#him saying he wants to die like cmon man

[miami2k17]

i genuinely did enjoy ofmd in the end but killing izzy was so fucked up man. u cant spend 8 episodes giving someone that kind of beautiful character development and then just kill him with an offhand random gunshot. or at all. it's giving 15 seasons just to die on a rusty nail

[stuffedsand]

innocent voting kazui every day is not enough i need a gun

[spyder-junkie]

Hobie brown x female reader (smut/fluff) who's self conscious of their weight and hobies like just sit on my faces and the reader responds with what if I crush you and his responds is love if you crush me to death I'll die a happy man .

Also if you don't mind adding self harm scars to the thighs I'm extremely self conscious of mine and would love so comfort for them if you don't feel comfortable I fully understand .

Thanks I love your work so much

HOBIE BROWN NSFW

“Just sit, aint gonna hurt me.” Hobie mumbled, giving your thighs an affectionate squeeze.

You looked over at him, completely naked and sitting on his lap.

“Hobie I dont know…” You mumbled, looking off to the side with your lip between your teeth.

“I dont want to crush you.”

“Look at me.” He says, tucking his finger under you chin and making you catch his eye.

“There aint a death I’d be happier to go by.” He smirks.

Slowly he began leaning back, tugging at your hips and bringing you further up his chest.

“Okay, but let me know if I should stop, you say wearily.

“ ‘course” he mumbles, watching intently as your pussy hovers over his face.

His nimble fingers run over the scars on your thighs warmly, he leans to the side, pressing soft kisses to them.

“Cmon sweetheart, I got you.” He says, lowering you onto his face.

The first flick of his tongue is warm, his lips coming up to wrap around your clit. His arms hold your hips down, your full weight being supported by his face.

He glides his tongue over your slit, groaning at the taste on his mouth. Hobie’s fingers grab the globes of you ass, pushing your pussy further into his mouth.

Your hands grip the sections of his hair, pushing your hips into his face as his tongue flexes in and out of your tight hole. Hobie moans, taking sparse breaths as his nose bumps your clit. His eyes are low was he watches your mouth fall open, rhythm getting sporadic.

He lets you ride out your orgasm, holding you down and licking you clean. When you get up he takes a deep hurried breath, chin and nose wet and sticky. He smiles at you.

“Im still kickin’ aint I?”

[spdrvyn]

hii i love your fics! may i request miguel being jealous because reader gives meows morales too much attention? (cmon man the lil guy is so cute)

the right to be jealous — MIGUEL O'HARA

☆ miguel loathes the fact that he's jealous of a cat, therefore he tries to do something about it.

fluff. jealous miguel. this ask is literally so cute... i wish whoever sent me this a very good day because wow it's so?!!!?! anyway, hi! i'm alive, school has been kicking me in the ass so this is a bit overdue, enjoy anyway ^_^

Your relationship with Miguel started off strong, everything went perfectly. Date nights, missions, and all. He felt so elated, that for once, something in his life went in the right direction, and he didn't feel like it was an error or glitch in the matrix.

He thought that you were absolutely flawless too, you had good looks, a personality that aligns with his so well, not to mention that you were endlessly patient with him. It was a quality that he'd forever be grateful, this relationship was something that he'd forever be grateful for.

... So why was he getting jealous over a cat?

"Look at you, aren't you the cutest, most handsome thing ever?" you cooed at the feline, grazing your fingers over the cat's belly, and it purrs in your grasp which causes you to squeal. "I can't believe that grumpy over there hasn't told me about you!"

I had a good reason, he wanted to say, but whatever. It was fine, everything was fine, and he could handle it. However, the scowl that permanently rested on his features deepened, you pick up on it and chuckle. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," he grumbles, turning so that his back faces you. It's not that he had an issue with the cat, it's just that all of those kisses, those compliments, and more could be going to him instead. Did he feel selfish for it? Absolutely. Would he stop feeling this way? Absolutely not.

"Miguel..." Oh no. He knew what that tone meant, bringing the palm of his hand to his face, he groans lowly before you're slinging Meows over his shoulder. "Come on, what did Meows Morales do to you, huh?"

He doesn't respond, doesn't even bother to look at you. His fingers pad along his screens and bringing files that haven't been opened up in years, he just wants to look like he's doing something but in truth, he's trying to escape your ruthless teasing.

"You're very cute when you pout, you know?" It sends a shudder up his spine, normally Miguel was very resistant with praise and let's not forget the tiny animal that's rubbing up his cheek and purring.

But when it came to you, the way that the words rolled off of your tongue, the way you looked at him, he could feel it to his very core and his heart was just so full. You could kill him with praise alone and he would die a happy man.

"And your hair," He's about to question the loss of Meows on his shoulder until you suddenly tangle your fingers at the top of his head and fix any fallen strands, pushing back his hair a little. "I think it suits you very well, you always look handsome. Even when you don't try."

Miguel's heart isn't beating as loud as a drum anymore, at this point it's the whole band. Melodious tunes that sing from the deep parts of his soul and they sing for you, his breath hitches when you slide your hand down to cup his cheek and make him properly face you.

"Hey," is all you say, yet it drives him mad.

He grabs your wrist, pushing your body up against his desk as he pins you down. Your faces are merely inches away from each other, but he leans in even closer, and you can feel his breath against your ear. "You have no idea what you do to me."

He pulls back from the crevice of your neck but still keeps that closeness, his eyes dart to your lips then back up to, and he's just about to absolutely devour you until you push your palms flat up against his chest and he stops.

"Wait," You exhale with shaky breaths, "The cat's still here."

From the corner of his eyes, he catches sight of Meows on his desk in some sort of tucked in position. He sighs before scooping him up in his arms, muttering some Spanish phrases under his breath but you can't even tell if they're meant in offense or not.

He carefully tosses him off of the platform with a huff, standing back up to full height and finally being able to direct his full attention to you. "Now,"

"Where were we?"

[tsukiboo]

bungou stray dogs (random) nsfw hcs

bc i finished season 4 and DAMN that shit was good it fired me up, so here’s some like little thoughts i had on these characters, PLS LMK IF U WANT MORE (i did nawt proof read this forgive me)

dazai

mannn lemme tell you. he LOVES being praised. especially when he’s eating you out, the combination of you telling him how good he’s doing with the tight grip you have in his hair? this man could die right then and there.

chuuya

let’s be real, this man loves degrading you LIKE CMON?! if we took it a step further he likes to see you cry too, but that’s another topic for another day.. ANYWAYS he loves seeing how you squirm and react to his words, he swears he means them with love but sometimes he can be a lil mean sometimes — “ you’re such a greedy plaything— all that pretty little brain knows how to do is bounce on my dick, huh?” his hands resting behind his head, showing no intent of helping at all— “fine then, do what you do best slut”

fukuzawa

absolute menace at pussy eating man. this man will have you BEGGING for him to stop because he wants to make sure you have your fill and then some. his favorite position is when he has you sat on his face with his arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place with no where to go. he honestly doesn’t mean to make you cry (bc he lowkey hates seeing you cry) but he always gets too carried away w/o realizing it:(

michizo (my fav omg)

this boy always acts tough n shit but little does the port mafia know he is a SIMPPP for you. every delicate little touch you give him, every simple kiss on his jaw, his neck, his chest he’s completely putty in your hands. and not mention this poor boy is a whiny MESSSS when you give him head , saying shit like — “y-you feel so good” (his hand always squeezing the thing closest to him because he doesn’t wanna ruin your rhythm) “please make me cum” AND ITS SO CUTE EVERYTIME

fyodor

sadist. thats it that’s the message

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Remember

zombie! ghost x immune! reader

tw: gore, violence, death, heartache

inspired by remember you from adventure time

it had been exactly 574 days since the infection started, 365 days since the military fell, and 3 days since you and simon were bit in an attempt to find supplies and shelter, there was nothing you two couldve done no amout of strength or bullets was gonna take down that entire hoard. Your surprised that you and simon even got out with just a bite, you were sure that you were gonna be torn apart and eaten just like you watched your friends be.

"Cmon si just a little longer" you wheeze tired from dragging his deadweight body "were almost there im sure theyll have a cure" you repeated that yourself everytime you felt like giving up and just putting simon down, all you got in reply was a guttral groan from the undead man you had kept on a chain for his safety and yours

You huffed and sat down against a tree staring across the way at Simon who stared at you jaw hanging loosely from where he broke it to prevent himself from biting anyone, milky eyes unblinking "do you even remember me simon" you sigh staring into his cloudy eyes "do you remember the note you left? before you slipped away that night" you dug around you pack Simons eyes following your every movement as you quickly retrieve the note holding it with shaking hands

"Love is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world? That must be so confusing for a rookie like you" you read choking up a bit "And I know you're going to need me here with you, But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too" you stand up and shove the note into his chest hoping for anything, for some type of response to show you that your simon was still there that he wasnt just a walking husk of the man you love "This virus keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy, and I need to save you, but who's going to save me?" you couldnt help but slam your fist into his chest over and over only earning a snarl and groan in return "i wouldve saved you Simon, i wouldve ripped apart the world if it meant you were immune just like me".

you continued reading "Please forgive me for whatever I do. When I don't remember you" you sobbed soflty griping onto simons tactical vest trying to ground yourself in reality "f....forgive.." is all you heard thinking for sure you were hallucinating it couldnt be Simons voice "f....forgive' he repeated looking down at you.

You hiccuped shaking a bit but continued reading "Love, I can feel myself slipping away, I can't remember what it made me say" you remembered that day the day after simon got bit and the fever was settling in causing him to be delirious saying disturbing and violent stuff just to try to get you to leave him to die not wanting you to remember him as a husk ,"But I remember that I saw you frown, I swear it wasn't me, it was the virus" you clung to him even though you knew he couldnt wrap his arms around you or share the same emotions anymore "please forgive me for whatever i do, when i dont remember you" you finish reading looking up at the man you still love and refused to leave behind catching just a glimpse of rememberance swirling in his eyes as he stared down at you.

[sunnitheapollokid]

more leo x daughter of poseidon pls!!!

🐚┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。WHAT A GREEK TRAGEDY!

leo valdez x daughter of poseidon headcanons & bonus blurb for y’all <3

📬 sunni’s notes : you got it artist!!! i’m having so much fun writing these two NSBAHAB like cmon. but can we talk about HOW MUCH I LOVE AND MISS THE BEACH i haven’t seen the beach in like two years it makes me wanna curl up and cry </3 and this fireboy and watergirl thing RAAAHHH also which do you guys prefer as a leo face claim?? because i use benoftheweek alot (also bc hes one of my comfort ytbers) im totally not biased. THIS IS A LITTLE SHORT SO MAYBE ANOTHER PART??? guys i actually need to shut up why is this so long okay have fun with this teehee!! lub u!!

⊹ HERE WE GO LEO BF HCS!!

⊹ since most poseidon kids are from the beach, leo’s from texas, you would kind of see it as a teasing opportunity.

⊹ “how’s my lil cowboy?”

⊹ “i’m going to tape your mouth.”

⊹ even though this, leo wants to show you texas so bad.

⊹ he tells you all the good bbq places, the best rodeos in town, fucking buc-ee’s.

⊹ out of topic but yall i literally have the buc-ee’s easter shirt the hype is real i love that shirt <3

⊹ ACTUALLY,

⊹ leo gets you that exact shirt. for your birthday.

⊹ since it’s the color of seafoam and it matched your eyes, he flew across manhattan and the absolute sea to get that for you for your birthday.

⊹ you chuckled at the beaver at the front of the shirt but you loved the effort regardless.

⊹ if you could, you would wear that shirt to sleep every night.

⊹ it’s canon that leo cooks right?

⊹ good. because he loves cooking for you, not just any food, BLUE FOOD.

⊹ i’m slamming my credit card on the table.

⊹ blue pancakes, blue soup, blue tacos.

⊹ he does it just to see the smile on your face.

⊹ also, whenever he goes on quests, he manages to sneak in goldfish or whale crackers for you when he gets back because they don’t have it back at camp and they remind him of you.

⊹ leo’s on a quest with piper and jason right? they’re fighting monsters yada-yada, and they have to flee. they left their stuff behind but leo goes to grab his backpack and piper just goes,

⊹ “for zues’ sake leo, LEAVE THE BACKPACK!!”

⊹ “HELL NO MY GIRLFRIEND’S SNACKS ARE IN HERE!”

⊹ this goes for seashells too. if the quest happens to come across like a beach, he’ll collect shells for your hair or just to have you decorate in your room.

⊹ this man is so stupid in love with you.

⊹ i like to think that leo makes cute lil sea animals for you out of scrap metal.

⊹ you have a metal whale, an otter, and a jellyfish sitting by your lamp.

⊹ leo calls them your guys’ children.

⊹ you’ll accidentally slip out and cuss, and he’ll have his ears over the animals.

⊹ “don’t say that infront of bubbles baby!”

⊹ the giggle you’d let out.

⊹ gods, he’d be melting.

⊹ anyway, leo would ask percy to teach him surfing.

⊹ he can skate?

⊹ watch him surf too.

bonus blurb — longer showers? ✧˖*°࿐

leo knocked on the girls’ locker room, “she done yet?!” he yelled. piper opened the door, with a scream in leo’s face, “no buttface! go away!” leo groaned, burying his face in his hands as piper slammed the door.

when you’re a daughter of poseidon, who happened to be leo’s girlfriend, you usually take longer showers. like, long showers. showers that can maybe even last the whole day.

and poor leo was suffering by the other side of the door, his girlfriend already spending an hour and a half in the shower.

“i am going to die out here.” leo mumbled to himself. and after waiting another half an hour by the steps and getting weird stares from other campers, (name) stepped out with her hair dry, perfect, and covered in pretty white shells. “oh hey baby.”

leo lifted his head up and, “FINAAALLYY.”

[st4rswrld]

Please Sit On My Face Baby

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ɴꜱꜰᴡ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ? ɴᴏ

ʟᴏᴄᴀʟꜱ ᴅɴɪ

ᴀ/ɴ: ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ!!

What was meant to be a quick peck turned into a full out make out session and now you are on Matt’s lap as you guys exchange sloppy kisses. 

Matt pulls away from the heated kiss with swollen lips and droopy eyes. “I need you to sit on my face.”

“What?!” You’re startled by his request, to which Matt simply smirks moving to kiss your cheek then whispers in your ear  “Please sit on my face baby.” 

You're quick to deny his request and start to shake your head. There’s no way you can sit on his face you’re not the skinniest girl out there and what if you suffocated him or broke his beautiful face. You couldn’t bear the embarrassment, this was something you’ve never done before. 

Matt could see the internal turmoil you were having and he gripped your hips grinding you against his groin. “Feel how hard the thought of eating you out makes me feel, come on princess you’ll feel good, I’ll feel good. It’s a win win.” 

“What if I like suffocate you and you die or something. How would I explain that to a judge?”.  At this point you just trying to make excuses.

“If I die buried under your pussy that would be a dream come true. I think the judge would be jealous. “ He says cheekily. 

“Shut up” you giggle trying to keep a straight face as this was something you were really unsure about. 

“We don’t have to do this baby, it’s completely up to you.” He says now seriously. Matt would never want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable doing, he would rather kill himself. 

“No, I wanna do it,” You had already made up your mind. 

“Okay good.” Matt grins. “Any day now because i’m fucking dying to taste you.” 

You shimmy out of your underwear, placing your hands on his shoulders and moving yourself up his chest as he lays down. Until you’re just about hovering your face. You grip onto the headboard with jittering nerves of anticipation and nervousness. 

Matt stays silent and patient while you slightly lower down on your haunches until you can feel his warm breath against your core. Just as you are about to reach his mouth you jerk up from surprise. 

“What?” He asks 

“Nothing, just your beard tickled me.” you say, the hair on his face felt weird against your inner thighs but a good weird.

“Cmon baby, you’re killing me I feel starved staring at your pretty pussy.”  Matt whines you could practically see the drool seeping out his mouth at as he stares up at you like a starved man.

You feel your knees go weak from his words alone and that must’ve given you courage to finally lower down to his mouth. 

Matt wastes no time and immediately presses his lips to your folds swiping his tongue up against your opening a couple times before pulling your clit into his mouth and sucking hard. 

“Oh fuck.” you gasp throwing your head back in pleasure, squeezing Matt in between your thighs any thought of suffocating the man underneath you long gone as you get lost in waves of pleasure. 

The possibility of actually suffocating didn’t seem to deter Matt if anything he delved into your pussy licking and sucking with his all and grabbing your thick thighs which were sure to leave bruises, pushing himself into you more. The man was in heaven that’s for sure. 

You drop your head in ultimate pleasure as you can feel your orgasm climbing higher and higher, you flicker your eyes open to find yourself locking gazes with Matt. His blue eyes were droopy and glazed in ecstasy almost as if he was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back. Somehow Matt was enjoying this more than you as he continued suckling on your clit. 

You could barely keep eye contact as you felt your orgasm hit you instantly and you threw your head back, bucking your hips against his face trying to ride out the orgasm. You feel overstimulated as Matt grips onto your thighs and you feel his scruff rub against your inner thighs deliciously.  

It takes so much strength to pick yourself up after the sensations ended and you flop down on the bed next to Matt. You guys are both out of breath and panting. 

Matt breaks the silence by pushing himself to lean up over you and grabs your neck . “Taste yourself baby.” Is all he says before he tips your head back as your mouth falls open and a string of spit connects you guys before it hits your mouth and you instantly swallow. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Matt groans before he smashes his lips against yours and the whole night is spent tangled in the sheets.

ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋꜱ! ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰɪᴄꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪʟʟ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ 200 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ 🫶🏾!!

[high-ashell-hargrove]

Ghostface!Eddie Munson; 1000k words

Brrringg, brrring, brr-

“Hello?”

Y/n stood there for a moment, hair wet and stringy, the carpet under her feet became damp.

“Helloooo?”

She said again a little louder, nothing came. Hanging up the phone she sighed, padding over to her closet she took out her pajamas for bed

Brrring, brrring, brrring

Her head shot over to the phone sitting on her dresser, ignoring it she pulled on her clothes, and threw her towel lazily in her closet.

Pulling out her nightstand drawer she grabbed the latest novel she had started reading, she got situated against her headboard and flipped open her book.

Brrringgg, brrringgg, brrrr-

Crawling out of bed She rushed over to the phone, picking it up again

“Hello? Who is this”

Her heart pounded against her chest, her fingernails dug into the skin of her palm.

“Hello”

The voice on the other end said After a long silent pause

“Who is thi-“

“What’s your name honey”

“What? Who are you-“

“Cmon y/n I’m try to have some fun here”

It wasn’t a voice she recognized, her head whipped around, checking to see if her blinds were open, which they weren’t. She slammed down the phone. Walking back over to her bed she laid there, her chest tight and her ears fuzzy. She stared at the ceiling for who knows how long. Then it started up again

It rang

And rang

And rang

Groaning she popped out of bed, grabbing the chair at her desk she pulled it up next to the phone and waited

Brr-

“Steve is this you? Are you fucking with me? What kind of j-“

“Honey, calm down. Who’s Steve?”

“Who are you? What do you want”

Bile rose in her throat her hand became shaky.

“I wanna play a game, then I’ll leave ya alone”

“Huh? Are you crazy or sumthin?”

“I’ll act like you did just say that”

Y/n thought for a moment, contemplating her options.

“I play you’ll leave me alone?”

“Yes”

Y/n agreed quickly, wanting whatever this was to end fast.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Y/n pinched her eyes shut, her patience slipping by the second

“ Friday the 13th I guess”

“You guess?”

“Fine yes it’s definitely Friday the 13th!”

“What’s the name of Jason’s mother”

Y/n scoffs

“You’ve got to be fuckin kidding right? Like actually fuc-“

“Answer the question!”

The man on the other end yelled

Y/N’s breath was broken up by fear

“Shit…. Uhhh Pam! Pamela”

She corrected herself, running her hands through her hair

The man praised her, moving onto the next question

“Where was Friday the 13th part 3 filmed”

“How am I supposed to know that? You are asking a lot here man”

Y/n is quiet for a while after that

“You clock is ticking y/nnnn”

The voice sang

“I’m fuckin thinking!!!”

His voice starts up again

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Ti

“Jesus New Jersey! Final answer New Jersey”

The man sighed

“That was wrong, it was California. You loose”

The line when dead.

Y/n heart quickened, she put down the phone, getting up she rushed to her closet. Grabbing out her metal bat, she locked her door and curled up on her bed.

The phone rang again

She didn’t pick it up.

Suddenly the lights went out, her fan slowing to a completely stop.

Tears burned in her eyes, her knuckles tightening to an insane grip.

Don’t go look, that’s how you die

She said to herself.

She could hear the creaking of the front door, then the steps, then silence

There was a pounding on her bedroom door, rattling the entire thing almost off the hinges, it got worse and worse

One last kick did it in, the solid wood thwacking the drywall behind it.

A scream rattled out of y/ns throat, lunging at the masked man y/n attempted to hit him with the bat, but in return he catches it and tears it from her grip, falling back she brace yourself for what’s to come next.

He wraps his gloved hand around y/ns neck, pressing her back into the mattress. A strained breath wracking through her throat.

“Please if it’s money you wa-“

The man above her chuckled. Leaning down his face is inches from hers

“Silly girl I don’t want your money, I wanna hear you scream”

He growled, flipping y/n onto her stomach, his hand pressing her head into the sheets, the other tracing down the column of her spine, sending shivers throughout her body.

His hips thrusted into her backside, his fingers intertwined themselves in the hem of her pants pulling the cool fabric down slowly.

“Please don’t-“

Y/n was cut off as the intruder ran his fingers over her exposed cunt, her hips bucked backwards and a whine erupted from her throat

“Dunno pretty girl you seem like your enjoying this”

Leaning down the man lifts his mask, licking a fat strip over her cunt again, making her eyebrows furrow.

His mask was off completely now, the clanking of his belt and jeans hitting the floor rattled through the room, pulling up the black fabric he put it between his teeth, holding it there as he lined himself up with her entrance.

“So fuckin sloppy Jesus Christ”

His words fumbled out, thrusting slowly into her, y/n's face twists, her hole stretching further than she thought it would.

”y know” he grunts out, his thrusts quickening, chasing his release

“I was just gonna fuckin kill you but I might just keep you around for this”

his fist comes up and twists into her hair, pulling her back into his chest, his face burrowing into her neck. His hips stutter, releasing into her.

“Might just be my favorite new plaything.”

[toastermoth]

Hello! I saw your requests are open! I’m actually a fem reader, but I don’t mind a gender neutral one! I’d like to know your headcanons on Solomon when he becomes romantically interested with the mc. Like if he’ll do anything for them or does he get jealous whenever mc spends so much time with the demon brothers. Anything that you think about, it’s up to you. 😊 It’s been a very long time that I haven’t played Obey Me and I just miss them. Thanks!

Hell yeah!! I got OM after almost a year of not playing so ik what you mean when you say you miss them! (I missed Satan </3) one batch of Solomon hcs coming right up! APOLOGIES FOR THIS BEING LONG I HAD FUN WRITING THING

SOLOMON X GN! READER HCS

This man, he's old. Old man. So obviously he knows a few things about love.

Usually it's other people swooning for him but when he met you this man was DOWN MFING BAD.

He started to come up to talk to you inbetween classes more and more often. In a way he seemed awkward?

Hm, maybe he's just trying to be kind? Until he started walking you home everyday which always made you happy because unlike the brothers, he wouldn't abandon you on your walks.

Casually helping you carry books to eventually racing you playfully, to holding your hand and making you run with him all the way to the house of Lamination.

You found yourself falling for the white haired wizard and went to Asmo for advice.

"Sweetie, just say your feelings! I'm more than sure his feelings are intertwined with yours! And if you're too scared work up to it! Spend more time with him and only him!"

Taking Asmo's advice over timeyou found yourself at the purgatory hall. Everyday it seemed like a routine, get up, go to school, go home with Solomon and do whatever two oblivious people who have a crush on each other do!

The lust demon however thought you two were still taking too long and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Next thing you knew, Asmodeus was suddenly all over you, asking to shop, asking to try on some new makeup with him and then soon all the brothers caught on and had their own requests.

"Y/n I require you assistance for this paperwork. Surely you won't disappoint me."

"YO! Y/N! I need ya to help me with some uh.. uh.. LISTEN I JUST NEED YOUR HELP ALRIGHT?!"

"Hey normie, get on Mononoke Land! There's a new event going on!"

"Y/n I need you for helping me find this human book, it's about this boy-"

"Y/n dear! I found this color changing nail polish and it's to DIE FOR! Cmon I need to test it on you!"

"Y/n I'm hungry.. can you make me something? We can share if you want too if I don't eat it all."

"Mnn.. y/n come nap with me... m cold and you're nice and warm.."

Once Solomon noticed you were canceling your plans with him, he started to get suspicious and a little insecure. (He'd never say that out loud however.)

Finally after some debating, he decided to personally take you home with him and find ways to keep you both busy.

The demons take notice (especially Lucifer after you didn't answer his texts after 5 minutes) and sneaked around (Simeon let them in) and noticed you and Solomon laughing together?

"HEY WHAT TH-" "SHHHHH Love is happening."

You hear the demon brothers' bickering but pay no attention as you resume your tickle fight with Solomon.

"You're the person I'd let tickle me and that's saying something, you're the only person I'd let do a lot of things." he said inbetween laughs.

You look at him so full of love as he grabs both your hands and starts tickling you!

"Let the lovebirds be, cmon out out!" Asmo yelled, you both stopped and started laughing at his antics.

God he was in love.

[thenovocianelullaby]

i always love the SJM men that seem to get the most hate. i’ll just be reading through and kicking my feet thinking that everyone else sees them the way i do so let me just give some opinions…

Lucien is HOT. i said it. in ACOTAR he is so funny and flirty and a fun character and as the series progresses i find him even more hot. I don’t want him to end up with elain CAUSE I WANT HIM FOR MYSELF!!!

CHAOL IS HOT AND FUN AND CHARMING! i thought that him and celaena didn’t work together but man was i swooning every god damn time he was on the page. and yes i’ll admit his brooding and self hatred got a little… old. but. he made up for it entirely in TOD and maybe it was Yrene doing the heavy lifting in making me think Chaol was hot but.. she did her job.

Eris is hot. i wanna know more about him because the picture that is being painted of him doesn’t make sense to me… that’s all i’m saying on that.

Tharion is hot and is SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME. i’m sorry but the hate he and Ithan received was unwarranted in my dumb stupid opinion. “thEy ShARe OnE BrAIn cElL aNd NeiTHeR Of TheM HaVE iT” ok and? the ENTIRE frat pack shares one brain cell. i think that makes them big dumb himbos. its not for everyone but i find it cute ok? shoot me. ANYWAYS… back to Tharion. this water himbo agreed to MARRY a fish princess cause he couldn’t keep it in his pants.. that’s funny. he actively flirts and makes moves on Bryce in front of Hunt… that’s funny. HE MARRIED HIS FRIEND’S LITTLE SISTER… like cmon that’s funny. yes i wanted to slap him half of HOFAS because he was making the stupidest decisions, but at the end of the day that’s just what a himbo does right?

on to Ithan who i mentioned earlier. yes the sunball was cringe… but have you ever MET a football/baseball/basketball player? like come on he’s a perfect stupid idiot little jock. AND AGAIN A HIMBO. and he wants to do good but he’s young and stupid. it’s like if I as in ME as in MYSELF tried to change the government… bro is just in there kinda fucking everything up but at least he’s trying. also.. i always saw him as like a little brother figure in the books. like he genuinely reminds me of my friends little brother.. which Ithan literally IS Connor’s little brother. so maybe that’s why he gets under so many people’s skin.

(i love every sjm character and i’ll die on this stupid hill)

[patrollingboston]

Hi there! Could you write a fic where Soap comforts/tends for your wounds?

I WOULD DIE

thanks :)

Hope you enjoy!

Stitched Up // Soap x Reader fluff

I had just returned from a particularly rough mission, lesions spread all over my body in various shapes and sizes making every step painful. It was late at night and the base was empty, hallway lights flickered on and off as I trod my way through them to my room. My combat boots were caked in mud, my laces slung over the side causing a trip hazard for myself as if I wasn’t clumsy enough already.

My hand was held to the side of my torso, I received a gash during some hand-to-hand combat with an enemy who managed to get the jump on me. My teammate had dealt with it as best as they could but it would still require a trip to med bay, possibly the worst place in the base. The lights were so bright, the staff were all assholes with no empathy and the food tasted like it was leftovers from World War one. Hopefully it would just need a stitch or two and I could be on my way but they were so uptight I wouldn’t be surprised if they put me in a medically induced coma and gave me 4 weeks to live.

As I got to my room, I slumped my backpack down so relieved at the loss of a weeks’ worth of supplies strapped to my back. I decided to head to med bay straight away to get it over with, knowing me I would procrastinate it until I bled out.

As I was slowly making my way to the medical centre, I heard a couple of voices heading my way. I sighed knowing there was no way I could avoid conversation. As the voices got louder two men rounded the corner, I was pleased to see it was only Soap and Gaz two friends of mine.

“For real they sent him off for a bullshit reason, it was just- “

Their conversation stopped as their gaze ran from my boots up to my face. I removed my hand from my side showcasing the small patch of blood I was sporting to give a half-hearted wave and pathetic smile.

“You alright there F/N? What happened?”

Gaz spoke up, walking carefully towards me his eyes lingering on my torso. Soap following a few steps behind.

“Just got back from the mission from hell, I got to get this stitched.”

I say rubbing my eyes, my skin so dry from the dirt I had yet to wash off.

“Shit, Med Bay is shut for cleaning for the night, something about an inspection. It reopens in the morning. Price has a kit in his office, I could do it for you?”

Soap said his voice laced in concern. I cursed under my breathe, I was so tired I just wanted to take a hot shower and clean myself up and fall asleep for the next few days. Soap stood scanning my face trying to read it for an answer whilst Gaz stood beside him doing the same.

“You sure? I don’t want to interrupt whatever you two are up to.”

“Oh nah, we were just ranting about a footie match we watched earlier. Cmon’ lets get you sorted out.”

“I’ll catch you later Soap, feel better F/N.”

Gaz spoke before jogging down the hall towards the barracks.

Soap placed a gentle hand on my back guiding me towards Prices office.

“Old man never locks his office, don’t tell him I told you that.”

Soap chuckled as he pushed open the creaky door to Captain Prices office. I treaded inside before walking over to the leather sofa placed at the back of the office and slumping down against the worn cushions upon the sofa. Soap was rooting around Captain Price’s desk draws looking for his medical kit.

“Reeks of cigars in here.”

“Don’t know what else you’re expecting.”

He said solely focused on finding the medical kit.

“Ah hah, got it.”

He held it up with one arm shaking it a little, a wide smile spread across his face.

“Roll up your shirt, let’s see the damage.”

I obliged and rolled up the bottom of my shirt revealing my wounded side.

“Ooh tough one, aren’t you? Gonna leave a pretty badass scar F/N.”

He said with squinted eyes as he inspected the wound across my torso.

“I try to be, now stop trying to butter me up and get it over with.”

“Alright alright.”

Soap rolled his eyes before cleaning the gash with a wipe, it stung making me tense up and take a deep breathe.

“Fuck me.”

“Take me to dinner first.”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, I have always admired how soap can make the best of situations. Only he could make me stifle a laugh whilst getting stitches in my stomach.

I sat there wincing at every stab of the needle hoping it would be over soon. Soap doing it definitely made me feel more relaxed than some random nurse. I trusted him and quite liked him despite his awful jokes and silly haircut.

“Almost done now lass, you want a sticker or a lollipop after?”

“I know you’re joking but after the week I’ve had, yes please.”

“Between you and me I got a parcel sent yesterday, got bags of sweets in it, fancy a movie at mine?”

I smiled and gently nodded, regardless of my exhaustion and need to be alone I could also use some comfort and right now he sounded like the best source of it.

“There.”

He patted my shoulder gently before rolling my shirt back down, he looked up at my tired, dirty face and gave a sympathetic smile before pushing on my knee to stand up and throwaway the rubbish.

“Good to go?”

“Yep.”

We walked out of prices office ensuring to leave no trace of us sneaking in. We roamed the hallways nattering about nothing and everything on the way back to the barracks.

[red-write-hand]

Modern!Tommy headcanons

(this could just be my thoughts splat onto a page but have fun! also no beta read we die like tommy's sexuality the moment he saw alfie solomons)

If that man could take his computer to bed with him, he would

He runs on cigarettes and coffee

I feel like he would totally have those machines that are super intricate about making coffee

Usually an apple loyalist but buys add-ons from others (think headphones, charging cables, other Bluetooth items)

Listens to The Neighborhood, Drake, Hozier, Eminem, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Kendrick Lamar, Bastille

Exclusively buys from Boss, started as a joke with his brothers but then he realized he really likes the suits he bought

Owns a bunch of clubs and knows about the best clubs to go to if you want a good time

Likes to eat expensive food but will never turn down Italian take out at horrible hours of the night

Absolutely owns a pair of those Bluetooth Raybans that play music discreetly

Favorite movies are the Tobey Maguire Spidermans, Star Wars (only the New Hope, Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, Revenge of the Sith, and Rise of Skywalker)

Has better figured out his own mental health and sexuality

this👏man👏is👏bisexual👏 (it radiates off him, takes one to know one)

since it is more widely accepted, he feels a little better about it

he absolutely had his first bi panic when he would banter with Freddie

that and EVERY interaction with Alfie

alfie bought him a tiny pride flag which he keeps in his desk, right next to his incredibly expensive alcohol ~x fem!Reader headcanons (m! in part 2)~ warnings: kinda unethical office workplace relationship?

its become a joke of sorts about being tommy's secretary around his family

this all stemmed from him taking an interest in you when you applied

you really were gorgeous to him

you're the only person he is slightly comfortable around besides the Blinders or his own family

the longer you work with him, the more comfortable he gets

after awhile, he (politely, our boy is respectful) asks you to call him Tommy instead of 'Mr. Shelby'

he is one of the most sought after men in the city which makes him very alluring to most

you don't super see it, he's always been very "normal" around, not the silver tongued devil most people knew him as

it wasn't that you didn't like him, you really did, his gorgeous frame, his perfect eyes, his slender fingers, his dark hair, everything was amazing except for the fact that he never really showed any interest in you, to him (you thought), you were his secretary, nothing more

oh how wrong you were

this all changes one late night, him still tirelessly working and you still there making sure that he doesn't stay there all night

it doesn't take much for him to just keep running on fumes so it usually falls upon you to remind him what god awful hour it is

you gently crack open the door and poke your head in

"Hey, Tommy, it's almost 1, pack it up and get some actual sleep."

He rolled his neck and closed his computer, just before packing everything up, he stops

"Cmon 'ere"

It was simple and you knew what could happen if something were to go down but you could find a new job if you had to

The Shelby building was quiet and the only office with any lights on was his

You leaned on the side of his desk and he opens the big drawer at the bottom

He procures the bottle of probably very expensive alcohol and starts pouring you one

"Why do you stay so late? Making sure I go home isn't in your contract."

You thought about it, it had become such a part of your daily cycle

"I guess I've just gotten used to it. Seemed like the right things to do after awhile."

He thanks you quietly and hands your glass of the whiskey he had poured

This was the softest you had ever seen him, you decided to capitalize off of it

"I've never understood it, why are you so comfortable with me Tommy?"

He nods slowly, knowing he would have to explain himself soon

"Polly says I don't 'ave my head straight yet, so my answer won't do you much good."

You, of course, weren't satisfied with that answer so you decided to play a hunch

By this hour of the night, his hair was rather disheveled so you tentatively ran your finger through it, fixing it for him

a small smirk bloomed on your lips when his expression seemed to soften more

This sort of tension was now a pattern for the two of you

The tension got to such a height that after awhile, late at night, he would just pull you into his lap and have his hand wrapped around your waist

You like to run your hands through his hair or trace his jaw with your fingertip

this is just how it is for the two of you and both of you like that <3

[emmalandry]

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All you'd been hearing from Mickey for weeks is how much he wants you to sit on his face. As pretty as he is you didn't want to crush him to death, How could you live with yourself if you accidentally suffocated your beautiful boyfriend?

But eventually, you have to give in, you can only take so much "please baby's" leaving his lips as he gives you puppy dog eyes. So here you are, hovering over his face, hesitating.

"Cmon babe, just sit. I'll be fine. Besides, this is how any man wants to die." He sounds so sure in his words so you lower yourself down. You gasp when you feel his tongue enter your cunt. It feels so good, you can feel yourself beginning to grind against his tongue, his nose bumping your swollen clit.

"Go ahead baby, Use me. I know you want to." How were you meant to say no? His tongue felt so sweet inside you, like heaven. So you use him. Sitting lower on his face as you grip his hair and grind harder. You can feel the funny feeling in your tummy bubbling up.

You begin to clench around his tongue and you can feel him lead up to lap and suck at your clit. It pushes you over the edge, gripping his hair from the root as you finish all over his plush lips.

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[waddei]

full story behind these two images (6.5k words open at your own risk)

pacing back and forth in the damp grass roman bit his nails waiting for tomas to pick up the phone.

“cmon…cmon…”  

his boots splashes on the muddy puddles, staining his soles.

“fuck..” 

a small click from the phone made him jump.

“tom thank god-”

“what do you want” his friend whisper shouts. voice as always a strange mix between quiet but assertive.

“i need your help” he says with far too little shame for someone calling in the middle of the night.

the wind hit his back harsher than before now, dark clouds swerved above him and he could only pray that the night ended with a storm. He can imagine himself, staring through the window at the flooding street with a grin, watching the rushing  mud and sand wash the town clean. 

tom doesn't  answer,but thats normal by now.

“its important” he begs, a ‘please’ goes unsaid for his own egos sake.

“lets meet at our spot shall we?” he sounds as frantic as his heartbeat feels, tom mooks him from the comfort of his home with an intentionally loud sip of his mug.

he doesnt let the distance stop him from feeling those hollow green eyes stare down at him

“what did you do” tom asks, impatient. for what though, roman doesn't know, that sense of hurry around him never faded.

he swallows as he looks down at his feet. resting next to them in the grass was the man's head, his nose had long stopped bleeding and lifeless eyes stared up at him in long ignored plea of mercy, they were starting to gloss over. roman bit back a sound of disgust.

“i cant tell you right now.just come here” 

tom gave a long heavy sigh “my brother’s sleeping” he said, like it mattered at all.

“do i look like i care?" he snarled “bring your bike too if you're coming”

the body below him caught his eye again. it was fairly tall,only a few inches short of himself,which was impressive in its own right. 

“two trash bags too if you happen to have any”

“two?” 

“yes… two”

tom huffed and the call was cut with no goodbye, again ,not unusual but it never failed to annoy him.

with a groan he squats down in the grass, careful not to stain his jeans neither green nor red. 

he feels unseeing eyes  burn his back.the body had not moved, obviously, its mouth hanged open after having its last words die on his tongue.

He doubts he would have had anything of value to say anyways.

The bastard,miserable not unlike himself, chose to go down swearing until the very end when, after the reality of his situation dawned on him, he began pleading and bargaining like he was talking to the devil. which, if you where to ask anyone else, he was.

his last words where as nonsensical as they were a threat.

Roman doubts it'll amount to anything, after all the plan was to not get caught.

as for the rest of ‘the plan’ as he likes to call it: it didn't have any more steps for now. at least until tom got here, he'll figure it out from there.

He looks up at the moon,bright and unusually big. She sat in the sky directly above him like an otherworldly spotlight parting through the clouds with little struggle,he revels in it even if just for a moment. his childish fascination with her never quite faded.

the wind continued to ruin his moment, swaying tree branches dangerously close to his face, his jacket wasn't enough to keep out the cold, shamefully he wrapped his arms around himself.

a leaf smacks him in the face. He rips the small branch out.

‘tom should be on his way already’-he thinks to distract himself- ‘if he's even coming’.

he's sure he will, where else would he go?

man of habit he is,he’ll find his way here eventually even if roman hadn't called him, he's sure of that.  hed make his rounds like he always does and, eventually, they'd meet again even if he didnt move an inch until then.

he doesn't want to move really,not at all. feeling like he's putting his life on the line if he leaves the corpse alone.

walking through the dense vegetation wasn't easy, he envies the ease tom seemed to have with it.

He makes it to a clearing in the bushes, a familiar checkpoint when traversing the landscape that tom had originally shown  him.

he skips right through it this time, heading for a particular tall tree that stood out against the horizon.

at its base was everything he ever needed. 

Tom, with his bike and two large trash bags pooling out of his cammo vests pockets.

his head snaps to look at him once he crosses the threshold to ‘their place’.

a nice, semi enclosed area by the base of a tree older than everyone they've ever meet where a fallen log made a makeshift bench. tom was sitting on it with his bike next to him. 

wordlessly and shielding his shaking hands he motions for him to follow and  Tom does so with a disinterested look.

roman begins leading him to the scene.

tom jumps over the bushes roman had gotten his pants caught on before. “what did you do?” he asks, verbatim as he had done so on the phone. roman ignores him and hops over a hole in the dirt, tom follows and he helps him haul his bike over it.

they reach the clearing, small drops of water already drizzling made each blade of grass sparkle.

 tom stares at them as he always does,roman assumes a certain fascination with it might exist but the boy's eyes remain as painfully neutral as they always do.

he does not bother hurrying him up as he too takes a moment to stare, only he looks up at the moon instead, trying to  steady his trembling hands.

they move on once tom grows bored of watching the ants or whatever. Roman leads him to the other semi cleared area where he knew the body was.

parting the bushes for tom like the gentleman he is, he lets him take a good look at the scene before saying anything. He takes note of how wide his eyes grow as he scans the ground in front of him. a horrified look begins to paint itself on his face.

it doesn't last much, the small flash of emotion was quickly drowned out by  his usual apathetic look. 

“what did you do?” he asks for the third time, carefully looking at him up and down with a hint of disgust showing through the ice.

“i think its obvious”  roman jumps over closer to the body and further away from tom.

“i fucked up..” he sais with his hands on his hips in a vain attempt a showmanship. “went a bit too far this time”

tom crouches down near his foot and near the man's head, his eyes go wide again when he makes eye contact with it. he watches incredulously as roman, nonchalantly,  nudges an arm with his foot.

“i think i might need some help” its a bold thing to admit for someone like him, tom doesn't fail to notice it.

greyish green eyes narrow on him like a hawk and with a single precise motion he throws the trash bags at his feet.

“im not touching it” he declares with a tone that leaves no room for argument. 

 that's fine, a sensible boundary even. all he needed was the bike and the bags. He opens up the folded bags and lays them in the ground next to the body while avoiding his friends stare.

“welp” he announces to no one, for he knows tom isn't paying attention. “lets get to work”

with more effort than expected he sits the man,dead as he was, against a short stump.

a  phone falls out of his pockets in the meanwhile, tom immediately smashes it below his foot. roman jumped “whats your problem?”

“they can track that” he stomps on it again for good measure.

“i could have sold it-”

“tell me what happened” 

tomas isn't someone he’d call intimidating. the boy was as thin as one can get and a full head shorter than him, but he was hard to read. impossible even. it scared roman in a very specific way he struggled to explain. 

he sighs, with the stars as witnesses he pulls the man's legs closer to his chest.

“well we were just supposed to fight. fucker slipped me a note with a date and place and i just came-uhmp!” He struggled with folding the arms over the chest.

“and?” tom pressed.

“well i had a bad day! and He was pissing me off more than usual..” he takes one last look at the mans’s face, ridden with  bruises and with an undeniably broken nose, his eyes couldn't glare at him anymore. “so once i had him down i just kept stomping on his head”

it felt strange to admit it so easily. tom winced and looked away back to the clearing.roman  took this as a cue to finally fit the first bag over the corpse's head. it covered it all the way to his hips as he expected.

the legs turn out to be much harder to lift than anticipated but he makes due without help. Once the two bags meet he ties them both together at various points until the body is fully secured inside, clumsily  wrapped like a home cooked meal.

he giggles at the thought,Tomas glares at him again.

"we have to get this out of sight somehow" he mumbles "do you still have that shovel in your garage?"

Tom doesn't answer, but he does not freeze either. He stares intently at him, watching him struggle to balance the body on the bike;he sets it with its legs between the front bar where he,while driving, could hold it still.

struggling to drive the bike through the bushes he almost misses Tom silently walking away.

"hey!"  he almost loses hold of the handles. "where are you going?" 

the boy jumps the bushes into the clearing. his hair  sways violently with the wind but Tomas never seemed to mind the way it covered his eyes at random.

"you want the shovel right?" he spits,not bothering to look back at him.

A smile creeps up his face and he bares his teeth like a child;far too giddy even for his own comfort he watches his friend walk away. 

in the meanwhile a thought emerges, unwanted and uncalled for, a little voice inside himself that trembled and stuttered at every word like he's sure he used to  'what if he tells on you' it whispers into his ear 'what if he tells his brother' 

he groans, pushing the bike up another bush. tomas wouldn't, he barely fucking talks in the first place. that won't happen.

the bag slumps forward,too distracted to catch it he lets the corpse hit its head against the front wheel.

he snorts imagining how it's nose must have flattened against it. his shoulders immediately sag after, there's a dirty feeling that comes with laughing at a corpse,no less one you've killed.

He reaches a big rock, too big to jump over,too heavy to lift and too annoying to push the bike around.

scanning the skyline he sees nothing but short,spiky bushes and scattered trees in front of him. the already dim lights of the town were completely lost from sight. the wind lifted up the sandy ground into his eyes but aside from that? it was a perfect spot.

He sets the bag on the ground, letting the bike and himself rest.

now he waits.

He can do nothing without something to dig with. He can get as many rocks out the way as he wants but that in the end doesn't take too long.

he looks up, the moon hadn't moved much from when he last saw her,now without branches to bother him the ghostly light pools over him.The stars shine brighter here in the open field, they occasionally peek from behind the rapidly moving clouds. He lets himself relax,leaning over the hard rock. even with the cold freezing his face a sigh escapes him, carelessly he kicks the bag away and rests his legs over another rock. thunders threatens to make the sky fall on him,he cant bring himself to care.

the beating inside his chest slows down for the first time since the man's head hit the floor. leaves and sand fly at his face so his eyes shut on their own.

'hes taking too long' the meek voice whispers. Tom's house was not too far, but without his bike it's quite the trip. He's not taking detours, his brother was asleep. 

‘shut the fuck up’ he mentally yells at it.

his head drifts and he slowly sinks down as he lets himself lay down more and more against the rock.

ignoring the way the cold bites at  his skin he rests.

with his eyes closed he can't tell if hes asleep or not until  he feels movement on the bushes.

before he can open his eyes to check he's smacked in the stomach with a blunt object.

roman jumps to his feet, hands balled up and ready to fight but before him stood tomas. with a shovel.

"thank God" his hands fall to his sides again.

Tom's hands extend, silently offering him the shovel.

he takes it with a quick remark."you scared me"  

tomas ignores him again and sits down on a different rock a few steps away, staring at the floor he snaps a branch off one of the nearby bushes.

"well!" he dusts his pants off, mostly to amuse himself "I better get to work now! 

the shovel was small, not meant for anything more than some mild garnering or playing in the sand. it stood to about his knee when he stuck it in the ground;still he had to make this work.

bit by bit he began shoveling the sandy dirt out of the way,he would have been sweating hadn't he already been freezing.

"y'know when you mentioned-" the shovel struck a rock, he struggled to lift it up again "having a shovel I wasn't expecting it to be so-" the rocks pops out the ground successfully "small"

he complains to the wind, because tom wasn't listening and even if he was he was not going to respond.

"should have told me it was more of a toy than anything-"

"there's blood in your hands now" tom cuts him off, fancying himself a cryptic bastard all of a sudden.

roman scoffs "no there isn't,I get any on me" 

the conversation, if you could even call it that, dies there. buried with the other guy most likely.

dry grass swayed, some of it stuck to his hair, some brushed at his arms and legs.

most of it he ripped off.

Tom's wordless stare burned on his back, but at least he wasn't alone. his own heartbeat set a rhythm for the shovel going in and out the dirt. the mount behind him grew bigger as the stars moved closer to the Horizon.

"it's 4:36 already" the boy  spoke up eventually.

roman took the last bit of dirt off the hole. "I'm almost done" carelessly he began pushing the bag into the it  with his foot.

tomas waits for the wind to quit loudly howling on their ears to speak again . "my brother wakes up at 5:30" 

he clicks his tongue, being a little meaner than he intended  "I don't care-" 

"he'll notice if I'm gone,give me the shovel back"

roman ignores him, instead hitting the bag with it, making it go down further into the dirt.

"give me 5 more minutes with it" he argues, not bothering to wait for a response.

quickly he covers the hole back up and, as soon as he dusts his hands and before he declares his work done, tom rips the shovel out of his hands. roman doesn't protest when their eyes lock for a second too long.

he stares at the ground where he knows the body is. only shooting a goodbye to Tom once he hears him pick his bike up.

he doesn't doubt the boy waved at him.

he always did.

He picked  his bike up and drove through the terrain like it was nothing, roman knows he has been here before, but he doubts he'll come  back.

confidently roman adds ‘corpses’ to his (mental and very short) list of things he knows  tomas does not like.it sat comfortably next to some classics like: ‘talking’,‘strawberries’ and  ‘staying still’

he giggles at it, although more concerning probably was that he couldn't name a single thing tom liked aside from walking and probably the color green, nor a single other  person he knew aside from himself and his brother.

a brother that to this day remained unnamed. 

He has fun imagining what he'd be like sometimes, there's plenty of time to kill during the day after all. 

‘he probably wouldn't like to meet you’ a weaker version of himself comments, he ignores it.

a single drop soaking through his jacket was enough to drag him back to reality.

the clouds had grown darker, they obscured the moon completely now.

he fills his chest with the salty humid air one last time before turning his back on the burial and heading back the same way Tom had.

he avoids the kill site and prays to no god in particular that the rain was enough to wash it all clean. it was starting to pick up now so the world might be on his side after all.

He reaches the port before he does any roads, the rotten wooden docks left much to be desired but he was used to them now, as a child he had enjoyed watching the crabs that lived under it bury themselves in the sand. the river led directly to the sea. Fisher boats rested on the sand,some new and shiny, most  rusted and abandoned for tourists to take pictures next to.

bright yellow street lamps made the raindrops much more evident. 

taking the chance he looked at his reflection in a closed storefront, he looked as he always had,just a bit more wet. his mask was getting a bit  uncomfortable but it stayed on.

the paved road was the longest way back but he takes it anyway,more mud on his shoes wouldn't be ideal. He blindly walks until he reaches one of the two main roads in the town with a stoplight in it.  he turns right, avoiding walking by it for too long, the backstreets being even more empty if this was possible.

thunder roared above him and a smile tugged at his lips. almost immediately the light rain turned into a violent outpour,but that didn't matter, he could see his house from here already.

doing his best to not wake anyone up Roman limbs to his window like he always does though this time the heavy rain helps disguise the noise.

before he sets foot inside,still sitting on the windowsill, he take this shoes off and carries them to the bathroom.

the jacket lands in the floor and his pants on top of the toilet as he tears his soaked clothes off without much care and almost trips trying to plug the hairdryer on.

he sets it balanced against a shampoo bottle and pointing at his jacket, hoping to dry it while he, using a random brush his mom used to clean the ceramic, aggressive cleaned the mud off his shoes in the shower. 

in the meantime the rain got worse-or better if you where to ask him. his mom's carefully pruned garden began to flood and soon so did the street. the dirt ones-he assumes-aren't doing much better.

he gets giddy at what that means for him tonight.

He dries his clothes, washes his hair and cleans his shoes. by the time he's done it's nearing 7am already.

he goes to sleep, the rain still falling above the house served well for white noise.

the trees outside slammed their branches into his window but his eyes remained shut.

the brewing storm outside promised flow but he didn't care.

his brother was snoring again, he could hear it even with the wind whistling louder and louder. javier was a heavy sleeper, tomas envied him for that.

deep breath after deep breath he failed to fall asleep for the third night in a row,though at least today he had more of an excuse. the branches scratching at his window are more than distracting.

he stares at the back of his eyelids for some time, he can feel the gears on his alarm clock ticking,the hands moving 

every second.

every minute.

every hour.

it marked 2:30 am.

too tired to sleep, Tomas springs out of his bed in frustration.

his feet blindly find his slippers and he's off to the hallway in less than 3 steps.

he takes a practiced route to the kitchen, practically blind he feels the texture of the floor change From the more textured tiles of the hallway to the smooth, cream colored ones on the kitchen. he pries his eyes open but the darkness doesn't get any better until he hits the light switch next to the door.

the wind makes the windows shake and creak, it drowns over the sound of the cabinet opening perfectly.

the movement is near automatic when he fills a small pot with water and sets it on the stove. tomas opens the gas tank and lights the burner on.

from a small box his mother had left them behind he takes a teabag while the water boils.

the kitchen small window leaked the same way it had been leaking since they where kids, tomas stepped over the small puddle to grab his cup from the cabinet and brew himself something warm.

as he blows on it, the phone at the corner of the room lights up. 

at this hour and  with this climate there was only one person that could call.

so,at this hour and with this climate tom let's it ring for a minute or two while stirring his drink.

roman is persistent, and eventually he lets himm get his way.

"tom thank god-" wind  came through the other end stronger than his voice.

"what do you want"

he hears roman swallow "I need your help"

aware of how those words burned his tongue yhe lets them sit in the air.

Uncaring, he waits for roman to get tired of waiting.

"it's important" he clarifies uselessly "let's meet at out spot shall we?" he rushed over his words, trembling slightly.

the  cold must be getting to him-tomas thinks. he wraps his hand around the warm mug and takes a sip, loudly savoring it.

he can feel roman grow impatient. 

"what did you do" he asks him, wary of the volume in his voice to not wake his brother up even with the incoming storm raging outside.

roman swallows, he hears  the gears on his head turning even though the heavy winds. his tongue clicks a few times while he's lost in thought.

“i cant tell you right now.just come here” 

tomascarefully eyes the hallway, still dark and with only javi's  snores coming through.he gave a long sigh.

 “my brother's sleeping” he said,more so as a comment than an excuse.

“do i look like i care?" roman  growled at him, needlessly angry like always “bring your bike too if you're coming”

he went quiet again, tomas wished he could see his face at least. He hated talking through the phone.

he hears him take another deep breath, “two trash bags too if you happen to have any”  

the wind filled the silence on both sides,his brother was still sleeping.

“two?” tomas eyes the drawer where javier keeps them.

“yes… two”

he hangs up,taking another sip in the meanwhile.

the dots are not hard to connect, it was going to happen eventually.

his fingers curled tightly around the cup.

with a deep breath tomas dumps the remaining tea down the drain and rushes to the hallway.

at the end of it was his brothers door, halfway open and with its handle poorly painted. 

"javi" he calls out, quiet enough to not wake him up but loud enough that if he where to be awake he'd hear it. 

the only answer he gets is a loud snore. 

avoiding looking at himself in the hallway mirror like always he makes his way to his room.

the curtains where drawn, the orange fabric tinted gray by the dark sky behind it.

He closes the blinds like he should have before going to sleep.

his bedsheets were still in the mess he had left them in and they will stay like that for now.

tomas changes out of his old pajama shorts in favor of a pair of dark jeans, over his shirt he throws on a dark long sleeved one and then a puffy vest after hearing the wind seemingly pick up even more.

he doesn't take his phone with him, roman was an idiot for taking his.

He stands before the wooden door now, heavy and old it'll surely wake javier up if he opens it. the keys dangling were already too noisy for him to feel safe holding them. The 3 locks taunted him. not to mention the extra bar door outside with its extra two locks, he took his eyes away from it when the window creaked once again.

it led to the patio, right in front of the grill they never use.

he took off the teaspoon that had been acting as a lock for years now after the wooden hook had snapped on an storm not too dissimilar from this one.

the wind immediately threw the glass open and he fought to keep them from slapping against the wall.

tomas grinded his teeth, climbing on top of the couch and pilling on the cushions behind him to block the window he eventually took the small leap into the outside.

immediately he doubled over shivering. warm air form his mouth formed vapor clouds in front of him. 

he rushed down the stairs to the street, taking a sharp turn to the garage he where fiddles for a minute with the lock. the gates draw sand with them when they open and next to javiers beat up sienna  was his bike, slightly rusted from pedaling in the sand.

the fig tree swayed it's branches dangerously low to the ground and to his face, it slapped the back of his head as a goodbye when he jumps the front gate.

he braces himself under the yellow streetlight, getting on his bike the wind hits even harder.

knowing the dirt street like the back of his hands he swiftly dodges potholes and rocks. passing by the same houses he always did, Tomas takes the last street along to the beach all the way to the very back of the town.

his heart races when he spots the bushes he's about to go into.

the empty, wild terrain, was uninhabited.tainted only sometimes and near the road with attempts at building makeshift houses or old tent set ups abandoned. he never bothered fucking with any of them.

above the unfinished foundation and trash stood an unfinished two story house, all bare bricks except for it's roof which had surprisingly been finished but now was partially caving in.

he ignored it for now. he knew what it's inside looked like down to every graffiti painted, but it served as a nice checkpoint to know where he was going.

turning a sharp left from the front of the house where  the bushes began to become trees one large one stood out, literally, above the rest.

his second checkpoint.

‘their spot'

he gets there with ease, and now he waits. thankfully not for long.

the cold humid air was soured when roman, panting and trembling, jumped over the bushes to meet him.

he doesn't say as much as a hello. only becoming him to follow.

so Tomas, against his better judgment and like he always does, follows.

looking from side to side every time a leaf swayed Roman led the way, clearly not comfortable having his back turned on him he looks back to meet green tired eyes multiple times. they narrow on him, and tomas is  sure he can feel it.

“what did you do” he asks, just like he had before.

roman stutters in his step, almost tripping on the grass, but he doesn't respond. he silently offers help to haul his bike over a hole,tomas takes it.

they reach a clearing in the trees soon enough. the air became thick and uncomfortable almost immediately. it's an energy tomas  can't describe, but he's sure he knows what it is deep inside.

he stops, bowing his head down to think.

roman gladly waits for him, spelling out that he, in a way, didn't want to continue either;he stares at the moon with silent guilt weighing his eyes.

they moved on eventually, when tomas wraps his head around the atmosphere and roman quits brooding the later parts the bushes for the former.

tom jumps without looking ahead.

previously blocked by Romans back he saw a man, unconscious, laying in the grass.

his eyes glazed over.

his mouth hanged open.

his face with no spot left unbruised.

he saw a man,dead, laying on the grass

“what did you do?” tomas asks for the third time. eyeing Roman up and down with barely disguised disgust showing I'm his eyes.

“i think its obvious”  roman jumps over closer to the body and further away from himself.  “i fucked up” he says with faux boredom coating his tongue  “went a bit too far this time”

tomas crouches down near the man's head, inspecting with a heavy hearth it's expression twisted in a final scream of anguish.

he watches incredulously as roman, with needles fake casualty nudges an arm with his foot. “i think i might need some help” 

tomas, understaiding, tosses the bags his way. “I'm not touching it”

roman huffs.

“welp” he announces, ignoring the way tomas burns his eyes into him “lets get to work”

tomas watches him struggle with the body, trying to make it sit. 

the man's phone falls out his Pockets and he panics. He immediately smashes it below his foot.

roman jumped “whats your problem?”

“they can track that” he stomps on it again for good measure.

“i could have sold it-” roman whines.

“tell me what happened” he more or less barks at him, wincing at the volume of his own voice.

roman gives a shaky sigh, pleading to the sky for strength to help him pull the man's legs closer to his chest while he talks.

“well,we were just supposed to fight” his gaze drifted over the body, faltering for only one second before continuing. 

“fucker slipped me a note with a date and place and i just came-uhmp!” he interrupted himself, struggling with the bodies limbs.

“and?” tom pressed.

“well i had a bad day! and He was pissing me off more than usual..” he splutters, throwing the dead man a Nasty look like he could see it. “so once i had him down i just kept stomping on his head”

his gut twists in disgust. roman, completely occupied with the task at hand, didn't notice.

he turns his eyes back to the clearing where the soft grass swayed in the strong wind.

tomas hears roman fitting the bags over the man.  a soft giggle, tone-deaf if you where to ask him, leaves his lips when he finishes. he doesn't know what came first, if the head or the legs but when he turns his head to glare at roman the man is fully covered.

"we have to get this out of sight somehow”

roman talks to himself.

tomas bites his tongue.‘we is a strong word’

unaware roman keeps going "do you still have that shovel in your garage?” 

not waiting for an answer roman grabs his bike like it belonged to him and,with little consideration for its owner standing behind him, balances the bags on it. 

he hopes he can feels his eyes burning his back. 

he watches, still struggling to believe it all, how his friend handled the corpse like it was no more than an inconvenience, cursing quietly to himself trying to thread the bike over a bush.

he'd love to be surprised to see the utter lack of care on the man's eyes.

he's grown accustomed to it,it always lingered whenever he talked about anything that wasn't himself,though tomas struggled to call him narcissistic; there's a slight difference between believing you're above everything and believing everything is below you. 

a certain nihilism always accompanies the latter. he knew this to be true, roman wasn't particularly shy about it. pessimistic anger coated his every word when they pertained to the world outside their own bubble.

he watches the only person outside his own brother that he's directed as much as a word towards in the last 6 months struggle with the corpse of the man he’d just killed.

silently as always, he makes a choice and jumps into the clearing.

"hey!" his friend calls out  "where are you going?" 

"you want the shovel right?" He avoids romans eyes. not letting him see the guilt welling on his own.

As soon as he's out of sight he sprints through the trees, blindly jumping and dodging until he hits the road again. out of breath he pushes himself, filling his mind with every minute detail of the dirt road below his feet to black out any other thoughts.

his chest burns already when he reaches his own street. With Every step he took  he could imagine his brother, arms crossed in the kitchen table, maybe drinking a coffee, maybe staring coldly at the door. waiting for him.

his voice, always weighed down with worry, would ask him where he went; and tomas, the weak man he is, would not be able to lie.

not to him.

he reaches the crossroad his house sat on, old and weathering with a certain charm that was lost in everyone but him.

the lights were all off still.

he jumps the first ,low, gate.going up the concrete stairs only to peek inside .he saw the kitchen empty. his legs give up in relief but his heart still pounds on his throat.

he went down the stairs again, letting his eyes linger on every leaf the tree besides it had to offer. in summer,it would blossom in beautiful pink but the wind didn't let him entertain that idea too much.

it didn't take him long to find the shovel. he gripped it in his hands like his life depended on it, but he didnt take  off with it, not instantly as he’s sure roman would hope.

he could turn back. climb back up the stairs and go back to bed.

he could call the police too, but the thought of not seeing roman again didn't feel right.

 only once did he consider himself behind bars too, it occurred to him in that moment that he cared very little where he got to spend the rest of his life, only his brother's imaginary disappointed-no- disgusted glare really moved him.

forcing himself to make a choice he again picks the worse one and takes off running again, now with the shovel clenched tightly to his chest

he gets to the crime scene and runs north from there, following the tracks of his own bike in what little dirt was left uncovered by vegetation.

roman;the man of the hour, sleep like a baby on a rock.he envied  him really.

slowly he approached, stalking just above the grass like a predator about to pounce, he sees the man stir as he raises the shovel.

in an anger fuelled attempt at playfulness tomas hits roman in the stomach with non insignificant strength.

roman yells and jumps to his feet, fists clumsily balled up in mockery of what could be a fighting stance. his eyes focus soon enough  tough and he lets his hands fall.

“thank god, you scared me” he lets the shovel be handed to him with no comment.tomas sits down on a different rock a few steps away, staring at the floor he snaps a branch off one of the nearby bushes.

"well!" roman dusts his pants off for show "I better get to work now! 

blindly he hears him struggle and lift the dirt from off the ground, occasionally feeling specks of it fly into his face.

"y'know when you mentioned-" the shovel struck a rock, roman struggled to lift it up again "having a shovel I wasn't expecting it to be so-" he pops it out the ground "small"

he complains like always, not really waiting for a response. even now tomas appreciated it to some degree.

not enough to fully ignore everything sadly. 

"should have told me it was more of a toy than anything-"

"there's blood in your hands now" tomas cuts his rambling off with a warning. a remainder he hopes will make it through that thick skull.

roman  scoffs "no there isn't,I get any on me"  he deflects, simple but effective it sent a very clear message.

‘i dont care’

silence,like always, is king between the both of them until tomas checks his watch.

"it's 4:36 already" he spoke up.

roman took the last bit of dirt off the hole. "I'm almost done" carelessly he began pushing the bag into the hole with his foot.

distantly the wind kept howling. tomas waited for it before he spoke again.

"my brother wakes up at 5:30" 

javier still had work early in the morning on saturdays.

roman clicked his tongue "I don't care-" 

"he'll notice if I'm gone,give me the shovel back"

tomas  demanded,but roman didn't listen, instead hitting the bag with it, making it go down further into the dirt.

"give me 5 more minutes with it" he argues. Tomas doesn't even bother to look back to him, nodding a yes hes sure roman didnt turn around for.

quickly he covers the hole back up and, as soon as he dusts his hands and before he declares his work done, tom rips the shovel out of his hands. roman doesn't protest when their eyes lock.

he runs again for the fourth time that night, reluctantly waving on his way out, mostly out of habit.

hes only a couple of steps away from his house when the sky gives in.

making his way into the kitchen he can hear his brother still snoring  loudly in his room.

He throws his clothes into the washer with the rest of the pile and starts the cycle, careful not to make too much noise, before going back to bed.

[loveforsatoru]

Our Blue Spring- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 7: Reconnecting)

It was still pouring rain as you continued kissing underneath the moonlight before reluctantly pulling away for air.

Nothing was said, nobody spoke. The sounds of the party going on are muffled as you two stood in your own bubble. It’s like the rest of the universe doesn’t exist. Satoru could die a happy man right now, keeping you close to his chest, silently worshiping your delicate and angelic features.

You feel shy under his gaze, your cheeks flushing the more he looks at you. There wasn’t a single ounce of hatred in his eyes. He didn’t curse you or belittle you for leaving. He thanked you for coming back. You didn’t expect it. He waited for you for 7 years. He was completely devoted. Even if you never came back, you’re sure he would die before giving his heart to another. In his mind, nobody is qualified enough to have his heart besides you. His heart only wants you.

It was so overwhelming, you began to cry, but he didn’t yell. He didn’t tell you to stop crying. He didn’t tell you that you had no reason to be crying, you shouldn’t be upset because you were the one who left. No, he didn’t do any of that.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say. I’m so humiliated. I’m so sorry for leaving. I shouldn’t have done that. I was stupid.” You spoke between gasps and choked sobs which only made his chest hurt. No matter what, he’d always care for you. No matter how many times you leave, tell him it won’t work out or distance yourself, he’d welcome you right back home with open arms because his embrace is your home.

“Shh, it’s okay, don’t cry.” He gently pulls you closer towards him, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with the pads of his thumb, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Aren’t you mad? How do you not hate me?” You looked up at him with a look he knew all too well. Glassy eyed, cheeks stained with tear streaks, and swollen lips as you let out small huffs, trying to control your emotions and steady your breathing.

“I’m not mad. I could never hate you. You could tell me 100 times over that you want nothing to do with me and I wouldn’t stop loving you.”

“But I left you.”

“And you came back. That’s all that matters.”

Hearing him say that made guilt wash over your body, hitting you like a truck. There are still many unresolved problems in your life. You can’t promise to stay by his side, but you’ll try.

“Where are you staying tonight?” He asks, playing with the ends of your now wet hair, a habit he never let go of.

“Shoko’s.”

“Tell her you’re coming with me. We have a lot to talk about.”

You nod as he takes your hand, leading you away from the party to the train station.

His fingers lace with yours so perfectly, almost engulfing your hand entirely. You missed the feeling of being with him, next to him.

“So tell me..” He began.

“Hm?”

“Why’d you leave?” The question came out calmly, but in reality, his heart is racing, dying to know.

“I had some personal issues that I needed to resolve.”

He looks down at you and cracks a small smile.

“Cmon, don’t you think I deserve an explanation? I wanna know everything that happened while you were gone.”

You furrow your brows, unsure of how to put it in words without making yourself out to be an idiot.

“I felt stuck.”

“In our relationship?”

“No, not at all. That was what delayed my move in the first place.”

He nods at your words, putting a hand on the small of your back as he leads you into the train. You both sit down and he drapes an arm around you, leaning your head on his chest.

“Go on.”

“Being a jujutsu sorcerer wasn’t for me. It wasn’t the kind of life I wanted. I felt that by staying in Japan, working in that field I would regret not pursuing what I wanted in the first place.”

“And what was that?” He made sure to be attentive while you spoke, wanting to really grasp what motivated you to pack up and disappear for all this time.

“Fashion. I had dreamed of becoming a fashion designer for years. Originally, I only planned to stay in Japan for 1-2 years to practice sorcery upon my parents request, but then I met you and it prompted me to stay longer. I watched too many things happen, lost people right before my eyes. And each time it did, I started to wonder if that was really what I wanted to continue doing for a lifetime before making the decision to move and pursue my dreams. I applied for a job in America, they accepted, offered to fly me out, so I took the deal. It was an opportunity I felt I couldn’t pass up.”

“Couldn’t you have talked it out with me? We could’ve figured something out. I wouldn’t have a problem moving to be with you.”

While he understands where you’re coming from and doesn’t blame you one bit because if you’re happy, then he’s happy, it just hurt him a little to hear that you couldn’t go to him about it.

“That’s the problem. I knew you would drop everything to be with me, but it wouldn’t be the right thing for you to do. You’re needed here. You’re the strongest. Who knows what could’ve possibly happened if you decided to come with me? We had two different things going for us in life. It just wouldn’t work out.”

He doesn’t know how to respond. You’re right and he can’t deny that.

“I get it. So, what do you do for work?”

“I have my own clothing line.”

“Really? And how’s that going?”

“Amazing. It’s gotten pretty big. I’m surprised you haven’t heard about it. It’s why I flew back in the first place. My manager thought it’d be a good idea to expand the company worldwide.”

“Huh? Good for you. I’m proud of you. I couldn’t possibly blame you for leaving if it were to follow your passion and make a good living out of it.”

“So you’re saying you would be mad at me if I had any other reason?” You say, sarcastically, knowing he would still love you no matter the reason.

“Yup. I would fall in love with another and forget about you.” He laughs, darting his tongue out and poking at your side, making you jolt.

“Stop tickling me!” You laugh in between breaths and attempt to claw at his wrist.

The sounds of both your laughter fill the quiet train. Some people turn to look at you, but neither of you care. You’ve missed being able to laugh and smile with each other after so long.

“Okay, okay, try to sleep for a little while. You’re probably tired since you flew in early in the morning and the train won’t get to Tokyo for another hour and a half.” He says, releasing the hold he had on your sides to tuck you comfortably into him like he used to.

You happily curl into him, attempting to make yourself as warm as possible with his body heat. You’re completely worn out and he realizes that.

Immediately, you’re fast asleep Your breathing is heavy as your chest heaves up and down, enjoying the familiarity and comfort of his hold.

He strokes strands of hair away to get a better look at your face. He traces his thumb along your cheek, over your plump lips down to your jawline before pulling out his phone and taking a picture. He wants to remember this.