#i rage redid my whole living room just to have something else to put angry energy into

[lovelesswiki]

sometimes when my job is running me ragged and im pissed at my boss, i block out some time purely to think about loveless on the clock and then i feel better because i forced a major corporation to pay me for Loveless Brainrot Time. i am very normal.

[frightknights-n-monstergirls]

Don’t Touch My Stuff!- A Edward Nigma oneshot

This isn’t as romantical as you all probably want. But I thought of how it would be like to have Eddie in a house with you. And I bet most of you have messy rooms!

Warnings: Arguing, no romance, friendship, roommates

“Eddie,” You call out once you enter your home with your hands full with bags, “I bought some take out. I even got those weird cabbage things you like so much.” You set your purse down careful not to accidentally throw the food.

“In the kitchen!” Eddie shouts back followed by clanking sounds. He is always going something around the house, either it was beneficial for you both or just to drive you up the walls. Then again this is what you get for rooming in with a reformed criminal with severe OCD. You never did like anyone messing with your things, you had an order that you could easily follow, no logic attached. This really did not sit well with Eddie, he liked a sort of balance in the way he did things, logical and clean. So you agreed to have Eddie do as he wished so long as it didn’t interfere with you.

 You are tired from a long day of work. You thought can’t possibly out up with anymore surprises today. Of course, you are proven wrong. Your stuff is now in places you knew you didn’t have there before. Your couch is in the middle of the room facing the TV, no longer up against the wall. Instead it has a shelf that you had in your closet for a year that your never put up. All your movies and CDs are now neatly organized by genre in the shelf. Your shoe cabby no longer holds shoes but all your game consoles. Heck, where are your shoes? With a gasp, you place the food on the couch and run to your room praying that Edward wouldn’t dare…

He did. He went through your room. No longer is there clothes on the floor, or anywhere else. Your bed is made, your desk free from clutter, your shoes in a proper shoe rack. Edward freaking Nigma cleaned your room. Honestly, you are at a loss of emotions, you have no idea how you should feel. A part of you is quite flattered that Eddie would clean your room for you, but a raging wave came crushing it down. He violated your space, he went through your room without consent and broke the one rule you both agreed to: Do NOT enter anyone’s living quarters without permission.

“Do you like it?” Eddie’s voice brought you back from wallowing in anger. You turn to find him leaning on the threshold with a proud smile on his face. You wanna punch it. “I figured that the place could use a sprucing. You know, tidying up.”

“Tidying up?” You question with your jaw set in an angular place, “This is tidying up to you? You completely redid the whole place!”

“It needed to be organized, in a way for it to function properly!” He frowns not liking your tone, his green eyes clouding up with hurt.

“You cleaned my room!” You growl finally getting to what is bothering you the most, “You went through my stuff!”

“It was filthy in here!” Edward reasons baring his pearly white teeth, the bridge of his nose rippled lightly in a small snarl, “You should be thanking me for even attempting to go in that pig pin of a room!”

“Excuse me?! No one said you had to do it, you OCD loony!”

Edward’s face is slowly growing red, your cheeks got full of hot air, until you both blew up at each other. None of you could make out what you were saying, your words just mashing together to make loud angry noise. The bout ends with panting, Eddie hunches a bit seemingly out of breath as you try to regulate your breathing in big gulps of air. Eddie straightens out placing his hands at the small of his back, chest slowly puffing out before letting it go.

“So,” He breathes out, you look at him waiting for some belittling retort, “You got me cabbage rolls?”

You see a playful smirk on his lips making your face break into a small smile, “Yea, that’s your reward for cleaning up the place.”

Eddie nods a cheesy grin plastered on, “Is that a ‘Thank you, Eddie, for cleaning my dump of a home’?”

You push him out of your room shaking your head lightly with a chuckle, “Don’t push your luck, Nigma.”

[midnight-moonlight-and-mars]

All for, and only, you.

Sorry I haven't posted but honestly for being away so long this is pretty sloppy. It was written 2 in the morning on high anxiety so my apologies if it's bad. I suck at smut btw so that's terrible too.... There's not much detail into it and it's not very exciting so just try your best to get through it...

Requested: tag at the bottom

Warnings: Light smut

A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! I WILL TRY TO ANSWER ALL ASKS AND OR MESSAGES ASAP!!

It has so far been three years since Y/N has known and been friends with the last envoy. Through those years you have fought together as an unstoppable force. Y/N was well trained and knew how to hold her own if it would ever come to. Although she wasn’t an envoy, she could still make the cut.

Although they were just friends, Kovacs had a soft spot for Y/N. Her tender heart has always so kind and caring to everyone, and when they met, the first year she never even raised her voice at him or anyone. She was almost too nice for Kovacs’ comfort.

But the one mission where that all changed, Kovacs ran into an old friend, Layla who was more of a bitch than a friend, who was just giving the two the runaround than actually helping on their latest mission. They of course had a “history” together and Kovacs let her in on a mission. Which secretly hit a nerve with Y/N.

Y/N just had a bad feeling about her, and couldn’t put her finger on it. Layla was pretty and smart, but almost too willing and eager to help on the mission after years of not even thinking about or speaking to Tak. It was just too convenient and perfectly matched.

Not to mention it made Y/N’s skin itch when they flirted with each other right in front of her. But that was obviously something completely unrelated...

“Are you sure we can trust her? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that your friend is back and wants to help but this whole thing just seems a bit off… ya know?” Y/N said questioning Tak’s decision making for the past few days when it came to her.

“She’s the only lead we got,” Tak said matter of factly. “If she fucks this up you know I can handle whatever it is because she’s my responsibility. She knows better than to do something stupid because I’ll kill her.” Tak said with a sweet sarcastic that was just irresistible sometimes Y/N had no choice but to trust him.

Since they had worked together before, Kovacs wanted you to stay behind just to be safe because it was a simple in and out. So you were waiting for them to come back at the Raven Hotel. Not being there with him had her in a panic, but you knew he could handle himself.

When the doors burst open revealing Kovacs and Layla. Not only was Kovacs bruised and bleeding, but his lady friend didn’t have a scratch on her to be seen. Matter of fact, it looked like she redid her makeup on the way over.

Y/N rushed to Kovacs’ side in a panic grabbing him from under his shoulder and bringing him to the couch to get patched up. Layla ran to his side with fake tears and worry.

“What the hell happened??” Y/N nearly snapped at Layla as Tak went in and out of consciousness.

“I don’t know! We separated for a minute and then there was an explosion and I got to him as fast as I could.” Layla said stuttering over her words like a child making up excuses. She knew something and Y/N could just feel it. And the fact Tak got hurt in the process just made the hatred for Layla over the top and her anger even stronger.

“What do you mean you separated?” Y/N her voice going down an octave as the suppressed rage started to rise.

“We just-... I wanted to-...” Layla stumbled

“YOU DON’T SEPARATE EVER! IT WAS AN IN AND OUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE QUICK AND STEADFAST MISSION AND BECAUSE YOU’RE AN IDIOT TAK IS HURT!!” Y/N boomed throughout the hotel. By now her face was red and tears began to rim her eyes but they wouldn’t dare fall, at least not yet. Layla stood there stunned, and it wasn’t just her either. Poe and Vernon were now at the scene. Realizing what she did for the first time in forever Y/N almost felt relieved, but she still didn’t want to lose focus on what was at hand.

Y/N stabilized Tak enough to where he could sleep the rest off and take some meds Poe brought in the morning. Vernon agreed to check in on him every once in a while and would let her know when he woke up.

Now it was just Y/N and Layla.

Layla never said a word after what Y/N said. She stood off to the side wanting to help, but almost afraid to make her angry again. She remembered Kovacs saying that Y/N never have really gotten angry before, and so she kept her distance not knowing if she could react normally for which no else knew how to.

“What exactly happened? And I want the truth not another one of your lies that you fed me earlier.” Y/N said finally breaking the tension thick silence that filled the room

“I - I… I was trying to find a stack that belonged to someone important and worth a lot of money. I needed to pay off a debt owed to a guy in New York and I thought had the mission practically done so I took a detour and looked for it in a safe not too far away and when I tried to crack it open…”

“It triggered a trap…” Y/N finished her sentence trying not to slit her throat open.

“Yeah..” Layla said shamefully. “I didn’t know alright! The mission was over and I thought I could just treat myself to some of the loot they had stored away…”

“Which set off multiple bombs around the block killing innocents in nearby streets and apartments.” Y/N and Layla turned to see Tak standing in the doorway limping down the small set of stairs in the main hall.

“I think you need to leave before I kill you myself. Not to mention I have the police searching your apartment.” Y/N said with a smile. Being bad never felt so good.

Layla looked to Tak looking for reassurance or a second chance but he didn’t even make eye contact. She bowed her head in disappointment and stormed off into the darkness.

As soon as she left Tak laughed. “You called the police on her? I would have never guessed you were capable”

Y/N didn’t respond at first. She got lost in her own mind. Her anger was peaked for the last 24 hours you were starting to wind down which left her in haze. Y/N wasn’t used to it to the point it made her feel sick inside. And then her otherside finally came through and it had suddenly hit her all at once.

She nearly lost Takeshi, and she wasn’t there. The thought of it just brought her to tears. It hit so hard like a truck that it caught in her throat and she choked.

Tak noticing her silence reached for her shoulder to turn her around only to meet a face brimmed with tears and her figure shaking with anxiety.

“Hey hey what’s wrong?” He spoke pulling her close. Tak has honestly seen Y/N cry this badly before… It kind of scared him.

But Y/N pulled away wiping her tears and shifted gears almost immediately. “You almost died yesterday what the hell are you doing up walking around?!” she said with a slight shove to the shoulder.

Tak laughed at this. “Relax I feel fine thanks to you. And the way you totally raged on her over me earlier was pretty sexy. Let’s talk about that instead” He said stepping closer into her personal space with a deliciously evil grin.

“I didn’t want- I don’t want to lose you. That was way too close…” Y/N said trailing off almost in a whisper but she knew he heard and understood the truth behind her words. And he drew closer...

“I know…” he said closing the little distance between them and pressing his body against hers which caused to let out a soft moan in response.

Not long after the sweetness turned into a hunger that Y/N didn’t even know existed.Kovacs carried her to his bed where she turned him over on his back and turned up the heat. The kisses became deeper, the touches and hold on each other’s bodies became tighter, and the rhythm became rougher but it wasn’t sloppy. She dug her nails into his skin as the climax reached a tipping point and the world stopped spinning for just moment, enough for her to feel every nerve in her body to feel a surge of numbness and pleasure washed over her.

By the end of the night, their bodies were entangled in each other and with the sheets, and the morning she would definitely be sore.

Y/N imagined a life without Tak and what she would do without him. She would have never had such an exciting life and done so many things to help all those people. Y/N realized she didn’t want the perfect life that was offered to her. She knew that this was all that she needed. He was all she needed.

Everything Y/N had done before was for him. All of it. Not once did she think for herself because Takeshi was a huge part of her she couldn’t live without.

Looking up at him one last time, wrapped in his arms, she watched him sleep peacefully in the moonlight. Smiling to herself, and that one thought that crossed her mind every time she saw his face. “All for you. Only you.”

@aomi-nabi