#but I don’t have thaaat much of a will to live

[consumeroflemoans]

imagine you're about to be executed. they give you $1 to do whatever you want. what do you do with that $1

Look the executioner dead in the eyes, say I’m going to do a magic trick, and then eat the entire bill while maintaining eye contact.

[greenday-bingus]

[𝒜𝓇𝓂𝓎 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈] (JJK x Blood User!Reader)

𝟐.𝟑𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

CH.1 CH.2

ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟᴇʀ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ ᴏʀ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ!

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♥ [Chapter 1] Just like Heaven ♥

‘Briiing Briiing’ 

“Hey shouldn’t you pick that up?” 

You were currently walking through a very crowded and busy sidewalk with your very close friends. You guys were shopping and taking stops to eat small pastries, having the time of your lives, until you saw the caller ID. Gojo-Sensei.

“Jeez what’s wrong? You look disappointed,” one of your other friends pointed out. “Because I am! Let’s go somewhere less crowded so I can take this phone call.” You and your friends joined hands and began to run off to somewhere more peaceful. Unfortunately you ended up bumping into multiple people, and got a lot shouted at a lot. One of your friends pointed out a small empty cafe to go to, so the small group quickly went inside.

“Okay guys I’ll be back!” your friends nodded and picked a place to sit at. You went inside the restrooms and closed one of the stalls. “Wow, I really thought you would have never answered me! My star student, ignoring me-”

“What is it, spit it out, I don’t have all day, I barely got out of school,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You were a sorcerer, a very cursed one, though you were somewhat sparred, but at what cost? A ton of Missions and almost death experiences a normal teenager shouldn’t go through. Normal people don’t see inhuman things cling to people and drain them. Normal teenagers don’t fight these imaginary objects, yet here you are calling one of the most powerful sorcerers telling you, you need to get your ass up and kill some things. “Well you wouldn’t have to worry about having to travel so much if you just stayed at Tokyo jujutsu, or if you weren’t running away from-”

“Okay!” you yelled before covering your mouth, you were being too loud. “Okay, I get it, but I’m still trying to live a normal life,” on the other side of the phone you could hear Gojo giggling. “Whatever just tell me where and when and who, and” you let out a dramatic sigh, “and I’ll be there,” 

Now you’re currently running towards the one and only Megumi Fushiguro, “Fushiguuuuro! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!,” he turned around and pretended to not see you. “I know you see me! C’mon we gotta do this together!” You could hear Megumi mumble to himself saying, “why did I have to be paired with you out all the other students…” Megumi turned around feeling your hand on his shoulder, “Do you really hate me thaaat much? It’ll be done, quick and easy,” Megumi gave you a scowl. 

“Knowing you, you’ll fuck it up,” you raised an eyebrow to him. “You do realize that I’m gonna be a first grade sorcerer soon right?...” Megumi only rolled his eyes and began to walk off into the abandoned building, a hotel from what you could make out. You quickly caught up with Megumi, staying very close to his side. You grabbed a flashlight from your school bag, and gave it to Megumi. He turned it on and started to look around everywhere, “so what are we looking for?”

Megumi again rolled his eyes, “I feel like you should know this… But we’re looking for a couple of grade 3 curses, many idiots go through this abandoned hotel to do theft and graffiti, but they never came back.” You nodded while listening and prepared your technique, blood manipulation. That’s right, you were from the Kamo clan, but you left not wanting to be a part of them. 

In order to escape from them, you managed to hide your cursed energy very well, most sorcerers wouldn’t even notice you because of it. Until of course Tokyo jujutsu found you, saying they’ll throw you to the Kamo clan if you don’t become a sorcerer for them. But you were able to make a compensation with them, you would still go to your old school to actually learn , and to Tokyo for training and missions and such. Another thing was being able to have a dorm there too, since your parents were nowhere to be seen.

“Fushiguro, it is so quiet in here, normally with curses being around, it would be somewhat noisy?” Megumi rose an eyebrow and took some thought, “I guess you’re right, something is wrong-”

Something quickly smacks Megumi into a wall, making him break it from how hard the impact was. It managed to scrape your cheek, “there is no way that curse is a grade 3!” You looked around very quickly, hoping to spot a glimpse of what hit Megumi, “are you good Fushiguro?” He let out a small groan before summoning his divine dogs. They quickly go to stand by your side making sure you don’t get striked by the curse.

Megumi slowly gets up from the crumbled wall, and takes out a sword, quickly getting into a fighting position. The flash light that was in Megumi’s hand was long gone, making the room dark. You could feel your heart rate shoot up quickly, “ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ” you whispered to yourself. You had a small dagger made of blood, but now half of your face was stained with blood. Megumi's eyes then widened, “watch out!”

You quickly slashed your dagger and transformed it into a long blade, you managed to cut the curse in half. You started to laugh, “imagine losing to that?” You stared at Megumi’s face (or tried to, it was hard to make out any details) but he had a horrid look on his face. You slowly turned around to see the curse was split into two. “C’mon!” you yelled.

Megumi starts dashing at you, looks like he needed you to give him a boost, so you crouched down and cupped your hands together. He takes a step into your hand and jumps up as you give him the boost. He then uses his dogs to bite the curse, once they were distracted he quickly exorcizes them. 

He then falls gracefully on the ground, “I hope to god there isn’t more.” Megumi then gives you a fearful look once again as more of the same curse walks in.

You let out a groan and got prepared to fight again.

You and Megumi manage to exorize every curse in the cursed building, only for you to fall face first into the ground. “Don’t tell me you’re anemic, I am not carrying you!” Megumi expected a reaction from you, but saw you didn’t even twitch. “Hey? Hello? Are you in there?” he started to shake your body. 

As he shakes your body trying to wake you up, a car pulls up right next to the both of you. The window rolled down, and Megumi was met with a certain white hair teacher. “Hey Megumi, you didn’t kill my student right?” Iijichi was in the driver seat and had his mouth gaped open, “don’t talk about students dying!” Megumi rolled his eyes as the two adults bicker with each other, he then picks your body up and places you in the backseat. He then buckled you up so you wouldn’t go flying because who knows what could happen when Gojo is in the car.

Megumi laid back, as he wiped some sweat off his head. He normally didn’t break a sweat fighting curses but this time it was more life threatening. He almost summoned Mahoraga, only to be stopped when you whipped him with your blood. 

While Megumi was stuck in his head, Gojo twisted his body to face Megumi.

“I got a mission for you Megumi.”

You woke up in the car feeling very drained, everything was pretty blurry but you could hear Gojo and Iijichi talking about something. You rubbed your eyes and sighed, you looked over to your side and saw Megumi with his arms crossed and eyes closed.

“Damn he has some long lashes,” you thought to yourself, you wished to be blessed with natural long lashes. “Gojo, can we get Wendy’s? I’m hungry and thirsty!”

Gojo jumped a bit, he forgot you were in the car. You were almost invisible to him, reminding him of someone he wants to forget about. “Why eat Wendy's when you have something luxurious?”

Ahh rich people. “But Wendy's.”

“Wendy’s isn’t even healthy!”

“Says you, don’t act like I don’t see you eat sweets all the damn time,”

“I told you I have a condition!”

Megumi opened his eyes because he heard the two of you bicker with each other. He wished he could block the sounds of you guys. “Why can’t we just have a home cooked meal!?” 

Gojo and you looked at Megumi and then nodded, “okay? But what if-“

“You know what it’s not my fault if you don’t put a damn apron,” Megumi reached for his back trying to tie his apron, failing to have it tied together. “you took the big one, this tiny one,” you held up a really small pink apron that was definitely for a 10 year old, “will cover nothing!”

You go behind Megumi and tied his apron together with a bow for him. With him being stubborn you didn’t even ask if needed help, because he would’ve said no. “At least it covers something,” Megumi decided to return the favor and put the small apron on you and then tied it regularly. 

“I feel stupid,”

“that’s great because you look stupid,”

“I hate you,”

Gojo sat in the kitchen scrolling through his phone doing god knows what. Sometimes giggling at his phone like a teen.

You and Megumi stopped bickering after hearing Gojo giggle like a mad man. The two of you then slowly turn to look at each other, then slowly back at the food. “Anyways, I forgot to tell you, you can stop calling me Fushiguro, just call me by my name.”

Finally on close terms with the one and only Megumi!? 

“Tuna tuna,” 

“Hey guys what are you guys up to? We smelt something and it smelt great,” 

“Yeah smells pretty good,”

The second years came into the kitchen deciding to lounge around and see what you and Megumi were up to. “Just making some rice and chicken, did you guys want some?”

Megumi threw you a dirty look, there were too many people in the kitchen, and he did not want to cook for more people. At this point who knows how long it’ll be before he beats someone up. “Yeah sure, I'm pretty hungry,” Maki smiled and adjusted her glasses. Toge and Panda nodded in agreement.

“Can you guys at least get out of the kitchen then? Even having Gojo in here it feels crowded,”  Megumi said as he gently took the salt out of your hands and salted the chicken for you. 

“Yeah, get outta here you strays” you said in your mind as you threw the chicken on the pan.

“Man,”

“what?” Megumi raised an eyebrow as he also cooks the chicken on a different pan. 

“I can’t believe we’re gonna have another student here! I heard that she’s from the country side, and she’s a girl! And guess what? She’s gonna be in our grade, I’m so happy!”

“How are you going to meet her, don’t you go to another school?”

“…”

Damn he really got you there. You weren’t really close to any of the student and teachers at Tokyo jujutsu high, except for Megumi and Gojo, and that’s even a long shot for being close to them.

But it’s completely fine, you spend most of your time with your actual school friends. You would set the whole world on fire just for them, they meant a lot to you. They’ve been there for you since middle school, it was one of the reasons why you fight so hard to stay there.

Your small group of friends are basically family to you. 

“Close friendships is what I care about!”

“You’re a Jujutsu sorcerer, you should be concerned about fighting curses.”

Right, you could never experience normal teen life with this curse. 

“Shut up and grow up, because when I see you I throw up,”

“Freak”

Extra

What an idiot, you forgot your umbrella. You knew you were forgetting something, but your brain did that thing where you can’t remember what you forgot. Now all your clothes and homework is wet, you held your small bag over your head as you looked for shelter.

BAM!

It’s the end for your book bag as you drop it into the puddle. “Crap! Mr. White is going to kill me! All my chemistry papers!” 

You completely forgot you bumped into a person. Damn, you should get your head checked. 

As you reach for your book bag, the stranger before you had grabbed it for you. You looked up and saw the stranger. 

“Holy crap he’s gorgeous! His hair is so long, and his skin is practically perfect! Except for those stitches in his head. I wondered what happened”

“Ah, I’m sorry Sir!”

“Oh may you look very drenched!” His voice was smooth and low. “Looks like you need an Umbrella, let me walk you?”

“Uhm”

STRANGER DANGER. At this point I'm using an umbrella, you’re already wet, your chem papers are wet, maybe you should give up now. You lived a long, fulfilling life, right? “Only if you don’t mind!” 

You got under his umbrella but kept your distance. Walking with him was Awkward for sure.

“I guess if he tries anything, I could definitely take in a fight. Probably, I mean he probably won’t expect it. Probably.”

“So, you have anywhere to be?”

“Uhm just the nearest convenience store will do,” you started to sweat, it’s hard talking to older men, mostly because who knows what they’re thinking. 

The stranger nodded and took you to the nearby convenience store. “What a nice gentleman, I hope he has a great day.”

Which you probably think if you didn’t feel like a wet cat who’s been kicked out of its home. The feeling of wet clothes clinging to your skin felt awful and made you want to die on the inside. The nice man walked you inside the small store and left. 

“Sigh, he’s so beautiful! I hope I see him again one day,” you sighed some more.

“Are you gonna stand there or are you going to buy something!?”

[thlayli-ra]

That list of whump prompts you’re using for the ficlet requests is so long and varied, I love it. I have so many evil thoughts swimming around in my head but the first thing that floated to the top for me was gunshot, beacause woah, that could be so interesting.

Then I tried to come up with a pairing and I immediately went to Dick Rick and Jon Moxley, HWA days you know, because god knows what they were getting up to in their spare time living together. I don’t have a preference for who is getting shot but I would prefer if it wasn’t shown or implied that they died. On all other fronts, go nuts. Do what you feel.

Good luck with the tricks and treats!!

I was SO excited to do this prompt!!! So thank you so much for sending it my way Tagz - hope you enjoy it!

(Note - I couldn't call him Dick Rick with a straight face so he's referred to as Shaun in the ficlet 😂)

Trick - 'Gunshot'

Characters - Shaun Ricker/Dick Rick, Jon Moxley

Rating - Teen and up

Warnings - Gunshot wound, threat of violence, internalised homophobia

The hour was late but the night still young. Shaun had a pleasant buzz going and a smug grin on his face. The pretty little thing at the bar he'd been working his charm on was giving him goo-goo eyes back, and who could blame her? Nobody could resist his boyish smile, his smooth-as-silk talk or, above all, the impressive pair of guns he had practically bursting out of his short shirt sleeves. So what, if he'd added a tiny sliver of baby oil to give him some extra shine? In these dingy nightclubs, he needed a little something to help his... personality shine through. In a literal sense.

'So,' the young lady tilted her head cutely to the side, sliding a finger down one of those very bulging biceps, 'you know, my place isn't far from here. You wanna come back, have a drink?' She leaned in close, may as well has sidled right into his lap. 'Get to know each other better?'

'Well, that sounds real nice, sweetheart,' Shaun placed his hand around her waist, coaxing her in, 'but I gotta warn ya. You're playing with fire but if you don't mind singeing those pretty, little fingers of yours then-'

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

'Oh, sorry about that,' Shaun picked his phone off the bar and cancelled the call from Moxley. Shoved it quickly into his back pocket. 'Now where were we?'

'You were about to give me an answer,' she fluttered her eyelashes cutely.

'Thaaat's right, I was,' Shaun grinned. 'How's this for an answer?' His large hand cupped the back of her head and tempted her towards him, their lips meeting in the middle. Soon, she was groaning against his tongue and he quirked his brows. He knew it, she knew it, everybody knew it. He was irresistible, like he had some kind of animal magnetism, some kind of... undeniable-

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

Go away, Moxley!

He let it ring out. Turned his full attention back onto the cutie linking her slender fingers in his thick ones and guiding them to her upper thigh so he could-

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

Goddamit, Moxley!!!

The pretty thing pulled back abruptly. 'Uh Shane?' she said with a cocked brow. Took him a beat to realise she meant him.

'Yeah, Jess?'

'It's Carly, actually. And you're buzzing.'

Yeah, yeah, don't I know it! 'I'll be right back,' he said with an apologetic grimace. 'Don't you dare go anywhere, alright toots?'

'I'll be waiting,' she replied breathily, stroking her hand down her stunning cleavage, making Shaun groan with want as he forced himself to walk away and call his irksome room mate. Jon Moxley answered within the first ring.

'Shaun...?'

'You'd better have a damn good excuse for cock-blocking me, man,' Shaun grumbled down the phone. He was answered by a pain-filled grunt. Shaun's brow furrowed. 'Hey, you alright? What's the matter?'

'I need you to come find me.'

He glanced around the club, trying to find his fellow wrestler. The pair of them had arrived together but now there was no sign of him. 'The hell are you?'

'Outside. Alley behind the hrrk club.'

'Right, hold on, hold on. I'm comin'.'

The pretty thing at the bar was immediately forgotten about as Shaun headed down the stairs, out the front doors, past the security guards, and the line waiting to get in, and the littering of patrons who'd had far too much and were now sprawled across the sidewalk - one nearly spewed on his shoes - and around the side of the building.

The narrow gap between the two buildings was dark and eerie. 'Mox?' Shaun called out timidly into the gloom. 'Mox? You there?' Nothing. So he made his way further in, ears pricked for any clues as to his roommate's whereabouts. 'Mox?'

'Over here.'

It came from around the corner. Picking up the pace, the wrestler followed the husky voice and eventually found the subject of his search. 'Holy shit,' he cursed, running towards his roommate who was sprawled against the far wall, panting and covered in bruises. 'The hell happened to you?'

'Ok, don't freak out on me here,' Moxley warned, 'but I've kinda, sorta... been shot.'

'Wait, WHAT?'

'I said not to freak out!'

'Where?' Shaun began to search over Moxley's limp body. 'Who the hell did this to-?' It didn't take him long to find it. One slight pull on his friend's jacket lapel and he found the gruesome trail of blood staining his white undershirt from his neck all the way down to his waist.

'Oh, shit...'

The creep had approached Moxley in the men's room. First red flag was that, despite there being plenty of free urinals, he chose the one directly beside him. The second was that he addressed him mid-flow.

'Hey.' The actual fuck? 'So that guy you came in with, you two buddies or something?'

Mox grunted a reply, finding his own prick suddenly lacking inspiration, leaving him hovering there awkwardly as the guy did not take the hint and kept on speaking.

'Cause he's who I think, right? I mean... I'm right, right?'

'The hell you on about, man?' he retorted, wishing for nothing more than the guy to shut the fuck up or at least for his piss to finally come so that he could get out of there.

'You know, the smug little shit? He's Dick Rick, right?' The mere mention of his roommate's ring name and Mox started to tense up, but then the guy added, 'from that porno wrestling website?'

Now he had the sandy blonde's full attention!

'Who's askin'?' he said with a snarl in his tone.

'Just a fan,' the creep replied cryptically, then leaned right into Mox's personal space and why the fuck was his prick suddenly acting like it was empty or blocked or something? 'So I am right? What's the deal then; you two fucking or what?'

'What?' He turned to face the stranger, his expression scary enough to make him back off an inch or two.

'Oh, no offence or anything, dude. I just saw you both and put two and two together.'

'I aint some queer!'

'Ok, ok, I'm sorry.' He turned back to his own stall and Mox hoped that was the end of it. Only it wasn't! 'But he is, right?'

'Far as I could see, he was flirting with some broad the whole night,' Mox bit back, failing miserably to hide the bitter edge to his words.

Oh, come on!' the creep scoffed. 'I know a 'beard' when I see one. I also know a twink when I see one! Those tiny little panties he squeezes himself into, just so he and some dude can get all hot and sweaty with one another, grabbing each other by the-'

Jesus fuck! I'll trade you my soul for just one single drop of piss right now so I can walk out that door! 'Look, man. Plenty of straight dudes do these kind of things. It's only another wrestling gig at the end of the day and it pays the bills.' Maybe, I should take him up on his offer some time seeing as I haven't got two cents to rub together.

'Yeah, yeah, man, whatever,' the guy gave himself a shake and Mox could finally see some light at the end of the tunnel. 'But you know, sometimes all these guys need is a little nudge to step out of the closet, know what I mean?'

No, now piss off! 'Sure guy, whatever you say.'

The creep finally left. The second the door swung shut and he was alone, his dick came to life. 'The hell happened to you?' he muttered down to his anatomy as it began to flow fast and hard, 'get stage fright or something? Jesus...'

But something about that guy in the men's room didn't sit well in his gut and for the rest of the evening he watched him closely. Good thing too, because the creep barely took his eyes off of Shaun the entire time, pretty much ignored the two other guys he was sitting with other than to point across at the wrestler sitting at the bar and whisper in his friend's ear. Once or twice, he even went up to the bar, practically brushed Shaun's shoulder with his own when he ordered his drink but the dark-haired man was too engrossed in his pretty lady friend to even notice and the so-called 'fan' walked away without saying a word.

Yet, the feeling of dread kept gnawing at Mox's gut and when he saw the guy whisper one last time in his friend's ear then get up to leave, he decided to follow him out, keeping a short distance behind him to not betray his intentions. Leaning against the wall outside to light a cigarette, the sandy blonde wrestler watched the creep out the corner of his eye as he walked a few paces down the street then ducked into an alley down the side of the building.

Mox narrowed his eyes, that gnawing in his gut biting in deeper. He dropped his untouched cigarette, squashed it underfoot then headed in the opposite direction, finding to his relief a similar alley down the other side of the nightclub. Carefully, he edged his way through the narrow, shadowy gap, an old familiar tightness in his lungs. The nerves of a pending fight, before the adrenaline had time to hit his system.

Peeking around the corner, he found the guy crouched in the darkest shadows, watching the door to the club like a hawk waiting for a mouse. The anger started blaring against Mox's eardrums right before he stepped out to sneak up on the creep. If he'd only waited a moment longer he would have noticed how the guy's hand was lodged deep into the lapel of his jacket...

'Is it bad?'

Shaun chewed the inside of his cheek, nervously, making Mox fear the worst. 'Take a deep breath,'he instructed.

Mox did as he was told and inhaled deeply, but it all came back straight out again though his gritted teeth when Shaun lifted his arm and tried to thread it through the sleeve of his jacket. His face twisted with agony, his lips turning the air blue until, after a lengthy struggle, his arm was finally freed from his sleeve and his roommate could properly inspect the grisly wound.

'Well?'

Shaun answered with a rush of air whistling through his lips.

'Well?'

'Just a flesh wound,' he answered, the relief shaking in his voice. 'Bullet caught you on your shoulder. Took a decent chunk out though, you'll need to go to the hospital so they can-'

'No!'

'Mox! You've just been shot in the goddamn arm!'

'No hospital. No doctors. I'm already behind on the rent, been eating boxed macaroni for weeks. I can't afford to get slapped with a huge medical bill on top of it all.'

As much as it didn't sit well with Shaun, he could understand the man's logic. He knew Mox had been relying on his paycheck from the show that night, but then the promoter had made some pathetic excuse, saying they would all get their cheques in the mail, which, all wrestlers knew, meant they wouldn't. Or, if by some miracle they did, then they'd just bounce.

'Fine,' he acquiesced. 'Then I'll take you over to Dave's - he could probably stitch you up.' Dave was a medic they knew from the circuit who lived in town. The kind of guy who never asked questions.

'Sounds good,' Moxley said and tried to get up when a firm hand on his chest pushed him back down.

'Nah-nah,' Shaun scolded, shaking his head.

'What? What's the big-' Suddenly, Moxley's snarky comment was murdered dead in his throat, his eyes nearly popping right out of their sockets at the sight of Shaun grabbing the collar of his own shirt and yanking it up over his head.

'I aint havin' you bleeding all over my car,' he explained, bunching the shirt up in his hands and pressing it down on the bloodied crevice. Mox went deathly pale, his whole body rigid as stone. All of a sudden, the pain no longer mattered. All that mattered was that his gorgeous room mate that he'd had a schoolboy crush on for several months now was virtually rubbing his Adonis-like, half-naked torso against him and he could smell the cologne Shaun was wearing, an intoxicating scent that made his eyes flutter with lust and he could feel his breath on his face and his fingers on his shoulder and, oh god, now he was looking right at him with those massive, blue eyes of his.

'So you gonna tell me how exactly you got yourself shot?' Shaun asked, raising a brow at the sandy blonde. Moxley shuffled awkwardly, lips and eyebrows twitching the way they always did when he got a little riled up.

'Got into a fight.'

'Well duh, I figured that much out. You wanna tell me why?'

More shuffling. More twitches. No, no he couldn't tell him. How could he tell him that he'd caught some pervert who'd seen his pornos waiting for him in a dark alley with a gun! The sight still haunted Mox and he couldn't stop imagining what might have happened if he hadn't listened to his gut.

And how could he explain that the thought of anybody hurting Shaun terrified him. Terrified him more than any other horror in the world possibly could and he didn't even really understand it himself because he hadn't lied in that men's room, he wasn't some queer. He wasn't! And even if he was, what did that mean? Didn't that change... everything?

Especially if the man he maybe, sorta, kinda, possibly loved wasn't some queer either? Just some straight guy taking on another wrestling gig to get another pay check?

'Guy was an asshole,' he mumbled out, eventually.

Shaun sighed with exasperation. 'You're an asshole! Now come on, take another breath.'

Getting to his feet sent a shockwave of pain down his whole body but it didn't matter, not when Shaun's arm wound tight around his waist to pull him in close to his warm, and still very much half-naked body. 'Keep applying pressure,' he instructed Mox as they began to hobble their way down the alley.

Before leaving, Mox kicked something away with his boot. A chunk of metal clanked its way into the hidden depths of the shadows. 'What was that?' Shaun asked.

'Nothing,' Mox shot back. 'Let's go.'

Least he'd taken that fucking gun off the creep, least he'd taught him a lesson he'd never forget, even after the bullet had taken a chunk out of his shoulder. Least that bastard would never even think of trying to hurt his roommate again.

For as long as he was here, by Shaun's side, he would do whatever it took to keep him safe.

[labselkie]

pokémon au drabble….. i’ve been having some thoughts

around 1900 words!

An Eelektross sinks its head back into the murky water of the Kalosian sewer. It wasn’t the best place to swim, but it was somewhere, and its slick green skin blended in perfectly with the algae.

It saw its target, and it had to go back and report.

Lucielle Lakes was staring dead straight at her partner Dewott. It stands between her legs, looking right up at her as she sits on the Lumiose street bench. The tree above them casts the already teal otter into a more greenish shade, and it blinks a few times, all before a smile spreads on its snout.

Lucy had blinked first, she lost the game. She a back with her own smile, beginning to laugh. “I’m sorry, buddy!” She chuckled, before helping it hop up to her side.

Dewott grabs onto the shoulder of her sweater vest, its little claws digging into the soft, flower patterned yarn. She had turned her head to rummage through her messenger bag, before pulling out what looked like a small lunch box.

She opened it, and there was Dewott’s prize! Next to a slew of berries were a few Poké Puffs, two matcha and one mocha. The chocolate one was decorated with cream and sprinkles, and Dewott almost immediately grabbed at it.

“Woah! Hey- Slow down!” Lucielle scolds, putting her hand in front of his paws. Her partner scowls, before flexing its claws as she slowly and purposely takes the puff out slowly.

The moment she placed it in his outstretched paws, the dessert was gone in seconds. She smiled, why wouldn’t she? Living in Lumiose city had its cons, but the atmosphere was far from one of those. People of all sorts were walking by, some of their Pokémon tagging along. Colorful buildings towered over the streets, bustling shops lining the floors. The sky was clear, the breeze was cool, everything was perfect.

But there was so, so much more going on. Team Flare failed their mission, Lysandre went missing, they never even properly established themselves. All due to another company rising, Alchemax. They tried to keep their name in good faith, no ideals for wiping out the world, nor irreversible climate change. Just looking into harnessing the natural powers of Pokémon, for the “betterment of humanity,” and… Something else. Something only the Kingpin and a few higher admins knew the full extent of.

An older woman stands less than a block away, her back against a tree that stands as a gateway to one of many labyrinthine alleyways. She stands out among most people, big curly brown hair tied up into a bun, a paisley patterned scarf over a two toned dress, all tied together with a crisp white lab coat. It billows behind her, its vent cut and decorated with a green satin lining. She steps forward, slithering between pedestrians in silence.

Lucielle had perked up, and turned her head when she saw the woman approach. She gave a smile, just thinking the scientist would walk past, even when Dewott flattened its ears in frustration. But she seems a bit worried when the other slows.

“Do I know you?” The older woman says mid-stride, one of her gloved hands tracing the top of the bench.

Lucy just blinked a few times and turned where she sat, as if it took her a second to process an answer. “Me? I’m not sure how anyone could recognize me,” She stammers. “I mean, I was in one of those videos with Sycamore,”

The scientist practically glares down at Lucy, one of her brows rising as her lips curl. “That’s it! Thaaat’s it,” She says, drumming her fingers on the bench before looking down to Dewott instead. The otter’s snout had shifted into a snarl, and Lucielle follows Olivia’s gaze to it. “Lucy, right?”

“Oh! Don’t mind him,” She says quickly, wrapping her arms around him as if he were just a large plush toy. “But yes, yes that’s me! Wait, you were at the lab too, right?”

“Doctor Olivia Octavius, and yes,” She answers, extending a hand to shake. Lucy takes it quickly, a sweet smile on her face.

“A doctor? It’s such a pleasure to meet you! I really wanted to say something to you last weekend, you spoke to the professor, right? Did he give me a good name?”

Olivia has to hold back a small chuckle, and her steely gaze softens as they shake hands. “Come on, the pleasure is all mine. You should’ve heard his praise. For a researcher like myself, it’s always wonderful to see an up and coming graduate.”

Olivia lets go first, and while Lucy seems reluctant, she does as well. Her eyes are locked on the other woman, her sharp features, those striking eyes framed by a large pair of glasses. She has to snap herself out of it once Olivia speaks again.

“Have you been enjoying your research? And how have you been getting by?”

Clearly, the question shocked Lucy, coming from a near stranger.. But Olivia was close to Sycamore, it wasn’t too out of the blue. “Oh! Well, I’ve got a position at a boutique on my street, and, genuinely,” She leans back a bit, “And my research? Wow, just, I could never be happier in a position. There’s something so reassuring seeing just how connected these little guys are to nature, like us connecting to them can bring us closer to, well, everything.”

The doctor nods a few times, before rounding the bench. Her gaze was soft, she’d never seen someone else with such a bright view of the world, and as Lucy pats the Dewott, she can’t help but smile. Lucielle’s partner Pokémon does not seem to appreciate the movement, as the claws of one paw tap the pale pink scallop at his hip. She frowns faintly, and pulls the little guy over her lap and to the other side.

Olivia nods down to the bench, a silent gesture of “May I?” And just as anyone would expect, Lucielle nods quickly and moves her bag. The doctor hums when she flattens her dress to sit, and she smiles at Lucy when she fixes the back of her lab coat.

She opens her mouth to speak, before her eyes widen a little, and she looks away to Prism Tower. If she wanted to do her job, to be “evil”, now was the time. As it grew, Alchemax would need more associates, and as the head scientist, Olivia felt that it was her responsibility. Yet this was the first time she ever felt conflicted. She drapes her arm over the back of the bench, her lips pursing as she thinks. Should she just go out and say it? Invite the lady to the lab, try to employ her right there? But it was odd, she wasn’t used to liking someone… Especially not this quickly, she didn’t want to be horribly blunt about her motives.

She shakes her head, almost unnoticeably, but the faint movement causes Lucy to look back and notice a few strands of violet in that bundle of hair. She crosses her legs and looks over to Lucy.

After a tense moment, Lucielle is the one to talk, her eyes on Dewott, who had been snuggling up into her arm. “Well… How’s your work?”

Olivia’s eyes widen, she was usually the interrogator. She sits up and kicks her boot a little. “It’s good, it’s all good. Not sure why you’d be wondering though.”

Lucielle shrugs. “It’s a neat place, once I get my coastal Pokédex more fleshed out, I’d like to look into working there.”

“Coastal? Why not central first? Are you a beach girl?” Olivia turns to face Lucy more, barely leaning closer to rest under the shade of the tree. She didn’t choose to pry into Lucy’s future, there was a genuine sense of wonder in her voice.

“You can say that, the first Pokémon I ever met was a Corsola… The sweetest little staghorn morph, I think I was five? Not sure, but since then I adored water types.”

Olivia nodded along, nonchalantly fiddling with her gloves. “That’s actually very nice.” She says quietly, before turning to Dewott. “And this darling? How in the world did you come across a shiny?”

Dewott perked up when he heard his name, and Olivia smiled when she saw the otter peek his head over Lucielle’s shoulder. “This little buddy? His egg was a gift from my grandparents, they helped run the daycare down by Camphrier. The original owner moved to Paldea, left a few eggs and a few hundred dollars, guess they didn’t know what was in them.”

As Lucy spoke, her partner sniffed at the air, at the faint metallic smell around Olivia. He steps forward, placing his little paws on one of Lucy’s thighs, leaning closer to the doctor like a curious kitten. Olivia reaches out her hand, barely extending a finger for the Pokémon to sniff it. Lucy laughs a little, and her smile brightens when Dewott actually climbs over her lap to get closer.

“I’m impressed you recognized him! Was it the shells?” Lucy chimes.

“Not really, just the fur,” Olivia answers calmly, before gently stroking the otter’s furry cheek. “I have a shiny partner of my own, it’s beautiful how different each individual can be.”

“You do?! How’d you find them?”

Olivia laughs along, it had been a bit since she actually talked to anyone. “I was around your age, a bit younger, but just out of general college. The lab I interned at was testing the potential of electric types as a power source, and it just so happened that one of them was just a little bit darker than the rest.”

Thankfully, Dewott was warming up to his new friend, and Lucielle tapped her leg on the pavement as she watched the two. She didn’t have anywhere to be that morning, and had no idea where the time went. Not that she was complaining.

“It’s so interesting, isn’t it?” Lucy says after a few seconds of quietly observing.

“I know I’m supposed to ask, so I’ll give you this.. What’s interesting?” Olivia snickers, her eyes narrowing a little.

“How different everyone is, everything. And we all fit in even if we think we don’t.”

The doctor blinks a few times, wiping that smug look off her face. The last thing she expected to hear was this girl spit out some philosophical nonsense, but she nodded, and played along. “And just how do we fit in?”

“We fit together, you helped me have something to do this morning, you gave Dewott those ear scratches he’d been begging for.” The otter makes a small chittering sound as Olivia shifts. “You sounded interested in me, and this was our chance to meet. I’m just glad we took it.”

The doctor brought her hand back, causing Dewott to open his eyes and sit back down on the bench, his tail swishing. “Huh…” She leans her head back, looking into the stark blue sky as her hair cascaded over her back. Although she couldn’t truly forget, her mind was off work for the first time in weeks. “That’s sweet, Lucy. You’re sweet.”

They both smiled, and when Olivia straightened back up, Lucielle responded. “Says you!”

[storiesofaot]

WIP game!! I find it so funny how you name your files, but I love it. So organized.

How about "A Thousand Times Nothing Happened - Zoom" ? It sounds like "A Thousand Times Hange and Levi had Insane Tension But Were Too Emotionally Constipated to Act" and I can always get behind tension.

Thank you so much, @starshower1215 - haha yes, I do my best to keep everything organised 😂

You're actually not too far off! Let me rephrase it a little bit, "A Thousand Times Hange And Levi Acted As Best Friends And That One Time They Had Insane Tension And Didn't" (yours sounded so much cooler, though!).

This oneshot is based on a German song (xD) that randomly came to my attention again, and which I dont even like thaaat much, but my Levihan brain immediately turned the lyrics into an Modern AU fic, oops! Levi and Hange have been friends since they were four years old, and they stayed best friends for the next 24 years until one night changed it all... *dramatic drum roll*

It's going to switch between present time and flashbacks of them growing up together, because that's where the lyrics led me (and I followed). Here's a little snippet from the beginning, with the cursive being the (translated) lyrics of the song:

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You just wanted to pass the time in the evening, and since you didn’t want to go alone, you called me. We were only friends and wanted to stay that way, not in a dream I believed something could happen.

Running a shaky hand over his face, Levi sighed and closed his eyes, listening to the soft click of her bathroom door. Saying that this night had taken an unexpected turn was probably the understatement of the year. Actually, no - of the century, or rather, of his entire life. This was what happened when he ended up agreeing to things he didn’t want to do. He should’ve said no, should’ve explained that it had been a long day at the bookstore, that he was tired and only wanted to lie down and read a little before falling asleep.

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A little snippet from one of the flashback scenes:

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I don’t even know how long we have known each other. Your parents used to go bowling with mine. We stayed at home, you fell asleep in front of the TV. We were like siblings during all those years.

It had all started when Hange moved in with her parents and her older brother at the young age of four, into the house right across the street from where he lived. His mother had insisted on giving her family a little welcome gift and, against his will, had taken him along - his little hand in one of hers and a box of homemade cookies in the other. “If I saw correctly, they have two kids, a girl and a boy. Who knows, maybe you can become friends! Wouldn’t that be great?”

Levi had shaken his head, a deep scowl on his face. He didn’t want a friend; he had his picture books and his mum, what else did he need? The kids at kindergarten were all dumb; they didn’t like playing with him - so why should those two kids be any different?

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And the moment things started to shift:

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Soon, he was nodding along to whatever she was saying, her words all but lost under the pounding bass, and when she laughed, he found himself smiling too. Because it was Hange, and her laugh always made everything feel a little lighter. But tonight, it stirred something different in him - a strange tingle in his stomach as he watched her look at him, nose crinkling, eyes alight with amusement.

(...)

She squinted a little, as if deciding how to answer his question. Or maybe she was just too drunk and trying to refocus her eyes on him. “I’m trying to read you,” she finally replied. “Something’s different about you tonight, and I wanna know what.”

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This story contails probably the most "sensual" writing I have ever done, but it's definitely nothing explicit, the emphasis is more on the emotional connection 😆 And it's also pretty much finished, so I might upload it towards the end of the week! (if everything goes well ha)

Thank you so much for asking, and have a great day/night! 🌙

The WIP tag game 💛

[piggycyberwarrior]

Arcane Characters x reader- when your sick

Summary: How will the arcane characters react when you are sick?

Includes: Ekko, Vi, Caitlyn

a/n: !!Reader is a kind of medic!! and not thaaat sick (just a cold), but its cute

Warnings: no proof, medicine, talking about an amputated leg, fire

Ekko:

You are something like a medic for the firelight

That means you are very important (of course you are)

You help sick people. No matter what age. Children, adults, even your boyfriend. So once you were sick, not only ekko but also everyone else panicked.

The firelights tried not to get huge cuts, burns, and even gunshot wounds on missions, so you could recover in peace.

You were the only one who knew about medicine or how to sew a wound in the right way, you saved many lives so everyone tried to help you. (Even if it was just a cold).

ekko handed over missions to Scar to take care of you. He had learned a few tricks from Vander and Vi when one of them was injured or sick.

He brought you soup or played video games with you in bed

he was hardened to colds so he also lay down with you and tried to get you to fall asleep.... which didn't work so well. The stuffy nose made your head feel weird.

“Did you know that any bookmark worth more than a dollar is a waste of money, because you could just use the dollar?” you asked with your eyes closed when Ekko thought you had finally fallen asleep.

"Gaaah!" he growled annoyed as he threw his pillow on your head. This was now the fourth failed attempt to get you to sleep

"Hey! I'm sick" you grumbled. He stared at you. You stared back. Silence

"are oranges called oranges because they are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange ?"

“Y/n! Sleep! Now!”

even if he tries hard to get you to sleep (and you end up falling asleep during a movie), he still tries to make everything perfect.

 You also try to please everyone when they are injured. Hell you even amputated someone's leg right at a battlefield because one of the Firelights almost died. you were afraid yourself

he would also steal something like chocolate for you or would cut you some fruit (such a dear boy)

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Vi:

vi spoils you like a little child when you are sick.

She does everything for you. 

You want to get a glass of water from the kitchen? Nu uh, she will get it for you!

you would lie in bed all day if it were up to her. You want to eat? She brings you something. You want to reach for the thermometer? She grabs it and takes your temperature.

 You don't actually have to do anything.  Well, almost nothing.

"Cupcake? What is paracetamol? Caitlyn says you should take some when you have a fever," she said as she combed through the many boxes in the cupboard. For being a Medic, you were pretty good with pills and medicine - you had to be.

You stood up and staggered to her, she wanted to object, but you pressed a kiss on her cheek. "I can take care of myself Vi, it's sweet that you do that, but I can go to the bathroom by myself" you giggled at the memory that Vi even wanted to carry you to the bathroom.

"i know.... still I want to do as much for you as I can.... so, what is paracetamol?" "It's a tablet that brings down a fever.... here this is the package."

since then she tries not to be so overcautious. You were right. You could take care of yourself - you are strong.

Still, she tries to take most of it off your hands. You had patched her up when she came home with bloody fists and a swollen cheek too.

"I love you, sweetie." you whispered as Vi helped you change the cold washcloth on your forehead

She briefly stopped what she was doing. Then a smile crept onto her face. She quickly leaned down to you and pressed a small kiss on your lips 

"Vi! You're getting sick!!" She falls on top of you. "I don´t care"  she murmured. 

You sighed. 

“I love you too, cupcake.”

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Caitlyn:

I think she would be a little sad? I’ll explain

She would be sad to see you suffering, staring out the window- you longed to go outside but are too exhausted to get up.

She would try to visit you more often or bring you to her. 

After her shift she would come straight to you (if you were with her she would tell some servant to bring you some soup) 

if you were at your house she would either bring you one or try to cook one herself, most of the time however, the first option. 

You don't let her in your kitchen anymore as she almost set the whole house on fire once...you still make fun of her...(she doesn't say anything because she likes your laughter)

she would ask around, since she hadn't gotten sick that often, what was the best thing to do when you had a fever, what to eat and what not to blah blah blah.

she even borrowed books from the library

At the end of the day she could tell you all about Vitamines and meds as if you didn't already know it.

ahem?????

who was the medic here again?

she brought you tangerines and apples, pears and also tea. 

well she did her job very well in any case 

after you got better she got sick and now you could take care of her

[welcome-to-the-flock]

We searched around the clinic for a while, walking past the staff until we entered a room labeled hydroponics garden. Connected to the hydroponics garden was what appeared to be a staff only break room. We sat down on the break room sofa.

Randy stood there for a second and looked across the ceiling as if he was inspecting it.

Randy: "So..." "Lemmie just..." Randy placed his hands around my neck and took my collar off.

Baxter: "T-thank you!!"

Randy: "I get it, ya know... “ Randy said, pausing to gather his thoughts.

”He didn't always have these infernal little gadgets. And, it took a lotta trial and error to make these things safe.." Randy said with a thousand yard stare.

"So I of all people get ya being scared of these damn things. Be lucky ya only gotta deal with the ones approved for human trials, Haheheh." He said, trying to force a smile.

Baxter: "Since you seemed in charge of the rest of the sheep I assumed you were, I assumed you were fine with what doc was doing." "Why are you so insistent on me going along with his plans? I don't think you fully like him. Is there a reason you keep helping him?"

Randy looked at me baffled and confused, as if I told him the sky was green.

Randy: "I've baa, been helping out on the farm since I was a lamb??? He kinda helped make me??? What am I supposed to do??? RUN AWAY AND LIVE IN THE WOODS?!?!"

Baxter: "Haha, I’d smash his head in if I had to deal with him even half as long as you had to!" I exclaimed half jokingly.

Randy: "???” Randy looked at me like I was crazy.

 "Look I've been helping manage the other sheep for abaa a decade. Baafore thaat I was helping maa with harvesting crops and animal rearing." “I’ve spend my whole life working in this place, I don’t know why yer so surprised thaat I’ve adjusted to the fact thaat ya either ya fall in line with what pops wants, or else.”

Baxter: "Is THAAAT why you thought it was good idea to use a fucking shock collar on me?!" I yelled.

Randy: "Sorry abaa thaat." "I shoulda been more careful abaa what I told ya." He said regretfully.

Baxter: "..." I stared at him waiting for elaboration.

Randy: "It was an accident." Randy said his voice was suffocated by guilt. "The doc doesn't really get, the idea of trying to lead anyone without maniplating or coersing them. And baacause I'm supposed to be in charge of the flock, it kinda just…” He paused lost in thought.

“Activates whenever I tell folks to do something." He said the word activates almost euphemistically.

Baxter: "Its hard to fucking trust someone if you think its okay to use those things to their personal advantage. Thankfully thaat assumption seems not have much truth to it."

Randy: "I don't want to end up actin like doc, and if using his tech made ya think I was being like him, then I'm sorry."

Baxter: "I know… Just please don’t pull thaat shit again okay.” Randy: "I won't."

Randy looked remorseful and guilty, clearly apologetic about earlier.I scooted myself closer to randy and put my hand on his shoulder.

Baxter: "Thank you baa, by the way. It was really nice of you to convince the doctor to give us a brake like this." Randy: "Heh, Well from how ya where reacting to him ya sure as hell needed one!" Randy said as he put his hand over my shoulder trying to comfort me.

I reached my hand on top of randy's head and softly petted it. Randy: "Baaaa!" He cheerfully bleated. "Heheh, I guess ya managed to turn the tabbaa, tabbles on me."

Baxter: "You know even if it was weird, and little embaa, embarrassing. And if I wasn't exactly thinking straight when it happened. I didn't mind the petting all thaat much." I sheepishly stated.

Randy: "Would you mind now?" Randy eagerly asked. Baxter: "Heheheh, I guess not..." I said with smile.

Me and randy sat on the couch as he pet me , While less intensely enjoyable as it felt when deeply under the collars influence it still felt nice. Nice to have my woolly hair played with, Nice to have the back of my neck massaged, nice to have this moment with randy.

After a bit I started laying on randy. Well of course after doing some jenga to find how to do so without stabbing him. He wrapped his arm around me as layed my head and nuzzled it against his, Spending the rest of the half hour we had together cuddling each other and embracing each others company.

After all this time I had managed to calm down. Unfortunately Randy had to remind me of the fact this escape was only temporary.

Randy: "Okay, so..." "Pops is probaably done writing down notes abaa ya." "And if we wait any longer and he's either gonna be angry as wasps nest thaat yer not baack yet, or is plotting world domination. Either way we should come baack baafore things escalate."

Baxter: "I don't have to put the goddamn collar baack on do I?" I said my voice full of dread.

Randy: "Sorry but..." He said trailing off.

Baxter: "Whaat if we make a decoy?!" I begged bargining for a way to avoid what he already viewed as inevitable.

Randy: "There ain't enough time for thaat, and it ain't easy to fool him. Especially abaa his own devices." He said matter of factly.

Baxter: "If I promise to put it baack on right now. You have to promise not to snitch on me for not wearing the collar once we get baack home." I said desperately.

Randy: "Okay just, wear the collar in front of doc. I don't want ya gettin in even more trouble." His throat seemed to tighten, as if he knew this wasn’t something he should be allowing.

Baxter: "Fine." I said trying to tolerate the compromise we’d come to.

[youvereachedthebadend]

Their testimonies should be really helpful, with how close they were to her

“Yeah, they should be able to give details that we don’t even know about,” Jackie agrees. “I’m sure Iris has continued to do bad things while we weren’t around.”

She’s lived a long time, JJ says.

Marvin looks up at the video and frowns. “What do you mean? I guess she does have white hair but that’s clearly cause of some magic shit, not age.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. You didn’t notice?

“Notice what?”

“Yeah, notice what?” Jackie repeats.

Jack, did you notice? JJ asks him.

Jack frowns. “No…” He tilts his head to the side and his eyes widen. “Oh! But Anti did!”

She’s been a Council member for forty years, JJ explains to Jackie and Marvin. But she doesn’t look much older than maybe thirty-five.

“Oh!” Marvin’s eyes widen. “The fuck?”

“Thaaat’s not natural,” Jackie says slowly.

[hunniedmilk]

Thank you so much for your tags ;; it's been fucking forever a minute since I posted anything. so if you wish, this is absolutely a request for some word vomit. and if you don't want to get into it, it's a heartfelt 'ehehe the tags are very nice, thank you' to keep your ask box warm

walks in with a book with like fifteen different annotation stickies I’m so ready pls bear with me if I sound incoherent .. have no clue if this'll be a lot but i'm going 2 put read more just in case ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

i could probably comment on literally every sentence like no exaggeration but i'm like containing the silliness as much as i can as to sound coherent so i just wanna point out small parts i really really like ^^

“Yet there’s a smile that glitters in the corner of his eyes, and as he steps down onto the pebbles he offers you a gloved hand.”

GHJHKL It just makes me explode ,,, I enjoy descriptions of understanding without a character having to verbally express it . It kills me every time regardless because it feels like you can understand the amount of trust between the two characters in the scene . Like in general , it could be an action that can appear like such a small , insignificant detail but you can tell that it means so much more than that and I just adore it so so much ???

“The butler simply… couldn’t let you go just yet. There’s a shimmer of gold in his eyes, a little greed shining through when he thinks of parting from your company.”

Bangs my head against the wall I ALWAYYYS REALLY LOVE IT WHEN PPL MAKE A SLIGHT REMARK ABOUT BARBATOS AND GREED IT’S JUST SOOOOO<333333 IT GETS ME SO EXCITED BECAUSE I START REMEMBERING LIKE THE SMALL REMARKS IN GAME ABOUT HIM RESTRAINING HIS GREED ETC AND HIS CHARACTER SONG . It’s just like so fun seeing different sides of characters expressed it’s just like AHHHH but I digress

The entire scene feels like it’s a moment that’s quiet and reserved away from other people but between the two characters it’s such a loud expression of emotions ,, especially because of Barbatos and how he is as a character too ?? ☆ｏ(＞＜；)○ 

I’m a bit new to the fandom so please bear with me a bit with explanations but I’ve read him as like a character that’s detached from personhood as a result of his profession and when there are moments when he clearly wants to pursue something he holds himself back from indulging into his greed but when it comes to MC he allows himself to finally take . To allow himself to enjoy their presence when they’re finally alone and able to …

SIDENOTE BUT ESPECIALLY SO BC OF HOOOW HARD THE OTHER CAST OF CHARACTERS GET SIDELINED HARD IN GENERAL SOMETIMES ,,, LIKE IN BARBS LATEST BIRTHDAY UR HOW DO U LITERALLY GET DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE IN UR OWN DREAM.. BUT THAAAT’S LIKE AN ENTIRE RAMBLE I’VE HAD FOR A MINUTE AND THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT )))

“Of everyone, he knows keenly how precious your time is.”

Im literally vibrating off the walls rn I cant describe it any better than that and especially the next sentences that follow it ohhhg idk if it literally wasn’t late as hell rn I’d def just print this out n’ scribble a bunch of hearts on this like omg 

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THE ENDING … I am literally pacing I don’t usually enjoy angst all that much and try to avoid it altogether but the way you wrote it I’m like a little crazy actually. like a little bit insane. A humans existence is such a fleeting moment to a demon and it’s like AAAA YOU JUST LIKE FEEL THE TENSION FROM THE PREVIOUS SCENES THEN THE WARMTH FROM THE ENDING IT’S JUST LIKE A BITTERSWEET ?? FEELING THAT MAKES IT SO ENJOYABLE AND IT’S SUCH AN INSTILLING FEELING THAT’S LIKE SOOOO BEAUTIFUL ?? HIM HOLDING THE AIR ??? I sound so insane I just really really get excited when I read that it’s such an infectious feeling but that’s what your writing feels like. I’m not the best at English so I’m hoping this comes off well enough but I feel like the idea of living on in another persons memory despite all the years to come, especially with a demons lifespan IT JUST FEELS SOOO /pos

This is going to sound absolutely cornball cheesy but ur writing style , and I haven’t checked out ur other works yet but , from this alone it reminds me of a nice sweet . Personally I’m thinking of a Mexican dessert as I’m Mexican myself and I enjoy food analogies as compliments but the way you describe your scenes feels like taking a bite out of a concha (insane person rambling but please stick with me) . it’s such a sweet feeling that like , you don’t really forget the first time you experience it ?? I know I’m def going to be giggling abt ur writing for like a fat week honestly . i could probably reread it more than I already have while typing this and still find things to comment on even if it's just a keysmash

idk idk just the way you present scenarios stick so nicely ? It’s just something so handcrafted with love that I can tell that you enjoy what u write ?? I don’t know :,)

IF LIKE ANY OF THIS DOESN’T RLLY SOUND RIGHT LIKE , CHARACTER DESCS ESP OF BARB ive been in this fandom for like not super long so im still info-diving rlly slowly and its so difficult </3 I get so nervous posting stuff but like I wanna get this out of my system SOO bad

Plus I don’t think I could type out any of the info I do know about him in an orderly way lol I’ve tried for months but it ends in so many side tangents in rambles bc I just like his character so much 

I just think he’s such an interesting character y’know ??? There’s so many ways people can interpret a character and when you see other peoples ideas and some of them just HIT like getting all giddy thinking wow this is so cool ,,, I have to eat what I’m reading because there are no words in my lexicon to verbally express how much I love this 

[madkids]

so, how did you guys meet?

willa: i met junsu before i met jakdoo. i was living in the streets at the time... and don’t come at me for that, ok?! i didn’t get out of my house because i wanted to, it wasn’t some disney barbie bullshit of a spoiled girl wanting to know what is like to be poor, it was because i needed to. i had to. i was younger and stupider. and it was never a home anyway, fuck my mom, crazy fucking bitch. after i tried to steal junsu’s wallet, which is a wholesome story i can tell you later, he payed me a sandwich and he said i could stay at his place till i got some work or something. needless to say i never learned to live without him, and he loves me for that!

(junsu screams): i fucking don’t! (willa whispers between giggles): he actually does, fucking gremlin.

willa: and what once started as a one-night stand between junsu and jakdoo actually became a beautiful romance... and i’m in the middle because they help me pay for therapy. JUST KIDDING! i don’t do therapy, that’s for crazy people, duh. so, where i was again? uhh, so, never spoke to my mom again, dyed my hair and changed my name because no one needs to live with a title that doesn’t describe themselves... i’m like prince william when he left the royal family, except i don’t think his mom locked him up in a cage like mine did... but i’m not getting into the gorey details of my mother’s love language, just know that i’m alive because of these two fuckers and i love them very much.

junsu: you don’t love us thaaat much. (he comes into the room licking cake batter from a metal spatula. he offers a lick to willa and she happily takes it.) and it wasn’t like that at all, you pathological liar. i met you at a gas station while you were trying to mugle somebody else, felt sorry for your stinky ass and brought you home. and yeah, jakdoo and i were fucking.

(jakdoo talks loudly from the kitchen): DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT! we weren’t fucking, we were falling in love. junsu: yeah, yeah, falling in love, making love. sure, baby. (jakdoo comes from the kitchen with a colorful apron tied around his waist and the face full of baking flour.) jakdoo: what are you talking about? i want to participate too!!! willa: i was telling the epic story about how we met and how we got together. (jakdoo lets out an emotional sigh and sits down on the couch, in the middle of willa and jakdoo, squeezing them to the sides.) jakdoo: aaww, i remember like it was five years ago... because it was! so i don’t remember much. i have goldfish memory. but junsu was very handsome, still is, and we were sorta dating, and i knew willa lived with him but we never talked much because she’s crazy... willa: i am. jakdoo: ...and when i heard her playing the bass one day, because it was the only thing she brought with her from her mothers’... junsu: can’t believe you carried a bass around town and it never got stolen.. willa: I’D BITE ANYONE WHO TRIED!! jakdoo: ...i thought, oh my, we can play together! and just out of nowhere junsu showed his musical equipment, he’s very good at hiding things and being mysterious so i had no clue! it was the perfect fit! junsu: it was just logical to form a band, like, when you’re this good at what you do, people gotta know. they just deserve to know. jakdoo: and i am very thankful to the universe for bringing us together! (he hugs them with his big arms and smiles wide) yeeey! family!!! willa and junsu (in a more bored tone): familyyy...

[abcdosaka]

I’ve been on a huge manga kick recently if it wasn’t obvious. I recently read searching for my perfect brother. Genuinely I did not expect it to be so good. I read the fan tl last night and then I reread it today (the official). like authors barely disguised fetish aside, it was really really well made and written. and genuinely I don’t even feel I can judge the incestuous aspects of whatever the hell their relationship turned out to be bc it’s not like it wasn’t even acknowledged how fucked it is like it was literally the last line in the manga (aside from the letter). “What does a perfect family look like? I never knew that to begin with.” Like what a gut punch. Despite just how weird both rize and kairi turned out I felt so bad for them like I’m glad they got away with it.

Tbh really similar vibes to fire punch (incest bc of terrible upbringing), oyasumi punpun and killing stalking (murder and strange toxic relationship. I guess fire punch has this too). although I think rize and kairis relationship didn’t end up thaaat toxic in comparison? Like kairi is, imho, really not that bad of a guy. rize is also not that bad of a person either. neither of them really did much that I would consider crossing some sort of line. but that probably says more about me than them lmao. it’s not that I don’t think murder is morally wrong, but killing a rapist POS does not really matter to me in the slightest. Because why not get rid of a guy like him? What does he even do that’s good? Like could Masaki be “redeemed” even though he shows no remorse and has damaged so many lives? if he did show remorse then would it even matter? that might even be how he thought like “I’m so deep in acting like a POS there’s no way I could become a happy member of society that contributes to collective good” not that I would know but if I were him that’s how I’d think. I mean even before he died he seemed like he was just fucked for good no matter what. Idk maybe if they put him in the clockwork orange he’d have a chance

It’s funny though like I’m saying I can’t judge the incest kink aspect bc I get how they got to that point but I can judge masaki for being scum even though I also get how he got to that point? I guess another thing is

1. the incest shit isn’t really hurting anyone (other than maybe themselves like mentally) bc it’s not like they’re actually related whereas masaki hurt so many ppl. Well idk it might hurt their future kids. Mentally.

2. It kinda felt like masaki was making excuses for himself acting like shit whereas rize and kairi just accept that they are strange but if it gets them to be happy and live “righteous” lives then it’s a net positive?

3. I would consider myself against the death penalty or punitive measures in general but I’m totally brushing off kairi murdering him. But overall what reason do I have to say hey that guy shouldn’t have been killed? I guess since my own values kind of inform my response then someone else having different values would also be able to brush off a different crime bc what makes my opinion more important than theirs?

idk. Anyway it was really well done fun to think about and the tension was sustained really well thru the entire thing. It’s great that it was so succinct too

[chipthekeeper]

acolyte ep. 6 commentary because it turns out i do enjoy the sound of my own voice after all

- Not sure how lively this commentary will be for me tonight because I'm fucking tired and I have a fucking headache and my fucking cat….is probably gonna be a dick

- Also I'm still depressed from last week so that's not gonna help. This is probably a preview of how Andor is gonna go season 2. I'm just gonna log on and be depressed every time

- I kinda hope I fall asleep

- (during Previously On) I don't wanna watch this again

- “Unknown planet” great, thank you! You could've just said nothing, that would've….Very helpful

- It really does have Ahch-To vibes though. But those aren't porgs so I'm gonna say nooo…..?

- Aww...I can't tell if it's cute or very ugly

- (Sol getting mad and sad) You gotta bottle that shit up, buddy

- [previously mentioned kitten sits with me and starts purring loudly]

- Does Sol even know that Bazil's still alive and on the ship? [whining at the adorableness] ohhhhh is he gonna fix him? Can they talk to each other???

- Look it's Darth Arms

- Is he gonna get nekked!!!??? Oh my god. The internet is going to love this

- Oh. Wow....

- [perfect Mulan impression] I never want to see a naked man again

- “you should hold your elbow up higher” Oh are you giving batting lessons?

- “you’re wondering if it’d be honorable to kill me like this” Yes, it would be…….It's still justified because you're fucking evil

- “Did you kill Sol?” Uh well, no that's the only one he didn't kill

- “Did you kill Mae?” Okay well, not her either

- When are we gonna go through the ring on Brendok? I wanna see that

- “Give me a couple minutes” hahaha you don’t know how to fix anything

- Mog? 

- Oh great, we're gonna lose a whole 'nother team. Well no, he’s not there anymore jk

- “It was a really long time ago” Hmmmmmmmm

- “Everyone does seem to want you” Weird thing to say

 - I find this all very unsettling

- Yeah get her Bazil, get her! [laughs hysterically] ooohh right in the eyeball!

- DON’T YOU HURT PIP!!! Nooooooooooo. No, no, no, no, n–oh god. I just keep losing……aw, evil Pip…..

- What is with this little bird family?

- “Anger…fear…” Hmm. Heard of them

- Stab him in the faaaaaace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Yeah cut his head off!!!!!!!!

- [distressed sigh] This is some serious R*ylo shit

- We really don't have to go back to Coruscant, I'm fine

- Mog.....

- Oh fuck yeah. She's gonna whip that saber

- “you get nauseous when you travel through hyperspace” [gasps then moans] Oh noooo…Oh I know whyyyy….Ohhhh….Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me see something. Let me see somethinggggg

- (about Pip) “He’s okay now” He’s EVIL NOW [pouts]

- Are they finally gonna have an honest conversation when it's not actually who he thinks it is?

- Wait does he know?....Yep.

- What the fuck? What is happeninggggg? Where you goin’? Back to Brendok???

- Actually get to see a ship land, that was cool. We didn't get to see Vernestra in hyperspace though [fart noise]

- (smash cut to dead jecki) DON’T FUCKIN' SHOW ME THAAAT!!! (i sounded weirdly italian here???? been watching the bear too much??)

- [pathetic whining] Is no one gonna gather them up? I'm so sick of this shit

- [sounds of me shooting the kitten with the spray bottle, followed by delighted chuckling when Vernestra uses her whip] Sick

- If that's the one time we get to watch Vernestra use her lightsaber and we saw it in the fucking trailer, that's upsetting to me. Just to kill a bug. I mean hilarious….but disappointing

- This is upsetting man, what are you doing?.....You’re not seeming like a good guy right now, Sol!!

- Do you mine it (cortosis) right there? No wonder this is an unknown planet

- (Osha puts on the helmet) Can't fucking see nothing…….Okayyy..I'm sure that means something but I don't…I'm too tired to figure out what that is. Bye!

this was a weird one for me, idk

[goweninsane]

Playing that Silent Hill Short Message and I am being dead serious when I say that if I was suicidal and someone was like “hey play this game, I think it might speak to your experience” I would go through with ending it all because I would feel that mocked and unseen. This is a game of shockingly high highs like genuinely a great monster design and some good scares but everything else about it, how it handles its themes and tries to cram in so much without actually understanding any of it, the dogshit writing and phoned in voice acting, the either mind numbingly dumb or overwhelmingly confusing gameplay with no inbetween, the fact that there’s no way in hell a single creative director for this game has ever been a victim of bullying with how poorly they depicted it.

1/10 look at the monster design and you’ll get all the good out of this game you want. Disney would do a better job at a bullying/suicide/abusive parent/depression awareness “don’t be jealous because thaaats baaaaddddd” story. Never in my life have I actually felt personally insulted by a game, like it was made to make fun of any of my lived experiences, and this game changed that. I try to go in with an open mind and be as positive as I can about every game I play but I enjoyed maybe 30 seconds of that game. I’m never getting those two hours of my life back.

[madraleen]

Jujutsu Kaisen s1 anime: A “this anime isn’t quite for me” commentary and Jujutsu Kaisen 0 movie: A “please give me more of this” commentary.

I’m clearly rather conflicted.

Jujutsu Kaisen anime commentary

-Ah, I see. I’m gonna like Megumi a lot, won’t I.

-Give me the Megumi backstory, give me the Nobara backstory.

-Oh, so it’s Gojou-sensei and his three children, okay.

-Oh no, doggie. We barely knew you.

-No offense, but why isn’t Yuuji reacting at his cut off hand? Like at all?

-Mahito... Mahito... I know that voice... (looked it up) Kazuha?!?! Lmao yeah, I definitely know that voice, it lives rent-free in my heart. Appare de gozaru na!

-I don’t think this show is for me, but we’ll see.

-Yuuji doesn’t understand a thing Junpei is saying, and you know what, me too man, me too.

-I don’t understand, to what degree is Yuuji indestructible? He’s full of holes, why is he up and fighting? Is it a Sukuna thing?

-Aw, damn pity tho, I wish Junpei had stayed around.

-I find the structure of the show a bit wonky, ngl. I don’t understand the point of so many things that happen, the fights don’t excite me, and I’m not forming emotional ties with anyone or anything. And *hides head in hands* I’m not vibing with the music, gasp.

-Is human Mechamaru’s design a Makoto Shishio reference?

-I want to knock blondie off that broom.

-I want to see more of Inumaki fighting.

-Hee, it was cool how Yuuji and Toudou fell from the sky to help Megumi and Maki. That was cool, you have my attention.

-I like this fight of Yuuji and Toudou VS Hanami.

-Gojou-sensei without the blindfold reminds me of a cursed angel. I don’t know why. I don’t know if I’m referencing something that I have no recollection of, or if he just feels like that.

-Oooh, I like Hollow Purple.

-Eyy, a Megumi Domain Expansion, whee!

-How did these people discover their specific techniques in the first place? ‘Cause they’re very specific.

-So thaaat’s Jujutsu Kaisen.

Jujutsu Kaisen 0 movie commentary

-Wth, do the higher-ups just want to execute everyone from the get-go

-Ooh, I’m liking this, I’m liking this.

-Rika-chan is terrifying!

-Yeess, this has emotional depthhh

-More of Inumaki too, yay!

-I like Yuuta so much more than Yuuji.

-He likes setting dates, Getou sure does.

-It’s so much more stylish!

-How am I enjoying this so much more than the anime

-A Gojou-sensei actual extended fight, yeah!

-Wait, but Getou is in s1, so he didn’t die?

-Wait, I want more of this! Will there be more of this in s2? I wanna see Yuuta now, and if he found his place and his own convictions!

-Wait, no, for me, this movie >>>>> the anime.

-If the manga was Yuuta-centric, I’d actually legit read it.

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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urbanwyatt My drinking partner for life! Little thing is a savage though. When I’m ready to leave, she’s just getting started 😅

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cozane she’s annoying

claybornharlow I get scared with you two together

yourusername It’s the Mexican in me 😛🤭 lol y’all just can’t hang that’s why.

druski2funnny No I think y’all just alcoholics

urbanwyatt man fuck you 🤣

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yourusername Trying to get on his level with these bedroom fits 💥

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urbanwyatt 😝😝😝

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yourusername Stop being mean to me for the internet when in real life you can’t live without me.

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jackharlow Wait THATS what it means 😭

yourbestiename How did you guys not know that’s what those emojis mean for them? 💀

hatinguser So maybe now you can give him some fashion sense. Some outfits aren’t it.

yourusername My man’s style is very much fine as it is, thank you very muchhhhh. That’s why I love him, he dresses me sometimes.

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[germvity]

leon kennedy x reader // drunk puppy

chris drags leon through to your apartment after a night of drinking, and being the mess he is, leon wants your attention.

reader gender: female

genre: fluff with smut

tags: heavy drinking, reader helping leon get sober, clingy behaviour, chris is done with leons shit 😭

warnings: drinking/alcohol, the nickname puppy used for leon, smut, leon being horni and going to horni jail, swearing, thigh riding (giving), femdom, leon giving me hard switch energy 😭✋, calling someone mommy/mommy kink

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three loud bangs interrupt your alone time and you jump, almost dropping your phone on the hardwood floor. "y/n!" a loud, familiar voice calls, and it sounds pissed. you swing the door open to see chris holding leon by the scruff of his jacket, and your boyfriend's cheeks are flushed red as he beams at you. "take him. i'm done with his constant whining about wanting to see you." chris deadpans, shoving your pretty blonde boy into your arms. "y/n..!" leon slurs, nuzzling up into your neck. "oh, chris!" you call before he walks off. "what?" the man stops suddenly and looks at you over his shoulder. "thanks for taking care of him." you smile at your friend, and he sighs grumpily. "sure, just get him sober and take care of him." chris replies, a soft smile on his face.

the apartment door closes behind you as you guide leon to the couch, but the blonde isn't making it easy. "y/n, i missed you sooooo much." he mumbles into your skin, arms tight around your waist as he takes in your scent. "you've only been gone for a few hours, lovely." you remind him, and he pouts at you as you push him on the couch. "don't call me thaaat!" leon cries, and you roll your eyes. "oh? what do you want me to call you then?" you fold your arms as you watch his curious face. it's as if you could see his brain ticking as he thinks. "the other one." he finally replies, big blue eyes looking back up at you. "baby?" you try, and he sticks his bottom lip out at you. "noooo.. the other other one!" your boyfriend whines, his drunken state slumping back on the couch. "how about... darling?"

"no... the nice one." leon huffs, his boot scraping at the hardwood like an upset child being made to sit in timeout. you hum in thought, sauntering to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. "where are you going?" he calls after you, about to get up until you respond. "getting you a drink to sober you up, puppy." you call back. "that's it!" your boyfriend yells and you almost drop the glass. "baby, what's-?" you get cut off by your boyfriend's voice. "that's the one! you said it!" he beams up at you. "puppy?" you test, and leon nods happily. "you like being called puppy?" you tease, pressing the glass into his hands. "yeah." the blonde sips the drink and cringes at the bland taste. "ahh.." he whimpers quietly, holding the glass away like a fussy child. "you need to keep drinking it to feel better, puppy." you say softly, sitting beside him on the couch. leon lets out a big huff, but drinks the water anyway. you smile when he finishes it, placing the empty glass on the floor and kicking his boots off.

"hmmm, y/n?" leon mumbles, and you hum as you look over at him. "can we cuddle, pleeeease??" he draws out, giving you his best puppy eyes. "c'mere then." you smile, offering him your arm so he could lay on your chest. leon clambers over you and flops down on top of you, gripping your shirt with his fingers. "mmmm.. thank you." he whispers, and you wrap your arms tightly around him. "no problem, puppy." you smile, kissing his head softly. "fuck... i love it when you call me that." leon admits again, voice barely above a whisper as he nuzzles into your chest. you comb your fingers through his soft hair, scratching at his scalp affectionately as you chuckle softly. "yeah? you like being my puppy?" you smile at his reaction, the way he seizes up and shudders at your words. "yeah." leon replies, hiding his blush in your chest. "speak up, puppy." you tease, moving your hand from his scalp to his face so he could look at you. "hnn." his eyes flicker away but the light tap of your finger on his cheek brings him back to you. "c'mon, tell me what you like." you continue. "i... like when you call me that." leon's cheeks are so red you can't help but giggle. "call you what? i call you many things." your thumb rubs his bottom lip gently. "i.. i like being your... i.." he stammers, eyes looking anywhere but you. "haha. alright, puppy. relax, i'm only teasing." you smile, giving him a gentle kiss.

"fuck, y/n you don't know what that does to me..." leon whimpers, hazy, drunk eyes fluttering closed. "my puppy.." you smile, gently rubbing his cheek as his eyebrows furrow. "stop..." the blonde's voice cracks slightly and you grin. "what's wrong, puppy?" you whisper to him. "y/n..." his breath is shuddery as he tightens his grip on your shirt. "puuuppyyy." you drawl out, your other hand cups his other cheek as you now hold his face with both hands. leon whimpers, hips catching on your thigh as he lets out a soft sigh. "damn, i knew this would get a rise out of you but wow. you really do like this, don't you? puppy?" you tease, and his blue eyes find yours. "fuck..." he whimpers, moving to nuzzle into your neck. "aww, puppy. you getting all worked up?" you continue, running your hand down his spine affectionately. "y/n..." he whispers, giving your thigh another hump, yet this time more shyly. "go on, puppy. you can do it." you straighten your leg for him, letting him find a steady pace against your leg. leon lets out a soft moan that vibrates against your neck, and you give his jaw a soft kiss to encourage him to keep going.

leon gasps against your neck, whimpering into your skin as his clothed dick grinds against your thigh. "aww, puppy. is that good?" you kiss his pulse softly, and leon's breath audibly hitches in his throat. "oh, my pretty puppy looks so puppy like this." you whisper into his ear, enjoying how he reacted. "c-can i please cum??" leon moans, pulling on your shirt so he could nuzzle closer. "so soon?" you tease, pretending to think. "please mommy, i've been good." he begs, hips speeding up a little. "fine, but only because you've asked so politely." you laugh, giving his ear a soft kiss as he keens with a mantra of thank you's. "come on, puppy, cum on mommy's leg." you grin, loving leon's moans and whimpers as his hips stutter then stop with a loud whine.

gently rubbing his back, you spoil leon with praise, and he absorbed all your words happily. "c'mon puppy, let's get you clean and get you to bed." you smile, sitting up with the blonde in your lap. "but-" he tries to start, but you cut him off with a playful "ah ah ah." which affectively hushes him. "come on, shower time." you smile, helping your boyfriend stand. before he went into police training you could of carried his scrawny ass to the shower, but now he's been working out and eating more healthy you couldn't scoop him up as easily which this leon, the needy sub kind, hated.

leon pouts, trying to get you to hold him but your much weaker arms couldn't manage. "puppy, c'mon. use your legs for mommy." you roll your eyes as he huffs stubbornly, nuzzling into your neck. "don't wanna." he pouts into your skin. "leon." you warn, and he whines softly at the tone. "i don't wanna..!" he cries and you roll your eyes. "fine, but if i drop you it's your own fault." you give in, knowing he's too stubborn to do anything in this still drunk and needy mindset.

your boyfriend gives a drunken giggle, wrapping his arms around your neck as you pull his legs around your waist. "you're not my little baby anymore, you're actually quite heavy." you remind him, but leon ignores you, happily kissing your neck up as you slowly carry him to the bathroom. "fuck puppy, c'mon let go." you wheeze as you manage to haul his ass onto the counter. leon pouts as he lets go of your neck, watching you leave to get some towels and clean clothes before turning the shower on for him. "c'mon, leon. this should sober you up." you smile, gesturing for him to come to you.

leon jumps off the counter and stumbles into you arms. "hi." your boyfriend giggles, kissing you softly. "do i have to undress you too?" you ask, joking, but he nods. "damn it.. you're lucky i love you, puppy." you sigh, tugging his jacket off and grabbing the hem of his shirt as he raises his arms for you to strip him off his shirt. "thank youuu..~" leon purrs, giving you a soft kiss as you help him out his pants and cum stained boxers. you go to leave to give your lover privacy, but he snatches your wrist with his damn puppy eyes. "stay? i don't wanna be alone." leon's bottom lip sticks out at you and you sigh. "fine, i'll stay with you but i'm not getting in." you reply, stepping back into the bathroom.

you sit on the counter as you wait for leon to sober up. eventually, leon sighs, turns the shower off and gets out. you toss him the towel you got for him and he mumbles a small thank you. "you feel better?" you ask as he dries himself off. "yeah. thanks for putting up with me." leon avoids your eyes, cheeks flushing red and this time not from alcohol. you laugh at his embarrassed look, getting down from the counter to give him a soft kiss. "i love you." you smile, helping him pull his shirt on. "i love you too." leon smiles, kissing you again. you give him one last kiss before heading through to the bedroom to get ready for bed.

settling was easy, and you wait for your boyfriend to get into bed with you. eventually, his side of the bed dips and he cuddles up to you. "i love you." leon mumbles into your ear, kissing behind your ear affectionately. "i love you too, puppy." you grin, rolling over to coddle him and flutter soft kisses onto his face. "stop..." leon blushes, going to turn away from you. "what? i thought you liked being called puppy." you continue to tease, kissing him lovingly. leon sighs, "i'm not gonna live this down, am i?" your boyfriend mumbles as he leans his forehead against yours. "nope. i love you." you giggle as the two of you settle. "i love you more."