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dc418writes · 11 months

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✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: It’s always a time when uncle Ari comes around

⚠️: uncle!Ari (just as damaging as dad!Ari and regular Ari lol) mention of nightmares, pretty much all fluff💕

A/N🎤: Hey guys! Another Halloween themed fic but this time with a softer Ari😌. This will serve as atonement to myself (and others who might be affected) for daring to make my fave dark in my last post lol. Hope you guys like it!!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pics used as they were all found on Pinterest*

As expected, four year old Grace had been attached to Ari since the moment you both arrived to babysit for the night. You wouldn’t say you were upset seeing that he was her uncle and that they’ve talked nearly every day since she could babble, but there was still a little sting every time you were greeted with a quiet “hi” or short wave before she was gone and you long forgotten.

Like now as they dug through their shared pumpkin emptying it’s stringy contents while you were in charge of decorating the sugar cookies waiting on the cooling rack.

“S’cold!,” she squealed dumping out her handful of pumpkin guts.

“Be careful of the seeds, you swallow one and a huge pumpkin’s gonna grow in your belly,” Ari warned to which little Grace quickly shook her head.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!”

“No uncle Ari, we can eat. See?” Before either of you can say anything, she’s quick to set one on her tongue happily chewing until she can swallow it down rubbing her belly. “I’m fine.”

“I guess you showed me huh,” he chuckles tapping her nose and leaving some juice from his finger on her skin successfully turning it light orange. Grace is quick to retaliate though rubbing her hands on his cheeks to leave behind tiny pieces of string as she giggles - and you do too from the other side of the kitchen.

Honestly you couldn’t blame her for picking Ari over you as her favorite. You’d choose him too if you had to pick between the two of you.

“Alright, it’s pretty much cleaned out now. You want scary or funny?,” he asks watching as she adorably tapped her tiny finger to her temple in thought.

“Hmm…funny!”

“Got it,” he nods. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and help your aunt with cookies?”

“I got everything we could ever want Grace,” you smile reaching in your grocery bag full of decorating goodies. “There’s sprinkles - three different shapes I might add - glitter, edible stickers, and stencils to help us draw shapes!”

The way she gazed at the sprinkles with her mouth in a little “o”, you think you’ve got her. Finally able to bond with her over a shared love of cookies like you were in one of those Hallmark movies. Like a little happy family.

“Um..wanna stay with uncle Ari.”

Well, so much for that.

“Oh okay,” you answer successfully hiding your hurt behind your nonchalance. Ari still notices though giving you a sympathetic smile and mouthing, “sorry.”

You appreciated him trying, but maybe you were just meant to be the fun uncle’s wife that barely got a hello. And who tends to go overboard with cookie decorating supplies.

•

“Alright ladies are we ready?,” Ari asks sitting on the navy blue sectional between you and a bouncy Grace nodding yes. During your spaghetti dinner - made by Ari since apparently his was the best although he used your recipe - he suggested that you all watch a movie afterwards.

Specifically, Gremlins.

His thought process being what better way for everyone - more so you and Grace - to spend time together than to watch a movie? Especially a spooky one seeing that it was the night before Halloween. You, on the other hand, had a few concerns on his niece potentially being scared of the little troublesome creatures.

“She’ll be fine. It’s not that scary,” he assured kissing your cheek.

Freshly bathed and in her appropriately themed pumpkin pajamas, Grace couldn’t wait holding on tight to her Mickey Mouse blanket as she watched her uncle press play.

“Share with me!,” she smiles just as Ari spreads the bigger, cream blanket over both yours and his lap.

“I’m not gonna fit though bug.”

“Uh huh! Watch,” she states crawling into his lap and neatly spreading the grey blanket over her legs and his thighs. You - again - casted off to the side with your blanket as she tilts her head back to look up at him. “We fit!”

“Y-Yea, looks like we do.” He gives you another sympathetic smile draping his arm around your shoulders while you bundle deeper under the blanket.

“I’d rather be by myself anyway. Little does she know her uncle is a blanket hog,” you think trying to make yourself feel better.

•

Ari appeared to be right on Grace not being scared. She even fell asleep towards the end with her upper half on the cushion next to them and lower half still on his lap; mouth wide open pointed towards the ceiling. Ari was the one to tuck her in bed, while you cleaned up the blankets and plates of cookie crumbs left in the living room.

You were the last to enter the shared guest room to finally get ready for bed yourself. Your love struck husband taking turns gazing at you and the last period of some hockey game as you strode back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom. A small, dopey smile on his lips watching you wash your face and apply all your products.

“Share with me?,” he pouts with those puppy eyes making you giggle while sliding into the full sized bed.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I feel like Grace is gonna somehow come in saying how she wants you to sleep in her room instead because that’s where you’re supposed to be.”

Yes probably a little petty, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

His tattooed arms bring you closer into his body pecking the top of your head as you settle between his pecs. A low “aw” vibrating in his chest while his hands rub along your back.

“I know I probably sound jealous, but I’m not. I love how you have a great relationship with your niece! But it’s like she hates me and I have no idea what I did.”

He knew that had always been a bit of a fear for you. Kids hating you for whatever reason, thus meaning you shouldn’t have them although you did desire to be a mother one day. It’s why you were nervous meeting Grace all those years ago, afraid that the smallest mess up would ruin everything.

It didn’t help that the minute Ari passed her to you, she began whining and squirming. Your coos of comfort and gentle rocks didn’t seem to help, only making her more agitated not getting what she wanted. She didn’t stop until she was back in Ari’s strong arms and you kept your distance the rest of the visit cautious of a repeat interaction.

If only he could get you to ignore that fear and really see how everyone you met - adults and children alike - had no issues with you. Some even left enchanted by the charisma you thought you lacked.

“I promise, she doesn’t hate you gorgeous.”

“She said so?,” you quietly ask lifting your head with a hint of hope.

“Well…no. But she didn’t say the opposite either.” He tried to soothe your qualms, but it’s not helping the way he hoped watching your head fall back to his chest with a light huff. “Trust me sweetheart. I guess she’s just attached to me because-,”

“You’re amazing and clearly the favorite,” you mumble making him chuckle.

“I was gonna say because I talk to her more, but I’ll take the compliment.”

It’s not long after that you’re both falling asleep lulled by the shared warmth from holding each other. Ari’s soft snores vibrating the side of your face still lying on his chest.

You think you’re dreaming when a mix of a whine and cry hits your ears disrupting your rest and making you groggily sit up. Hearing feet shuffling outside your door though confirms those sounds are in fact real, giving you more motivation to investigate.

Your husband’s too far gone in his own dreamland to be affected by your moving; still lightly snoring with an arm over his forehead and the other out by his side.

Quietly opening the door, you wrap your arms around yourself in your thin pajama set feeling the chill of the night air seeping into your sister in law’s house before carefully padding out to the living room. There, you notice something on the couch moving under the blanket you folded earlier causing you to freeze in place. It was then you realized you probably should’ve woken Ari up so he could be the one playing detective or at least grabbed something you could use to defend yourself.

“H-Hello?,” you call out to the dim space only lit by a couple plug in nightlights in the walls.

“Hi,” Grace’s soft voice responds with a short sniffle.

You also realize how you’re sleepy brain might not be fully thinking straight unable to conclude earlier how it could just be your own niece sitting there on the couch.

Stepping closer, you sit on the cushion next to hers peeling back the cotton throw until you see her splotchy face and red eyes. Water attached to her curled lashes and some still threatening to spill over. “What’s wrong?”

“Bad dream…gwemlins,” she answers using the blanket to wipe her eyes. You immediately hug her close as you coo and assure her everything’s okay.

And surprisingly, she hugs you back.

Her tiny arms wrap tight around you - well, as far as they could with her adorably short reach - almost refusing to let you go.

“Yea, when they get angry they can be scary huh?”

She nods. “And have very very sharp teeth.”

“They do, but luckily they’re not real so there’s nothing-,”

A crash from the back room startles both of you making Grace scream, with the six year old nearly choking you now having her arms around your neck.

“It’s them!,” she cries hiding her face in your shoulder just as Ari limps into the living room holding his knee and appearing half asleep.

“Damn dresser,” he grumbles wiping his eyes that quickly fill with concern seeing both of you on the couch and his niece upset. “What’s wrong?”

“Grace had a nightmare about Gremlins,” you answer pointedly glaring at him as if saying, “I told you so!”

The slight wince on his face isn’t just from an uncomfortable knee as he walks forward to perch on the coffee table. “I’m sorry bug. I didn’t mean to show that to you to scare you.”

“Not nice uncle Ari,” she mumbles still attached to you.

“Forgive me?,” he pouts holding his arms out for a hug. “Peas?”

Wiping her eyes one last time, a small smile begins to spread on her lips as she moves from you to Ari. A fit of giggles rapidly escaping her mouth as his larger body practically swallows hers in a bear hug and he attacks her cheeks with kisses. A dramatic “mwah” sounding every time he made contact causing you to giggle as well.

And fantasize the undoubtedly joyful future you’d both have with your own children.

“Don’t do it again!,” she chastises when he stops. Wagging her finger inches from his nose making him chuckle. She was definitely her mother’s child.

“I promise I won’t.”

“Alright guys,” you sigh, “Since it’s gonna be a bit difficult to go back to sleep, I say we watch something happy.”

“Not Gwemlins!”

“No definitely not,” you chuckle. “I was thinking..Aladdin.”

“Yay! I love Aladdin!,” she claps in Ari’s arms as he picks her up so they both can sit on the couch. To both of your surprise, Grace crawls from her uncle’s lap and squeezes between you and Ari. “You like too?”

“Mhm, I even went as Princess Jasmine for Halloween when I was little.” You have to admit, seeing that gleam of admiration in her eyes as she gazed up at you made you silently thank Ari for showing her that movie. It was the reason behind this bonding moment that you didn’t think would happen.

As the movie played, you and Grace talked about the scenes and of course sung along to your heart’s content not caring if you were off key. All the while Ari watched you both with a soft smile on his pink lips loving how fast of friends you’d become.

And when you both fell asleep - you leaning on his shoulder and her across your lap - he couldn’t help but sneakily take a picture with his phone. Sending it to you with a message saying “looks like you’re amazing and a clear favorite too😉”.

#ari levinson #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson au #red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x woc!reader

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btsficsandsuch · 1 year

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For the Love of Tangerines

Ever since you were little you’ve had a deep love for tangerines. You liked to start every day with one. The vibrant citrusy taste just brightened your day. Unfortunately, you’ve always hated having to peel them. You hated how the juice would get into the broken skin of your fingers causing them to burn even though just for a few seconds or how your hands would always be sticky afterwards. Trivial to most, but to you it was enough to cause distaste for the act.

That’s why you got so lucky when you met your boyfriend Yoongi. The dark haired boy who not only shared your love of tangerines, but also preferred to show how much he loved you through acts of service. Every morning you’d wake up to two tangerines sitting on the kitchen table, already peeled. Even when he had to leave for tour you’d open the fridge and find a bag of already peeled tangerines, enough to last until he came back.

Today you woke up in a particularly good mood. You and Yoongi had your first day off together in a couple months. He had promised you a day full of cuddles and kisses and everything you’ve missed for the last couple months. You turned over and saw that the bed was already empty. You hoped he was just in another room but to be honest you couldn’t remember if he had even came home last time. You made your way to the kitchen seeing your two tangerines sitting on the table, peeled and ready to brighten your day. As you made your way over to them you saw a note laying next to the plate. You instantly felt a knot from in your stomach. There’s no way he’d do this to you. You read the note over and over,

“Y/N I didn’t want to wake you. I’m going to spend the day at the studio. I have a lot to catch up on. I probably won’t be home until late at night so don’t wait up. Make sure you eat something and stay hydrated. I’ll try to call when I can. Love always, Yoongi.”

You scoffed at his note. He pretends to care, but he couldn’t even spend the day with you like he promised. You decided to give him a call. There was no answer. The second time and no answer. You call a third time and on the fifth ring he did answer, “What do you want Y/N? I’m busy.” You’re taken back by his harsh tone and now you’re really wishing you hadn’t called him. “I just wanted to know if you’re really not coming home today. We had a whole day planned.”, you questioned.

There was silence and you could hear a clicking sound which you knew was Yoongi working on his computer. He sighed, “Well that’s why I left the note Y/N. The company really needs us to get these songs finished and the deadline has been moved up week.” You couldn’t tell if you wanted to be hurt or angry. “Well if you don’t need anything Y/N I have to go. I have other things to do. I’ll try to call later.”, he said with clear annoyance.

You no longer felt hurt and went straight to anger. How could he talk to you like this? It’s like he didn’t care at all that he was throwing away the one day you had planned together. “I do need something Yoongi. I need you to start acting like you actually care about me. I need you to stop pushing me aside every chance you get. I just need you to act like you love me.”, you shouted the words at him a little louder than you intended.

The clicking on the keyboard stopped and for a few seconds there was silence. You even checked to see if he had hung up on you, but you saw his name still sat on your screen.

He took a deep breath, “Seriously Y/N, I don’t show that I love you? Sure I’m busy and can’t alway be there but things come up. I wanted to be there today but they didn’t give me a choice. I try to be there for you as much as I can. I make sure we always have your favorite cookies in the kitchen. Every Thursday after you wash the bedding I make sure to spray some of my cologne on the bed because I know it comforts you. I try to call and text you as much as I possibly can, sometimes even skipping meals just so I can speak to you. For god’s sake last night I came home in the middle of the night just to peel your stupid tangerines so you could have them in the morning. But you’re right I don’t love you.”

You tried to think of something to say but before you could speak the line went dead. The call had ended. He hung up on you. All the anger you had disappeared. You were so stuck on the fact that he went into work that you never even thought about all the little things Yoongi always did for you. Sure you were devastated that you weren’t spending the day together, but you should’ve given him a chance to explain and maybe come up with a different plan like going to visit him at the studio. Not wanting to be tempted to bother him again you hid your phone away and began on some chores you had been putting off. Anything to keep your mind busy.

It was nighttime when you finally finished everything you had to get done. You decided to finally check your phone, hoping there was anything from Yoongi. Your heart broke when you switched on the phone. A few messages from some friends and a missed call from your mom. Nothing from Yoongi. You knew you must’ve hurt him really bad. He always managed to text you to let you know he was okay and thinking about you, even if it was just a simple heart emoji. You felt the tears burning at the corner of your eyes. How could you have told him he didn’t love you? He might not always say it or be able to show it in person, but there was so much that he did to show his love for you.

You took a shower and got ready to sleep. Once in the bed you were greeted by the familiar scent of Yoongi’s cologne, thinking of how he took the time to spray the expensive liquid on the bed just to know that you’ll feel better. It was a comfort now more than ever. You just feared that this would be the last time you got to have this feeling.

Just before you were about to call asleep you decided to reach out to Yoongi. You didn’t expect him to text you back or even care really, but you still wanted him to know how you felt. You began the text,

“Yoongi, I want to apologize. I never should’ve questioned your love for me even though I was hurt. I was really looking forward to finally getting to spend some time with you and when I found out you were going to be gone all day I was devastated. I really just miss getting to spend some time with you. I need a hug right now more than anything. I’m sure you’re really busy and probably don’t even want to talk to me right now. I just wanted to let you know that I was sorry and I hope that soon you’ll let me show you how much I love you.”

You thought for a moment before typing up a second message, “And thank you for everything that you do for me. I realized I’ve never properly said that. Especially peeling my tangerines. I understand if you don’t want to do that for me any more after today.”

After hitting send you tucked the phone away. You managed to a couple hours of sleep but woke up feeling drained. You immediately reached for your phone praying that there was something from Yoongi. You felt sick to your stomach. No texts, no missed calls. Nothing. He really must be done you thought.

You put on some clothes and made your way to the kitchen. Just before you walked through the door the reality hit you. This will be the first time in two years that you’ll have to peel your own tangerines. You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. How could something so dumb make you want to start crying your eyes out.

Taking a deep breath you walked into the kitchen and sitting on the kitchen table was a plate, with two peeled tangerines. Next to that plate was a note,

“Y/N, come by the studio at noon. We’ll order some lunch. Like you said you have some making up to do so I expect lot of hugs and kisses when you get here. I have a little little bit of making up to do too. Love Always, Yoongi.”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face if you tried. You grabbed the tangerines, popping a piece in your mouth before making your way upstairs to get ready. He was right. You did have a lot of making up to do and you couldn’t be happier about it.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts yoongi #bts suga #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi fanfic #Yoongi #suga #bts imagines #yoongi imagine

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lalovi · 6 months

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Yan! Prune Juice Cookie x GN Reader. HEAD CANNONS

Warnings: Manipulation, stalking, drugging. (He's a Yandere, so those types of things.)

When he first saw you, he didn't think much of you. He didn't think much of anybody, actually.

Prune was slightly arrogant and believed himself to be above others.

It was only after you started hanging around him more, and complimenting him did he really start to adore you.

Trust me, praise is the #1 way to his heart. That and little touches, like holding hands.

He would start to stalk learn more about you.

First it was basic things, like your schedule or the general things you like.

But it soon became more.. obsessive.

He learned not only your dorm number, but it's entier layout. What kinds of food you ate, when your roommates came back. Everything you liked and everything you disliked.

Even what kind of hygiene products you used.

Man was WHIPPED. Completely obsessed with you.

Of course, everyone was oblivious to the types of things Prune was up to. He's a very sneaky and calculating man.

Eventually, Prune would start putting certain potions into your drinks and foods.

They were nothing bad, just small doese of a potion that would make you think of him.

Completely harmless!

It worked, of course. You two met much more often.

You couldn't figure out why he was appearing in the back of your mind so much more..

He swore to himself that he wouldn't go past that.

He was wrong.

He got super jealous when you were still hanging out with other friends.

He considered just poisoning them, but he knew you'd just be upset.

And he couldn't kidnap you and give you a potion to make you love him, since he wanted something real.

That's when fake, and especially nasty rumors started to circulate about you.

Strangers started to avoid you, and all of your friends left you

Except for Prune Juice, of course.

He would stay with you, since he knew they were fake.

He was the one who started them, after all.

But you don't need to know that.

He was the only person who stayed with you, thus the only person who you could depend on.

That's all he wanted.

You two got really close, and started dating. He didn't even have to drug you more since you were enthralled by him and him alone!

I mean, he's the only person who still treats you like a normal human being.

Those rumors isolated you from basically everyone.

If, for some odd reason, someone else still tries to talk you, he'll take care of it.

Will gladly inform them about the rumors in private, and if that doesn't work, he'll drug your food so you're in a very snappy mood.

You end up yelling at the new person, and they start to avoid you.

You feel really bad about it, thinking it's all your fault.

You even end up getting letters sometime afterwards that says you deserve to be alone since you're bratty and rude.

Prune sent them, of course, but he keeps it on the down-low.

Will comfort you after saying that he'd never leave you.

Will kiss you to make you feel better and gives you the most innocent smile.

Even after pulling a stunt like that..

In conclusion, he's a pretty shit yandere who manipulates you into being with him. Makes you feel hopeless and alone and then will be there for you when everyone else leaves. He even drugs you into sending some people away yourself, which makes you feel really bad.

He's a horrible person, but he puts on a very convincing show that makes him seem like a perfect and innocent angel.

(Haha, idc though, he won't have to manipulate me, I'll still date him 😍)

#crk #Cookie Run Kingdom #Cookie Run #Cookie Run Kingdom x reader #Prune Juice #Prune Juice cookie #Yandere Prune Juice #Yandere Prune Juice x reader #prune juice hc #prune juice x reader #prune juice cookie x reader #prune juice crk #prune juice cookie crk

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tetsunabouquet · 9 months

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Hey there! Idk if you still do knb but if you do and and are fine with it, can you please write some Murasakibara nsfw headcanons? Much thanks!

A/N: Of course I still do KNB… Anyways, here you go!

(18+)

-Don't be surprised at this man's oral addiction. He loves the taste of your pussy's love juices. -Sometimes, he's not even in the mood to actually have sex and he'll just eat ou out as you climax over and over again. -Which is why his favorite girl is one who squirts, because of how much more fluid he can feed on. He gulps it down like its his favorite soda. -Honestly, you don't need to worry this guy is too selfish in bed, Murasakibara's quite the opposite. -Often he praises you for how amazing you taste, and what a delicacy your pussy is. -He's low-key a bit submissive too. -Murasakibara likes a woman who's confident and strong willed. He likes it when you take charge and prefers you on top. -He does adore the view and watching your breasts jiggle as you ride him, even though he doesn't really cares for breasts all that much. It often tempts him into sucking away at your breasts because of how it reminds him of shaking pudding. -Once you get pregnant and start producing milk however, his interest in them skyrockets. He loves drinking your milk. -You have to smack him across the head when he starts pondering on wether he should use your breast milk instead of regular milk as an ingredient in pancakes. -He somewhat develops a minor breeding kink afterwards, just to keep the milk going. -Do not underestimate this man's gluttony. -Which is why he actually has a lot of food themed nicknames for you. Like Sugar, Candy or Cookie. -And also why, if he were to put on a playlist during sex, it would be one filled with songs using food metaphors like, Candy Shop by 50 Cent. -Birthday sex with Murasakibara can only mean one thing: Whip cream, lots and lots of it. -He also gets turnt on easily if you eat certain foods, like licking ice cream or hearing you moan when you eat your favorite for dinner. It's his kryptonite, I swear. -Murasakibara loves to snuggle and cuddle after sex. -He adores holding you as if you are his stuffed animal. -Murasakibara will bury his face in your hair, he loves the feel of it and the scent of you and your sweet shampoo. -It's not unusual for him to fall asleep still holding you like that. You honestly think it's kind of precious. -He drools a little in his sleep so he does get your hair wet too. -Even this man's dirty dreams consist out of you being covered in melted chocolate. There's no end to his hunger.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #murasakibara #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #whip cream #melted chocolate

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lorablackmane · 10 months

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ISAT Act 5 Missable Interactions

I missed a shitton my 1st playthrough bc I was on that Siffrin mindset during act 5's loop and I realized afterwards I had a save in the meadow b4 everything. So I decided to compile stuff I found I missed 4 others who might've missed things too! Please keep in mind that below will be spoilers for this act and the next, and that there are some concerning things about Siffrin found here that I've labeled this post with a few trigger warnings. Check them before reading to decide if you want to read!

Updated!!!!!!!

Please note the section on the favor tree has new info!! If you don't want to know how a secret boss fight goes please skip the 2nd to last dot.

• Literally every kid in town is terrified by Siffrin now, ignoring him or telling them to go away. You'll walk away from the shopkeeper if you try to talk to him, causing Odile to look at Siffrin with concern. He eats the pain du chocolat in one bite, concerning the pastry maker.

• Says stepping on the banana peel isn't in the stage instructions if u try to use it now.

• Everything that had a smell in earlier chapters now smells like sugar.

• If you interact with the cookies on floor one Siffrin will try to eat one. It's as hard as a rock.

• Interacting with the landscape drawings in the broken egg key room makes them hysterically ask if they'll ever see anything outside this loop ever again.

• A new group of drawings are also here of Siffrin with his face completely blotted out like the friendship drawing.

• The dictionary makes him scream that he isn't taciturn anymore, is he?!

• Interacting with the "grape juice for adults" makes them say they hate alcohol (jlmfr) b4 taking a swig.. only to discover its actually just juice. They remark hysterically they can't even get drunk in peace here!

• Mira's dying plant reminds them of someone, and they remark how there's four happy, never changing plants all together on the other desk before hysterically laughing. Rubs their arms when passing the desks to try to simulate the human contact they'd get in earlier loops from their family.

• Says they'll make all the wishes come true if you Interact with the Head Housemaiden's wish survey.

• Rips the info on the King, if interacted with again they attempt their breathing exercises to no avail then suddenly smell sugar again.

• Looking at the drawings in this office will make Siffrin start thinking about defacing them, but remarks he doesn't have a pencil as he hysterically thinks scribble, scribble, scribble.

• Mocks themself for thinking odile is there if u interact with the checked out book list in the library.

• Gets upset if Interacting with the diary area bc they still can't say the name of their home country. Calls himself a stupid blinding idiot.

• Gets upset at the theater scroll section, stating why read one when you're in one. Tells themself to stop going off script and go if interacted with again.

• Wonders if they'll ever carve again when Interacting with the carving wood. States they'd like to carve the King if so so they can snap him in half if interacted with again.

• Interacting with the cupboard with eyepatch makes them say they're cold, their stomach hurts, they can't stop shaking and a headache is forming from thinking about their mistakes. Then they take the painkillers, one over the recommended dosage for their size.

• Interacting with food shelves makes them ask why their stomach hurts so much and they're so hungry like they haven't eaten in years.

• The croissant cookbook makes them grip their coin.

• The anthology of horror stories makes them repeat the scene with their family, before they mock themself again for knowing it by heart since they have always wanted to never forget

• Breaks one of the statues on the change God shelf in the pottery room.

• Refuses to take the gizmo, stating a fair fight or none at all.

• The clothing closet where Isabeau talks about your cloak makes him repeat the scene though says he's had this cloak forever in shaking text. When Isabeau goes to check the cloak Siffrin says that he doesn't touch them because they're disgusting. They say they're so cold. This time they realize they're hallucinating the others being there when they are going to do the final reply.

• They tell themselves to stop monologuing if they try to go towards the bathrooms.

• You can see the House inhabitants if you leave the final room!! And go back to Dormont to see the party they were getting ready for. The others will join Siffrin out of corcern for his mental state instead of stopping him which is nice. There's a bunch of interactions here I won't note but they're delights.

• Loop is gone, but Siffrin will leave their silver coin where they sat in a custom from his homeland.

Edit: thanks to @cleverretortnotfound for the hint that this changes! Instead of nothing there u find a silver coin. If interacted with he'll remark its the exact same as his own and call out to Loop, then ask if they should call them by their previous name... and Loop reappears. Silently they let Siffrin look them over, and though they don't have any features that mirror Siffrin's own... he knows. Theyre the same person. He takes their own coin out, flipping it before sending it to Loop who catches it without thinking. They look at it for a moment, before saying, "Oh stardust... so, you've won, haven't you? You broke the loops? Defeated the King? Talked to your party? Realized that all along, the reason you were stuck here was because of a stupid blinding wish you made? Awww. I'm soooo happy for you. You got your perfect ending, after all. And now... I have nothing left to say to you. So you should go."

Siffrin doesn't reply, causing Loop to ask why they're there still. What does he want them to say? WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY? HE'S WON!

Once again, Siffrin doesn't reply. Loop laughs, before saying "oh, Stardust! You know, you know I was just like you once! A stupid, aimless traveler, trying to find any reason to keep going! And then, I met everyone! And I felt that finally, I had people i could count on, people I could love! And then, I got scared! And made the exact same mistake you did! Make a stupid blinding wish, hoping I could stay with them! Went through the House, tried to fight the King, tried to win! Did that for so long, I couldn't even give you a number! And then... I couldn't do it anymore. ...You see, not unlike you a few hours ago, I did a very special kind of giving up. But unlike you, who gave up on your wish, and almost destroyed the world in the process... I gave up on my wish, and destroyed myself.

And made another wish instead. I wished it could be over. I wished I could get out of here. I wished for someone to help me. For someone... Anyone, to help me!!! And someone did help me, right? The Universe did! They got me out of here! And trapped me in some other Siffrin's loops instead!!! And it was fine. It was different. It was even peaceful, for a while. I didn't have to stay inside the House, trying to defeat the King. I didn't have to fight, I didn't have struggle, I didn't have to do anything.

(Note: during the last paragraph, during the I wished section up until the scream for anyone to help,, we see stills from the intro animation where Siffrin eats the star. Theres a new still though, a close up of Siffrin crying out before he ate it.)

I just had to watch, and be happy that at least, I wasn't the only idiot out there who trapped themselves eternally in time. I just had to be happy that at least, this time, it wasn't me. And now. And now. AND NOW YOU-!!!

So! Since you won't leave, here's what I'm thinking... let's fight, you and I! Let's have a cute, minuscule, old-fashioned little fight like a bonded couple. Okay~?"

Once again, Siffrin doesn't reply and Loop laughs, "nothing to say, still? Haha... HAHAHAHA!! STARS, killing you would make me SO HAPPY. (note: during this sentence temporarily Loop turns into Siffrin and looks rather... concerning) Are you ready?"

Siffrin tries to speak up, but Loop says they don't get a choice.

The battle commences, with Loop saying let's just get to it. Loop strikes with stars but isn't very strong, they loop back the 1st time you win, the 2nd, the 3rd, and on the fourth the photo changes (will add link to another post with pics later).

At the end of the battle Loop looks away before saying, "you... Siffrin, Stardust, whatever our real name actually is... just kill me."

Siffrin is shocked and asks why. "Why," they say, "Are you stupid? Isn't it obvious?! I wanted to kill you!! So I could take your place!! I wanted what you have!!! Stars, I still do! You... you don't.. you don't want another you walking around. You should just kill me and get on with your stupid life!!"

This makes Siffrin laugh and reply their self-hatred isn't strong enough that'd they'd kill another version of themselves. Loops laughs at that and says he's got weird priorities... then say but what if they're asking him? What if Loop wants this? What if dying is the ending they want?! Siffrin doesn't reply and Loop starts to beg, "Stardust, please, please just kill me!!! I don't want to be here! What else is there for me now?! You've won, so I should be gone!! I can't go back to how it was before, because that past is gone! I can't go back to my friends, because they wouldn't recognize me!! There's nothing else for me to do, no script to follow, no Universe to lead me, I-"

They can't continue, sobbing. "Why.. why did it have to be you...? I could've... I wanted to... if only back then, I... if I had held on longer... maybe then..."

Oh Loop, Siffrin thinks. But don't you get it, he says. Loop asks what is there to get. The reason he succeeded, he replies, but Loop still doesn't understand. They take Loop's face into their hands as they say Loop was the reason they succeeded! Without them, he would've given up too. Because they were by Siffrin's side they continued going. Yes they didn't tell him everything, yeah they didn't know what to do... but knowing they were here and he wasn't alone...

They tearfully reply he's lying, but he says he's not. They shout again Siffrin is lying, but they reply again they're not! They try to scream it again, but siffrin stops them by saying, "Loop. Mira sends her thanks, by the way. They all do." Confused Loop repeats the word thanks, adding "...to me...?"

Siffrin laughs, and reminds them they helped the others get to the King. That they sent their thanks for leading them to Siffrin. For helping them save him. Loop can't reply, and Siffrin says, "See?"

"Stardust... why couldn't it have been me...?" Loop asks, to which Siffrin replies they don't know. Maybe it was the script, maybe it was the Universe, or maybe... maybe it's no one's fault. Loop is silent once more and he replies, "I'm sorry, Siffrin."

Finally using Loops real name. Then adds, "And thank you, Loop. Without you, I would've given up a long time ago. Thank you for helping me, this whole time."

Loop doesn't respond and Siffrin goes, "Loop, we can-"

Loop cuts them off, "Siffrin." He flinches as they continue, "Please, you're going to have to talk to them, from now on. No more keeping how you feel from them. We both know where this leads. And if one day, no matter what you do, everyone's paths and yours diverge... you'll have to learn to be okay with it. We cant... we can't do this again. Hold them hostage, against their knowledge, against their will, just because we're lonely. Learning to talk to them... learning to let go... it'll be hard. It'll feel impossible. You might think you'd rather die than share how you feel. After all, isn't bottling things up the reason you managed to break the loops? You didn't have to tell them anything until the very end, and it turned out fine didn't it?"

Siffrin is silent, then attempts to say but, but if I talked to them earlier, then maybe - then gets cut off by loop, "Yeah, dummy. If only you had been strong enough to talk to them, maybe this whole story wouldn't have happened at all. If only... oh well. It doesn't matter now."

Loop starts to disappear. Siffrin asks where they'll go now? Loop sadly replies, "Oh, stardust... I don't know! I'll join you so we can become one? I'll Die? I'll stay under this tree forever? Does it matter?"

You can choose between it does and I guess it doesn't. I won't update this with the other, I'm sorry but this is taking a toll on me, so I'll atleast tell you what "It does!" Leads to.

They laugh, then say Siffrin's sweet. "Aww, don't worry, Stardust. Somehow... I'm sure I'll see you again. You... and everyone else. Mirabelle, Isabeau, Odile, and Bonnie. I need to accept their thanks in person, don't I? That's just basic etiquette. And I'll need to give you back your silver coin eventually!"

Siffein agrees, and Loop continues, "...hmm. I'll see you all again soon enough, Stardust. I promise! I super promise! I super duper promise! So don't forget me, okay?"

The screen fades, leading us back to the gang. They welcome Siffrin back and ask if everything's okay. He says he thanked Loop, to which they're relieved. Odile says she was hoping they'd bring em back so she could thank them in person, and the others agree though Isa says they looked shy so maybe they were too embarrassed. Which is too bad because he had so many questions, and so he hopes they see them again soon. Bonnie says they wanted to know how Loop glows and how it felt, to which Mira chides them saying you can't ask someone how they glow. Bonnie is flabbergasted, making the others laugh.

Odile adds she hopes Siffrin told them they can see the gang anytime. Sadly Siffrin smiles before saying he did, and how they too hope Loop says hi again soon. The others note Siffrin looks sad while saying this to which he replies he was thinking of Loop. The others tell them they'll have to tell the gang more about them then soon. Like how they met and why they're a star. Also how they knew about the loops. They then go back to the final room.

• The best artist ever has something new in the epilogue.

Souvenirs

Silver coin

B4: grips it in his pocket.

Epilogue: remarks that it's been with them through it all and feels like it could've been used for something. Backstory no longer unlockable, but can be used at the Favor tree.

Drawn card

B4 epilogue: says it's a traveler walking to their death with open eyes, rips it apart.

The end: looks at the card and just says "it's you!"

Epilogue: says it's a traveler starting a new journey, the card is labeled the fool.

Bright flower

B4 epilogue: tears off all the petals then discards it

The end: says it's still here.

Epilogue: you still have the flower, he says before deciding that it's theirs now!

Friendship doodle

B4: Siffrin's face is blotted out, no reaction to viewing this..

Epilogue: their face is no longer missing. Unknown whether this was a hallucination on their end or not.

Clay

B4: presses it between their hands to try and help them with their breathing exercises.

The end: squish, squish they say.

Epilogue: Clay they say, before making a star.

Piece of glass

B4: uses it to self harm by piercing it through a bit of the back of their arm multiple times. Says stars afterwards, can't tell if being sarcastic and calling the dots they made that or screaming the word like a curse as usual. (Updated: if used a second time Siffrin says they're making more tiny stars. Concerning)

The end: they say hide it, hide it don't make the others worried.

Epilogue: they become scared and startled, saying they need to be careful. Then they toss it before they can hurt themself.

Broken doll

B4: fixes the clothing on it, if u click on the cupboard it's from again tells it it'll see the end if it's the last thing it does.

The end: turns the doll so it can see everything.

Epilogue: they hold it close as they look at the sky, saying they both made it.

Crumpled poem

B4: genuinely could not read this the first seven times but using the capture reveals after reading it Siffrin repeatedly says they want to go home.

Epilogue: they read it, then say they'll never go home again, but maybe they can make a new one. They can't wait to see if they can.

Mirror picture

B4: no reaction. Says its of them and the actors despite no one being there.

Epilogue: they grip it tightly before tossing it, saying it's in the past now. That they're fine, they're fine! And if not they will be soon.

Long thingy-thing

B4: tosses it, saying it's not needed anymore.

Epilogue: they say it's their long thingy now.

#in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat #lbanalysis #Tw self harm #tw self destructive behavior

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reader6898 · 10 months

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Prepared

Pairing: Hunter x female reader

Summary: Hunter takes care of his lover before a health scare hits

Warning: talk of low blood sugar, fluff. That's pretty much it

A/n: Reader and Hunter were just friends in the beginning. Now they are in an established relationship for the rest of this

Hunter could sense and see the early warning signs before your monitor could go off. Your heart rate dropped a little, you were looking a little pale, and he could tell a headache was coming on. Your blood sugar was getting low and if you didn't eat or drink something soon you would surely pass out. The first time it had happened it took Hunter completely off guard. Hunter thought that you had been hurt during the mission and didn't tell him so he had brought you to Tech. After checking you over while Hunter impatiently waited Tech came to the conclusion that you were just fine and that you needed something to eat and drink. Hunter didn't believe him of course. He was about to make Tech perform every single test he could think of on you when you woke up. Hunter went into a frenzy and asked if you were okay. “I'm fine, Hunter.” “So, you're not hurt?” “No. I just passed out from low blood sugar.” “What does that mean?” “Y/n suffers from Hypoglycemia, also known as low blood sugar. Her symptoms include heart palpitations, confusion, shakiness, and anxiety. Another symptom of hers is fainting.” Hunter turns to you. “What Tech means is that from time to time I just need to eat and drink something to keep my sugar levels normal.” Hunter nodded. “So, it doesn't happen all the time?” “Nope.” You took the cookies and juice that Tech kept stocked for you. You were completely fine after that. Hunter bombarded you and Tech with all the questions he had after he was satisfied that you weren't hurt and you happily answered them. Afterwards, Hunter had a clearer picture of your diagnosis. Since that day Hunter always made sure that he had something on hand for you. He also had Tech make you a monitor that you could wear that would let you know when your sugar levels were low. Over time Hunter trained himself to spot the warning signs so today when your monitor wasn't going off like it usually would Hunter looked you over from where you were standing. You were definitely showing a few so he went over to you. “Cyare, you need to eat and drink something.” You looked up. “I do?” Hunter shook his head. “Yes. Here. Take this.” Hunter dug around in his belt pocket and handed you a few cookies that he kept on him for you. “Thank you.” Hunter watched and made sure you ate them before handing you a juice that Echo passed over to him . “Your monitor didn't go off.” You look down as you take a sip. “Must be broken.” You shrug as you look up at him. “Why need a monitor when I have you though?” Hunter chuckled as he bent down to kiss you on the head. “Be a good girl and finish your juice.” You saluted him as you took another sip. “ Sir, yes, sir.” Hunter laughs as he pulls you close and gives you one more kiss before the two of you walk to head off on the next mission.

Tagging: @deejadabbles @anxiouspineapple99 @starrylothcat @sev-on-kamino @moonlightwarriorqueen @523rdrebel @dystopicjumpsuit @wings-and-beskar @wizardofrozz @eternal-transcience @nahoney22 @multi-fan-dom-madness

#star wars #hunter x reader #female reader #hunter bad batch

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darkbluekies · 4 months

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get to know me 2

This was supposed to come up on my birthday but I forgot

I LOVE history. My favorite things to read about are:

― ocean liners (such as titanic/lusitania/andrea doria etc) collect everything I can get my hands on.

― crimes (jack the ripper, bonnie and clyde etc)

― royalty (the romanovs, henry the eight and his wives, current english royal family etc)

― WW2 (my friend loves to read about WW1 and I love to read about WW2, soulmates I think)

― dolls. Bisque, celluloid, wood, paper marche (?). Love it. I collect them too♡

― architechture and fashion. things were just prettier back then

I love to make things from scratch

— ice cream, raw juice, lemonade, strawberry milk, cookies, cakes, pies, bread, butter, you name it. I love being in the kitchen, even if it looks like a mess afterwards and the fire alarm goes off.

Running and walking are my passion, I can't function without it<33 I often walk 2h+ <33

My favorite musicians (aka the ones i love to listen to the most):

— Natewantstobattle (since 2017)

— tripleS (since 2022, since S9) aka my absolute favorite group in kpop. The Boyz (since 2018) are my favorite boy group and used to be my absolute favorite but I dont listen to their music that often, I've sadly grown apart from it

— Dion (DiMucci) (started listening a little 2020 and onwards and have been exploring him majorily 2024)

I love plants!!!!

— I either have real ones or crochet them!

I have crocheted hanging plants, daisy's, lavender and something more I don't remember. I own a strawberry plant, a smultron plant, a palm looking thing and a dried rose. Roses are my favorite flower♡♡

I come from a very talented and creative family

— my father is a punk rock drummer, my mother a painter, my great grandfather a painter, my grandfather a poet/writer/author, my little cousins singers etc♡

#bluetalk<3

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piece-of-hweat · 11 months

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Little Nightmares Headcanons!!

(May change over time n stuff)

listed from youngest to eldest

RUNAWAY 9y/o

No clue, he/him

Really good at swimming (main reason why I draw him as a fish-person)

Loud, confident idiot (stares at Tommy-Innit)

Hates broccoli.

Lactose intolerant

Hates being wrong/failing

Very much a "act-before-think person"

Break dances epically

Competitive. Very competitive. (especially with Six)

Hates Six's guts

Has a collection of ships in bottles

Either Runaway or Mono are trans... I just want like... supportive brother arc please--

Plays with sticks

Knows one word in French. And it's piscine. He was the one who told Mono about the piscine joke.

Athletic

SIX - 9y/o

Aro/ace, she/it

loves ducks

Will bite (you and your belongings)

Won't scratch (she bites her nails)

Knows how to swim on the surface

Pupils are slightly slitted

Sharp canines

Growls and hisses when she’s really mad, or extremely not in the mood for anything

Had a duck and mouse plush at some point

Will tear Runaway into pieces if she could

There was a head-canon idea where Six has some form of DID, OSDD, UDD, etc. I don't really use this headcanon a lot because I myself don't have DID, so :/

Dark humor

NOONE - 10y/o

She/her

Animal lover <3

Clutches/fiddles with the ends of her clothing when nervous

Looks confused/concerned and scared 24/7

Likes drawing (probably has some animal doodles in her school books)

Listens to Mono's late night singing.

Allergic to nuts (once, at school, a group of students with pbj sandwiches "offered" Noone the sandwiches despite her declining. She was sent to the ER shortly after and was excused from school for the rest of the day and the day afterwards.)

Probably will get along with Six

Ticklish

Reads a lot

Laughs at Six's jokes.

Around the same height as Mono (taller than Raincoat)

Smartest (academically) in the group

LOW - 10-11 y/o

Bird nerd

Always liked reading comic books (especially the super-hero ones)

Percussion my beloved <3

Listens to your problems and gives you decent advice

Took up archery in school

Makes friendship bracelets

*insert epic secret handshake*

Ticklish

Probably makes music with Mono and Raincoat

Apple Juice lover

Plays with sticks

Very strategic

Probably plays chess or smth

Gamer /pos

Athletic

ALONE - 10-11 y/o

She/he

Listens to your problems and gives you… advice. Not good, not bad. Just advice.

Engineering <3 (probably would be really into those lego-machines)

Hits harder than a truck. Be careful, you might've shatter a bone.

Probably was a batter in baseball

Probably will win in a arm-wrestle against Mono.

Hits you lightly when laughing

Allergic to nuts

Apple juice lover

Doesn't talk much

G R E E N

Knows how to handle and discharge a gun properly. Do not ask her how or why she knows this. He simply does.

Person with the most amount of obscure knowledge (more people drown in freshwater than they do in saltwater. fear that creek in the forest behind your house. fear it. It will take your life one day)

Fascinated by wires and Mono's powers

Probably needs glasses

Reads a lot

MONO - 10-11y/o

Bi, He/him

Is British

Plays the violin (but it’s more like a guitar bc it’s big for him and he lost the bow)

Despite being taller than average, he walks around on his tippy toes

Barely knows how to swim (just fails around and barely stay afloat)

Dino-arms

Knows very limited amounts of Japanese and German (knows a couple of words in French, but only really remembers bonjour and piscine)

Punches hit like a truck, but it hurts Mono's hand a lot

Asthma

Very ticklish

stands awkwardly in the corner

Probably makes music with Raincoat and Low

Plays with sticks (uses them to direct magic)

Broken humor

Has negative associations with trains (doesn't like them)

RAINCOAT - 11-12 y/o

No Clue, She/her

Is Sisi

LOVES horses

Wanted to be an actress because MAKE UP, COSTUMES!! ACTING!! SINGING!! AAAAA!!

Good at cooking and baking (stares at my Bakes-Cookies-for-Otto headcanon)

Has some experience with piano and choir, but nothing else really

Bestest big sister ever

Will totally paint your nails while you ramble about something

Really likes playing with hair (another career dream she had was a hair stylist)

Will tease you (/lh)

Really pretty voice <3

Typically the one breaking conflict up

Probably makes music with Mono and Low

Reads bedtime stories to others

Around the same height as Mono (shorter than Noone)

Also, secret funky art post on youtube

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares 3 #tson #ln rcg #ln rk #ln six #ln low #ln alone #ln mono #tson noone #little nightmares mono #little nightmares headcanons #little nightmares six #little nightmares alone #little nightmares low #little nightmares raincoat girl #little nightmares runaway #hweat rambles

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dragonsofunity · 11 months

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Lets say the dragons are having a particularly bad day and are down in the dumps... What do they do to cheer up? Do they play around, write stuff down, smash some clay stuff? I must know - 🦎 anon

Pitaya dragon cookie.

. This dragon has a raging temper, they get mad very easily and snap into fiery blaze when the right buttons are pushed. They usually go on a destroying things spree to calm down but there are a few other things that can calm them. Offering to spar with Pitaya will help give them an outlet to let their rage out, but also giving them offerings of things they like such as berry juice will help calm that temper.

Ananas dragon cookie.

. When Ananas flies off the handle they usually throw a tantrum of sorts, stomp around, roar, or act on what’s caused that anger. When it comes to calming themselves down, they either treat themselves to a bath and the finest of fruits to snack on or they take a long flight around the island to ease themselves back into a calmer mood. Offerings of gold also work.

Lotus dragon cookie.

. Lotus is near always calm, it’s very rare for them to be angry or upset but when they are they have a few simple solutions. First, they get rid of the source of their negative emotions, second, they’ll spend some time in their chamber’s pond with tea and play music on their beloved mandolin.

Lychee dragon cookie.

. This kid throws a huge tantrum when they’re upset, they can’t stand things not going their way, so they just need to vent their emotions in order to get it all out. Secretly, they like turning into Mangosteen so they can go play in the village with Rambutan cookie, that also calms them down.

Longan dragon cookie.

. Similar to Lotus they don’t get angry, upset, down, or even emote easily, calm and collected. When they do get angry, they barely even show it. First things first they get rid of the source of the anger, afterwards they take some time to themselves to calm down and even their mood. They do greatly enjoy spending time in the palace garden.

#cr #crob #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #longan dragon cookie #lychee dragon cookie #lotus dragon cookie #ananas dragon cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #headcanons #mod longan #lizard anon #Sorry for any mistakes #being sick makes focusing tough

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lynxgriffin · 1 year

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I don’t know if monsters can bleed or not, but Susie would definitely donate blood if it meant she gets to eat cookies and drink fruit juice that they hand out afterwards.

Honestly if Susie could donate blood, she'd probably do it just because then she'd get to see a lot of blood and that'd be badass. The snacks are a good bonus, too!

#ask lynx stuff #regardless of whether or not monsters in DR have blood #Susie definitely seems to think that blood is cool

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irudowb · 11 months

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Phantom pt. 2

an: i made a part 2 because i felt like it

warnings: 18+ smut, sex, sex with feelings, confessions (sort of), kissing, swearing, fluff, no use of Y/N, fem!reader, like two other characters are in here.

lowercase intended

fic is below cut

he couldn't take it. how on earth is he supposed to see you after what he did last night. he could barely sleep a wink. the thought of seeing you after what he did last night grew far too embarrassing. more embarrassing to the fact that while he showered afterwards, he let himself indulge further.

he glares at his work outfit on his floor. he could just… put it on, go to work and pretend you're not there. no, ignoring you won't do any good, you'd dig into his very soul to figure what's wrong and why he's acting weird. just the thought of you looking his way has him shivering. yeah, absolutely not. this is not happening. he'll just call in. yeah…

crawling across the tatami mats he grabs his cell and calls kunikida, but as he hears the ringing, he freezes. what is he supposed to do. it's kunikida. he's not going to give atsushi the day off just because he so asks. he rushes to the bathroom right as kunikida greets him. he shoves his fingers down his throat, naturally, his body rejects them. he returns the greeting with insistent gags and heaves. what… the fuck is he doing?

"…atsushi?"

the line is silent for a few moments before atsushi croaks, "hey, kunikida!" he sniffles then coughs which turns into another gag. he can hear kunikida physically cringe.

"…yeah, absolutely not, don't come in."

"are you-?"

"there's no way i'm letting you come in with that. just… get better by monday." kunikida promptly hangs up.

atsushi is left with the dial tone ringing in his ear for a second before a wide smile etched across his lips. this is the first time he's pulled this stunt, and truth be told; he's proud. he's definitely not the type of person to skip work. besides kunikida, he likes to think he as perfect attendance, however, there can be… exceptions.

he wipes his face while mentally patting himself on the back, somebody get him an oscar.

now, he thinks, he just has to get himself back in proper shape before monday. it was friday, so he just had to avoid you all weekend. easy. he'd stay in, get into a new show, entertain himself to, completely and wholly, forget about what transpired. who was he even thinking about, he chuckles to himself.

his plan worked. until sunday rolls around.

being holed up inside all weekend was actually a lot worse than he thought. so, sunday morning he decided to go on a run, the fresh air would be nice, and moving his limps for more than five steps to the kitchen and back to his futon would be best.

on his way back, kyoka asks him for 'those cookies with the jelly filling' - she didn't know the name. atsushi laughs at the message before responding with a thumbs up. the market was on the way back anyway, he didn't think it would be much of a hassle.

but he also didn't think you'd be here. still in your pyjamas.

granted, it was early in the morning, there were five people in the market at most.

here you both were, face to face, in the juice isle.

he was not ready to see you, not yet! those beautiful eyes he so dreaded seeing, boring into him. you're talking to him but he can't understand a word you're saying. his mind so suddenly broke down the cage he built up, memories within.

it's only been three days and it feels like it's been months. yeah, he definitely wasn't ready, maybe he should take monday off too, maybe even quit, move to a different province, continent even.

wait, why are you looking at him like that?

"atsushi?" oh, that voice. he feels sick, dizzy with want.

"hi." he lets out, a little breathless; dazed.

"hi…?" you tilt your head looking at him quizzically from head to toe. "were you listening?"

"no."

"oh…kay, um." now why do you look confused?

oh.

"oh! no-uh, yes! i mean, sorry uh- sorry. i'm sorry, i just, um, have a lot on my mind. yeah…sorry." nice save, atsushi.

you squint your eyes at him while shifting your basket from one arm to the other. "are you feeling alright? you look very flushed." your tone is gentle but inquistive and atsushi wishes the floor would just eat him up, chew him like a piece of gum then spit him back out.

"i'm good! yeah, no i'm alright, i just uhh went on a run." not a lie, but he didn't have to tell you that the run wasn't even that strenuous, if anything it was a leisurely jog.

"i see…" you fix him another glance before shaking your head. "anyway, what are you doing here so early?"

"kyoka wanted me to pick up some jammy dodger cookies." he holds them up like they're evidence to a case.

"they sell those here?" your eyes light up and his knees feel wobbly. it was never this bad before, he wants to slap himself but at the same time he doesn't want it to end.

he hums, "yeah, want me to show you?" and you nod.

he trails with you as your finish your shopping, devolving into a, finally, normal conversation like you would everyday. the cashier rings up your groceries as you continue your conversation with atsushi.

"oh, by the way, how was work on friday?"

he tilts his head in question.

"i feel like i should be the one asking you that. i didn't go." a surprised noise escapes you.

"i didn't go either, i ended up catching a fever. it's gone now, but i didn't want to risk the others getting sick if i did get worse."

oh…

"are you feeling alright?" he steps closer.

"hm? yeah, yeah i'm all good. it was only for one day, it was kinda bizzare." you mindless explain, tapping your card to the pos machine. it's then that he notices you paid for his (read: kyoka's) cookies. you hand them off with a smile.

he walks you home, just like any other work day. he finds you two in the same position standing outside your door, only this time you don't lean up to his cheek, you instead say, "do you wanna come in?"

his mind immediately screams 'yes,' completely forgetting kyoka waiting at home for him. but… he's sure she can wait, whatever it is you two were gonna do in there he was, maybe, sure it wouldn't take long. he opens his mouth about to answer when the most logical piece of his mind scolds him for thinking that way. he closes his mouth again. is he really sure he wants to be in closed quarters with you? jesus, he thinks, he's not an animal. he'd have to get serious help if he can't control himself.

you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows trying to grasp why he's as stiff as a board, gaping. softly smiling, "you can stop by later, i'm not doing anything." finally pulling him out his minds discussion.

he exhales, matching your smile in thanks. he promises to come over when he has the time, before turning on his heel to hurry home. you laugh, turning your key, your dog barks. opening the door, she jumps and barks happily seeing your face, you mock her just as happily, shutting the door behind you.

when atsushi gets home, he starts properly weighing his options, being around you still could be awkward, this morning may have just been luck. but at the end of the day, he's your best friend, and you're his. he doesn't want to go over and have his own emotions fuck with it. he's going to be a normal human being and hang out with his best friend and NOT blurt out that he's in love with her and ruin months of bonding.

kyoka greets him at the door from where she sits at their kotatsu. he hands her the cookies, smiling softly as he watches her eyes light up. he excuses himself, easily being reminded of his sweat stench when he walked in. maybe it was best he didn't walk in to your apartment right away. now he has the time to make sure he looks good.

after his shower, he slips on a skin-tight white long sleeve and loose fitting casual black pants. stepping in front of the mirror, he tries to see himself from an outsider point of view. he looked… great, actually. atsushi gives himself a goofy smile trying his damnest to ignore what you'd think.

stepping out into the main room where he finds kyoka in the same spot. he notices, half a row in the cookie container gone, walking by he pops one into his mouth.

she looks up from her book and looks over his form. "you look nice." …happy, even.

he turns his head from looking in the fridge to her. "thank you." he poses dumbly, making her purse her lips hiding a laugh. he walks over sitting down on another side of the kotatsu, sneaking one more cookie. atsushi lets her know that he'll be seeing you later. this wasn't out of the norm, she thinks, what was out of the norm, was him practically dolling himself up for you. she wasn't stupid, she knew what it meant, she was just curious if he did, though she never brought it was. she was ready to talk about it whenever he was.

they talked for a while before kyoka got a message from yosano begging her to come shopping with her. yosano mentioned in the message that you had declined, atsushi had to stop the smile from ripping his face in half at the implication that you denied because you were waiting for him. he knew it was silly but that didn't stop him.

kyoka left and he sat around for a few minutes psyching himself up enough to walk over. whatever happens, he will not mess this up. he repeats those words a few times over staring at himself in the mirror before giving himself another confident smile, walking out the door. -

he was not nervous, he was never nervous, not when it came to you anyway.

so…

why is he not knocking?

he's right here. right at the door, just knock.

he exhales and raises his hand. three knocks and on the first one your dog barks from within. a few seconds and he hears you calm her down. his heart nearly beats out of his throat, swallowing it back down right as you open the door.

"hi!"

"hi."

your dog barks from between your legs and atsushi greets her as well.

"hi, ima! i missed you!" he feels your eyes on him, staring, he can't help but bask in the attention, unknowing.

"sorry! come in," you widen the gap, letting him in. ima, your dog, dances between his legs excitedly. squatting down to pet her, her tail lashes back and forth excitedly, hitting his hand - you notice, lacking their regular black fingerless gloves.

he stays entertained with her for the moment as you make your way to the kitchen asking, "can i get you anything?"

"eehh, i'll take a water, please."

he starts running through ima's training quietly, 'roll over,' he'd say, 'spin,' then finally, 'sit.' he claps happily at her, "good girl!"

you return back to where he is and hand him a glass. "i made some snacks, i wasn't sure." he walks out of the entry way (shoes off) with ima on his trail, sitting himself down on the couch.

"no worries, i don't think i've ever said no to food. i'm-"

"always hungry." you walk to the couch and give him a knowing smile, "i know."

he smiles back shyly but watches you sit down next to him.

from there, you delve into conversation, topic changing here and there.

you had just finished explaining telling the difference between predator's and prey's just from looking at where their eyes are located on their head - it was brought up when atsushi was telling a story of when a crow landed in front of him one day and starts staring him down, atsushi explained that he felt like a prey despite being three times the size of it. though, suddenly you remembered something.

"you mentioned early at the store that you missed work on friday as well, what happened?" you asked. he was completely unprepared for the question. of all the things he thought over when he was psyching himself up earlier, this was the LAST thing he thought you'd ask. "i know you're not the type of person to miss work, even if it is completely reasonable." he hears the scolding tone by the end but he's too lost in his head trying to think of a proper excuse to respond.

"umm, yeah. i ended up running into akutagawa after i dropped you off. we had a little scuffle, i wanted to take the day off to heal." not a half bad excuse, he thinks, before your eyes widen and start berating him with questions like, 'are you okay?!' 'what was he doing?' 'how did you get away?'

he holds his hands out in front of him in defence. "i-i'm okay! we fought for a bit before he inevitably said i 'wasn't worth his time'." perhaps it wasn't best to fill your mind with lies about something that didn't even happen. granted, you didn't like akutagawa anyway, but there's no need to feed the frustrations more.

you cross your arms and huff in frustration. "he really gets on my nerves. at the same time, i know where he's coming from but doing unnecessary things like that is so out of league, even for him." you glare at the wall like he's standing there ready to fight.

he chuckles nervously, hands dropping to his knees. you suddenly turn to him, leaning in close. he backs away slightly, but you relent. "are you sure you're okay?"

he exhales a low breath. "yeah, i'm sure. it was a few days ago, i was fully healed the next day." his timeline didn't fit, from the time he called in sick and from when he "healed," didn't make sense, he knew that, he knew you knew that too, but you didn't say anything.

you look him up and down as best as you can from where you're both sitting on your couch before nodding. "good." you pull back from his space. he has to physically restrain himself from trying to reduce the distance again. in the back of his mind, he can hear byakko growl at him, but he pointedly ignores her, only increasing her sounds. 'calm. down.' he closes his eyes for a moment, taking a breath. he's thankful you got up to refill your tea otherwise you would have dug into his soul, worrying over him.

you come back a moment later. "let me know if you get, like, actually hungry. i can order in or something." he nods as best as he can without it looking forced or shaken.

you two settle down after that on a show you picked up together. sometimes he would come over, sometimes you'd go over and watch, some days you would watch it over facetime just wanting to be in your own homes but still close in a way. it's an interesting show, something about law, atsushi was intrigued and really liked the show, but he had a hard time focusing on it right now.

his eyes are on you. your hair tied back with a black clip giving him the, oh so stunning view of your side profile. side burns lead his eyes down to the expanse of your neck, byakko purs at the idea of marking it, teasing up and down between your pulse point before ever gently sinking-- atsushi stands up suddenly, before you can ask if he's okay, he rushes out words, all you catch is 'sorry,' and 'bathroom.'

he has half a mind to close the door gently as to not draw more attention to himself. he glares so deeply in the mirror he's surprised it doesn't crack. 'can you keep it in your fucking pants for five minutes?' he feels byakko nudge his mind's eye as an apology but he knows it's not real. 'jesus, you really are an animal.' his words are rough but oddly affectionate. at the end of the day, byakko is him and he is byakko. some days (like today) he hates it, but it's who he is, somewhere deep in his mind he knows he wouldn't change it for the world.

composed, he walks back out, silently waving off your worried gaze with a smile, sitting back down next to you. just, ever so, slightly further away you noticed. your lips speak before your mind does. "atsushi?"

he turns to you with a questioning glance.

you didn't even know what you wanted to say, fumbling, you ask, "do you want to pause it?"

he looks confused but shakes his head, "no, that's okay."

you say 'okay' with an exhale, beelining your gaze back to the T.V. you feel his eyes on you, it feels like it's eating you inside out. unconsciously, you lips your lips, comforted by the wetness now coating your lips.

atsushi's soul is practically screaming, he should - needs to say, something, anything. this time around, byakko beats him to the punch. "come here." the words so quiet you wouldn't have heard it if the show didn't choose to be quiet right at that moment. you slowly turn your head to face him, his eyes certain but somewhere behind them it's unsure. you slide a little closer, bringing one leg up on the couch to make it easier to face him.

"what?" your tone genuinely curious.

shit, guess he can't keep it in.

atsushi leans in a bit, he whispers, "tell me to stop and i will."

before you even have time to vocalize your confusion, his lips are on yours. for a few moments you don't move. you pull back slightly, still very much in his space, catching his eyes with yours. quickly, atsushi starts forming an apology but before he has the chance to speak, you push back onto his lips, desperate. he makes a noise, strangled between a groan and a growl, whatever it was, it shoots down your spine to your hips.

his hand shoots up to the space between your cheek and the base of your neck, keeping you locked onto his lips (not that you wanted to leave). the show completely forgotten by now, you straighten your back, bringing your other leg up and sitting on it. his other hand reaches your knee, fingers digging into the crevice trying to pull you closer. you softly bit his lower lip, asking - begging - for more.

"fuck…"

he breaths your name against your lips, he brings your lips back together feverishly. he successfully brings your leg closer to him, but you decide its not close enough. without breaking the kiss, you swing your leg across his thighs settling yourself in his lap, hovering over him. both of your hands encase his face deepening the kiss.

he pulls back but a second later his lips are glued to your neck, your hands weave to the back of his neck, pulling and tugging the loose strands. he utters your name again against your skin and goosebumps dance along your entire body. he smiles into the junction between your neck and shoulder. hands meet your knees, slowly raising themselves higher, one hand hooks behind your thigh keeping you close. his fingers dig into your skin as if to consume you. a quiet moan slips past your lips, you feel an exhale against your shoulder and instantly know he's laughing at you.

desperate for control, you tug on his hair pulling his head back to you, slotting your lips once again. he curses against your lips, you swallow them up before they have a chance to escape. you grasp his forearms keeping them where they are, and find yourself nipping at the line of his jaw and down his clavicle. his head falls back against the couch allowing you more access.

"shit…" the words are followed by a breathy moan. you nose down the side of his neck and it's your turn to smile.

"who knew you had such a dirty mouth."

his eyes widen as he pants. it's nearly impossible now for him to form a coherent thought. your hands drop from his forearms and reach down to the hem of his shirt, playing with it, letting him know where you're at, not wanting to go to fast.

his mind is somewhere else, he pushes back into the plush couch before ripping it off himself. you're immediately back on him, this time planting butterfly kisses to his collarbone and shoulder. "i don't think i told you, but you looked good in that shirt."

the compliment goes straight to his dick. his hands find your hips. just as you did him, he digs the tips of his fingers up into it, desperate for your skin. you lean you head back looking into his eyes, both panting. you put your hands on his and guide them further up under your shirt. he takes the hint before removing it completely. the skin of your torso completely opposite of his - he notices. clear of any scars or blemishes, he thumbs and fingers everywhere he can, mapping it. he doesn't have more time to dwell on the differences between you two before you catch his lips again, this time more softly.

you grind and rock you hips into anything you can from your position. he takes notice and palms your hips, guiding you.

"god, you look so beautiful." you whine, frustrated at the lack of friction and desperate for more than you were a few moments ago.

"bedroom." you demand and he doesn't need to be told twice before standing up and wrapping you legs around his waist. you squeal and giggle, placing a hand on his shoulder. he gives you a smile.

he places you on the bed, gently, like you're a piece of fine china. your legs frame his torso as he plants his hands on either side of your chest, hovering over you. you wriggle around, getting comfy. he watches you with a fond smile.

"…what?" you push back into the mattress, trying to escape his blinding gaze.

"have i ever said you're beautiful?"

you squirm, "you just did earlier…"

"i mean before that. like have i ever. at all?"

this time you do pause, genuinely thinking. he hadn't. but you didn't mind, you weren't the type of person to feed off of other people's compliments. you knew you were pretty, you didn't need other people to say so. if other people didn't think so that was fine with you because they're subjected to their own opinions. granted, it is nice to hear compliments every now and then but you never beat yourself up about it.

"no." you speak plainly.

he really was an idiot, he thinks. he leans in close, brushing your lips against his whispering, "you're beautiful. you're so pretty it hurts. i can't go a day without thinking about you. i want to see your face when i go to sleep and i want to see it when i wake up. god, and you're so stunning in the sun," he plants kisses between his words every now and then, covering your face with his lips.

your eyes glimmer with tears, but you laugh, turning your face to the side trying to escape his wrath. "'kay, okay!" he begrudgingly leans back to look at you again.

"i love you." he speaks with so much certainty it nearly freezes you in time.

you exhale a shaky breath, a smile stretches across the expanse of your face. you grip his face pulling him down to a proper kiss, an 'i love you too' is brushed across his lips. he rushes his lips back onto yours in response, leaning in close, your chests connect.

he brings his lips back down to your neck, this time not blocked by clothing. he gently grazes his canine below your ear, you tremble and pant at the implication. reaching down between your bodies, you trail a finger up his erection through his pants. growling, he bites down on the corner of your jaw, not enough to break skin.

"please…" you whisper and he shivers so deep you feel it travel through him and onto you. he moves his hands down to the waistline of your pants, pulling back to silently ask permission. your own eyes swim in approval before he slowly slides them down, his eyes watching his own hands. contrasting his movements, once your pants reach your ankles you hurriedly kick them off. chuckling, he places kisses to your collarbone and down your chest. arching your back, you reach behind, unclasping your bra. he wastes no time latching himself back to you, worshipping you in every way. his hand crawls up from your calf to your thigh.

he continues down, his eyes watching your face the entire time. therefore, he sees your pleading eyes, but does nothing to hurry. if anything, he goes slower. he kisses the skin just above the hem of your underwear and whine lowly. had you not been looking, you would've missed the tug of his lips, threatening to smile. he takes the line of your underwear into his teeth before letting it go to slap back to your skin.

"atsushi!" you whine louder at the treatment.

"there it is…" both hands on your hips pull your underwear down your legs. you move to lock your legs together, shy, but atsushi places himself back in between, nipping the side of your knee as a punishment. leaning up he kisses the fold where your thigh bends at your hip, leading the kisses to the inside of your thigh, giving the other side the same treatment.

your hand finds his head, softly scratching his scalp. looking up again, he sees you just the way he thought you'd look. hair sprawled across your pillow, face flushed, panting. he smiles into your skin.

"atsushi, please…" and who is he to deny such a pretty request.

he lays kitten licks to the hood of your clit. but you, ever so attentive, keen at the attention, head falling back to the pillow. he pulls back slightly to lay his tongue flat against your entire heat, bringing his tongue back up to flick the top. back arched slightly, you moan freely.

he continues the slow treatment, his fingers soon joining the mix, they tease your leaking hole, pushing in and resting in your heat as he sucks and flicks your clit. you wriggle your hips trying to find movement on your own. his free arm is thrown across your hips, stilling them. you keep his treatment locked away for now, eager to give him the same, torturous, behaviour. his fingers finally move, curling, driving into you slowly.

you open your eyes, looking down at your lap, finding him boring his gaze into you, face flushed in red. at this moment, he picks up his speed, essentially pushing you back flush to the sheets. moaning so loud you can feel it bounce off your walls and back into your own ears.

atsushi hums into your heat, the vibrations making you very aware of the knot that tightens in your abdomen. "fuck… atsushi, wait." he must be aware because he hums again, picking up his speed. groaning, your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs shake, toes curling. with one final moan that devolves into a loud whine of his name.

it takes a moment for your vision to clear, but you quickly look down to your hips again.

ah.

there he is.

he nuzzles into your thigh, lips messy with his own spit and your fluid, a small smile ajorned with it. "you sound so pretty moanin' my name like that." you throw your head back, hands covering it in embarrassment.

he lets out a sympathetic laugh before crawling up your body, his face inches from yours. your hands falls back from your eyes but still covering the lower half. his eyes twinkle in apology but you whine indignantly. he kisses your hands; where your lips would be.

"when did you become so vulgar?" your words are muffled but he understands.

he shrugs with an ever growing smile. he's literally the worst. fine, you think, two can play at that game.

your arms quickly wrap around his neck, bringing him down to a kiss, he lets out a surprised noise, but kisses you back. in this moment you take the time to flip him over, his back hits the mattress with a soft 'thump' and you straddle his hips. folding yourself over, you kiss him softly, playing with the band of his loose pants.

"these need to go." you whisper.

"yes, ma'am."

you help him shimmy out of them, boxers along with them, sitting back down on his thighs, you stare at his (very hard) length. committing every colour, vein, and blemish, to memory. "s-stop staring." surprised by his sudden shyness, you lean forward kissing him, he accepts it greatly, moaning into your mouth as your nails gently scratch down his stomach, hovering near the space where his erection twitches against his thin abdomen.

"you're so pretty it hurts." repeating his words from earlier, he playfully bites your lower lip in response. "i never want to look away." your hand sprawl across the expanse of his chest, unconsciously paying more attention to the scars.

"fuck, if you don't touch me right now, i will explode." his eyes dance in humour at his own words, but you know he has some truth behind them. you let yourself take in his flushed face, panting, biting your lip, you ghost your fingers over his skin from his chest, all… the way… down… atsushi deep groan shakes your core.

you're shook with unease that, maybe, he might take things back into his control. but you feel his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down slowly, telling you, he's enjoying the treatment. regardless, you don't make him wait any longer. you lay a single finger to the tip of his cock, twitching at the attention, dragging your finger down to the base. his hips jerk slightly as he lets out a low moan.

you grip the base softly, but tight, watching his face scrunch, trying to restrict his own hips from moving. he utters your name with his eyes closed, head against your pillow, one that you'll probably never look at the same but never get rid of.

your fist moves up, slowly, to the tip, squeezing out the precum. hmm, you wonder. folding over, you kitten lick the fluid that beads. he lets out a gasp, his hips jerking up against his will. his head shoots down to look at you. from there, he sees you smiling, smugly. fighting back a curse, his hand squeezes the fat of your thigh.

a moan is ripped from him as he feels your lips wrap around the tip, tonguing the stretched flesh right below the tip. oh god, he feels dizzy.

"stop. i need to be inside you right now. please… shit, please!"

before he even finishes, you're moved up, knees on either side of his hips. grasping the base of him lining yourself up. you freeze.

"…what?" fuck… he sounds so hot breathless.

silently, you crawl off of him and reach for your nightstand cabinet. sraddling his hips once more, showing him the square gold foil.

atsushi scolds himself so loudly he's surprised you don't hear him. "thanks, sorry."

you laugh, easing the tension. "don't apologize, i nearly forgot too."

opening it with your teeth (that did not need to be so hot), gently rolling down his dick. grabbing his base again, you, finally, finally, sink yourself down. atsushi throws his head back, refraining from bucking up into you. you pause a few times, panting, adjusting, before you hips are flush with his.

your head drops forward, moaning softly, squeezing around him experimentally. nails digging into his stomach, you'll have to remind yourself to apologize later.

he lets you take this at your own pace, but, god, is his patience wearing thin.

slowly, you raise your hips, right before his erections escapes you, you slam your hips back down.

"fuck!"

biting your lip so hard it turns white. your hips shake and tremble, planting your hands on his stomach, you raise up again and come back down, rolling your hips.

"fuck, just like that." the praise fuels you, repeating the motion faster this time.

leaning forward, you lay your chest flush with his. his arms wrap around your waist, planting his feet, he fucks up into you. distracted by the feeling of you, ever so warm and soft.

"you feel so good, ah, ff- shit," you meet hips with fervor, biting the skin of his collarbone.

'please, please.' his cock hits you perfectly, "please, please, please..!"

"c'mon… that's it." his heavy breath against your ear pushes you over the edge. clinging to him desperately, squeezing all around him, his moans mix with yours, falling off the edge together.

your chests push and pull against one another, eagerly grasping for oxygen. he returns to earth at the feeling of your lips leaving lazy butterfly kisses across his neck. he smiles wobbily, eyes fluttering. you trail your kisses up his jaw, his cheek, his nose. turning his head, he finds your lips on his, hand reaching up, keeping you in place.

your dog suddenly barks from the doorway, atsushi leans up on his elbows as you sit up, both staring at your dog widely. she tilts her head quizzically at the two of you. your eyes shoot back to atsushi, watching at him blankly, there's a small tug on the corner of atsushi's lips and it opens the floodgates. laughing, you're suddenly aware that atsushi is still very much inside you. the odd feeling of him still sheathed inside while laughing, cuts you off, jerking your hips up, with a helping hand on his hips.

"ah, fuck…" hissing softly before laughing again. he lays his hands on your hips helping you.

"you didn't shut the door." you lay on your stomach beside him, burying your face into the blanket.

atsushi, still laughing, says "i didn't know i had to!"

"well, now i've scarred my dog for life." he leans over, laying a gentle kiss to your shoulder. sitting up he ties the condom, throwing it away before shooing your dog out of the room, this time, actually shutting the door.

he crawls back onto the bed, kissing the back of your thighs and up to your shoulder. "'m sorry." he mumbles into your skin. turning your head, you playfully glare at him.

his fingers trace over your bare back, faintly, you can feel him spelling out his name. "all is forgiven if you take me out later."

"done!" he rolls you back over, planting his lips all over your face again. he backs away giving you the same fond look from before. "i wasn't lying earlier."

it takes you a moment to catch what he's saying, but you play dumb anyway. "about what?"

"that, i love you. i don't think i ever didn't love you. from the moment we became friends, i knew it was you."

you hold his head in your hands, smile stretching with each word he says. pulling him down to a kiss that soft but powerful, easily reciprocating his words.

"i just," he takes a breath. "i'm still new… to all of this. but i'll learn, i'll learn to understand. i just need time, so don't…" leave. he didn't want to be selfish, but when has something this good ever fell into his hands? and who was he to let it slip through? it's too much all at once, but he wants to wear it. keep it on his body, at first it's always uncomfortable; like a bracelet, but over time his skin adjusts. he'll get reminded of it everytime he feels it shift, but instead of the beginning it's a weight that he'll remember forever. he wants that to be you.

you lay a feather light kiss to his nose. "oh, atsushi. i'm not going anywhere. we'll learn together and individually, but we'll always be there for each other."

he wraps his arms behind your back, digging his head into your chest, laying flat. "thank you." it'll take time, but he knows that he'll become the best version of himself for you and for him.

#atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi x reader #x reader #bsd #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs #armed detective agency #fanfic #two shot #kunikida doppo #kyouka izumi

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Rags To A Home (Andrew Van De Kamp X Male Reader)

The chilly wind goes through the friend group as they enjoy a night in the town. With it being Friday, they don’t have to worry about staying up too late and coming to school too late. During their travels, they walk through a street, where the homeless teen, Andrew, is sleeping on a couch. He holds a blanket dearly for his life. As the group passes by him, he suddenly wakes up by the chattering.

“They really need to do something with all these homeless.”

“How? Give them jobs? Or just put them out?”

“Do you guys have to be so cynical? We’re literally passing by them.” Along the group, there seems to be one person who seems to have at least some compassion.

“You will be complaining too if you keep seeing them every time you get to the supermarket.”

Andrew merely sighs tiredly and closes his eyes, trying to ignore them. Out of nowhere, he hears a thud. From the corner of his eyes, he sees the students accidentally hits his backpack and let it slide a few feet away from him. It doesn’t appear none of them notices. However, as most of the group walks away, one person stops to grab the bag and swiftly running back.

Andrew has a quick look on who the person is. It’s a guy. He looks normal, totally different from how he looks right now. Though there is kindness in his eyes, he’s a bit nervous, even though he doesn’t notice Andrew looking at him.

“Thanks.”

The teen looks startled as his eyes lays on Andrew. He puts the bag next to Andrew’s chair. “You’re welcome.”

“Y/N! You coming!?”

“Coming!”

With that, the boy turns around and runs to rejoin the group. Andrew let another sigh. Although the world seems to keep kicking him to the ground, he does appreciate small acts of kindness.

Couple of days later, and the teen cycles to his school. With his backpack on his back, he’s prepared for the school day. As he cycles through the streets, there appears to be a roadblock in his way. So, he uses a different route, which revolves him to be in the same street he and his friends passed a couple of days ago. As he cycles, his eyes instantly lie upon the homeless teen. He can’t help but stop cycling as he stares at the other guy, who notices him.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Y/N isn’t usual speaking to homeless people. Hell, strangers in general. But seeing someone homeless around his age he finds it disturbing. He stops cycling and parks it next to Andrew’s place. Afterwards, he walks towards him. “I hope what happened days ago didn’t cause you any trouble.”

“Not really. But was nice of you for helping me out.” Andrew grabs his can and shakes it. Y/N hears a couple of coins from it. “Any chance I can help me out again?”

“I left my money back at home. Sorry.”

“Oh. It’s alright.”

Feeling sorry for the teen, Y/N puts his bag down. Andrew curiously watches as Y/N grabs out what appears to be his lunch. “I got a sandwich… 3 juice boxes… and a chocolate chip cookie.” He generously hands over the food towards Andrew, who looks gratefully.

“Thanks man. You sure you don’t need it?”

“I ask a friend to buy me something. Besides, you need it more.”

Andrew smiles. “Thanks. That means a lot, Y/N.”

“How did you…?” Y/N then remembers his friends calling out his name. “Never mind. I’m glad I could help… uhm…”

“Andrew.” He hands out his free hand, allowing Y/N to shake it.

“It’s nice to meet you. Anyway, school is about to start, so I gotta go. Take care.”

“You too.”

Ever since that day, Y/N visit Andrew right before his school starts. He convinced his parents to give him lunch money instead of making lunches of him. So, Y/N then makes his own lunches, only to give it to Andrew. Alongside giving the food, the two made some small talk before Y/N needed to go.

One day, though, Andrew spots Y/N cycling towards him in the afternoon. He looks stressed and requested something. Minutes later, they get in a fast food restaurant. Andrew is enjoying the fries Y/N bought for him in exchange for helping him out with his homework.

“And then… you calculate this… by dividing this… and that’s your answer.” Y/N follows the steps Andrew gave and after calculating it, he writes down the answer. Afterwards, he shows it to Andrew, who checks it. “Yeah, you did it right.”

“Holy shit! Finally.” Y/N is happy he got to solve it. “I don’t get why I can’t just use a calculator. There is a reason they exist.” Andrew merely laughs as he continues eating. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Well, you’re clearly smart. Both books and just in general. And you’re young enough to live with your parents. So… why are you homeless?”

Andrew is a little caught off by Y/N, but he doesn’t mind the question. After all, there are barely any people who are willing to talk to him. “You can blame my alcoholic mom for that. If she didn’t abandon me at the side of the road, maybe I would still have a roof over my head.”

“Oh…” Y/N frowns. “Sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. I hate her anyway long before that.” Andrew merely shrugs Y/N concern off. “Right now though, I have to worry about other things. …Any chance you got any other homework you need help with?”

The student didn’t, but he doesn’t want to leave Andrew just yet. So, from his bag, he grabs his English homework. As they move on with that, Y/N wants to learn more of his friend. “Do you want to talk about it? You’re past?”

“There isn’t much to say. She’s this controlling, traditional trad-wife and if you think it isn’t that bad, she interrupted my father’s funeral just because the tie didn’t match with his outfit.”

“Yikes.”

“And now imagine living with her.” Andrew adds. Although venting about his life, he looks like he accepted the situation just a bit. “There is plenty of more stories. I remember coming out to her and my dad. Now, my dad didn’t had an issue with it, but she was quick to call the priest to put me in conversion camp.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Though it sounds like your dad was a good man.”

Andrew chuckles. “Trust me. He wasn’t perfect. He cheated and had this weird BDSM fetish. Still, way better than my mom.”

“So… what are you planning?” Y/N wonders. “For the future.”

The blonde scratches his head. “Well… surviving in general. Get a job. With some luck, find a rich husband.”

Y/N hums. “If only if I was rich…”

“Oh.” Andrew is impressed Y/N is interested in it. “I appreciate the complement, but you wouldn’t want to marry me after you learn what I do to live.”

Y/N looks concerned. “Are you a criminal or something?”

“No, not like that.” Andrew looks amused, but soon drops his smile. “To get money, I perform… deeds that makes men very happy.”

Y/N instantly knows what he’s meaning. “You’re a sex worker?”

Andrew nods. “Yeah, I guess.” There is an awkward silence between them, with Y/N looking away and back to his work. “Well, if by any chance you also want help with other needs, you can come to me.” He can’t help but crack a joke, but Y/N doesn’t look amused. Andrew then drops his smile. “Look, you don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

“Sorry. I just find the situation fucked up.” Y/N replies. He continues to look stoic. “And I wish I could help more.”

“I don’t expect you to give me a house or something. You already gave me more than most people.” Andrew assures. “And not just that, you’re the first guy that actually wants to hang out with me. Not many people want to be associated with a homeless guy unless it’s for sex.”

Still, Y/N remains quiet, thinking about the situation. “Thank you for saying that… but I got to do something about this.”

“How? Empty your entire back account?” Andrew is curious what he’s thinking. “I won’t say no, but I’m definitely questioning what’s wrong with you.”

“Look, I don’t know what to do, but I think of something.”

Though thinking Y/N has no chance for fixing the situation, Andrew can’t help but appreciate his help. “You will go through whatever you’re doing just for me. You must really like me, huh?”

Y/N hums amused. “Well, if things were normal, I definitely would ask you out. Just… let’s make sure you’re safe first.”

“And you don’t care that I had how many dicks?”

“Must mean you’re good at sex.”

Andrew laughs, not expecting the joke. “I like to see what you’re going to do. But if that won’t work, feel free to go to me, whether it’s homework or something fun.”

“I appreciate the offer, but if we’re going to do it, it’s going to be free.”

Couple of days later, and Y/N has a solution. So, he goes to his friend to tell the good news, only to see a middle-aged man offering money to Andrew, but it looks more like he’s paying him, which makes Y/N sick. He quickly cycles to his friend to stop what’s happening.

“Yo, got a minute?”

“I’m… kinda busy.” Andrew points to the man, making Y/N frown. Thus, from his hands, Y/N snatches the money to give it back to the man. “Hey!”

“Go buy yourself porn or something. Beat it.”

The stranger looks shocked, but he doesn’t question it and walks away, making Andrew sighs. With a glare, he looks back at Y/N. “Thanks Y/N. You just lost me my dinner.”

“Then allow me to give it to you, because I find a solution.” Now, this peaks Andrew’s curiosity. “You’re moving in with me.”

The homeless man looks stunned. “You serious? I thought you lived with your parents?”

“Yes, but I convinced them to let you move in with me.”

“Did you mention that I’m homeless and a whore too?”

“Only the homeless part. I just twisted the truth a bit.” Y/N replies. Andrew looks eager what he said, so Y/N obliged. “I did lie about you being my boyfriend, but it was for a good cause! See, I told them that I’m in a long relationship with a closeted guy, but once he came out, he get kicked out of his mom’s house. And since I’m on my parent’s good side, they’re willing to let you stay for at least a couple of days and once he finds a suitable place for you to live, that’s when you move out.”

The blonde definitely didn’t expect that. “You want to live together? What are you up to?”

“Nothing! I’m just here to help you.” Y/N defends himself. “Oh, and if you’re not comfortable with the boyfriend part, we can say we end up as friends or something.”

Andrew can’t help but smile. He can’t think of anyone else that showed this amount of kindness towards him. Not his mom, not his dad, not his sister. Not even Justin, who was the only one that cared for him. He walks towards the guy to kiss him on the lips. Y/N returns it and after three seconds, Andrew pulls back.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re a great guy. Guess you will receive that free sex after all.”

Y/N chuckles. “Not to be rude, but can we check up at the doctors before…”

“Fair.” Andrew hums. “I can return the favor anytime.” With a smile, Andrew looks back at his now former sleeping place. “I’m not missing that chair.”

“How long ago was it when you slept in a bed?”

“Way too long.” Andrew looks back. “Wait, I’m sleeping in a bed?”

“My parents are okay with us sharing the room. They know we don’t do it when they’re home. …They keep telling me how thin the walls are.”

Andrew laughs happily. “Nice to know that my parents in law are going to be better than my actual parents.” He walks towards his bag to grab it. Once on his back, he looks back to his boyfriend. “I’m done with this dump. Let’s go.”

Y/N grabs his bike and looks behind him. “Get on loser. We’re going home.”

With a sprint, Andrew jumps on the back of the bike as Y/N begins cycling away. The former homeless man grabs his boyfriend’s torso as he slowly watches his former home fade away. With his head against Y/N’s back, he can imagine all the pain of the past away. No more living with Bree Van De Kamp. No more restrictions or ridiculous rules. Maybe now he can finally live in a normal family, with normal parents that has a great, selfless son, which he hopes he’s going to spend a very long time with. Hopefully his entire life.

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