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blackknight-kai · 3 months ago

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Prompt From My Discord Server: Crinkle

Destined One (Wukong version is below this one) can also be read on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63774043/chapters/163516654

AN: This is in terms that Reader is from the future and is helping DO with his journey- Reader can travel between future and past (for short periods of time) and can take him with.

Destined One is named Biff because that’s what I named DO originally when I first played the game. Biff means to hit things really hard….Also, my intention is for reader & DO to be mates 😉

Reader is Gen neutral

A very distinct and familiar sound wakes you suddenly, causing your eyes to snap open with immediate wakefulness. The beautiful night sky you can only truly see here without any light pollution greets your gaze as you lie on your back, the soft bedroll youve been sleeping on for the last several months and blankets a warm comfort.

Your brow furrows with confusion as the familiar sound cuts through the quiet night air again, it’s a sound that shouldn’t bless the wind during this time period. Purposely you dont move, listening. Waiting. A soft crinkle fills the darkness.

Slowly a smirk spreads across your cheeks and you sit up suddenly, causing your bedmate to react almost violently with a shuffle of noises. Turning, you look at Biff, hes on his side facing away from you with his shoulder hunched and body taut. He’s lying eerily still….too still.

“Whatcha got there Biff?” You grin and lean close trying to peer over his tense shoulder in the darkness, only a dying fire giving you enough light to see him properly.

Biff stiffens further and glances at you from the corner of his eye, he shakes his head quickly to say ‘Nothing’.

Narrowing your eyes you sit up fully and sit cross legged. “Come on, I know youre hiding something,” you poke his shoulder but he chirps softly with a shrug and again shakes his head. Biff then makes a show of stretching stiffly and carefully before nuzzling the side of his face against a make shift pillow and closing his eyes, feigning sleep. With a suspicious shrug you lay back down on your back.

You dont fall asleep though, instead you wait patiently. Purposely you slow your breathing after a while knowing he can hear you and your heart rate, wanting to make sure he thinks you’ve fallen for his ‘trick’. It takes some time but eventually there is a small quiet shuffle next to you, a soft faint crinkling fills the air again, this time almost inaudible and you wouldn’t have heard it if you hadnt been waiting for it.

Jolting up suddenly you lunge for Biff, he makes a surprised chirp before scurrying to roll away from you and clearly trying to hide his ‘prize’ from you by rolling to his stomach, a loud sharp crinkling coming from him. The next several moments is a mess of you two wrestling, you trying to get at whatever he’s hiding and him trying to bat your sneaky hands away. Eventually, after struggling and tickling him enough the two of you end up with him on his back holding your devilish hands while you straddle his middle. His tail is wrapped around your waist keeping you still and immobilizing you.

Grinning and panting softly you stare down at him, noting how his cheeks are slightly puffed out. “Biiiiiff,” You call his name teasingly. “What were you eating?”

Biff’s cheeks tint slightly and his brown eyes watch you carefully for any sudden movements. He shakes his head sharply, his calloused hands squeezing yours gently but firmly holding you from ‘attacking’ him.

“You weren’t eating anything? So you dont mind opening your mouth right? Come on, dont be shy.”

Your handsome monkeys brow furrows and his he shakes his head a little unsure, a soft ‘Nuh uh’ sound leaving his throat. He clearly pouts when you laugh down at him and struggle under his hold. You tease him for several moments, remarking on his ‘chipmunk’ cheeks and eye contact avoidance. Eventually, you tell him you can see a sliver of sliver poking out and shining from the corner of his mouth and Biff gives up. He slowly sits up and deposits you on the bed roll in front of him, keeping you close with his tail around your waist.

Carefully he opens his mouth, a soft crinkling coming from it and to your delight you see a small plastic bag unfurling as he lets go of one of your hands to pluck it from his jaws.

Wrinkling your nose at the wet plastic you snicker at the familiar design. “Fruit snacks? Really? You know those aren’t made of real fruit right?”

Biff glowers at your giggling and shrugs with a huff. He smacks his lips and tosses the small packaging on to the ground just at the edge of the bedroll before leaning back, you watch with wide amused eyes as he grabs a few more wrappers from under his pillow.

“Y-you dork!” You cackle at him as he slumps his shoulders sheepishly presenting you with the handful of empty wrappers. “Did you steal those from my pantry when we went back this morning?” The image of him, tail swishing mischievously, sneaking the baggies of fruit snacks into your sack while keeping an ear open for you to walk into your modern day kitchen fills your mind. The two of you had gone back to your time to freshen up your clothes and restock on a few things before continuing on your journey to help him in the past.

The monkey man in front of you, having had enough of your laughing at him, tosses the wrappers to the side with the other one and lunges forward. A startled yelp leaves your throat as he snags you and pushes you down onto the bedding, his heavy body holding you in place as he wraps himself around you in ‘punishment’. You struggle half heartedly while giggling, his arms and body weight simultaneously squishing you as he tries to force you to sit still and ‘sleep’ if the chirps and firm nuzzling he’s doing is anything to go by.

After several moments you both relax and a soft sleepiness falls over you, your shared warmth and closeness lulling you two to sleep.

“You know,” You whisper in the darkness close to his ear, he still hasn’t moved from being mostly on top of you like a cozy weighted blanket. Biff sleepily chuffs softly in response, nuzzling his nose and mouth against your neck. “You cant leave those wrappers lying around, gotta clean them up in the morning or else headlines in the news when I go back home will be running a feature on time traveling fruit snacks and then they might all be sold out, you may never get to eat those delicious treats again,” You tease him and giggle when he nips your jaw in retaliation before settling heavily against you, squeezing you to him pointedly.

Sun Wukong (Gen Neutral Reader)

Once again, reader is from the future and can travel between with Wukong for short periods of time. My intent in a way is that reader hasn’t fully committed to letting go of the future in full YET but is Wukongs mate.

Sweat drips from your brow and you pant softly, carefully watching your opponent for their next strike. The warm sun doesnt do you any favors today especially since there isnt a breeze to be had and the monkey yaoguai in front of you eyes you warily, making sure to keep you in his sights as well for any sudden movements. The both of you are locked into your training, focusing entirely on each other as you trade turns attacking, dodging, or blocking. Occasionally you ‘teacher’ calls out instructions or corrections but he’s been oddly quiet for the last several moments, allowing you to figure your next moves or mistakes out for yourself.

Or so you thought.

You’re vaguely aware of a sudden movement to your left, the boulder where *he* usually sits to monitor your training. But you only have eyes for your opponent, a black furred monkey warrior with a smattering of silver hairs showing off his age. Just as youre about to go in for a strike a strange sound fills the air, startling both you and your sparring partner.

Snapping your head to towards the boulder, something you instinctively know you shouldn’t do and have been told not to do repeatedly. Luckily for you, the black furred monkey does the same, and you both catch a deep meaningful glare from Wukong as he sits lazily on the large rock observing you two, his tail swishing with annoyance at your clear distraction and mistake of looking away from your fight.

Your eyes are drawn to his hands, where hes cupping something and you narrow your eyes in annoyance as you recognize it. The object crinkling familiarly as Wukong dips a clawed hand into it and pulls out a snack, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing on it obnoxiously. The loud crunching sound reaches your ears and you glare back at him while he chews with his mouth open.

“Peaches how many times do I have to tell you don-“

“What do you think you’re eating?” You interrupt him, pointing your wooden training staff at his hands and the small snack bag that crinkles once again as he digs into it.

Wukong pauses and raises his eyebrow at you, looking down at his hands and back up at you he shrugs nonchalantly, sticking another chip into his mouth. “I procured these lovely delicacies from your ‘home’,” The monkey King retorts, the word home almost said in disgust. He’s made no effort to hide the fact that he prefers the idea that his mountain is your home and not the apartment you hold in the distant future.

“Procured-You stole those from my neighbor didnt you?” You stomp up to him, forgetting momentarily about your opponent. The snacks were not something you generally buy for yourself, since they seem a bit like a waste of money and honestly can sometimes be too addicting for their own good. The image of a box of assorted chips and other groceries settled against your neighbors door from earlier that morning when you’d made a quick run to for some supplies flashes in your brain, their weekly grocery delivery. Stopping in front of his rock you notice the small bag of chips in his hand reads ‘Doritos’ and you glare at Wukong, wondering in the back of your mind how he’d snuck that box of assorted chips by you when you both had returned to his time period.

The monkey king, having finished his snack shrugs and tosses the red crinkling bag over his shoulder. “Sharing is caring, isnt that what you told me Peaches?” Wukong replies with a smart ass tone as he picks his teeth with a sharp claw uncaringly.

Your fist tightens its hold on your wooden staff as you glower at him, of course he would use modern phrases like that against you and you mentally note not to teach him anymore for the future sake of your sanity. “Just because they called you unkempt doesnt mean you get to steal from them Wukong,” You sternly tell him, now trying to figure out how the hell youre going to sneak a box of those chips to your neighbor without them knowing it was your partner that had stolen them.

Wukong scoffs, turning his nose up at you. “I dont care what that pigs anus thinks of me, I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about for these treats. Your magic picture box talks about them much too often for them not to be of value and why shouldn’t I get to experience them for myself hmm?”

You know damn well he’s bothered by your neighbor, the guy had taken one look at Wukong in one of your giant hoodies and pulled you aside to tell you how unkempt the monkey king looked, assuming he was just a very hairy man. Wukong and his superior hearing had of course heard the comment and taken it to heart, for hours all you heard from him was bitching and grumbling about how preposterous that comment had been because he grooms his fur daily. You’d had to reassure him he had the most handsome and gorgeous fur, while also keeping him from trying to bust down your neighbors door to beat the poor soul up. You also know that Wukong knows what a tv is and knows what the modern terms for everything are, he just chooses to be dramatic on purpose with the intent to be annoying.

“You know we have to be careful about what we bring here, not a single trace of those can be left Wukong,” You chide him, reminding him of the importance of keeping modern things out of the past as much as possible, the fear of screwing up the future in any way weighs on you heavily. There is always the chance that something you do may lead you to never being able to meet him, and you’d rather not find out about that reality, you’ve told him as much many times.

“Yes Peaches I know,” Wukong’s eyes and voice softens a little before he grins. “Now, dont you have some sparring to do?” Your monkey king looks pointedly between you and your forgotten opponent, trying to remind you that your spar isnt done.

Glaring at Wukong one more time you sigh heavily. Deciding to let it go for now you relax your shoulders and roll your neck before turning back to make your way to your training partner. It takes a few moments to get back into the sparring mindset but fairly soon you’re successfully blocking a quick strike from the black furred monkey.

The match is once again interrupted though by Wukong. An obnoxious ripping and crinkling sound catching the two of you off guard and once again youre forced to look over at the lounging monkey king. Irritation wells up inside you as he has another bag in his hand and is crunching away on another handful of chips.

“Do you really have to do that right now? It’s distracting,” You huff with annoyance.

Wukong grins at you, his eyes filled with amusement. “If youre that distracted by someone eating then you’re failing your training Peaches,” He remarks causing your cheeks to flush a little. “Besides, isnt it a custom from your time to snack when youre watching a show?”

That causes you to roll your eyes and shake your head. Mumbling under your breath you decide to ignore him, which on any given day is either necessary or a really bad thing. Today it’s necessary.

Later, after your spar is over, Wukong of course resuming his ‘teacher’ duties properly and making sure to keep you on your toes, you hold back a knowing grin as Wukong inspects his next ‘treat’. He’d meandered his way towards you several minutes ago after you had sat down on the grass to rest, his knee brushes yours and his tail is curled loosely around your waist. Purposely you dont say a single thing as he opens this new chip bag and greedily snags a few chips, stuffing them into his mouth with a hum.

Wukong’s body freezes momentarily and his nose crinkles, you watch as he quickly swallows and then opens his mouth sucking in gulps of air. Laughter starts spilling out of you as he begins fanning his mouth and turns to glare at you for laughing at his misfortune. Little chirps and whines leave his throat and he scurries to chug some water from his gourd.

“What? Cant handle a little heat?” You tease him, snickering when he tosses the offensive chip bag away from him.

He gives you a betrayed look, his eyes red and watering. “Why is it spicy?” He rasps, looking pitiful with his tongue partly hanging out of his mouth and his fur starting to fluff up.

Smirking you reach for the bag and read the name, jalapeño flavor. Making eye contact with Wukong you reach in and take a few chips out, grinning widely as you put them into your mouth and chew on them without trouble, well…..any trouble that you would show him that is. “Poor thing, I guess thats what you get for being a thief.”

Wukong, ignoring your comment, looks at you with wide eyes as you seemingly eat a few more chips without issue. “I always knew you were a monster,” He whispers dramatically and scoots away from you.

Grinning you lunge for him, tackling him to the ground as he screeches loudly and dramatically with ‘fear’. You both know that if he hadnt wanted to there was no way you would have been able to budge him. But as you two roll around playfully you cant stop the cackles that come out of you as he hoots and chirps, yelling for his black furred warrior to save him from this ‘hellspawn creature’.

The black furred monkey yaoguai rolls his eyes at the dramatic display, getting up from his own resting spot and picking up his staff he walks away from the gross display of flirting from his King and future Kings Consort.

“My own people have forsaken me!”

#black myth wukong #sun wukong x reader #black myth wukong x reader #destined one x reader #bk kai writes #sun wukong #journey to the west #Im still here guys #trying to get back into writing #sorry it’s been so long 😭

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flaneur001 · 2 months ago

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Trouble

Everything that concerned you spelled trouble.

How else could he describe his present predicament?

The whirr of the cold air gently swirling through the open window opposite his desk, felt like dew atop Zayne’s face, melting rapidly under the burning ice blossoming on his heated skin, in intricate patterns of frost.

He let out a deep groan, his research papers long forgotten in a scattered pile on the floor, as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs.

Zayne

Zaynie

Dr.Zayne

My big snowman

Your voice ricocheted in his mind like an oddly persistent echo. Traveled across the valley of his heart, gently twisting the muscle in a painful grip, and crawled up his spine, like nails atop a chalkboard.

You consumed his self, until he was no more.

His need translated into an inebriated sigh, a plea for his restrain to let go, as he unzipped his slacks, and threw his head back.

Pearly teeth clamped down on his blushing lips, and he imagined you.

Your petulant teasing.

Your florid flirtations.

Your bold pushes against his ever pristine control.

The cracks had appeared long before Zayne had cared to acknowledge them.

And finally he moaned, the last of his sanity shattering, as he slipped a hand to the front of his slacks and tugged the erection tenting there. Hard.

A few pumps and he will go back to his work.

A few strokes and he will end this madness. This insane, pathetic, vulgar indulgence into his baser needs.

An image of you, plucking his glasses off his nose, and he found himself fucking his fist. Roughly, manically, erotically, chanting your name like a plea.

A plea for release.

Hips thrusting up, hazel eyes rolling back, he was possessed by the desire. Imagining your wet heat encompassing his needy, leaking dick, instead of his calloused hands bringing him to completion.

The cold wind carrying the perfume of the first kiss of spring, tickled his eyes, reminiscent of your lips on his forehead, and he came.

Beautifully submitting to the trouble named you.

#trying to get back into writing #smut is something I still need to get used to #my words💜#flâneur✨#ashewrites📝#lnds x reader #lnds zayne #zayne smut #lnds smut #dr zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deep space smut #zayne li #li shen love and deepspace #li shen #zayne x reader #lnds x you

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orphicmusings · 1 year ago

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thinking about a ranger tav making astarion work for feeding on them one night— they know these woods like the back of their hand, they know where prey hides, how they blend in. they bring up this challenge to him just seconds before they run away giddily into the darkness, their giggles disappearing with them. he wanted to have a leisurely, relaxing night, but no. they asked for it.

he immediately dashes after them, following the scent of their blood and the sound of their thudding heartbeat. they’ll even taunt him, too, strategically goading him when they’re in spots they know he doesn’t have the skills to reach. he rolls his eyes and puts on his usual air of nonchalance the whole time, dramatically sighing and threatening to just leave them out here, even though he knows they could easily find their way out better than he could. until, of course, the inevitable happens, a snap of a twig, the crumple of leaves, and his feet carry him as fast as they could.

“gotcha.” he teases breathlessly in their ear as he cages them against a tree, their entire body trapped between his chest and rough bark. “now, do you think i’ve earned my treat?”

#TRYING TO GET BACK INTO WRITING #might as well do my hyperfixation #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin x reader #astarion ancunin x tav #astarion #astarion ancunin

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voidandabyssal · 1 year ago

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Hi! How would the tale and swap bros react to an s/o who practices the occult? Like, doing rituals, summoning demons and spirits and stuff like that.

Sans:

Thumbs up

He doesn’t really care all too much. Sans is pretty happy to just let you indulge in your hobbies

Heck you could probably offer him as sacrifice and he wouldn’t be all too bothered

At least until an actual demon pops up, then he’s a little concerned

Sans isn’t too keen on actually getting sold to a demon so those sort of date nights end pretty quickly

Papyrus:

Papyrus is pretty enthusiastically going along with you

He fully gets into it as well

You have to stop Papyrus from showing up at your house in some long dark occult robe he found

So long as your occult stuff doesn’t actually hurt anyone or anything Papyrus is happy to let you be you

Blue:

Blues a little concerned at first, to be fair, occult generally doesn’t get a very good public wrap

Once he kinda observes you just doing your thing, summoning spirits and stuff, he’s okay with it

He does try and get you to summon dead victims of cases he’s working on

Kinda hard to defend yourself when the dead spirit of the person you murdered is standing right there accusing you of it

Suddenly Ebott becomes a much safer city, hm, I can imagine its because of the police skeleton with the occult s/o who keeps summoning the spirits of those murdered

Stretch:

Oh, my, god

This is his greatest dream come true

Stretch reads way too many books so he’s got all these crazy ideas

It’s probably the most energetic he’s been in a long time

You let him join in ONE time and he somehow manages to summon the goat man

By the end of that night, the world is minus one goat man and Stretch now owns a random bridge in the U.S

#trying to get back into writing #undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #undertale headcanons #papyrus x reader #voidimagines

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midnight-stormm · 1 year ago

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Dreamnap cuddling on the couch watching a basketball game on the big screen; sapnap laying on dream's chest, his arms looped around his midsection as dream runs his fingers through his hair. Sap letting out a little hums as he softly close his eyes basking in the warmth underneath him and the feeling of dreams fingers nails scrapping softly against his scalp as he starts lulling off to sleep🥺

#gosh i love dreamnap #i thoguht about them being soft together #trying to get back into writing #this may be all over the place but im going through it😭#stormm.text

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popchoc · 5 months ago

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let’s do some prompts! 🤗

I created my very own, hopefully fun little list of everything - time will tell if that was the best idea ever (lol) - so I’d say: let’s go.

Send me a number + character OR couple (canon or not), and I’ll try to make it work!

01 The truth? You can’t handle the truth. 02 I’d do it all again. 03 Don’t say you’re sorry. 04 You said it was an emergency. 05 Do you love her/him?* 06 I can hardly breathe without you. 07 I won our bet. I’m claiming my price. 08 You and me, babe, how about it? 09 I need to hear it from you. 10 You broke my heart. Twice. 11 Don’t look away. 12 It’s your mom/dad/brother/sister.* 13 Let me help you. 14 I’ll meet you on the other side. 15 This is gonna hurt. 16 Was any of it even real? 17 Say please. 18 How are you this cute? 19 You think you’re funny, don’t you? 20 I tried to hate you. I really did. 21 Have you lost your actual mind? 22 Just… go. 23 I can’t keep forgiving you. 24 You want me to beat him/her up?* 25 You can't always be the hero. 26 You’re here? 27 Tell me what you’re thinking. 28 Did you just trick me? 29 What’s the hurry? 30 I’m not sick. I don’t get sick. 31 Close your eyes. 32 Do you have any idea how hot you are? 33 I’m such a fool. 34 I know you can’t answer this, but… are you a CIA agent? 35 Can we start over? 36 You talk in your sleep. Like... a lot. 37 I didn’t mean to hurt you. 38 Promise me you’ll never cook another meal ever again! 39 Let’s get you home. 40 They scare me, okay. There’s nothing funny about that. 41 We should hang out more often. 42 Don’t worry, I’m here. 43 Wanna go star gazing with me? 44 I don’t even like coffee. 45 How many have you killed? 46 Smiling looks good on you. 47 I never got over you. I never will. 48 Yeah, no, I’m not getting in there. 49 You look happy. 50 I know what you need right now.

(The ones crossed off I've done already and can all be found here.)

Edit Jan. 19: though I am still taking request at this moment I've got quite a bunch still to write, so please do know it might take a while. I also might get a bit more selective when it comes to new ones, to keep things fun and divers.

Feb. 02: Closed! Thanks for all your requests and responses!

#trying to get back into writing #maybe this helps (or ruins me for good - lol)#some shows i watch(ed):#grey's anatomy #station 19 #the 100 #(fear) the walking dead #dexter #orphan black #the haunting of bly manor #special ops: lioness #(feel free to ask for another one; i just can't promise i know it (well enough))#writing prompts #fanfiction

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months ago

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Happy New Year 2025!!!🍾🎉🧨

I hope everyone had a great holiday season.

I think I've decided that I want to bring back my Valentine's Day blind dating game from last year (finish the 2024 dates first) and open it back up for 2025. I'll link the info to this post later, but would y'all like that?

#new entry!🪶📖🤍๋ྀི࣭ ๋࣭ ⭑#trying to get back into writing #thots plz

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009720kakashi · 11 months ago

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Hmmmmm…that was not good. Kakashi was standing in front of his open fridge pretty much staring into emptiness making a face. Damned… he really should have gone grocery shopping before his mission. For a short moment he entertained the idea of not eating and just go to sleep but dropped the thought pretty much immediately. He had lived on ration bars for the last couple of days. He needed a proper meal but then he also needed rest. He also very much was not in the mood for company.

“Well…I‘m a ninja ne? Should be able to evade people right?“ he muttered to himself and then sighed.

He closed the fridge door, put the mask and Hitai Ate back on. His hair was still wet from the shower and hang sadly over his eyes. He pushed it back and slipped into his shoes.

Kakashi had almost made it to the closest grocery store. Then his journey came to a sudden stop when he noticed Team 8 blocking the entrance to the grocery store. With the wind coming from north/ east neither Kiba nor Akamaru should be able to get a scent. So that was good. He hid behind the corner watching Team 8 and waited for them to leave.

“Why are we observing Team 8? Are they not Team 8 but infiltrators?” he heard Maito Gai’s voice close to his ear. It gave him such a start he pretty much jumped.

“Don’t do that! Who sneaks up on a Shinobi!?” Kakashi complained.

For a moment Gai just stared at him with concentrated frown on his face.

“We do that all the time actually” Gai replied.

“ENEMY SHINOBI GAI ENEMY SHINOBI.”

“Hmmmmm…” Gai said and leaned in far too close for comfort.

“I have never managed to sneak up on Kakashi though…Kakashi is also on a mission…the hair is completely wrong as well…it’s more…fluffy…who are you and how did you get into the village?” Gai said getting into a fighting stance.

“Through the gate Gai…through the gate…I’m back early…also my hair not fluffy…” he replied.

“It sure is not right now…” Kurenai said, approaching with her Team in tow because of course they had noticed them now.

“You cannot use that much conditioner Kakashi…it makes the hair heavy” she added with a smile.

“That’s not Kakashi…I snuck up on him…he was also behaving very strange…watching the entrance of the grocery store” Gai said suspiciously.

“Sure it’s Kakashi…I sense no Genjutsu … Kiba…Akamaru?” She said,looking expectantly at the two of them. The young Inuzuka stepped closer and sniffed at him.

“I’m well aware of the fact that you do not need to do that standing this close to me” the copy nin complained glancing at Kiba.

“Have to be sure Kakashi sensei” Kiba replied with a smirk, giving a slight shrug.

“See” Kurenai said, looking at Gai.

“So…what are you doing Kakashi?” She continued.

“Buying food?”

“You will have to go in the store for that though…not lurk in front of it…did you try to avoid a conversation here?” She asked amused.

“I just want food and sleep” he sighed because he just did not have it in him anymore to discuss.

“That I do believe…Team 8 get Kakashi sensei something to eat…Gai bring him home. He might run into a wall as tired as he looks…”

“Yo” Gai said and then turned to Kakashi.

“I will better carry you” he added dead serious.

“Absolutely not” he said and started walking.

“But you might faint again” Gai said but did follow him fortunately without making an attempt to carry him.

“I won’t faint…I do not faint all the time…where does this rumour come from anyway?” Somehow people had this notion of him being prone fainting.

“Not all the time but…you know…it does happen…I had to carry you from Suna.”

“I was walking fine back then…you just could not handle to go at a low speed” Kakashi replied and the bickering went on till they reached his apartment. Maybe running into people was not such a bad thing after all.

#hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #maito gai #kurenai yuhi #naruto rp #009720kakashi #one shot #trying to get back into writing #it feels a bit ooc but I wanted something lighter #also there have to be more Gai senseis

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sentientsky · 9 months ago

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exit stage left and keep moving. don’t let them see the whites of your eyes, the red of your blood (aka, an excerpt from a poem i wrote mid-panic attack lmao)

#trying to get back into writing #it’s not working too well lol #i have attachment issues can u tell #my words #my poetry #poetry #words words words #poets on tumblr #writeblr #personal

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seventhsign · 2 months ago

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snippet of a thing i’m writing

#trying to get back into writing #vtm #oc: sasha broz

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 2 years ago

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For Wraith x reader. If you'd like pre entity maybe first dates and if you'd prefer after entity perhaps domestic life. I thought either way, something sweet uwu

Sooo...I may have misread the ask...I have to admit I read things the other way around lol. What I have provided is a fic of Pre-Entity Philip living a domestic life with his partner, just a sweet moment. I'll make sure to write some more Philip with the actual prompt ^^ I hope this is good enough!

Warmth

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Before you’re able to pry your eyes open, your body registers a warmth.

A comforting warmth that bathes the entirety of your bare back and the exposed parts of your arms. Below your torso is a heat, equally as soothing but…still a bit much.

You finally open those tired eyes of yours, stuck in a moment of bliss as a cloud of both wakefulness and dream fogs your mind. You scrunch up your nose at the bright sunlight that hits your groggy features after you turn your face to the open curtains. The Virginia sun sure was intense today, but even then, you feel a solace that prompts a smile to form on your lips.

Despite the humidity that you could now feel throughout the bedroom, you remained under the sheets that caused your bottom half to heat up.You thought about giving yourself just five more minutes. Or perhaps ten. If not twenty.

Well, those were your thoughts until the moment a scent filled your nostrils. Even the scent managed to feel…warm, but you knew it was the stove it came from that made it seem that way.

A groan sounded deep within your throat as you turned your head to bury your face into your pillow. Clearly, sleep would be no more, for your heart and mind had other ideas. After such a scent hit you, you knew where you had to be.

And so, you gingerly uncovered yourself and moved your blanket to the side, allowing the open window’s fresh air to hit your skin. You couldn’t help but give a deep, long sigh, stretching your arms out after sitting on the edge of the bed.

Your feet found your worn out slippers: once money wasn’t so tight, you’d make sure to buy a new pair for you, and for him.

Yes, him, the very man who’s actions unintentionally managed to pull you out and away from sweet slumber. The very man who you now watched in the kitchen after having dressed yourself a bit more. The very man who always woke up early to cook you something while you continued to sleep after an enjoyable evening.

A soft smile came upon your features as your eyes followed his every move, hearing as quiet music played in the room. Your eyes watched his tall form stand before the hot stove, beads of sweat apparent on the back of his neck. Even in this heat, he felt the need to stand over the stove’s scorching fire and prepare a meal. With what he told you about his history with fire, there was no doubt you could consider yourself lucky.

“Good morning Philip.” you called out to him not wanting to startle the male who turned to you in an instant. Usually, he’d catch onto you watching him, but he may have been too entranced on breakfast this once.

“Good morning,” he replied, evidently much more awake than you were. “I did not want to wake you.”

“Thanks, but whatever you’re making didn’t guarantee that.”

Philip could only smile in response, quickly averting his gaze and turning his body to look back at the stove. An excuse to shy away from the slight flattery,

“What are you even making?” you playfully made your way over to Philip, poking your head from behind him to look at his pan. This was when you took notice of the bowl and plate set on the counter beside the stove. Ah, that’s what it was.

“Pancakes.” Philip’s accent sounded, making you smile once more before you pressed your face against his back. “I thought you would like.”

“Well, you were right.” you mumbled as you brought your arms up, snaking them around his body to wrap yourself around his thin waist. “They already smell so delicious.”

“Good.” he replied, his body overcome with a fluttering feeling at your touch. It was impossible for him to hide his smile as he resumed his cooking, turning his head enough to see you poke your head out again. In that moment, he ever so skillfully flipped the flapjack he currently worked on.

“Impressive.”

Philip beamed with pride at the comment: boy did he love looking cool in front of you.

You returned your face to his back, this time pressing an ear against him as your other listened to the music that played. Slowly shutting your eyes, you squeezed Philip’s waist just a bit tighter before humming along to the tune.You even began swaying your body, making Phiilp’s move with yours.

This immediately prompted him to finish the pancake on his pan, and the stove was turned off right then and there. Thankfully, this made the heat lessen.

You felt him shift in your hold, so you released him for just a se4cond. A second he took to turn in place, now facing you completely so that he could wrap his arms around you. And as you both swayed to the music, he leaned his head down to meet with your forehead.

“I love this song.” you whispered.

“And I love you.” Philip breathed out, shutting his eyes with a flustered scrunch of his nose. Even after all this time of you dating him, his own bold actions still brought out the shy Philip Ojomo you had first met.

You once again buried yourself into him, this time into his chest that proved to be hot to the touch. In turn, Philip hugged you closely before hiding his face in your neck. Neither of you enjoyed the heat, but this embrace was something not even that could ruin.

“Are you working late today?” “Mmhm.”

“Have you made lunch?”

Philip shook his head against you, eliciting a pull away from you so that you could look him in the eye.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get something from work.” you raised an eyebrow, receiving a sheepish smile from the man. “Philip, that food is disgusting.”

“The salad is okay.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fresh. Let alone refrigerated properly.” you gave a slight huff, soon pressing your forehead against his chest. “You know, if you would already ask me to move in with you I wouldn’t have to worry about you eating enough.”

And although the humidity remained, Philip’s body froze at your words. Perhaps that may have been a little too forward. It already took a while for Philip to open up to you, let alone be invited to his place. And spend the night. Yes, there was also the somewhat naive part of him, but…oof.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have-”

“You’re right.”

Now it was your turn to be taken aback.

You lifted your gaze up to his face, both pairs of eyes meeting each other.

“And…you make tasty lunch.” Philip continued as he looked down at you, eventually turning his eyes away. “It…it would be easier to hold you…and you would not have to leave anymore.”

“Yeah…”

Feeling bashful yourself, you took a moment to look away from Philip. But knowing him, somebody had to break the silence.

“Would you-” “I should-”

Spoke at the same time, that wasn’t anything new. And neither were the grins you gave each other at that moment.

“Maybe…we should eat the pancakes before they get any colder.”

Philip nodded at the suggestion, both of you finally letting go of the other before you began to set up the plates.

“And…” you began, grabbing Philip’s attention as he brought over the rest of the items. “What do you want for lunch?”

“Anything is okay.”

“Alright.” you nodded, soon taking a seat at the table before Philip followed suit. “I’ll make sure to take a trip to your work later. Then I’ll…focus on dinner. That is if you want me to come over again.”

“No.”

“N-No?”

“I mean…I can make dinner,” the man cleared his throat.”I would love the company.”

“Well, I can just wait until you’re out, and we can make it together.”

“I like that.”

“Good.”

Philip spoke the word to himself; it was almost as if he was trying to teach himself how to speak again. But any word he spoke, it ached. Burned. Toasted his throat that felt inflamed with every breath.

“Good.” he repeated, wincing at the strain in his throat. He shut his eyes, almost in an attempt to soothe himself.

Philip inhaled before a raspy breath sounded, and when he exhaled, a similar sound is what escaped him. All he could do was growl, opening his eyes as he scanned his surroundings.

He had been standing in the dump that was Azarov’s scrap yard, specifically the main office where…everything took place. What he had been doing there in the first place, his mind had already erased that. That happened a lot here unfortunately.

He wasn’t sure how he brought himself to this specific room, perhaps he had just been…wandering around. There wasn’t much else he could do in this dilapidated land. Nothing but…study everything in detail, if one’s boredom really took its toll.

Philip’s eyes inspected the wall he had been standing in front of,now fixated on the exact item that had sent him into a daze. Before him was a cube shaped locker, its door labeled with a sticker that read P. Ojomo. But inside the locker was a miniature hook, and hanging on said hook was a ring of keys.

Anybody who came across it would pay no mind to it, and Philip was grateful for that.

His towering figure reached out to the ring, taking it out and lifting it up to his face to properly examine it. He remembered.

His car key.

The shop’s key.

The gas station’s kay.

His house key.

And…an extra one. A repeat. An identical one to his house key. Shining and brand new, unlike all the others that were practically rusting and damaged.

Philip could only blink at the key, eventually shutting his eyes at the memory of his old home. He couldn’t bring himself to pry his exhausted eyes open, not wanting to awaken in the coldness of this new world he inhabited.

#dbd #dbd x reader #dbd wraith #dbd philip ojomo #wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #pre entity wraith #trying to get back into writing #literally wrote this as i played wraith matches haha #please enjoy #feel free to send requests

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