled over and kissed him before I got up but I didnt. I was tired and still frustrated. When he came down stairs & I came by he was quite. I said good morning and he was cold. I got ready for Church and when I came down he said he was going to head out. It's fine I told myself. It was just another disconnected moment between us. I said if I was coming over that I wouldn't be over till the later night. I carried on my day, expecting not to hear from him. He texted me before 2pm asking if I wanted to do something in the city. I told him I was at the marda loop fest. Another hour later, yes I understand that I should have answered his first call. I could have been better at communicating but I also didn't really want to see him. I spent the afternoon with Jeremiah and his friend walking around and it was a nice day. He called again and it didn't make sense that he would come all the way into the city for two hours before we go back to his place. Once again, fine. I knew I shouldn't have gone last night. I wasn't in a good headspace to talk to him. But once again I pushed through and I showed up, which once again he was cold when I arrived. Immediately grilled me on going to the fest with Jeremiah. Which turned into an immediate fight again, I felt his anger swell up. Here we go again. I wasn't having it so I said I was done and I grabbed my bag. He said "I'm done, we're just not meant to be." and I replied with "because you never trust me" as I walked out the door. he texted me in minutes. "You're right I dont trust you. I don't want to do this anymore, I wish you the best" my heart sank because now it was mutual. I went back for my desk which he was silent for and I left. Surprise surprise that he texted only two hours later of how It wasn't my fault and he needed to work on himself. I shake my head. How stupid am I. How foolish am I. How broken am I.

[bbybaku]

cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki

yes i know its july. 

1.8 k words 

slow burn but there is smut 

warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion

your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.

you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.

the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it. 

but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”

you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.

“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.

“what? we always-“ you asked

“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said

 you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.

you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.

“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.

“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.

“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.

you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it. 

week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.

you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?

you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes 

the movies you had made together.

the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.

he looked pale.

you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.

“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”

you gulped “oh okay”

you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.

the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.

you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.

and he left. 

it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did. 

you texted him to hang out. 

the two of you got coffee then made out in the car. 

his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch. 

shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?” 

you sighed “im sorry i just-” 

he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”

 his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got  when he was irritated. and he knew it. 

“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw. 

“do you want to be like that?”  he talked down to you with a smirk.

“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift. 

you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be. 

the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating. 

he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside. 

“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly. 

he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs” 

the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it. 

he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open. 

you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat. 

shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability. 

he loved having you at his mercy. 

he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs. 

“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.

and just like that he dove right in.  

he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him. 

his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.

“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.

he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit. 

you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp. 

he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling. 

he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache. 

he blew cold air on your exposed heat. 

you cried out. 

and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered 

“please” you whispered

“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing.  i said to beg like the whore you are.” 

you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.” 

“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance. 

he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.

his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles. 

you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache. 

he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds. 

your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release. 

“please i - can i please” you whined. 

shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening 

the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth. 

he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?” 

and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit. 

his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud. 

you were crying at the pleasure. 

his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you. 

your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.

you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.

you could feel him smiling on you.

shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.

he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you. 

if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator. 

your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out. 

your lower body convulsing. 

tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.” 

“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed 

shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh. 

“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could. 

“no” he said sweetly. 

your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked. 

you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences. 

the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator. 

with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up. 

despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony. 

“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths. 

refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants. 

he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground. 

“well what if we” you started. 

“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”

“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.

“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped

“why?" you whinned

he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed. 

“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”

"um i-” 

you went to speak but no words came out. 

shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex” 

“oh” you said feeling yourself blush

he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”

he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine” 

“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck. 

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were the bruises to your heart worth it?

Childe angst

You mulled over your sister's words for the nth time today. Her voice playing on loop inside your head, drifting in and out of a mundane daydream.

"why are you still with him?" you wondered as well as to why you still stuck with Ajax, all these days in 3 years of being wit him. Perhaps it was devotion, it was love to persevere even in the wrath of crumbling times and yet why does your heart ache a little more these days he's been far from you.

The days when he would come home, wounded and tired you were there to nurse him back. Back then it was something you'd do out of care and worry, which was until these recent days where it felt as if it were a job you didnt want to do as he would shrug you off instead and locking himself in another room. You barely remember the time where you both shared a quiet night basking in each other's presence, with limbs in a tangle and your forehead upon his beating chest, it was almost none existent as the home you both had felt so utterly desolate, void of the homey ambience.

Youve endured a month of his uncalled behaviour, breaking you even further as things slipped from your grasp leaving you empty and in agony. There were times you'd silently let tears fall as he slept so soundly beside you, unbothered by your pain. He's become more and more as the harbinger you forgot him to be and not your darling lover Ajax.

He never noticed your puffy eyes, sunken cheeks and dwindling weight yet he noticed all the small mistakes youve made. Where one day, left you with a bruise on the arm due his snake like grip after blowing up on you right after he came home from a long journey to sumeru.

You left. 

Childe came home earlier than expected, once again tired and nursing a few minor wounds on his body. All he wanted was your touch on his skin as you lulled him to sleep only that to his utter surprise that the house was empty. Perhaps you went out for an errand or for another pot of your favourite flower that you kept in the small garden at the back.

Not giving it too much thought, he lounged on the couch awaiting your return, eyelids soon drooping as the soft pillow coaxed him to sleep.

As the grandfather clock swings its pendulum, the sound echoing through the whole room signifying the arrival of midnight, an eerie sound waking Childe back to consciousness. Groggy from rising he scanned the room only to find it darker than before, if it werent for the nearby lamp he switched open, he swore he couldve been swallowed by the darkness.

Were you not home yet?

A dreadful feeling washed over him as your presence was nowhere around the house. He called out for you as he rushed through the halls, a sliver of hope vanishing every corner turned and every door opened led to nothing but misery.

You always leave a note as to where you are going and yet it was another one out of the many abnormalities in his home.

"Darling? Please i hope youre not playing with me!" he calls out to no one in particular, denying the fact of your existence gone with the wind. Your clothes were all intact and so does your other belongings. He thought of every possibility of what couldve befallen his lover, mostly gravitating towards the worst of the worst case scenarious and may the archons forbid, he would never recover from the blow.

"Where are you?!"

Then it dawned on him after much pondering and pulling his falling parts together. The things he did, the words he said it all came flooding through him like a rushing cold river, hitting him fair and square in the chest and came forth an otherworldly pain and regret. He gasps, almost suffocating by the weight of his sins and he wished he had died right then and there in atonement for his crimes.

Soon his vision became bleary as eyes misted over with tears that fell freely from his ocean eyes. He ruined it. Ruined you.

And yet he could not let you go.

Days seemed to pass by so fast that it had already been 5 months of liberation from Ajax's presence. You were slowly building yourself up once again, the temple that was torn down by a single crack, slowly being rebuilt brick by brick.

Your love for Ajax, even if it left quite the bruise to your heart, it was still there, lingering in the air and a part of you missed him so. You wondered how he would be doing, you wondered if he looked for you just as you did when he didnt come home on the date set, you wonder if he wept when he couldnt feel you next to him, just as you did 150 days ago. You wondered if he ever called your name all the while giving a lingering kiss to the painting that hung on the foyer. You wondered if what you both had, had any significance to him at all.

"Stop doing that." you jolted from where you sat, the book falling off your lap as you met your sister's stern glare from across the room.

"Stop doing what?"

"You are thinking about Tartaglia again. Its been over 5 months and that blundering fool never made an effort to find you much less apologize for what he did when you were still there." there was anger in her voice as she recounted the day you came to her door, teary eyed and just utterly torn. Never once did she felt like murdering someone so bad, especially when it had you, her only family involved.

"Im sorry, I-i just--"

"Hush now." she came over in her elegant strides to take you in her arms, the familiar scent of your mother's favorite perfume stayed on her like second skin and you were so grateful that you had her. You let yourself cry in her embrace in quiet comfort.

Childe never stopped.

Secretly searching for atleast a tiny clue of your whereabouts wore him down to the bone and yet he never gave up. How could he? Even if he thought he was so undeserving of you he still pushed on to right what wrong he's made. The details gathered had been insufficient to serve as a lead making Childe more desperate in his attempt to search for you. Nights were spent on scouring places and information seeking and his work, only done in the daytime. He never wasted a wink on sleep as it was an obstacle to getting closer to you and even when his body collapsed due to exhaustion of overworking all he could think was you.

The search has led a certain fatui informant who works for one of the harbingers. With a note slipped in secrecy on a specific time containing an address on the small parchment. It was all Childe needed to fuel his buried hope as he took off towards snezhenaya.

He never imagined he'd arrive right in front of the iron gates that encased the whole estate atop a mountain. The wind bellowed stronger than before as the snow rained harder upon the place. Luckily, he was born in this region and had survived throughout. 

He wondered why you came here, to such a dreadful place but then again, anywhere was better than right by him.

Trying to push open the gates only to be repelled by cryo magic, burning through his gloves and into his skin, leaving fresh burns on his palms as he gasped in pain. Whoever lives here clearly didnt want anyone trespassing much less had a fancy for guests.

He was starting to grow cold as his energy was slowly being siphoned by days of travel, it would only take a matter of time before he passes out.

He calls out, hoping someone inside would hear him.

And you did, only that it seemed like the wind but the time you looked outside the library window, you saw a person outside the gates. The familiar ginger hair tousled with the wind and as you strained your ears to hear and that was when it filled your ears, Ajax's voice. Something you havent heard in quite a long time.

As quick as lightning you stood, half running half gliding through the halways and down the stairs, there was no coherent thought, only him. He was freezing outside the barrier and you pushed yourself more to reach him.

Your figure stepping out through the door was almost like a dream to him. Your name oh so longingly leaving his bluing lips.

"Ajax!" you were in time as you caught his figure which seemed lighter than before. He clung to you, legs desperately tryinf to hold him up. You were here, right in his arms, alive and warm.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry. Please I love you." he rambles on, like a mantra he apologizes over and over again, sobbing and stumbling on his words as he held you so achingly close "Forgive me. Forgive me..."

"Step away from him this instant." your sister, Signora hisses from behind you, just as you were about to coax Ajax she already had a cryo dagger aimed at his head

"Sister please!" you plead, your panic growing as you saw Ajax huffing in labored breaths "Let him come inside or he will freeze to death."

Signora sees the urgency in your eyes and the undying devotion you still hold for the man in your arms. She dematerializes the dagger with a wave of her hand.

"Fine but if I see tears in your eyes then dont you ever dare stop me from what Im going to do to him."

"Thank you sister." you smile at her as she steps backs inside the house and you follow in after her with Ajax leaning on you for support. Once inside, you had him lay on the couch by the fire after helping him out of his winter garments and replacing it for a knitted quilt.

"Im sorry." bloodshot ocean eyes looked at you with so much guilt and a love that you almost forgot "I-i im so so sorry."

"Lets talk about this after youve rested." this time you couldnt look at him, the ache in your heart throbs from the bruises it still nursed. You stood before falling further only for him to catch your shaking hand with his equally shaking one.

"Dont leave." he whimpers, the fear of abandonment increasing as he pleaded for you to stay. instead, you let go of his hand and placed yours instead over his eyes making him uncharacteristically shriek surprising you even more, making you think what other worldly pain he was experiencing as of  the moment. "No! No No.  Please Its dark." 

Ajax cries as he thrashed around because he feared that if he sleeps he would go back to the nightmare of you not by his side and that would leave him all cold and alone just like in the past. he didnt want to go back there, not now when he's seen you. As much as he'd hate to admit, he was truly and utterly terrified but you had to let him rest and with the help of your vision he finally succumbed to a dreamless, peaceful sleep. Only that he calmed down did you notice how much he's lost, where your once sunken cheeks, puffy eyes and weight loss now transferred to him and it made you sick to your stomach. your lips found his forehead as you wished him a good rest, you left the room after bandaging his burned hands to gather yourself for when he finally came to his sensible self.

when you thought it was going to take a full day for him to wake up  only to find him stumbling about in the living room calling your name on his lips like a broken record. you immediately rushed down and burst into the room to find him clutching his head and gasping breathlessly. he looked crazed until he caught sight of you standing by the door, a worried look on your face was when he finally came to. he ran to you, clung to you like it was the last day of the world to live and sighed into your welcoming smell. 

"are you alright now?" you ask him as you part in arms width 

"Hit me." he tells you in all seriousness in his worn out state 

"W-what?" you were certain he was still out of it until he grabbed your hand in an attempt to hit himself to which you stopped immediately 

"Hit me! Scream at me all you want. Call me words Ive called you. Ive broken you! Do you not see that?!" funny how he couldnt see himself, he who's become worse over the course of the months . his tone rose and fell until it was only a whisper above his panting 

"Just dont abandon me." he shuts his eyes, steeling himself for your judgment  until he felt your hands on his face again, making soothing circles on his cheek 

"look at me Ajax." you coax him and he did and he could see assurance and the love for him still remained and he wanted to cry again but tears have long gone abandoned him and left him in such a regretful state, he truly didnt deserve you and you never deserved to be treated that way. "Youve hurt me yes and nothing can change that but I wasnt planning on you leaving you. I couldnt as I love you too much that I wouldnt imagine life without you but Ajax, the things you did to me, to us,  was painful." 

"I know and Im so sorry." he held himself from rambling as the pain in chest grew even more burdensome, something he would willingly carry as he vows to himself to never hurt you and if he did  then he would tear himself down "I love you" 

"and I to you Ajax. Just promise me that when you are having a hard time, let us talk it out and not result to screaming and painful banters." 

"I promise darling. on my life and everything in this world. I vow to never cause you pain like I did and to only give you love and care that someone like you deserve." 

there he was, your Ajax. He was home. 

[sillylittlestoryblog]

Riff x artist!reader Chapter 2

Notes: hey Part twoooo is here! 🍄

Warnings: just bad writing, swearing

The morning sun was shining through my room as I packed my bag. John had told me in the evening to not draw again today. But he certainly couldn`t say anything against the fact that I wanted to go and buy things we needed. So I hid paintbrushes and pencils between the shopping list and money in my bag. My plan was to run as fast as possible to docs, then I had about ten minutes for a small sketch, After that I could do the errands and paint a little in the store while I talked to Valentina. After all, my brother could hardly object if I talked to another woman and was therefore a little late. Convinced of my plan, I ran to the apartment door and quickly said goodbye to my brother. I almost jumped down the stairs to the next floor. Hopefully the neighbor Mrs Murphy wouldn't stop me. She was always interested in the latest gossip from the block. Several times she had asked me if Tommy and I were going to get married soon. Why did everyone think I wanted to?

It wasn`t a long way to docs. I had been going there since I was a little girl, most times to look at the colorful candy. Once or twice valetina had given me a little chocolate. I had been overjoyed. Since her husband had died a while ago, I went at least once a week. Even if I had nothing to get from the shop. I just loved the little store and its cheerful owner. But my father had forbidden me to visit the store that often. "Too many bad young guys are going there " he had said. So i didnt visit Valentina regularly and if i was then only in the mornings. My father had said that it was the only time I should be out and about in the neighborhood, since the Jets were probably not up at that time of day yet.

I only had a few minutes to unpack my things. I sat down on a bench across from docs and started drawing. Quick strokes on the bright paper. It took only a few moments for the outline of the building. Then I got down to the details. The windows, the small display and the sign that hung above the door. The next time I looked up, I saw him. I thought I was dreaming, but in front of the store stood the young man from the subway train. He argued with Valentina.

"Hey, come on, just two minutes. I really need to talk to Tony.“

Could it really be him? And what was he doing here? Why was he arguing with Valentina?

Too many thoughts were in my head at once. I needed to draw. This time I was not interrupted. I couldn't help it and started sketching what was in front of me. More importantly I started to sketch him. His lean body, his paint-stained hands, his long fingers holding a cigarette. The brown tousled hair, the cheeky grin and those beautiful eyes. Everything was suddenly in front of me on the paper. Too big was the fear to forget him again.

"Fuck come on. I swear I won't steal anything."

"Well, maybe not this time. You've always stolen from me boy, don't think I'll let a criminal like you in my store again." Valentina's voice grew louder. It seemed to be very important to her, she was not someone who just raised her voice. But instead of worrying about Valentina, my thoughts were only filled with the man in front of me. She knew him, and that must mean she probably knew a name to that face. How much I would like to know his name. How much I would like to look at him from up close.

„Y/N "All at once I was torn from my thoughts. I had forgotten what my real goal was. I was running out of time.

"Y/N, sweetheart how nice to see you. Come on in. You don't have to be afraid of him anymore, I successfully chased him away. Come here and sit with me." she pointed at the chair by the window. "I haven't seen you for so long. How can I help you?

I gave her my list. She went right out and started looking on the shelves.

I chewed on my lower lip. Should I ask her? But she shouldn't think i was interested at all, otherwise it could lead to big problems. Besides, she had called him a criminal. That wasn't exactly a positive description.

"Who was that?"

"What do you mean, child?"

" the young gentleman you had a fight with? What did he want?"

Before she could answer, I heard footsteps and then the door to the basement open. Tony was standing there. I didn't really know him, we had only spoken once or twice. He worked and lived with Valentina. I think she saw him kinda as a son. He was tall and muscular. Most of the time he helped her with the heavy boxes from the warehouse or climbed up the ladders when something was needed from on top of the cupboards. Most of the time he looked a bit sad but still smiled friendly when he saw me in the store.

"Hey, what's this about? Who were you fighting with Valentina?" he looked worried at the woman in front of him, before giving her a kiss on the cheek to continue carrying boxes.

" your annoying friend was here again, asking for you"

"You mean Riff? I'm sorry he was here again. I told him you didn't want him here."

"If only he would listen. That boy is nothing but trouble."

Attentively I stood there and listened to the conversation. Riff? What kind of name was that? Somehow I had the feeling that I had heard this name before.

I looked at the clock above the door. It was already 10 minutes past the scheduled time. So I had only about 3 minutes to get back to the apartment in time. I had just spent too much time in front of the store. I paid and took the bag with my purchases from Valentina's hand. "Thank you very much. See you soon. I have to hurry or I'll be late. It gushed out of me before I heard the door close behind me. I ran to the next street corner and then started walking regularly. No one should notice that I had run all the way. That wouldn’t have been really ladylike. And Mrs Murphy would certainly ask me about it later or would gossip with the other neighbors. They definitely shouldn’t know I was that excited about a boy.

Fortunately John was in a good mood. He didn't say anything else about me being late, even though I got a slightly annoyed look when I stumbled through the door. But thanks to the good weather, he seemed to forgive me.

In my room I had the first chance to remember what I had experienced. And quickly I disappeared into a daydream about the mysterious man to whom I finally had a name. I thought about how it would be to run through his hair or touch his hand. He had had paint on his hand. Maybe he liked to paint too, I thought dreamily.

Wait. Paint. Painting…Painting ! "Crap" more swear words wanted to burst out of me but I thankfully remembered that my brother was sitting in the room next to me.

I couldn't see my drawing anywhere. I started to panic. Maybe I had lost it while running home. Or even worse, maybe I had left it with Valentina. I could not believe it. This could be horrible. If someone saw it… I wouldn’t know what to do.

I had to think of something as soon as possible, so that I could return to doc's store. And hopefully find my drawing before it might fall into someone’s hands.

[cynettic]

Hello, can I request a reaction with childe, albedo, xiao and diluc where their SO is pretty clumsy and one day, they (the characters) just snap and say mean things? Please end it with comfort or something nice, my heart isnt strong enough to handle full angst :')

Clumsy S/O x Genshin

Summary - As someone clumsy, the genshin boys often pay special attention to your little accidents and mishaps. One day they snap, comforting ending though ;-;

Pairings - ClumsyReader x Childe / Albedo / Xiao / Diluc

Warnings - A bit of possessive behaviour for Xiao- but otherwise, a tad bit of angst at the beginning of each one.

A/N - After I wrote Albedo’s hc I realized that seeing him angry… would be really hot. Might write up a degradation one after-

Childe

“Stop it! It’s not funny anymore!”

It wasn’t surprising that once again, you’d managed to trip on your own feet and now somehow the vase sitting on the stool next to the couch had fallen… and broke.

But it was the first time you’d heard those words come from him.

“What do you mean… stop?”

Childe had never said anything about your clumsy antics, always picking you up and laughing or teasing the situation off. On the occasion that you got hurt, he’d tend to your wounds and make you promise to be more careful. Of course there was always a next time, and next time, and text time…

Until Childe had enough.

“From falling- tripping over your feet and taking down everything with you! No one tumbles around this much… so either you’re just doing this for fun or- or…”

He began to realize after those words that he’d taken it too far. When glancing at your teary eyes and how your figure started to shake he knew he couldn’t take those words back.

He knew it wasn’t your fault, he knew you tried to be as careful as you could.

But it was so frustrating.

You were still laying on the ground from the fall, and he bent down to help you up. You didn’t look him in the eyes, and an empty feeling buried itself in his stomach when you stood up.

“I’m… sorry.”

It was you who spoke these words, shoulders still shaking. You knew it might’ve been frustrating or annoying for Childe.

The two of you are just standing there, Childe feeling ten times guiltier because you apologized, and you feeling terrible because you’d broken another vase and he’d yelled at you for it.

The two of you feel so bad about it- ;-;

It isn’t till Childe acts out and pulls you into a hug that you realize he felt bad for yelling at you. Sure he may have been frustrated, but it was only cause he was worried about your well being, he didnt want you getting hurt.

“Im sorry Y/n… I didn’t mean to act out like that. I know you're trying your best.”

Albedo

“What happened.”

It was supposed to come out as a question, his eyes trailing over the mess of his lab and the sorry pitiful state it was in.

It didn’t come out sounding like a question.

Seeing Albedo angry of all things was only a myth among the knights of Favonius, a joke to Klee, and a topic never brought up to the citizens of Monstadt.

Albedo? Mad?? Impossible.

Well, you were living proof that it indeed wasnt a myth to see the alchemist angry.

“I fell…” was all you said in response to his glare. “I wasn’t paying attention and I tripped against the table… I’m sorry…”

Of course you were sorry, just waiting for Albedo to get home and maybe scanning the lab and all his experiments while he was away. No bad intentions, but unfortunately your bad habit of tripping over your own feet summoned itself at the worst moments.

Usually, Albedo would catch you with utmost ease. A reflex he’d learned from Klee before she went sprinting out to cause more of a ruckus. If you were to get hurt, he’d usher or carry you back into his house before patching you up. It was always quick and painless, but he made you repeat why you’d fell and how to avoid it.

Albedo wouldn’t be comforting you now.

“You fell?” He simply asked, his tone menacing enough to know that it was something important in that jumble of experiments. “You seem to do that a lot nowadays don’t you?”

You’re at a loss for words, “I’ll help you clean it up… I didn’t mean to-”

Not wanting to mention how the glass shards had cut your hand, you stood up with wobbly knees to start picking up the pieces of glass. You were sure your boyfriend had put a lot of work towards this, and you felt terrible for having ruined it all.

Albedo isn’t a savage tho.

He notices the cut on your palm, and your shaky figure as you begin to clean up the mess you’d made. He knows that cleaning up the lab as soon as possible is important, but you’re still his top priority.

“Come here.”

When you don’t immediately go to him, he walks to you. Taking your wrists and getting a good view of the injury. He tugs you to the doorway to get you fixed up, and realizes that you’re shaking, a little bit too much…

“It… seems I was a bit too harsh earlier.” He fully faces you, expression softening. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean to, none of the items on the table were of any importance if it makes you feel better.”

Please let him wipe any stray tears if you do cry, he didn’t mean to sound so angry, and really doesn’t care too much about what was on that table. Poor man’s just had a tough day at work.

Xiao

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

Xiao is protective.

That fact is known, its accepted, you might even find it endearing.

But Xiao has lived a much longer life than you, he’s seen the people he loves crumple and drain away. Watched them fade from his life one at a time, so he’s dedicated to making sure you stick around.

He knows that eternity isn’t an option for you, so he makes sure that the time you both have together is s a f e . Which means yes, he will catch you every single time you fall. Especially if it’s off the Wangshu stairs that you somehow always trip on?

The poor boy worries excessively for you, so much that he will try to hurry up the process of clearing out the normal hilichurls or threats that lie around Liyue Port.

But on the very rare occasion that you somehow end up into trouble without him there…

You don’t yell “Xiao” like he told you to, you know he makes such an effort on making you safe, a bit too much… you don’t want to summon him to every trouble you have. You’re independent, one scrape isn’t going to kill you.

“I’m fine,” you simply say when he comes back to find your whole hand encompassed in bandages. “Just tripped.”

Xiao is not impressed.

He worries too much, far too much, and seeing you brush it off when he tries so hard to make sure you’re never in pain- he wishes you’d just sit still, wait for him and not trip on your own feet when doing such mundane things.

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

You’re obviously taken aback by the statement, “Xiao?” You offer him a comforting hug, trying to loosen his stiff muscles. “It’s impossible from protecting me from everything y’know… I appreciate your worry but I’m fine.”

But that’s a matter that is strained between the two of you, and will continue to be that way until either Xiao somehow lets go of his protective anxious faze, or you just accept it.

Either way, the boy will continue to catch you when you fall. Even if you broke apart from him, left him, you’d still occasionally feel the lightest touch when you trip over your feet and feel yourself steadied.

Diluc

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Just like Xiao, Diluc is fairly protective over you, especially if it concerns your health.

He’s often not quick enough to catch you, but instead picks you up in his arms and sits you on the table to make sure you’re not hurt.

You often get bruises, but nothing more serious. He makes sure to kiss them better- something you jokingly stated once, and he’s actually taken it seriously.

“Kissing it will make it feel better? You’re sure?”

Overall, Diluc was very understanding to your clumsy antics. Maybe even find it endearing on a hard day of work, either way, he’d never yell at you for it.

Until he had enough.

It’s exhausting, to hear something clatter and know that you’d probably tripped. Tripped and harmed yourself in one way or another, the options were infinite, and Diluc’s anxiety could heighten at the slightest crashing noise.

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Eventually it became too much and he asked you that exact question, hands tangling through his hair as he stared at you wide eyed, furious. There you were on the floor, just a single chair knocked down as you were beginning to shakily stand back up.

“No… of course not. I wouldn’t do these things for fun-“

It’s not like you enjoyed absentmindedly stumbling into objects, it just… happened. Diluc was usually so patient and understanding… so why?

“I know… it’s just...” he rubbed the temples on either side of his face with his thumbs, frown set in a line. “I keep worrying and worrying- every time I hear a noise like that…”

It doesn’t take long for him to sort this out through a conversation, and then settle that you need to be more mindful and careful, something you have to improve on. He will simply watch on the sidelines, catch you when he can, and coax you when you end up hurt.

[starmangarrett]

One final wish (Part 2)

Egon Spengler x Fem!reader

Read part 1 here

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Warnings: Swearing, Reader death,mentions of mental issues, and major major MAJOR angst 💅

Summary: After the fight in Summerville, you take the time to find out what Egon wanted you to find. It leads you to your old home, the ghostbusters firehouse.

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Once I felt Egon’s presence leave us all here, I looked at everyone around me

“Y/N..How did you even know who he was..“ Phoebe spoke, calmly walking up to me.

“We..We had something back in New York he..he told me about when your mother was born..” I shivered, although it felt more brutal than expected. It felt like all the bones in my body rattled violently.

“New York. Wait you were a..” Phoebe said to me, stopping dead in her tracks, she raised her eyebrows oh so similar to her grandfather’s

“I was. Only for a short time.” I looked down at Phoebe, she looked so confused and surprised.

“You..You’ve helped us throughout this whole thing and DIDNT tell us?!” Phoebe shouted, the confusion twisting into pure anger. As this happened I saw Ray glance over

“Phoebe- They have some painful-“ Ray tried to speak but was quickly cut off by trevor

“Why didn’t you tell us- y..you could’ve helped us figure this out I-“ Trevor seemed to panic, like I had told him a horrific lie. Like I killed his grandfather.

“I didn’t want to remember. I was the last person Egon talked to before he left-“ I continued to defend myself, although it didn’t seem like enough for the brother and sister.

“So you could’ve stopped him?” Callie finally spoke up, her arms crossed, she walked over to me, Phoebe and Trevor.

“I tried to. I tried to get him to stay.” I sighed “I tried my hardest. Trust me..I wouldn’t of be able to help you..” I sniffed, feeling the tears about to come to truth.

I hear someone walk over, just by the footsteps I can tell it was Peter. He hugged me tight. God it felt like a warm blanket. I needed this.

“I need to find out what Egon wants me to find. I feel like I know where it is..” I pull away from peter’s grasp “The firehouse.”

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Those doors. Those damn doors. I pull open the dusty firehouse doors. It was all torn out. Nothing was recognizable at all. You could see the drywall, the tarps thrown up on the walls in an attempt to hide it. It obviously didn’t work.

I walk toward the broken stairs, beat down, stairs that led up to the bedroom and lab. I first head toward the lab. It still wasn’t the same, Although not much has changed in this area, I miss the multiple sticky notes with words of stuff I never understood. The diagram he hand made of the proton packs was gone. I noticed all the packed boxes. This stuff must’ve recently been taken down, it had to have been..

I go toward one of the biggest boxes, rummaging through it. All I found were the old test tubes and a jar of a pink-ish clear ectoplasm. Strange.

I head over to the next box, it was smaller than the other. I open it, finding a note sitting on top of it..

“I know it’s someone I know who had found this note. This box. Not sure who will open it but I’m sure we were close. This box is full of everything you need to know, since I have left New York for Summerville Oklahoma. I hope that I’ve finished what I started. That I saved the people I could. And to hell with the others who thought I went absolutely insane. Y/N, I know you’re reading this, either you found it yourself or one of them had shown it to you. I’m sorry. I love you.”

Reading this put a sense of closure over my body. Like the long chapter of this finally ended right before my eyes. I move the note and look into the box, the first thing that was there was 4 Polaroids. The key moments. The ones I remember the most. There was one of us all. Peter was in the middle, Ray to his right and to his left, me and egon. I remember Winston took the picture, saying it should just be the originals.

The next one was of me and egon, it was obviously shot without our knowledge. It was the two of us in the lab, working on something. I don’t quite remember. But I could see the smile on our faces, we were so happy back then.

“Did you find it?” I hear someone talk over my shoulder, I look to my side, Winston was kneeling down beside me “you did.” He smiled, going to stand up.

“Y..Yea I did..” I moved my hand up to my face to wipe my tears, at least they’re happy tears for once. I go to stand up and something is holding me down, it felt like a hug.

I didn’t dare to open my eyes, it felt like this feeling would go away if I did. Although I reluctantly opened my damn eyes. Nothing, alone. I don’t know what I expected. I have no idea what I thought was going to happen. God.

“Y/N?” I hear someone say, I struggle to stand up, My memories race through my head, to fast for me to be able to give a single word to them.

New York. What happened in New York. I look to my side to see

Egon? What? What the hell. Why?

“You ready?” I hear him say, I raise an eyebrow at him, confused out of my mind, I need then look at my hand and I..

I can see through it

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“Y/N? Y/N?!” Winston shouts, he watched you fall to the ground. He gets to you as quick as he can although, it’s to late. When he kneels down to grab you, your breathing had stopped. You were gone.

“Shit-“ He said, struggling to get his phone out of his pocket, he was shaking heavily, he managed to dial someone’s number.

“Hey- Hey- Callie. Yes I know you’re working but I have bad news- Y/N died-“ He spoke, his voice was shaking, he couldn’t stop himself from sounding like he was panicking like a mad man. Soon after Callie has hung up on him.

“Y/N? Cmon you gotta wake up. You can’t be dead.” Winston held your limp body up to look at you, a look of content was on your face. Happiness almost.

“DAMMIT.” He shouted, going to get up but gently setting your corpse on the ground.

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Journal entry 30.

July 20th, 1985.

You see, I joined the team last year. That year was the best year of my life. I met the person I knew I loved. I joined the team. Although I believe my time here is done. Due to things that had came up with my past (my parents) that caused me to finally figure out what was..strange about me. Very strange. I’d rather this not effect the others, I don’t want them to worry about poor old Y/N.

It will hurt. Leaving. But I’m sure it’s the right choice, it’s what I need to do. Egon was the first I had told about this and he said he’d visit my home as soon as he could. He said he’ll visit on Wednesday during the week and possibly stay over during the weekend. He said he also had something to tell me.

I’m going to miss seeing the team everyday.

Signed, Y/N L/N

“That was the last journal entry of that year. She must’ve stopped after that.” Callie spoke, closing the small journal.

Her, Trevor and Phoebe we’re looking through Y/N’s left over things in the small apartment she had. Callie had read most of Y/N’s entry’s because they were in a box labeled “Read if dead”.

“Still surprised that she had a box labeled that way. She didn’t seem like the type.” Phoebe spoke, looking at the small trinkets that were around the apartment.

“She was dating your grandfather for a couple years. I’m not surprised he rubbed off on her.” Callie chuckled, dragging a small box to herself, she cut it open with a small box cutter.

“Hey! Mom, Phoebe, come look at this.” Trevor spoke, holding up a picture frame. The two walked to him and looked at the frame. It was a group photo of all of them. They finally got a look at what Y/N looked like at that time, considering egon didn’t have a single picture of anyone but the board of Callie photos in his home.

“Oh wow. Nice find.” Callie smiled and ruffled the hair on mop of a head that trevor had. Phoebe smiled and went back to the trinkets.

“I’m really gonna miss Y/N. Even though we didn’t know her for long..” Callie sighed “She was a major force in..in everything!”

“Yea. Although I think she had a calling.” Phoebe shrugged.

“Maybe..Alright I think we’re done for the day. We’ll come back tomorrow.” Callie spoke, grabbing her bag off the ground.

The two kids nodded, grabbing their things and heading toward the door, they opened the door and walked out. Knowing that the next day, they’d return. And yet they did, for a whole week and and a half. The funeral was held on October 31st, Halloween.

Ray, Peter and Winston spoke at your funeral. Everyone you knew attended it. They all felt the presence of you and egon there.

Fin

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A/N: Such a PLOT twist! Thank you for @loserrbitch for asking for a part 2! I loved writing this :) thanks for all the love on the first part! Love you guys!

[lukeevangelista]

“You always see the good in people. Even me” with ryder Donovan, thanks girlie! 🤍🤍🤍

the good in me - ryder donovan

it is a more blurb style. i love the donovan requests.

“you can’t do that!” you hissed at him, “you cant just act like everything is okay between us when you know it isn’t!”

“but nothing is wrong!”

“you fucking almost knocked the shit out of him ryder!”

“but i didn’t!”

“that’s not the point!”

“you didn’t hear the shit he was talking about you y/n!” he whispered, “you weren’t down there so you don’t get to say anything about this.”

“i don’t get- fuck you ryder.”

“see this is the problem! you always take up for people who don’t deserve it and you always see the good in people. even in me. especially when they don’t deserve it.” he whispered, “i didn’t mean it how it was said.” he stated as he neared you, his hands finding yours.

“you don’t get to say that to me and then apologize and think everything is going to be okay.” you said jerking your hands away from him, “that’s not how it works.”

he looked taken back as you rolled your eyes at him, watching the gears in his brain turn to find another excuse.

“you know what? you’re right. happy?” he asked, “i’m wrong. is that what you want to hear?”

“no! because you don’t believe it! you think your actions are justified and let me tell you donovan,” you said as you leaned closer, “but let me tell you, they’re not.”

he shook his head before walking towards your door.

“i’ll talk to you later.”

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later came, later went. you hadn’t heard from ryder in a couple of days since he stormed out of your dorm, clearly upset about everything that had happened.

he wasn’t the type to keep it going; he’d rather run at first, then talk about the problem when you both were cooled down.

it was game day and as long as you and ryder had been dating, you had never missed a game.

and you weren’t starting now. even if you were arguing with him, you'd still be there. you walked down the stairs, your donovan jersey gracing your shoulders as you stood near the glass; your usual spot.

the boys took warmups a few moments later, you seeing the sluggish look on ryder's face. he lifted his head, his eyebrows raising as his eyes met yours, all in the world feeling right in that moment.

like everything had disappeared.

he continued his game day ritual, him flipping a puck over the glass to you, you handing it to the little kid next to you, who had been begging for one since the players had hit the ice.

he stood near the glass, you standing near it, him turning around to face you, giving a small smile; which you reciprocated.

'good luck' you mouthed as he blew you a subtle kiss before getting shoved by owen, who pulled your boyfriend off the ice.

the game went by unhitched as they won 5-3 against michigan state.

you walked through the arena, a sigh leaving your lips as you headed towards the door before your last name echoed through the rink.

"y/l/n! baby, stop walking." you could hear ryder holler through the rink.

you whipped around seeing the handsome boy walking towards you, "i have nothing to say to you right now, ry."

"i have so much to say to you thought." he whispered as he stood close to you, "i have so much. i need you to know that you were right. and that's not me just saying it to resolve this. i truly mean it. you were right and i should have seen it from your point of view." he started, "i didnt realize it until owen talked to me, after i ranted to him. he calmed me down and made me realize that this isnt all about my feelings, but about you too and i'm so sorry for making you feel like it was just about me." he finished.

your eyes scanned his face as your eyes met his, seeing the hesitation in his as you grabbed his hands, "i forgive you." you started, "but you've got to realize, i dont just say that stuff to start arguments ryder. the last thing i want is to be arguing with you."

"i know," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "i'm so sorry."

"i know you are."