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[mychaelsoj]

hi hi!! if you want to, could you write a Ronin x Reader fic where they have a drawing/craft date night together or something similar? Have a great day ^_^

Let Me Love You ♡

ᴀ/ɴ: trust me I want, I especially love it when I have the freedom of adding stuff, I am 666% sure you're gonna love this. I know this is incredible ᴄᴡ: Mentions of smoking, suggestive at the very end

Frankly, it was one of your most cherished and unhinged moments (then again anything w your boyfriend is deranged; It's part of the charm), not being able to settle in bed meant making your way to the purgatory as it were the park, a second destination after school to put thoughts into words and nine times out of ten Ronin would be there and what do you guys do if not break the laws imposed by society? Scribbles with wet paint on white walls blank yet to find a meaning, well with Ro; things had meaning even if the meaning meant 'it is what it is' Truth be told, unpredictable plays a big part in his personality sometimes you had these deep conversations with no warning whatsoever, sometimes you'd share a blunt, bible quotes or even normal silly couple activities; Do not mistake this, planning sweet cafe dates, oh no, it would be very much preparation free a word drop is enough arrangement. And yeah, To say it was a relatively healthy bond out loud was a stretch; however, to insert your presence, leave little fragments around his space or rather in this case a wanted serial killer's space, scare or concern didn't linger, here no harm would reach you. The rule was simple: On the canvas picture something resembling your lover.

Legs tangled making up the huge space for the art corner, the smell of gore stuck with the room as well as a floor lamp to make up for the lack of head lighting, the canvas abandoned on your lap, in a angle Ronin couldn't peek, ''Art is patient, art is kind. It does not envy and to me y don't seem any of that, darlin''' You see; instead of taunting in such simple fashion, he resorted to hogging the painting, stubborn; he insisted it was 'details'

Alright, You'll just take the initiative, ''Fine, since you're taking so long here's mine'' Ronin invades your thoughts more than you'd like, it would be a personal offense to do something surface level, think: gore, so you portrayed something on the more meaningful side: pepperoni (his daughter aka snake pet), in no universe would you miss Blackjack and being the romantic corny and loving individual you are for Ronin you added lilies , of course. ''What do you think?'' You had this stupid grin on your face, with your stupid painting with things he liked, ''Heh...inspiring, Creation inspired by yours truly, y've captured the beauty of my children. I love it.''

His hands took in the amount of attention given to the details and meaning, ''...'' ''Yeah..Put a lot a thought didn't you? My turn!'' Eyes glinted, reaching to give you his, '''M leaving it up to interpretation,'' Well, This sure was predicable. A aorta, oh wow. Just kidding! Not really, It held as much love as yours, there was a absorption of the small things there is to notice, see what one wouldn't understand. The hints of the purgatory in the background, messy hearts of grafitti around the sides resembling blood and an aorta in the middle, ''Ah, Romantic,''

You peered at Ronin finding that his eyes were tracking even the tiniest smirk, twitch or hint of blush in your reaction, ''I like it, I can smell the purgatory from here,'' ''Betcha didn't catch this: ''I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.'' ''Oh,'' ''Yeaah, It's true y'know?'' A nod towards the quote, leading you to question other aspects you failed to catch only to be reminded of how intimate the moment has become with little to no distance at this point, heads touching against the headboard, ''Lookin' away breaks my heart, sweetheart. Y' must catch the artists vision,'' His smug mug pisses you off a little, at how it makes you fold early and without a word, ''Heh...Why won't cha give me a kiss?'' Teeth clashed as he didn't hesitate to draw blood, kissing your hisses of pain away; His mouth stretched into a smirk, the cold leather encircling your hips urging you to grind all as you wanted; your little wish fulfillment. @mychaelsoj

[mychaelsoj]

“Could you do something with Cove Holden?”

𝖢𝗈𝗏౿ 𝗁౿ɑᑯɕɑ𐓣𝗈𐓣ડ

art creds: @sunflowerpin go check them out!! req from @zipzipzapzapzepzep Mainly based during teen years

Cove seems very much so the type to be naturally quiet and slowly warm up, enough to have a full conversation with you and share other moments that developed trust, and mutual affectionate feelings (He can be clingy when he wants to) He's definitely the type to zone out mid conversation. Dates are also not unusual however; for instance you were met with someone from your childhood/an old friend, He'd just stare between the two of you, most times he finds disinterest in things like that.

In a relationship with Cove, you're the person that doesn't drain him socially but rather he seeks you for comfort. There's playful moments too, You could be running errands, finishing a task or even chillaxing besides you would be Cove and he'd just go ahead and wipe his hands on your shirt to see how you react. Surfing together during the summer season is a must Absolutely despises deep cleaning, doesn't mind minor tasks but gets annoyed after a while which if you're concluding the tidying up, he'll convince you (annoy) to stop; not in a 'we don't have to clean' per say rather a 'we could be doing this instead' type of way

Handmade gifts!!! It's something you both absolutely enjoy Not a very piercing type of person but I can imagine him wanting to get matching tattoos Spontaneous, You wanna hang out? Sure, let's go. Just a talk here and there about the place and such things and you're already there! You need him to come to your room because you're having a hard time? That boy is right there in less than 5. With how comfortable you two become, He's not afraid or hesitant to vent or cry so he expects the same from you, if he senses you're hes uncertain of some sorts, he himself will question your trust or the way you perceive him.

On the topic of situations like these, fights are rare if not non existent. I'd really just be a healthy relationship overall/happily ever after (❛ ֊ ❛ ) @mychaelsoj

[mychaelsoj]

Cannibal reader x creepypasta guys. Thats it. Thats the request.

𝕮ᥲᥒᥒіᑲᥲᥣіs𝗍іᥴ 𝗍ᥱᥒძᥱᥒᥴіᥱs

A/n: I feel like I've seen this somewhere else. Some of them have extra scenarios and some of them are self explanatory. Div creds: @dividers-are-us Characters included: Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Jeff the killer, Slenderman, Ben drowned and Laughing Jack. You didn't specify so I just picked. Cw: Title speaks for itself but this work has cannibalism, not graphic but a description.

಄ Syponsis: Pork wasn't enough, not nearly as satisfiying to settle your cravings for meat, you weren't subtle with it either, how would the creepypastas react?

𝗘𝗝

಄ I had to start with him lol. He'd probably clock it instantly since there aren't a lot of pastas that eat human meat (at least the way he does), he'll take interest in your experience.

Everyone knew coming back from a mission, usually if not every time meant passing by Jacks spot and a newbie coming along, he'd already expected you to pass by seeing as firsts don't always go as planned.

Right off the bat, this guy gave off a eerie mysterious vibe, you've previously met masked pastas yet this one feels like you should actually have a careful of self preservation.

His animal like features, exibit a: His tail and now that you are hyperaware, you completely forgot to stop by the dorms, You weren't stupid enough to pocket it instead the adrenaline made you forgot your unstored goodies and how bold the smell must be.

You froze when he sniffed the air, just as he stopped going thought his medical supplies, Painfully and some how a few seconds felt like minutes as he faced you.

"Did you get hurt. badly." He spoke much less like a question and more like a confirmation. Altogether between your guesses, it was assumably the teared organs you rearranged to be less time consuming or maybe the overpowering blood? But then again he must have a keen nose.

"Uhh, Yeah." ''Are you lying?'' ''A little.'' By then he would know. It would go something like this, don't mistake this tho even tho you two can somewhat 'bond' his personality would remain very hard to interpret.

𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘪 𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘺 If one was lucky in the mansion, a knock would suffice, usually everybody just barged in, in the worse times may I add. See now, You purposely ate your daily dose of happiness in your room because apparently, a little smell was too much for serial killers who go on missions every other day but I digress.

Unfortunately for you this describes your exact case as a knock on the door was non existent. You were peaceful enjoying a piece of thigh from your reserved kill a few days prior before you were forced to look up to his jerking. Nobody wanted to speak first so you guys were staring at each other for a solid minute. ''What...?'' Now, being realistic here, we can all agree no creep would scream at the sight of human meat or cannibalistic behavior, that was their daily basis to some degree, Toby here was no different tho he did seem a bit surprise, you assumed he had certain assumptions about you to which you just shrugged off. ''I'll just...come back another time,''

𝘑𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳

Of course, you had to get paired up with this loser, you've seen him stay up with Ben a few times. He'd steal your kills and if you were lucky enough he wouldn't threaten you every now and then during the missions, it almost seemed like he wasn't satisfied after just +1 kill. Following that, after what seemed like a decade, finally. Pleasantly left alone to work through your next snack. ''What're doing,'' Asking as if he wasn't peeking. ''Fuck off,'' Alright, now. That's valid, You've made quick work finishing with the storing part not wanting to deal with more bullshit, this guy was a handful, no doubt worse of all mischievously unpredictable. Jeff let out one of his eerie laughs that managed to echo throughout the forest. He sure would have his fun teasing, and you were evidently annoyed. Ej nature wasn't much different from yours yet he insisted you are more amusing. Rightfully so, you predicted Jack wouldn't fuel Jacks slandering.

𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

಄ This guy couldn't find two shits, he probably has too much to care about as long as you get the job done its no issue. The creeps were called to the office weather it would be for a 'chat' (that was never good) or just a simple insight on the missions performance for your case it wasn't anything major, tho it did strike you some curiosity upon your ways of taking your victims, so as one does, you decided to ask. ''Uh, You don't mind that I eat it?'' Slenderman was a man of clear and honest talk so when the response to your question was silence, he thought you were smart enough to comprehend a ''no.'' ''Right, Yeah. I'll get going.'' ''Very well, do so.''

𝘉𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥

಄ He'd probably clock it like Ej, most definitely wouldn't be as interested, if you were a newbie he'd probably spy on you. Don't mistake this for interest tho, He's just really able to do a whole lot of, Electronic Distortion, Teleportation, Levitation, you get the gist. It's just not his thing.

𝗟𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 ಄ I don't think he would be bothered or essentially surprised, I feel like he'd treat it as something 'normal' seeing as he literally tortures and kills children. Laughing Jack is pure evil so in witnessing your ways habits/acts regarding murder, he'd just be like: ''Oh, another assassin!''

Some of them would be less or more engaged but in general i'd be just another day. @mychaelsoj

[mychaelsoj]

I HAVE A REAUEST! Jeff The Killer x really patient reader that ignores every insult he throws at him except for when he makes fun of them for being fat, expecting them not to care, and then he has to pretend that he doesn't feel bad when they cry while also trying to apologize.

𝖲𝗈 𝗍𝗁౿ ⍵𝗈𝗋ᑯડ ⍵𝗈υᥣᑯ𐓣'𝗍 ოɑ𝗍𝗍౿𝗋 𝗍𝗈 ɣ𝗈υ.. Synopsis: In where your boyfriend Jeff attempts to apologize to you... cw: mentions of weed, jokes abt weight ᥲ/ᥒ: I got carried away, oops oh and I also tried to make it as realistic as I could. Nevertheless, enjoy. Comments and reblogs highly appreciated!! div creds: @cafekitsune

A relationship like this came with things the average couple wouldn't experience and you were ahead of that already, there is good things about it, no doubt—such as when the two of you sneaked in Ben's bedroom for his weed (you'd always get caught but the adrenaline you felt when doing something you shouldn't was a plus) yet now and again certain interactions sorta of brought you back to reality for instance. Jeff had his on going motive to satisfy his satiation by killing which translated to the way he now speaks, lives, copes with relationships. This made him quick with stuff, his overall set of abilities which then helped with his kills and the playful banter you guys switched, tho, it was tricky telling the difference between his tones. a) When you were just chilling together in his room Noticeably, Jeff was no germaphobe. His room consisted of a bunch of underground band posters, a pile of white hoodies with splashes of crimson yet to meet their fate in the washing machine and a table with an ashtray and other trinkets. ''Jeff, Your room stinks'' ''So do you'' b) During missions It wasn't necessarily an insult but it sure felt like one every time he purposely pushed you towards the target, he always snickered behind you if to his benefit it worked there really wasn't another choice but to go after the target yourself because if not, he was in deep shit, it really didn't take five steps and a knife in hand for you to start (affectionately) play fighting (and then you'd end up getting scolded by Slenderman) and this was all if you weren't being your usual patient self. c) When he saw you near the kitchen Most often, It would be following a errand or an hour where you could have a peaceful cool down, especially in hot nights and eat something cool and sleep didn't occur to Jeff. Funny, He called you a fat ass but he went to the kitchen too. ''I can see you, by the way,'' Well, Yeah. There's no way you could miss a 5'10" man standing in the middle of the kitchen. He snickered, blue eyes darting between you and the sandwich you were holding with the only light being the fridge. You were already annoyed, your night went horrible, you didn't want to pull an all nighter, tired and hungry so it really wasn't the right time, then again, you don't expect Jeff to read the room. ''What?'' You glanced behind you, mouth muffled from chewing. ''Ok, Mcfatty,''

The guy expected you to jump him playful, throw an insult back or maybe stick to silence with your signature deadpan expression as in: ''Jeff, seriously.'' None of that followed. It's comments like these that bring you back to a negative episode as if a wave of guilt washes over you leading into a vulnerable space, something you can't suppress or hold back, How awkward, the silence was so awkward to the point that the fridge was the loudest thing aside from the genuine whimpers that made it hard to breathe. His body went rigid. With him protection was never an issue, taking pride in things like that was easy; however this? Oh no, this was terrible. His hand went to scratch the nape of his neck maybe to bring a coherent thought...Despite that the 'i'm sorry' never came. ''Geez, alright. You know..I didn't mean that right?'' It was so frustrating, a full sentence didn't come out of your mouth and any efforts on doing so only lead to stutters,

''Oh shit, well. I'm sorry, I guess'' The food was long forgotten by now as you stood up with the minimal strength you had even so you wasted no time, ''You guess?'' ''Geez, Okay. I apologize,'' Took him long enough, it seemed as though his smug mug and his hands up in defense didn't prove his cocky nature never really disappear which you chose to ignore. ''Whatever, I'm going to bed,'' This time he reserved himself in silence. Words were never really his suit yet he was right behind you. Making sure you weren't alone for the rest of the night.

@mychaelsoj

[mychaelsoj]

Hey there, I was wondering if it was possible for you to write something for Ronin from Killer Chat with a Reader who is extremely overstimulated due to noise?

Please and thank you for reading!

𝐁ᥣ𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌

ᴀ/ɴ: Wonder not, I have your request. cw: none, fluff fluffy fluff art creds: temmi_dep/Check her out, the art is so gorgalicious

Yes, Ronin was infact a killer that didn't mean your boyfriend didn't have a heart; infact, he was one to be annoyingly attentive to your needs and changes in attitude.

There was no need to voice it, after all you were cautious in avoiding: Fireworks, sirens and unfortunately for both of you, rock concerts. There was no misunderstanding you and Ronin loved to listen to MSI, Slipknot..You name it; however, the idea of having to stand in a lively sweaty crowd where it made your heart thumb..It's better to not think of it. Nothing went past Ronin, First time it happened was on when you guys were hanging out with the server: This neighborhood is hardly considered recent, Work, school or hanging out either way you'd always return to the comfort of a home; non existent chit chat with neighbors, no playing with the kids next door let alone answers the knocking. Leaving you to the very normal things one does with their free time..Such as conversing with a serial killer server and having your handsome boyfriend definitely not killer inside your space! ''Alright, My turn, What'cha gonna give me?'' His hand still on your thigh, eyes darting between your reactions and the server ''Let's see—'' Those little shits, what would possess a grown adult to give, with an open hand, a siren to a kid? Sure, the world was small here and those nearby would think nothing of it, this was not your case and it's not justified for one to leave a kid responsible for not only it is extremely loud it's also not a toy. (Calling out the parents who give their kids ipads here lol)

You hissed reaching to muffle the noise with your hands hunched over your set up, at no time did he expect a reaction like this, well only when he revealed the intentions regarding you being a writer even so it wasn't the worse of all, ''...'' Not wanting to be overbearing, he simply put the unhinged humor aside and tend to you however he could, straighten it up watching the way you responded, A simple touch kept you present in the moment, Eyes kept shut, it was frustrating, really; A force catches you in still moments where it seems as if grounding yourself with reality takes a little more than affirmations, ''Hey. Pay attention to me, darlin'''

Your veins felt like popping and your ears ringed; time felt awfully slow as you rubbed your eyes in attempted to make it stop it all, better yet for the seconds to move a tad faster, ''S'gone. You're solely hearin' my voice'' Ronin was never one to be caring; caring is a curse that falls on the category of love yet here he stays and thrives in his own grotesque way, Angels truly are a blessing, huh? And then you guys cuddled watching slasher movies!! ♡♡♡ Your fav author @mychaelsoj

[mychaelsoj]

HUEHEUEU HEY DUDE!!!

HERE ARE SOME FIC REQ IDEAS <33 !!

Blue lock :

How about a fic where lorenzo reunites with his childhood best friend (reader) from the streets?

How about a fic where hiori begins pining for the reader who he met on an online game?

Creepypasta ones:

How about a fic where eyeless jack keeps the reader hostage in an attempt to fatten him up before eating him; then he falls in love?

how about a fic where the reader is a detective caught in a cat in mouse game with Jeff the killer, or trying to prove the existence of slenderman?

I really hope these help !! <333

ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs

Characters included (in order): Don Lorenzo and Yo Hiori. ᴀ/ɴ: You're such a sweetheart!! I loved these. Alternated some of these for a better read and to feel like an actual scenario (hence the title) and worry not! I'll make a separate one for the creepypasta one

Money this, money that. There was no denying it drove people to an unstable level so much so it can be commonly seen and normalized in the world we live in today maybe it's why the streets stayed with you somehow, not as miserable, you had something independent going now and you learned not only to be resourceful but also smart with your income. It was a another normal day in the business, Noticeably every customer that walked in had very distinguished lifes, some in a rush, some hanging out in a group of friends, the ones carrying one with their studies and all of them got here for one reason: Your pastries! What else? Of course being resourceful meant being diverse so you had options for those with a salty preference and such that being said you were making good money. If there was something being homeless taught you is how experience and being perceived is important that being said many familiar and famous faces (not counting the self entitled influencers) walked in treating them customarily; however, Never in four years of expanding your business and starting from nothing did you ever think the past would come back all at once with no warning. Sundays were always unpredictable. Throughout the day, the mornings were packed with tourists getting brunch to, have plenty before parting off to their exploring and evenings where kids around the age of eight, eager for a loaf of bread with the money of their grandparents, oblivious as to how much it could affect someones life. The evening was standard, Time was running rather swiftly in doing so you couldn't wait for closing time. The ring on the glass doorway rang, you looked out of force of habit. Yeah, no. The end of the week was getting to you. It was hard not to knowledge Lorenzo, equally matching purple hair and eyes and those undeniable gold teeth, life at times seemed to leave such little yet impactful reminders of your past as a way that it will always be apart of you or how what goes around comes around. And now it was here, ''Uh, Hi. What can I get you?'' His stare wasn't subtle at all; Things changed, neither you or Lorenzo stayed the same, is this his way of recalling the years you spend together? Cursing the world you were brought into to; overthinking, really perhaps expecting a: ''Are you Lorenzo? The one who plays for Ubers?'' He was very much mistaken about that last thought, [name?] The golden decorated smile grew wider as a confirmation, he was infact wrong about his assumption and you too, couldn't help but smile, ''Heh! You've build an empire, this place is worth lots, yeah?'' His hand gestured towards your humble place, ''Frankly, I could say the same about you,'' The customer/service provider wall is no longer there; The back and forth chat shared was so casual, one could never break the bond once formed in precarious times, By the time conversation flowed slower, it was time to close, ''Take care, okayy?'' He'd said before leaving (he has very much a sweet tooth by the amount of caramel glazed pastries he left with).

It's right to assume the average person that plays fortnite or anything similar is a pre teen with no parental monitorization or a discord mod. For you, playing in peace was tricky it was either because of the noise (which in your defense it's not your fault the keyboards loud.) or your neighbors who somehow always had a reason to complain. Nevertheless, amongst your other games it was fun hence why every other night you submersed yourself into the same routine: trying out different games only to end up playing fortnite in the end for good reason tho besides it causing you to burn more sunlight than you'd like. During these same hectic game plays, you've come across it all— ragebait from 12 year olds throwing slurs and rage quits that made your ears ring. Usually the usernames didn't have a spectrum, it was either the most diabolical thing ever or something as simple as a nickname and the one you've come across more times than you'd like: ''Ultrasadist23'' To your annoyance not only did this person managed to win but also target you every time, as one does instead of focusing on achieving the #1 victory royale, your whole attention targeted solely on this individual. It was a back and forth; Truth be told, it was fun a fun change from the usual fight to the top type of trope but a rather thrilling competition, This way was easy to form friendships, the ones that people joke about lasting longer than certain relationships even if it was solely playing games, this wasn't the case, oh no! It was more than that, sure it made you giggle a little when the topic of your conversations was flirting and making insane bets to see who wins first. Now, E-dating is never taking seriously, dare I say so, even real life relationships thus why the justification to rejecting someone after sharing tender moments was ''breaking it up before it gets serious.'' You weren't totally against it; however the thought of having to answer the infamous: ''How did you two meet?'' Would be on fortnite was a little....funny, no? Most of your socials were exchanged by now, coming back from a long day a 'ping' from your phone was enough to get you engaged and honestly, you guys had a great time getting to know each other, it was everything you hoped for nothing shitty like: a) Getting ghosted after a day (a week if you were lucky) b) Not engaging in conversation whatsoever c) Hate speech/making jokes of such None of that! That being said, he also had his...moments, it's all about the way conversation unfolded. Oddly enough, Yo mentioned details you've never quoted before when questioned, he reassured you. This was no longer friendship; Funnily enough, not a word about it was uttered, The routine was no longer, turning on your laptop whenever you wanted just the opposite, having a few more tabs open to stay on call with Hiori or no longer having the mind to look at the time, mindlessly passing the night with him. Much like an unspoken rule, it was never discussed; you both could go on about meeting up one day, schmoozing on call giving out information far too personal or joke about the unspoken rule itself yet the tone too playful too confirm your confusion or maybe even his, You'll never know. @mychaelsoj

[mychaelsoj]

“How about a fic where the reader is a detective caught in a cat in mouse game with Jeff the killer, or trying to prove the existence of slenderman?”

𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲r ⦻

Request from @eroticuntnectar/first part here ᴀ/ɴ: I was listening to the Living tombstone and it was taking me back. Might have a part2 divider creds: @strangergraphics

Annoying is a adjetive you'd use to this investigation, worse of all; You decided it would be best as a independent study which it's not wrong; however it certainly was annoying. Saying it as it is, it's a surprise you haven't been chopped to pieces.

According to your evidence board you've encountered Slenderman once and his moppet more than two. As a detective, there was a lack of understanding for careless mistakes so when you come to a point where you have a no longer surface level grasp of their personalities, you have no idea how these two work or how got together which doesn't make it any easier.

It's real, there's layers to this and you will prove it; Although in a effort to share this conspiracy, the goal is to not sound completely insane—I mean, there's a whole underground world about this and not even your workplace wants to give a shot to investigate, then again, the police worked for the government not the people, they didn't care if tons and tons were disappearing but not you, no.

For this reason, these woods were no longer a stranger to you. Hey, maybe the relentless nights of dedicated research were getting to you and you were no longer at a sane level, it follows that you find yourself in these woods. The rustles of the leafs and twitches of the branches are in your imagination, there's nobody there. You've managed to convince yourself, It's all in your head and somehow it brings you a sense of self-assurance.

Your legs lead you towards the many papers you've come across this past month: A slender figure was presented in most of these, occasionally it had phrases that if the goal was to creep out a first, it sure did, However; It's important to know that, the stuff you've came across as had a blow on your point of view, as it is no longer the same. Now, You think to yourself maybe, the research that was supposed to make out of a case of a victim who had a death by knife, not responsible for a fight, a robbery. No, it connected to points you failed to identify blinded by the lack of investigation done thinking it feel onto the resolved files again. Could it be luck? Throughout your mumbling hoping to reach a conclusion to all this yet nothing came to mind, in the possibly that they were brought to justice; it wouldn't stop the fact that there are more out there, your past interactions about this topic proved no one would believe you, everyone's eyes seemed to be covered by this veil of ignorance, what could you do?

''You're right behind me aren't you? Jeffrey Woods?'' There were many things, Jeff could make out of your tone, figure and the way you seem to be less and less detached from your workplace: The line between casual and professional in your voice was thin, Not foreigner at all to him during his close calls with the police, after a embarrassing amount of effort the conclusion they came to was to give up and not to mention how annoyingly persistent and irritating you are. Jeff still hated you and the world you came from but he didn't fail to knowledge your intelligence which to him only made it more fun to play and toy around with, ''You know, As much as I want to put you to sleep, you're coming with the jeff the killer so better hurry up.'' Of course, it was all coming back to you now. This is weird, bizarre even. It's far from your daily reality, another way of living never in your career, one would imagine this would even happen, to a degree that's overpowering your own thoughts, making you unsure of making a choice, Turning to face Jeff you saw his Glasgow smile, how his eye slightly twitched, constantly so impatient and the unpredictableness you never seemed to interpret much like the way he's gripping his knife, not exactly pointing towards yet he could just reach for the kill, Slenderman wouldn't been a little more patient, no? The act of remaining standing sure seemed to emit that trait. You'd much rather appreciated not missing a limp so what other choice but to comply? People always end up becoming the things they despise. @mychaelsoj

[mychaelsoj]

Hiii!! ₍₍⚞(˶>ᗜ<˶)⚟⁾⁾

I saw you wanted requests? ≽(•⩊ •マ≼

Then could I maybe request Misaki x clingy!reader? Clingy as in, like not letting them get out of bed in the morning or anything cute like that! (｡•́ ̫ •̀｡)

Thank youuu! Have fun writing! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

- (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) anon

Across the sea

a/n: Hi (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) anon! You are very welcome, have fun reading!! Yo I was so scared bcz this shit was glitching but thankfully I had a safe on my notes app, Cw: None besides that this is lowk giving reverse comfort

Summer nights were almost as chaotic as the Slaughterhouse Losers; The air coming from the ventilator didn't give your ears a rest, unable to cling to your lover peacefully and hesitation wasn't a word in your vocabulary when one is sleep deprived when hearing a buzzing noises so you'd just slap a slipper on the mosquitoes, By the time you'd actually fall asleep it was about the crack of dawn.

Chaos and Misaki go and in hand, seeing as they would be already out of bed for the kills! So early in the day too (gotta do what the client wants….) Mondays mornings were always hell (capitalism), everybody hates Mondays, correct? You are no different; A: Coffee (who even enjoys a bittersweet taste so early in the morning??) B: The lack of sleep present without Misaki (She'd always text you voice messages, it helped a little,) C: Construction noises never free of noise at 8AM sharp. Now, half dozed off, when you see your gorgeous partner about to get up for the day you're now on a mission, ''Ugh..Misaki,'' Jesus she's freezing; reaching for their bare wrist although in summer, the preferred clothes were usually just a crop top and shorts, Misaki managed to stay somewhat cold compared to you, maybe it's because of the window?

Lidded eyes looked for any sign of discomfort as you both settled into a cuddling position, then again that didn't stop their whining,

She sighed into your torso, ''But..Baby, I really have to do this.'' It's not your first approach into this conversation, thankfully; It leads to not arguments, yelling nothing like that…Just comfort

''No buts, I'm serious; You need to learn to rest more, besides money is not that tight around this time. I promise it can wait,'' Bodies brushed up against each other, Limbs surrounding each other, like a light switch the soothing state slowly came (minus the construction noises). Who would've thought one could find the sweetest love from a assassin? It sounds truly crazy,

''You're just so sweet...Mgh..Like...Sea salt popcorn ice cream,'' They murmured, leaning into the gentle strokes.

I've got your letter, you've got my song ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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