#//I’m not the only fucker who has a crush on this guy when I was 11 right?

[happypanda101]

Guess who went back to their creepypasta phase. Whoops.

First time drawing this fucker. I’m not really used to being gorey with my drawings, so I hope I did him some justice? Had redraw his slits many times ):<

He should really take his own advice. This man looks like he needs some sleep lmao.

Jeff The Killer (c) Sessuer

Art (c) Me

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer fanart #creepypasta #tw: blood #creepypasta fanart #//I’m not the only fucker who has a crush on this guy when I was 11 right? #//god damn it younger me jdjdjdjjd #//I’m sorry if he just looks like a pretty boy I tried ;w;

[evera-era]

heal me.

there’s a new medic in town, and ellie williams is about to find out who she is.

ellie williams x fem!reader, pt 2 here

warnings: fluff, mention of cuts/wounds, medical setting, suggestive themes. wc 1.3k

a/n: first time writing an ellie fic! if this does well i might post a second + third part <3

Ellie hated anything to do with doctors. She could take care of herself perfectly fine, she swears. But Dina witnessed her earning a nasty gash during a patrol, and wouldn’t shut up about it unless she got it checked out.

Word was that there was a new medic in town. Ellie’s pretty sure she’s seen you around Jackson. Walking around in those dumb white clothes, tending to everyone who needed you.

You’ve seen her too. Sneaking glances anytime you could. I mean, Ellie was pretty, and it was no big deal, right?

That is, until a flash of auburn hair ducks into the med clinic, and you nearly jump out of your skin.

Ellie clears her throat. “Uh… you guys are pretty much done for the night, right?”

She’s hoping you would say yes so she could just go back home and rest. Watch a movie, maybe. Have everyone fuck off and leave her alone.

You nod, clicking your pen, when you notice her clutching her side. “But I’ve got time for one more.”

You were on call, anyway, so your shift was never really over.

Fuck, she thinks. Ellie has always had trouble asking for help. She could take care of herself just fine. It didn’t help that you were so nice — nauseatingly so — but she figures that’s why you’re the town medic and she’s not.

“Follow me,” You add, motioning her over to the first room on the left. Even though meds were hard to come by, bandages were plentiful, and you weren’t gonna pass up the opportunity to tend to your crush.

Totally innocent crush.

“So, what was it?” You ask, eyes scanning over the girl as she takes a place on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Some fuckers we ran into, lone group. Nothing too serious... think they were looking to steal shit.” Ellie mutters. “But one took a swing at me and I fell on something sharp. My friend’s been bugging me to come here, get it checked out.”

Your conversation pauses as you take her vitals. Everything is in a normal range.

“The group…” You break the silence, looking down. “Are they a concern?”

“They’re gone, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You felt a light blush rise on your cheeks. Ellie was so strong, and brave. It showed, even in the way she just talks about her patrols.

You flit your eyes back up, trying to refocus. “So can I see? The wound?”

“Oh. Right.” Ellie’s fingers dip down to grab the hem of her shirt, and pull up. For a moment, you only see her toned stomach. You try not to get distracted.

Then you see the bandage under her ribcage.

Your fingers are gentle when they graze over the gauze. It’s a barrier, but Ellie swears it’s like you’re touching her directly. You move to peel it off of her.

Ellie absentmindedly sucks her breath in through her teeth. You whisper a small apology.

“It’s not… bad right?” She says after a moment. “I mean, I’ve had worse.”

She made a mental note to get onto Dina. This whole thing made her look like a fucking pussy.

“I’m sure you have,” You smile meekly, examining the cut. “No… not bad.”

After washing off your hands, you pull up a chair in front of Ellie. She watches you carefully as you sigh.

“Won’t need stitches, and no signs of infection.” You add. “But I can at least disinfect it and send you off with some new dressing.”

“I mean, it’s fine, I can—“

“No, let me.” You say quickly, cutting off her retort. “You’re already here, right?”

Ellie opens her mouth, then closes it. You had a point. She merely nods instead.

You reach down for the bucket of clean water. When you come back up, you notice Ellie has removed her shirt completely. The only thing clinging to her upper body is a flimsy sports bra.

“Oh,” You all but whisper accidentally.

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

The rag becomes stained as you wipe the area. A few swishes, and the water in the bucket has turned a cloudy mahogany.

“So… your friend,” You add. “Was it Dina?”

Ellie raises her eyebrows slightly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

“She must really care about you.” You say quietly. It takes Ellie a moment to realize what you’re implying. She’s quick to answer.

“Oh, yeah. Not like that anymore, though. It’s… just friends now.”

You take that as confirmation that their relationship ended. And even though in a way you were happy to find out Ellie is now single, it would be rude not to apologize.

“Oh.” You mumble. “Sorry.”

She looks down. “It’s cool.”

You disinfect the wound with some alcohol before applying new dressing with gentle fingertips. You smile up at the brunette.

“Good as new.”

She feels herself smiling back. She wants to kick herself; she didn’t even wanna be here in the first place. But now it doesn’t feel like a mistake after all.

“Thanks,” She says. Her gaze has softened.

You grab something out of the cabinet. Ellie realizes it’s fresh bandages when you outstretch your hand to her.

“So, just… use these. Every couple hours, change it out, till it scabs over. If you ever need more you know where to get it.”

Ellie knows this. But she realizes that she likes hearing you talk, so she thinks of something else to ask.

“Uh, and how do I know what to look for? If I have an infection?”

“Oh,” You say. “Here, lay back. I’ll show you.”

Something about the way you’re hovering over Ellie has her stomach fluttering. You were so tentative. Why hadn’t she tried to talk to you sooner?

“Gotta check it everytime you change your dressing. If it smells weird, or feels hot…”

Your fingers trace over her body yet again. Her eyes are stuck on you, the way your hair falls into your face. The way your lips move to explain everything. Not to mention how soft your skin felt on hers.

She thought the whole “hot nurse” trope was something that only happened in movies. It was pretty clear now that she was wrong.

“Got it?”

“What?”

Shit. She wasn’t listening.

“Do you get it now?” You repeat, looking down at Ellie.

She blinks before propping herself up with her elbows. “Uh… yeah. Think so.”

You smile again, leaning back so you’re no longer positioned over her. You take your place against the counter.

Ellie didn’t hear a word. But she’ll make the effort now to be extra gentle with herself, because of you. If that’s worth anything.

Silence fills the room once again as Ellie pulls her shirt back over her head. You sneak in one last glimpse before she’s fully clothed.

“If something changes you can always come back and see me.” You add with a breathy laugh. “I’m in here, like, all the time.”

“Oh yeah?” She asks, looking up at you. “I’ll have to stop by again sometime, then.”

Your heart skips a beat. Is she trying to flirt with you? No, it’s probably nothing.

You clear your throat. “Hopefully not under these circumstances.”

“Right,” She says. Her eyes widen as she realized she’s extended her stay. “I’ll, um… I’ll go. Get out of your hair.”

Ellie’s never used that expression before. She nearly facepalms. So stupid.

But then you laugh a little, and it’s such a beautiful sound when it hits her ears.

“I don’t mind.” You add bashfully. “But… you need to rest and get better. Go back to kicking ass, all that stuff.”

Ellie feels her face wanting to turn red again. You were so sappy, and shameless with it. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, really. She didn’t think people like you even existed at all anymore.

She merely hums, unable to find the right words to say. If she sticks around any longer, she might actually develop feelings for you as if she hasn’t already. So she opts to bid you goodbye.

“Well… see you around.”

You nod, watching her head for the door. You hold the clipboard to your chest in an effort to soften your heartbeat.

“Night, Ellie.”

— part two

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #tlou2 fanfic #ellie tlou2 #the last of us

[ponderingmoonlight]

Touch her and you'll burn

Pairing: boyfriend!Gojo x fem!reader; Toji x reader (kinda?)

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: When it comes to Satoru Gojo, you are his true weakness - after all, you've been his girlfriend for years. Toji doesn't miss that either and takes you prisoner without further ado in order to get at the white-haired man.

Warnings: violence, death, tortue, mentions of sa, hurt, language

„What a cute little thing you are. Too bad you chose the wrong guy as your fuck buddy. How did you two end up anyway? I bet it’s because he’s tall and his special appearance, you women all tick the same way. Whatever, let’s see how I will kill you today, sweetie. And maybe we can have some fun before, what do you think, huh?”

“Rot in hell, fucking asshole.”

You spit directly into the way too close face of none other than Toji Fushiguro. The man that broke into your apartment, drugged and hauled you into this dark and dirty room that is only lit by one small lightbulb. Your hands are chained to the ceiling, you’ve been kneeling on the floor for what feels like an eternity now. Not the best starting point to be honest.

“I love my women feisty, little bitch. Listen up.”

His rough hand yanks on your chin so harshly that you can’t help but stare straight into his cold eyes which are only inches away from yours. Sweat drips from your forehead against your already bleeding nose, your body slowly but surely begins to tremble from the cold and exhaustion.

“There are exactly two options for you. One: That fucker appears and you both die while trying to save your cute ass. Two: He’ll let you rot in here and I’ll kill you all alone. If I were you, I’d be nicer to the man who’s been taking such good care of me for the last hours and who’s responsible for my death.”

“My parents taught me not to talk to strangers, especially the stinky and homeless ones. Save your breath”, you hiss back.

His palm crushes against your soft cheek without any mercy. Dizziness consumes you instantly, your lifeless head falls to the side while blood squirts out of your nose again. Fuck, that hurt pretty bad. But still a quiet laughter escapes your lips. Does he really think he can crush your will with a few punches? Pathetic. You may not be a jujutsu sorcerer, but you’re damn though. It’s not the first time that you have to deal with assholes like him because of your precious boyfriend Satoru Gojo. He definitely owns you a shopping tour after that.

“What are you laughing about, brat?”

“Just thinking about how Satoru will kick your ass later”, you bark through gritted teeth.

“First he has to find me. I’m a non-jujutsu sorcerer, just like you. So he can’t detect me by my curse power either. Your mobile phone and your pathetic GPS necklace are in your apartment, Gojo didn’t protect you with his powers. Hurts huh? Apparently the other girl's more important to him. Treats you pretty badly, don’t you think?”

You don’t like to admit it, but his words make your heart ache for a brief moment. Deep down, you know that it was his job to protect her, that he cares about you the most even though you haven’t seen him in days now. Would he even risk her life to save yours? He told you over and over that you are his priority, his everything. But…you don’t know.

Will Satoru come at all?

You sink into your chains and stare at the man and his mischievous grin in front of you. It doesn’t matter if Satoru searches for you or finds you. But you won’t let Toji bring you to your knees so easily.

His gaze wanders through the room while he casually strides around. He needs to stay focused. Gojo is probably the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of his lifetime. Kidnapping his girlfriend to weaken him and divert his attention from Riko is a smart move, but risky if Toji isn’t careful. And then there’s the fact that (y/n) is a pain in the ass herself.

“Where ya lookin’? I’m the view, asshole.”

“No wonder a slut like you is the girlfriend of someone like that Gojo guy. I’ll shut up your pretty little mouth soon enough.”

“Did you just say I’m pretty?”

Your maniac grin and disrespect catches Toji off guard. Of course he knew you would be a handful, but he’s a well-known assassin. Damn, he could kill you in a heartbeat if he wanted to, are you too dumb to see that? Is your trust in your stupid boyfriend really this big? Maybe he should in fact kill you instantly.

“I’d love to wring your throat right away, but before that I’ll show you where your place is.”

All color drains from your face in an instant, cheeky grin gone in the wind. Fuck, this asshole is about to unbuckle his belt. Your throat is tight, it’s like you’ve forgotten how to breathe…Will he really? You shake your head in disbelief, limbs fighting desperately against the merciless force of the chains around your bloody wrists. No, you can’t let this happen. You would rather die than allow this man to touch you with his disgusting hands.

“Cat got your tongue, huh? What’s up, (y/n)? Don’t worry, I’ll show you what you’ve missed before you die.”

Toji wraps his arm around your waist and presses his muscular body against yours. The urge to puke into his face becomes unbearable as well as your impatience. Where the fuck is Satoru? You close your eyes in a desperate attempt to calm your thoughts and breathing. Even a man like him wouldn’t dare to assault you, not the girlfriend of Gojo Satoru. But since he’s not here at the moment, you’ll just have to take care of that situation yourself.

When you open your eyes again, there’s not a spark of humor left in them – pure determination and rage draw your face. With all the strength you are able to gather in your poor condition you put your head in your neck and yank it forward as hard as possible against his nose. You ignore the throbbing pain that seems to radiate from your forehead all over your body and the nausea that suddenly overcomes you. This is not over. Bracing your body against the chains, you push yourself off the ground and kick his chest hard with both legs. His huge frame stumbles backwards while his loud groan fills the room.

You breathe heavy, sight almost completely obscure by the waterfall of blood that streams down your head. With a satisfaction – filled grin you notice his bleeding nose. Serves him right, stupid asshole. He just shouldn’t have messed with you. After all, just because you are a non-jujutsu sorcerer doesn’t mean you’re not good at defending yourself. Who does this guy think he even is anyway?

Fuck, Toji rushes towards you with quick steps, the muscles under his tight shirt are dangerously tense. Not good. But even worse is that all you can do is stare at him through your tired lids and let him approach you. Damn, he is fucking furious.

“That blood really suits you, brings out your icy-murderer eyes, y’know. Man, you’d be so fucking hot if you weren’t a stone cold asshole. Could get yourself a nice girl.”

At this point, your words aren’t more than an uncovered fading whisper anymore. You are just so fucking tired of hanging in this room and fighting a hopeless battle. At least you die in style.

“Nice show, slut. But that’s it for you now. I hope you realize that I could have just dodged your pathetic punches. Just like that”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

With a swift motion of his arm, he grips your wrist and twists it. You see stars, bones audible shattering in your body. All color that is left in your face drains instantly, a cry filled with ache reverberates around the room and rings back in your ears. You feel like you’re going to lose consciousness at any moment. No, stay awake, bark back, show him that you don’t care.

But you can’t.

His right hand clenches into a fist. As if in slow motion, you watch it move towards your face. This is gonna hurt like hell, maybe you should close your eyes and pretend none of this is happening. You at the beach with Satoru, his delicious body exposed to the sun and your merciless eyes, dipping his face into the water over and over again until he begs you to stop. Yeah, that would be nice. Satoru…You love him so much that it hurts sometimes, some say you two are obsessed with each other. He wears you on his hands, you’re the only one who can match his sense of humor and has the ability to put up with his lifestyle. He would never allow that any harm touches your delicate skin, that you get involved into his work as a jujutsu sorcerer. But today it seems like he can’t save you. At least you can say you fought back as much as you could.

“Touch her and you’ll burn.”

Your eyes snap open immediately. There he stands, your boyfriend, your knight in shining armor with his sunglasses casually covering his bright blue orbs.

“What are you doing, (y/n)?”, he questions ironically while slowly approaching the both of you.

“I’m just out here being cute, y’know”, you mumble with a small smirk.

Satoru gives you a loving smile. At that moment you just know that everything is going to be okay, that he will kill Toji for tormenting you and that you’ll meet again in the sheets this evening.

“Took you quite a while to get here”, Toji comments dryly and turns away from you.

The moment his big frame moves away a wave of relief washes over you. If Satoru had come just a second later Toji might have filleted you and you are very aware of that. You are no longer interesting for Toji, after all you served your purpose as decoy.

With a swift motion, your boyfriend frees your hands from the chains that have already cut deep into your tender flesh. Your knees meet the hard concrete floor in an instant, your body is too weak to stand up on its own.

“Come on (y/n), get yourself together and walk out of that room. Suguru will meet up with you. This is about to get pretty ugly.”

The air is filled with thick tension as both men stand still and just look at each other. He’s right. You have to get up, get out of this fucking room, find Suguru. If you stay here you are only an obstacle to Satoru.

“Your girlfriend is quite a pain in the ass. Well, at least she’s hot, I see where you’re coming from.”

“Beat his ass a few times more for me”, you breathe out.

You can do this. With all the strength you have left in your body, you lift your aching limbs off the ground and stumble to the door. Satoru positions himself in front of you, alert in chase Toji wants to attack you.

“Hit me up later, sweetheart.”

“Thank you for saving me. Even if it’s technically your fault I was trapped here.”

“How rude!”

With one last glance at you, he closes the door by one rapid motion of his arm.

You can’t help but let out a sign of relief. Fuck, this was a very close call – too close for your liking. Again your body lets you down and sinks onto the dirty ground in an instant. Your limbs are trembling, your mind goes numb. If you stay awake a little longer, you are able to find Suguru and get out of here…

“(y/n)?”

You would recognize his voice everywhere. How much you’d like to call out his name now so that he can find you and get you away from here, but the corners of your saggy mouth don’t move an inch. The ability to speak seems to be failing you completely at this point.

“(y/n)!”

Are you dying? You’re not sure. But your thoughts completely drift away until they’re utterly still. Finally rest, finally no more pain, finally-

“There you are (y/n). Stay awake okay? Let’s meet up with Shoko.”

The fear in Sugurus voice is unmistakable. His arms gently wrap themselves around your knees and back before lifting you up with ease.

“I hope you drove him insane with your talking”, Suguru gently whispers while sprinting down dark hallways.

“You bet I did.” ______________________________________________________________

God, you feel terrible. The second your thoughts begin to race again your whole body seems to be on fire. Your opened eyes get greeted by harsh lights.

“Can someone turn this the fuck off”, you mumble.

“Oh, there you are (y/n). Took you quite a while to get back to us.”

You recognize this voice. It’s Shoko, you’re with Shoko. That can only mean that Suguru brought you here. You must have passed out shortly after he found you. Your mind is clouded by faded memories and pain. What happened last? You were kidnapped and tortured by Toji Fushiguro, Satoru…Satoru was there, he saved you. After that, Suguru got you to safety.

“Where are they?”

Shoko sits next to you, a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

“This thing has gotten pretty ugly, (y/n)…But you’d better rest a little. Your boyfriend should explain this to you himself.”

“Are they fine?”

Your eyes are widened in horror. That look of worry on Shoko’s face is so unfamiliar to you that it makes your guts twist in thick fear. If something happened to Suguru because of you…Could Satoru defeat Toji all by himself? He is the strongest, right? Surely he had no problem with killing a basic non jujutsu sorcerer.

“Look who’s awake.”

Suguru’s figure is so tall that he dims the lights that irritated you before. He looks like he’s wearing a halo – how suiting.

“Suguru, you’re alright. Please tell me you’re okay”, you mumble, mouth still not able to process your battling thoughts. 

“I’m fine again. Don’t worry.” There it is, his usual bright smile. But something’s different. You can tell that the corners of his mouth don’t pull up as far as usual, that he looks overall…defeated.

“What…What happened? Where is Satoru?”

You can hear your own voice trembling in anticipation. Fuck, he would have been by your side the whole time if everything was alright. Your last encounter plays like a movie in your head. Did Toji?...This can’t be. It’s simply not possible.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting!”

The sight next to Suguru makes you nauseous. Satoru’s uniform is completely torn and blood soaked, you can detect a small wound on his forehead, his white hair discolored in crimson. And god his eyes…He looks possessed. No, that can’t be your boyfriend. You hardly recognize him.

“Satoru, is that you?”

“The one and only! I did it (y/n). I killed that man!”

He roughly grabs your upper arms and leans over you. The weight of his huge frame against your throbbing skin takes your breath away. A whimper of agony escapes your lips while you squint and screw up your face.

“Back off, Satoru, you’re hurting her!”, Shoko yelps in an desperate attempt to free you from his grip.

“Look at me, (y/n)! I finally mastered reverse cursed technique and killed Toji for what he did to you. Anami was murdered as well as basically everyone else, but I did this for you! We both survived!”

The maniac look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine. What has gotten into him?

“Satoru, are you on drugs? Let go off me!”, you cry out.

“I think we should get going now. See you, (y/n)”, Suguru interrupts and yanks Satoru away from you.

“B-But…I need answers! Get your ass back here! What’s the matter with you two!?”

“Don’t ask questions I don’t have the answer to (y/n).”

With one last look both men leave you alone with Shoko. What just happened? The girl…she’s dead? So Toji killed her after all. And the bruises on Satoru…Fuck, maybe that man was stronger than you thought. But he’s also dead, right? Your head begins to spin with all the scenarios that cloud your mind. You need answers, you need to talk to Satoru, you need to-

“You need to rest, (y/n). This one will blow you away.”

Her fingers snap against the syringe in her hand. Your eyes widen in shock, heartbeat picking up in an instant. No, you can’t sleep now, you need to talk to Satoru, he needs to explain what happened to him, why he looks so torn, why Suguru’s eyes were so empty.

“Wait Shoko, I-I need to t-talk t-to…”

A sharp stab in your upper arm. Then darkness. Nothing but darkness.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

[adriennebarnes]

Don Refri

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N has been the police records clerk for a few months. He’s known as Detective Grumpy to everyone in the district, but she’s the only one who calls him Don Refri. Walter gets jealous when there is a new detective around.

A/N: Walter Marshall is probably my favorite Henry Cavill character to read about, I need more content of him. I’ve also been watching a telenovela and the way Alexander has been acting with Lola when they were fighting, I thought “what if Walter was like this?” So here it is. Also, LATIN PRESENTATION FOR HENRY CAVILL!

For all intent and purposes, this one shot is very humorous, sort of like a sitcom, Walter doesn’t follow canon AT ALL, but I did try to “research” what happens in a precinct.

Y/N was entering the district with a thermos in hand, all bundled up.

“Ay, hace un pinche frío, why the fuck did I move to Minnesota, it’s so cold.” Y/N said as she took off her coat and Matthew started laughing. “Don’t laugh like that, I’m not meant for cold weather.”

“Just start working on something before detective grumpy comes in and starts yelling.” Matthew said, taking Y/N’s coat, folding it.

“I’m not scared of Don Refri, but I will start working because i have to make the case files of whatever criminal is out now so Don Refri and detective Dickerman Can catch them as soon as possible.” Y/N said and she started sipping hot chocolate from her thermos. As she was working, Walter came in. “Good morning, Don Refri.” Walter rolled his eyes at her.

“Morning, Y/N.” Walter mumbled and went to his office. Matthew, Glasgow, and Rachel stared at Y/N. Y/N looked at them.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“You call him Don Refri to his face and he does nothing, but we almost get written up when he overheard us reference him as Detective Grumpy. How is that possible?” Glasgow asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m happy about it, not gonna lie.” Y/N said. She began working on the computer, smiling to herself. No one but her bestie knows about her crush on the grumpy detective.

“I think he has a soft spot for you, what do you think?” Rachel asks.

“Maybe he does.” Y/N replied.

A few moments after creating the case files, Y/N heard Walter yell “Fuck” from his office.

“I wonder what’s got him worked up. Y/N, go check on him.” Matthew said.

“Fine. Now I know how my brother felt when I sent him to ask our mom something.” Y/N said. She got up from her desk and went to Walter’s office, saw that he threw his stuff off his desk and is now running his hand through his hair, exasperated.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Walter asked.

“What’s got you in such a bad mood, Don Refri?” Y/N asked.

“First; you keep calling me that.” Walter started and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I told you, start being open about your feelings and then I’ll stop calling you don refri, Don Refri.” Y/N replied and Walter rolled his eyes. “What’s the other thing that got you in a bad mood?”

“They’re transferring another detective here.” Walter massaged his temples.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Y/N asked.

“Not if the detective is a fucking pain in the ass. He hits on anything with skirt.” Walter commented. “He has a womanizer, player kind of reputation and I don’t want that guy in this district.”

“Why is he getting transferred?” Y/N asked.

“Don’t know. Hopefully I have time before this fucker gets here.” Walter starts picking up the stuff he threw and Y/N helped him until they heard a voice.

“Isn’t anyone going to welcome me?” The man sounded arrogant.

“Too late. Let’s go.” Walter said, after putting everything back on his desk and him and Y/N went to the front of the district, Y/N went back to her desk. “Team, this is…what’s your name again?” Walter asked.

“Ha ha, nice to see you haven’t changed. I’m Detective Tyler Delgado, I just transferred here.” Tyler introduced himself.

“Well this is my team, Matthew and Glasgow are technicians, Rachel is a profiler and psychologist, and Y/N here is our records clerk.” Walter introduced them to Tyler.

“Nice to meet you guys.” Tyler said, “Especially you.” Tyler said, looking at Y/N before winking.

“Well, Let’s get back to work.” Walter said, leaving with Tyler.

The day went on Walter and Y/N were the only ones left in the district, she was finishing up the police logs.

“Ugh, i can’t wait to sleep.” Y/N said.

“What did you think of Delgado?” Walter asked.

“I Don’t have much of an opinion of him, he doesn’t look like a fuckboy though.” Y/N commented.

“I never said he was a fuckboy, I said he had the reputation of one, big difference.” Walter said.

“Yeah, whatever. If you’re worried about Rachel going out with him, I don’t think she would fall for any of his ‘tricks’ because of her psychology background.” Y/N commented as she took a sip of soda.

“It’s not Rachel I’m worried about.” Walter replied, looking at Y/N. Y/N looked at Walter with wide eyes and she put her soda down.

“Me? You’re worried about me? Why are you worried?” Y/N asked, please say it’s because you like me she said in her head.

“I just don’t want you to get taken advantage of.” Walter said.

“Do I look easy to you, Walter? I know I’m a few years younger than you but I’m not naive, I know when someone has other intentions, there’s a reason why I wanted to be an FBI profiler.” Y/N said.

“I’m just saying, I saw you and Delgado flirting when he was giving you some files.” Walter said.

“I was being friendly! Por Dios, uno ya no puede ser amable o que?” Y/N said, crossing her arms.

“What does that mean?” Walter asked.

“It means I can’t be nice to someone without being accused of trying to sleep with them.” Y/N said in a huff, packing her bag.

“When did I accuse you that?” Walter asked while raising his voice.

“It doesn’t matter, don refri, I finished, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N said and she left without kissing Walter on the cheek or hugging him.

The next day, Walter was running late because he was talking to Angie about Faye. When he entered the district, he saw Y/N and Tyler talking, as he got closer, he heard part of their conversation.

“It’s a date, I’ll pick you up tonight at 8.” Tyler said, winking at Y/N and walked away. Y/N smiled slightly until she heard Walter.

“What was that about?” Walter asked behind Y/N, scaring her and she put her hand in her chest.

“No me asustes así!” Y/N exclaimed as she hit his arm. Of course it didn’t hurt since Walter works out a lot, but he still winces because that’s how he is with Y/N.

“You’re going out with Delgado? After telling me I shouldn’t worry about you? Are you kidding me, Y/N?” Walter questioned.

“Sabes algo, Don Refri? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were jealous.” Y/N said. Hold up, is he jealous? That HAS to mean he likes me, oh please don’t be such a don refri and tell me you like me, PLEASE! Y/N thought to herself

“I’m looking out for you just like I would look out for Faye and Rachel, I am protective over the women who are close to me, especially with this job. I’ll talk to you later.” Walter said and walked away.

Y/N sat at her desk, very confused over what just happened with the grumpy detective.

A week went by and Walter observed Y/N and Tyler. Whenever they would be together during their lunch break or just together in general, Walter scowled. But one day he was walking by Tyler’s office and he heard something suspicious.

“I’m still at work…yes, I’m going to be late again…I’m sorry, the captain is tougher than at the last precinct…I’ll see you at home, love you, baby.” And Tyler hung up the phone. Walter walked in his office.

“Who were you on the phone with, Delgado?” Walter asked.

“My niece, it’s her birthday today.” Tyler lied, Walter could tell. This wasn’t the first time Walter heard a suspicious phone call like this but it’s the first he confronted Tyler.

“Well then, see you later.” Walter said as he walked out of Tyler’s office. He grabbed his lunch from the fridge, heated it up, and walked back to his office where he would do a background check on Tyler Delgado. “I’m not jealous, Y/N is like a sister to me, I just want to make sure she’s safe.” Walter said to himself as he was checking all the information that he managed to pull up about Tyler.

For what seemed like an eternity to Walter, he found out that Tyler Delgado is married! He took a photo of what he found on the computer, he went into the break room to look for Y/N and he found Tyler leaning in to kiss Y/N so he did what any man would do when they see a married man try to kiss their crush, I mean, their “friend”, and punch them in the face. Walter punched Tyler so hard that Tyler got knocked out and was on the floor, out cold.

Y/N was in shock. “Are you insane?!? Que te pasa?!?” Y/N yelled. “You killed him, you fucking killed him.”

“Oh please, how am i going to kill a man with a single punch, Y/N? Seriously, think.” Walter said.

“Well I don’t know, you work out a lot, you clearly have a lot more muscle than Tyler, you probably killed him.” Y/N said.

“You look at my muscles a lot?” Walter said with a little smirk.

“Don’t change the subject.” Y/N said firmly. Rachel was entering the break room with a box,

“Hey, Matthew brought doughnuts, you guys want some? What the fuck happened here?” Rachel asked when she saw Tyler on the floor and she place the box on the table, closing the break room door.

“Oh well what happened was Don Refri here came in and just punched Tyler for no fucking reason. You’re a psychologist, is this an act of jealousy?” Y/N asked.

“First of all, it wasn’t for no fucking reason, he’s scum, did you know that he’s married?” Walter yelled.

“What?” Both Y/N and Rachel asked,

“Yeah, He’s married, and He’s been married for 4 years.” Walter said

“Ugh, stop lying, Don Refri, and just admit that killed him because you’re jealous and that’s it!” Y/N yelled.

“Jealous? You think I’m jealous, really? Of course I’m not jealous.” Walter said, stepping closer to Y/N, resulting in getting closer to Tyler’s unconscious body.

“Careful, you’re gonna kill him again.” Y/N said.

“How am I gonna kill him again if he’s already dead?” Walter teased Y/N.

“Well, He’s not dead, he’s still breathing.” Rachel said, looking a Tyler, seeing his chest rise and fall.

“Whatever, Rachel, why would you think I’m jealous? Do you really think I’m jealous, Y/N? Please.” Walter asked.

“Mm hmm, sure, and your fits just has a mind of its own? Ah! I cant even speak, I’m so mad, your fist, fist!” Y/N shouted the last part of her sentence.

“I can’t understand what you’re trying to say, speak clearly.” Walter said in a fed up tone.

“I am speaking clearly! Fist, fist, fist! You know what? Say whatever the hell you want, to me, this was a crime of passion, you can’t tell me different.” Y/N said and Rachel just observed their argument while eating a doughnut and drinking her coffee thinking to herself that these two people totally love each other, are at the very least shave feelings for each other.

“Y/N, you can’t possibly be acting this way?” Walter questioned.

“Acting what way, hm?” Y/N asked.

“Like this!” Walter said, gesturing to her with his hands. That’s when Tyler started to come to and he sat up.

“What happened?” Tyler said groggily.

“Shut up!” Walter said, punching him AGAIN. Rachel’s eyes were wide as plates, and so were Y/N’s.

“What’s wrong with you?!?” Both women yelled.

“What? I Don’t like being interrupted while I’m speaking.” Walter stated

“Oh my god, You’re crazy, i need to get out of here.” Y/N said. She left the break room with Walter following her. Walter grabbed her wrist and they walked to an empty interrogation room. “What are you doing, Don Refri?”

“Fuck it.” Walter whispered before kissing Y/N passionately in the interrogation room, only lasting when they were out of breath. Y/N pulled away first.

“What was that, Walter?” Y/N asked. The first time she called him by his first name.

“You wanted me to admit I was jealous, right? Well, here I am admitting that I was jealous of you and Tyler. But i am not lying about him having a wife, I did a background check on him before knocking him out, look.” Walter said, showing Y/N his phone. Y/N grabbed his phone, seeing it was true. “I’ve had feelings for you since you started working here but I am very bad of expressing my feelings, as you point out to me daily.” Walter admitted.

“I have liked you since I started working here too. Does this mean we’re together now?” Y/N asked. Walter chuckled, taking Y/N’s hands in his.

“It means I’m going to take you on a date after our shift is over. Hopefully Tyler doesn’t report me.” Walter said and Y/N laughed.

“You’re probably going to be suspended but you can worry about that later, i have reports to write up.” Y/N said and Walter opened the door for her so they could leave the interrogation room. The first time since becoming a detective, Walter had a smile on his face. It was small, but it was there.

The End

Thank you for reading my very first Walter Marshall fanfic, hope you liked it

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Chapter 2 - We should do this more often.

Part 2 of the Agency Tour!

Summary: Izuku shows Y/N the CCTV room. And his office… well, mostly his sofa, because it’s really hard to see when Izuku is crushing you into the pillows.

That sounds so much more suggestive than it is, sorry for the clickbait.

Warnings: Swear words, suggestive (!), Kirishima makes a sex joke. 16 +? Maybe?

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“Are you ready for the CCTV room?” Izuku squeezes your hand in front of a massive door. “It’s also connected to the commander room which is the busiest room in the whole building and the people working in this area are a little bit quirky. Kacchan thinks they are all weirdos, but they are really nice if you give them a chance.” He smiles at you, but you can’t miss the worry in his beautiful eyes.

“I’ll be fine. Let’s go!” You nudge the man and he opens the door…

“Oi, why is that guy standing there?!” A guy with black hair and dog ears peeking up in excitement points at one of the CCTV screens angrily. “He’s sus!”

“Bro, he has a date.” A red haired, nerd-looking guy looks up from his cup noodles, still slurping. Someone tells him off for talking with food in his mouth but he ignores it.

“How do you know that?” The black haired guy mutters, still angry. His ears flap down from the lack of excitement, clearly uninterested. He reminds you of Katsuki.

“He’s been doing that a lot lately, same woman, same meeting point.” The red haired guy answers with food in his mouth. You can barely conceal the smile; they have no idea the boss is in the room, they are so involved in their gossip.

“I hope he doesn’t cheat on this one, the lady looks cute.” A quirky looking girl adds with a sigh.

“He cheated?!” The guy’s ears point towards the ceiling again with a little wiggle. The cute ear-thing he’s doing absolutely clashes with his grumpy behavior but somehow, it’s also kinda adorable.

Izuku cleans his throat loudly to get some attention; the nerd guy almost drops his cup noodles, the black haired guy can’t help himself and laughs at him, clearly enjoying the drama.

“Can you fire these two? I honestly can’t do my job with them in the building.” And older, grumpy looking woman looks up from her laptop. She’s wearing a massive headset, but apparently, it’s not enough to suppress their daily bickering.

“I’m quite sure you were supposed to retire 10 years ago.” The quirky girl retorts and makes the angry guy laugh.

“Yo, who’s that.” The angry guy’s eyes lock with the screen again, judging a random bystander standing by the station entrance. He clicks on the screen a few times, checks the details; Mahito Shiro, 23, student, quirk: shrinking, birth date 2000.06.14 No police data available Threat-level: none “Nevermind, just another rando. Dammit. FUCK’S SAKE I’M BORED!”

“Oh my god, Toshi, shut the fuck up!” Someone yells from another room.

“Uhm, can I show my… Y/N around?” Izuku mutters; the whole room gawks at you with questioning eyes, analyzing you like you are one of the randos on the TV screen. Their gaze locks on your entwined fingers; fuck, you forgot to let go!; and there’s an absolute silence in the room until the black haired guy speaks up.

“So, who’s that?!”

“Oh my god, Toshi.” The quirky girl laughs again; apparently the sole existence of this angry man is enough for her to have a good day. Damn, you can relate. “That’s his roommate.”

“Is he cheating on his Sweet Pea?! I can’t believe the fucker. I thought he’s head over heels for that chick.” The Hitoshi guy gives the boss a disappointed glare.

“Can you not talk about my obvious pining right in front of the girl I am pining for?” Deku yells, extremely embarrassed; his cheeks are tinted pink and he’s squinting his eyes shut, hoping to be swallowed by a ground.

You don’t really know what to think right now; were you the only person in the whole wide world who didn’t know about Deku’s feelings?! Really?!

“That’s Sweet Pea, Tosh.” The quirky girl translates and the grumpy guy perks up, ears up and wiggling excitedly as he takes in the view in front of him.

“Exciting.” There is a weird noise coming from the back of the man; you try to look behind him and it doesn’t take you long to notice the massive, fluffy, black tail wiggling back and forth. So that’s why his chair clashes with the rest of the furniture; it was especially made for him to have space for his tail. That’s sweet.

“So this is the CCTV room.” Izuku yelps, his voice and octave higher than usual. “We have thirty screens in this room plus every person has their own set with ten screens that they keep an eye on. We have access to all the cctv footages in Japan that are not owned by a person, so cameras set up by the government, shops, banks, venues and the list goes on.” He continues to mutter. “Our security system has a built in information center thanks to our perpetual work with the police; if you click on a person, his face runs through the police information system and we can get their basic info without the need to get a clearance.” Deku puts his hands on your back and pushes you forward to take a better look; he clicks at a random person on the street and zooms in; the camera is crystal clear even after the zoom and the system starts to analyze the footage right away; the person’s name, age, quirk, area of residence comes up in the far corner of the footage; it also states that the person isn’t dangerous or under any suspicion at this moment.

“That’s really cool!” Your eyes shine with pure wonder as you look at the details.

“Well, it’s cool but it has its flaws.” Toshi speaks up from behind you. “Some stupid countries didn’t give us clearance to use their data so with a lot of foreigners, we actually need to go through the clearance process and it’s only granted if we have a strong reason to suspect the individual.” He grumbles under his nose, personally offended by this shenanigan.

“He’s just grumpy because he found his doppelgänger once and his info-request denied.” The older lady adds, smiling cheekily.

“The audacity of ‘em! He might be my secret twin brother!” Toshi retorts angrily. Izuku smiles under his nose.

“The right side of the office is in charge for the CCTV footage, the left side is charge for listening to the police radio in case there is an incident where we might be needed. The door on the left side is where the emergency call team is, but I won’t show you that room as it’s literally just people taking phone calls every five seconds and distributing the task to a hero with the most suitable quirk. They also have their own computer system that knows the current heroes on the call, their quirks and strengths.”

“Fucking hell, you guys are high-tech.” You mumble, bamboozled. Your mind is fried thanks to all the information you tried to take in; you would kill for a cup of water and some sugar right now; skipping breakfast was a terrible idea. You stroke your forehead, trying your best to soothe your aching head and Izuku pales right away.

“Oh my god, you haven’t had breakfast, I’m so sorry, Sweet Pea! Let’s go to my office, I have some food in there.” Izuku ushers you out of the room, not even letting you say a proper goodbye.

Running after Deku is a fucking challenge; his long, muscly legs gives him a super speed even without the use of his quirk so needless to say, you definitely look like an absolute idiot as you stumble all over behind him, out of breath already. Thankfully, his office isn’t too far away from the communication room; you are seated on a sofa now with a fancy cup noodle in your hands. You can’t help but smile when you see Deku’s pretty face looking back at you from the cup.

You always make sure not to buy this specific cup noodle; you literally can’t put Deku’s handsome face into the trash when you finish the meal. No fucking way.

“Can I keep the packaging?” You ask with a happy voice after you finished; the noodles warmed your soul and heart and you can feel your brain coming back to life now that you filled your stomach with the tasty junk food.

“Hey, isn’t the real thing good enough for you?” Izuku asks, offended. You absolutely love when Izuku gets jealous. It’s the prettiest sight in the whole world.

“Why would I choose if I can have both?” You stroke Deku’s face on the packaging just to irk the hero even more; Izuku’s eyes darken at the sight, possessiveness overtaking him for a second; he takes a deep breath and plops down next to you with the biggest puppy eyes ever. Let’s be honest, puppy eyes and Deku are basically the same thing anyway so he doesn’t need to try too hard for your heart to melt completely from the beauty of it.

“I kinda want to keep you for myself.” His fingers travel up your arms, leaving goosebumps all over your skin in their trail. “I know, I’m selfish, but it’s your fault for telling me to put myself first. Take responsibility.” Izuku giggles, then gets all emotional in a matter of seconds. “Y/N, I’m so happy you’re here I could cry.” Izuku’s eyes are full of unshed tears, but they also shine with happiness; it’s such an Izuku thing, crying over the silliest things, like being too happy, being too content or seeing a puppy on the street; he might be big and bulky now but when he’s happy he’s still that lanky nerd from middle school. He might be able to crush a person’s skull with a snap of his fingers, but deep inside he’s just a soft, dreamy guy begging for a motherly hug. Izuku is precious, so fucking precious it actually hurts your soul. “Going home always felt like a dream, but every time I left my the house it felt like it was just that… a beautiful dream I woke up from, a vision I created to soothe my lonely soul. But seeing you here, in my second home… it all comes together now, Sweet Pea.” Deku smiles, tears trailing down his face. “You are real. You are not just my imagination. I can’t believe it took me so long to realize that. I’m so happy right now.” Deku giggles but he chokes on his tears; his head hides in the crook of your neck and here he is, little nerdy Izuku crying into your neck, where he feels safe and content; that spot is his happy place, his saving grace after a long, dangerous day.

“Izu-Izu….” You mutter, your voice almost silent. “How did I deserve you? I’ll never understand.”

“I’ll make you understand then.” Izuku looks deep into your eyes. The butterflies in your belly don’t feel like butterflies anymore, but more like flesh-eating piranhas. That’s probably the least romantic comparison in the whole world but it’s the truth. “And if it doesn’t work I’ll kiss you until you forget about your silly insecurities. I’ll kiss them all away.” Izuku leaves tiny kisses all over your neck and collarbone; wherever he sees skin he kisses the area, lips moving slowly as though he’s trying to remember every single bump and crevice.

“Sounds good to me.” You cup his face with your right hand, pulling him up to you, slowly leaning closer to the man’s shiny lips. Izuku looks down, wanting and hungry; he wavers for a moment, probably calculating the chances of being interrupted, but it doesn’t take him long to find his way to you. The kiss is slow and languid, his mouth careful and attentive; it’s not what you expected after the all the tension brewing between you two but you can’t really complain; then black whip shoots out of Izuku’s right hand, right towards the office door, and the lock clicks.

Izuku looks at you like he’s waiting for an answer; to what, you have no idea but apparently your passionate gaze was enough of an answer on it’s own; Izuku rushes back to your lips, the kiss wet and heavy now. A tiny yelp leaves your mouth as your back collides with the sofa; Izuku is right on top, body flush against yours but still careful to not put too much weight on you. Your hands find their way into Izuku’s untamable curls, nails scratching his scalp as Izuku’s tongue licks into your mouth; you can’t help but whimper when Izuku starts to move his tongue, slow but passionate, the motion full of restraint.

“How do you even make these noises.” Izuku’s voice is octave higher than usual, clearly struggling to hold himself back. “Please, tell me to stop. End my suffering.” He says between kisses, his body getting heavier and heavier on top of you; you can feel every single one of his muscles and some other things as well; the thought of Izuku wanting you so much makes you whimper again, pulling the greenette even closer until your mouths clash again, the action hot and heavy. “I want to drink your voice, Sweet Pea.”

For some reason that sentence went straight down to your… well… you know where.

“Izu.” You sigh, two seconds away from combusting.

You are in Izuku’s office, goddamit, what the heck are you two doing?!

“I love you.” Izuku says while his hand finds its way under your shirt. You can’t help but whimper again, your body pushing up into his hand for more. Izuku looks five seconds from losing his mind. “Okay, let’s calm down.” Izuku takes a deep breath, his hand clasping your side to ground himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to attack you like this.” Izuku is completely out of breath, lips red and slick from all the kissing. Jesus, he looks absolutely stunning. “I don’t want to rush this. I’m so…”

“Say sorry again and I swear to god I’ll do something really stupid, Izu.” You pant into his neck; his smell is so intoxicating in your current state you can barely hold yourself back from biting into the skin to taste it.

“Roger that.” Izuku’s forehead connects with yours, his breath fanning your face. Needless to say that also doesn’t help your current situation at all. He stays in this position for at least a minute, taking deep breaths and letting them out, slowly moving his arms behind your back to pull you close. He goes back to his favorite place, leaving tiny kisses in the crook of your neck, finally calming down. “We should do this more often.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

“Wow, so smooth, Izuku.”

“Shut up!” He whines, face pink from embarrassment.

“I love you too, by the way.” You sigh, hugging the hero back. He’s a little bit heavy, but you have no heart to tell him he’s crushing you right now; the feeling is weirdly pleasant.

Izuku only murmurs, clearly content to stay in this position and enjoy the solitude for a bit; several minutes pass in peaceful silence before someone bangs on the wall, the sound coming from the other side. Both of you jump up from the sudden noise, still half asleep in each other’s arms.

“Oi, nerd! You there?” Katsuki’s voice fills the office, but Katsuki is nowhere to be seen.

“Yeah, we were about to come over!” Deku yells back with a blushed face. He stands up and gives you a hand, pulling you towards one of the bookshelves in his office; you moan about not being able to look around but Izuku is on a mission; he moves some of the books on his shelf, ruining the order completely then turns his Bakugou figurine around which stands next to a Deku one to face the other way. Something clicks and the shelf opens to another room; Katsuki sits at a massive black desk, sorting out paperwork, his glasses hanging low on his nose. You don’t really have the time or mental energy to actually understand what the fuck just happened, because Katsuki looks up, then gawks at the two of you, his glasses falling off his nose and landing on his desk with a loud thump.

“Have you even looked in a fucking mirror before barging in here, you two idiots?” Katsuki yells, his face red as a tomato. “The fuck were you doing in your office, huh?!” Katsuki retorts angrily. “This is a workplace, Goddammit!”

Kirishima appears at the sound of Katsuki’s yelling and freezes as the door; he looks at you two with an amused gaze then starts laughing like a maniac.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe Zuku was the first one to have a heated make out session in this building! You dawg, good for you, man!” He giggles as he makes his way towards Katsuki to put his hand on his shoulders in an attempt to soothe the angry blonde. “Don’t worry, Tsuki, you can still be the first one to have sex in the office. It’s an easy fix, I’m just saying.” Kirishima winks and Bakugou finally reaches his limit, hands sparking from the anger or the embarrassment, you are not really sure.

“I fucking hate all of you.” Katsuki’s head drops on the desk with a loud, painful bang. You swear there is steam coming out of his red ears.

Well, you guess you don’t need to tell these two the good news, then.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I know, I has been another 9000 years but I’m glad I didn’t rush this because this is my new fav chapter; I mean, the gag? The feels? That Toshi guy?

- I hope you enjoyed the sofa part! I think I don’t need to tell you how hard it was for Deku to stop there. Fun fact; that part wasn’t planned at all, it was all Izuku’s doing. This chapter was supposed be about the CCTV room and reader looking around Izuku’s office, but I guess she’ll have to come back to take a proper look, oh well.

- There will be more details about the secret entrance in the next chapter, so if you have questions, you can ask but it might get answered in the next one. (But I’m still more than happy to answer them now!)

- I hope you guys are having a great day! There is a massive storm coming towards my city and I live next to the sea so let’s all pray I’m not gonna get blown away with my 45 kilos like the last time. If you think that shit only happens in the movies, that’s false. I will never forget how I ended up clutching a random ass pole at 7AM for 10 minutes because my stupid ass didn’t know you can’t walk on the seaside during a wind storm. It’s delightful to be a foreigner sometimes.

TL:

@yao-ai @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @kastuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover

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Writer's block :( Noooo

I hope following prompts help

" why wouldn't i save you? "

“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

" i'm on my way. "

" get out of here! now! "

" it's all over now. don't panic. it's not my blood. "

with Tara (I don't quite remember if you write for her if you don't pick another <Jenna's preferably>character idm ;))

Now you don't have to use them all I just put them there so you can have options. Use as many as you want

I hope writers block goes away :)

And don't push yourself <3

Protective

Jenna Ortega x reader

Slight Scream 6 spoilers

A/N: I feel like this is a mess but have fun reading it Ig🫡

‘How the fuck did I get into this?’ Was a common question in your head at the moment as you were being chased by some psychopath with ghost face mask.

You were friends with Anika, have been for a while, and at the same time you were her tutor. You were two semesters above her and started tutoring to earn money, the girl who has seen you around every now and then was your third student. Somehow, along the line you guessed, it became some kind of friendship, which then pulled you into her friend group. Often you’d sit in her dorm and explain stuff when the whole group let themselves inside, talking loudly while you tried to keep her focused.

And while Anika was focused on anything but you, a certain brunette was focused on nothing but you. She stared at you the whole time, every time but when you tried to talk to her she acted cold. It was confusing and it makes the situation you were in right now even more confusing.

But, at some point you finally got her to talk to you, and she even asked you for help for her math class. It went great, she was extremely nice and friendly and you started to fall for the girl. It felt like she also fell for you as she’d always be with you. People barely saw you alone anymore, if one of you came it was pretty sure that the other one was gonna be there too. You often slept over as you fell asleep cuddling. It was perfect and you were staring to build up the confidence to ask her if she wanted to make whatever you guys had official.

Until she suddenly pulled away, Sam did too. Chad and Mindy were quieter and the only one who was still normal was Anika. You wrecked your brain, trying to figure out what you did, if you hurt Tara in any way or said something wrong, but nothing came to mind. Tara hadn’t talked to you in over 6 days, she ignored your messages and calls and changed her path when she saw you. Anika knew the reason but she didn’t tell you as she said that it was something the girl had to tell you herself.

It was during one of your tutoring sessions when you got a text from Tara asking you to come to their apartment but you agreed nonetheless, saying that you’d arrive in around an hour and a half. After the session you went and changed into some sweatpants before making your way towards the carpenters apartment, sending a quick ‘i’m on my way’ text. You were looking around the city, enjoying the quietness, well as quiet as New York could be, until you suddenly heard something shatter which caused you to flinch. You kept walking towards the sound, discovering that it came from a small store, another sound emerging from the store. A gun shot and a scream, the voice so sweet it could only be from one person, Tara.

You ran towards the store to see some dressed up fucker with a gun, you couldn’t see the brunette but decided that you’d have to act nonetheless. Quickly hiding behind the wall, you started to think of a plan, you knew the gun as it was the same one your grandfather had for when he went hunting, you knew that it was able to fit 7 bullets before you had to reload (I don’t know shit about guns, sorry:0). You had already counted four and two just followed now. You relaxed a bit when no sound followed the shots, it hopefully meant that the bullet didn’t hit anybody.

You looked inside again, finally seeing your crush and her sister as they were crawling on the ground trying to escape. The younger girl tried to shoo you away the moment she saw you but how could you leave when she was in danger?

The moment the 7th shot fell you started sprinting, the four years you played football finally being useful as you tackled the person to the ground. The two of you fell, you on top pushing the gun as far away as you could. You didn’t expect them to pull a knife from somewhere. They slit your arm causing you to fall back, giving them the advantage of being on top, the knife now slicing through the skin on your stomach. Tara’s scream could be heard throughout the entire store causing you to turn your head until you could see her, Sam was holding her back. You could see that she was trying to figure out how she could help you without risking Tara. “Get out of here! now!” You screamed as you were finally able to turn you and the person with the knife again.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam pulling the smaller girl outside, relieve bubbling in your chest. For a small second you forgot what situation you were in. After a bit of wrestling you somehow got ahold of the knife, pushing it into their stomach around two times before you heard a sirens. The psychopath underneath you suddenly threw you off with newfound strength and disappeared, police started swarming inside only to find you with a bit of blood smeared on you.

“Why’d you save me?” Tara asked you as you sat in a cop car on your way to the station, Sam in the front you and Tara in the back. “Why wouldn’t I save you?” You were so confused, the girl grew so much on you that just the thought of her getting hurt broke your heart. “Are you fucking stupid? You put yourself in unbelievable danger, youre crazy, out of your mind” she said with a raised voice, “yeah, I put myself in danger to safe you, I didn’t do it for nothing” you answered trying to keep your cool.

“That’s what I just said! You’re crazy, you were ready to sacrifice yourself for someone like me. Do you know how crazy and stupid that is?” She kept on talking about how stupid you were for doing something like that for someone like her. It went on until you arrived inside the police station where you decided to put an End to it, you had listened to her degrade herself for over 10 minutes now and it was enough.

“Why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected?” You asked her, your voice raised this time. The way she talked about herself made her angry. “Because I don’t” she screamed back as some officer lead you into an interrogation room. “Who made you believe that shit?!” You asked, your voice still loud but this time Tara only looked down. You added a ‘huh?’ to finally make her answer but it only caused Sam to speak up.

“Y/n, I think that’s enough” she tried to keep her calm as she understood both sides and at the moment she was only happy that you were there to save them. “No Sam, I wanna know who made her feel like that so I can kill them for doing that to her” you countered, maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to say at that moment but you were so full of hate that you didn’t think straight. “I already did” you turned to Tara, your face filled with surprise. “Amber, my ex girlfriend, was the ghost face in the attack that happened last year. She used me and my trust, so she could kill me and Sam. She killed two of my best friends, our sheriff, she nearly killed Chad and Mindy and I shot her when she tried to kill Sam. All these people were in danger because I trusted her! That’s why I don’t deserve to be protected. Everybody who is around me is in danger! You shouldn’t even talk to me but you wouldn’t leave me alone!” Tears fell from her eyes as she explained, Sam was also quietly sniffling behind you.

“You can’t really think that” your voice was the complete opposite of what it had been just a couple of minutes before, it was soft and quiet, soothing. You kneeled in front of her, your hand carefully landing on her knee while the other one reached up to caress her cheek. She melted into your touch causing your heart to skip a beat. “What that girl did to you was terrible and what these people are trying to do to you now is just as terrible. But it’s not your fault, these people are crazy and psychotic, they shouldn’t be living freely. And if you think that I didn’t know who you were is kinda cute, I heard some people talk about it in class, but the thing is, I didn’t care. Because I got to know the real you and whoever says that you and Sam are crazy killers or some shit do not know you. You are amazing Tara and if you ask me, you’re totally worth dying for. I mean it”

Your thumb wiped away her flowing tears before she threw herself at you causing you to crash to the ground. Her arms wrapped around your neck as she sat on your lap with her face buried in your neck. “You knew who I was the whole time and didn’t say anything?” She pulled her head away as she spoke to look at you, “well, I figured the topic would make you uncomfortable, so I didn’t say anything. I guessed that you would talk about it once you’re ready” you told her as your hands stroked her back. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on your lips. “Once this is over, we are going on a date”

“Yes ma’am”

You couldn’t wait for this to be over

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So this kinda sucks but if I try to rewrite it I’ll never finish it and it will just sit in my drafts forever. Sorry

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #scream 6 #scream 5 #jenna ortega

[bowtied-pasta]

Call out post, come get y’self stereotyped

(I’m not doing them all, but) If you like…

Slenderman

Mafia themed fics and comics are a huge favorite of yours. Men in power are sexy to you, especially if they’re well read and have manners.

You have a danger and risk kink, and the mixture of being a powerful man’s exception to his cruelties, and being the center of so much possessive attention and affection… well I have a feeling you could just melt.

The portion of you guys that headcanon he has a mouth he can rip open at will, you freaks have absolutely ginormous boners for marking.

Eyeless Jack

Woah there, partner. Your addiction to A/B/O is showing. Might wanna try and hide that behind your cryptid body part headcanons and his multiple tongues.

I would give $100 to the first person who could actually stand to kiss this man on the mouth. This man is out here eating humans and ya’ll be talkin’ about how good of a kisser he is.

Now this one here is a hit or miss remark, but the vibes are just so strong here for this one, so I’m going out on a limb and saying a large portion of you had crushes on Beast from Beauty and the Beast when you were younger.

Jane

You liked Jeff a lot. Like, a lot. But then Jane came along and you realized Jeff the Killer could get better because here she is, your gay awakening.

You definitely headcanon her as a domme. I ain’t ever see a Jane simp write her like anything other than an absolutely regal domme.

Splendorman

Welcome to the most diverse group of individuals this fandom has. Meaning you are either a freak like me that had a headcanon involving the flavor of his cum, or you’re ‘normal’ and just wanna give this man a hug.

If you subscribe to the ‘Splendor has a dark side’ headcanon, then there’s like a 20% chance your Splendor has killed people and knows what he’s doing when he does it. 10% of the time he doesn’t grasp the concept of human mortality and death.

Despite all that divides you as simps for this man, you all come together under one very important fact. Splendor’s bells have mouths.

Zalgo

Haven’t given up the princess treatment kink yet I see.

I’m getting dragon fucker vibes… for some reason. I think it’s all the gold mixed with the obvious attraction to power and regality and authority.

You made an oc that was most likely an angel to pair with him when you were younger and the memories are gonna come flooding back only now because I have dragged them from under the rug you hid away in the shame filled recesses of your mind so that you would forget.

Fen

You’re an enjoyer of Bara’s

I’m feeling like there’s an attraction to men who are obsessed with the frat house they are/were in when in college.

You don’t match your socks when you wear them.

#splendorman #offenderman #slenderman #eyeless jack #zalgo #kinda lemonaid #jane the killer

[fangirleaconmigo]

I’ve started watching Justified. Not my normal genre but my sister is very insistent.

Here are my thots thus far

1) If these adorable fuckers were my coworkers I’d be 15 mins early every day with coffee.

2) The racist guy (former coal miner, current ringleader who seems to hate all his own minions he’s just constantly insulting them it’s kinda funny) literally talks to and looks at Raylan likes he wants to make out with him so bad it makes him look stupid. The first thing he says to him is that he looks amazing (and asks his lil minion why he’s so shit by comparison…he’s like…why aren’t you this hot, you loser) tells him he trusts him, and after Raylan shoots him he basically thanks him for it. This fucker is in *love* love.

3) That blonde girl is goddamned hilarious. “Damn woman, you only shoot people when they’re eatin supper?”

Yes. Yes she does.

As she should.

4) everyone has a crush on Raylan. Which. Let’s face it. That’s realistic. I hate when shows pretend insanely hot people are not insanely hot. Like that would not just be a normal person to see in small town Kentucky.

5) the show opens with Raylan shooting someone, which upends his life completely. We are led to believe this is a problem. Yet he shoots someone new every episode 😂😂 this is not a problem but it is hilarious.

6)Every crusty old convict has a wife/gf who is hot and devoted and twenty years younger. Must sting a bit for Raylan to keep happening across their romantic dramas while his hot ass wife presumably left him bc she was tired of his shit. Sorry buddy that you seem to lack the swag of these elderly felons 😂😭

Ok those are all the thoughts I can think of at the moment. I’m gonna keep watching I’m enjoying so far.

#justified #raylan givens #i don’t remember all the other names #I’m gonna keep watching tho #and I’ll learn them all #talking tv #sister

[yaboy-miz]

I have some COTL followers that I want to draw so bad but I have no idea how to draw furries so while I figure out how tf a snout works in a front or 3/4 view I’ll just describe them for now.

Haar was my first follower. They were a grey rabbit with white tufts of fur on their cheeks. I don’t remember their personality. Their name was actually lost for a while because of a weird glitch where all of my followers from before a certain point didn’t show up when doing a resurrection, but I never forgot their face. They started showing up again sometime after the update so now I have that record again. In my little bit of lore I have for them, they never got a grave because there were very few resources and their body was damaged in a way that would make burying them difficult (in the actual game I butchered them by accident while getting used to the controls), so the lamb gave them an unmarked stone with some loose things around it. Over time their name was lost to history and even the Lamb forgot, so when resources were plentiful enough that they could afford to give a centuries-old grave some attention they drew a picture of them from memory rather than writing their name.

Thebre is my oldest living follower and also my favorite. He’s also bugged in some weird way where he somehow lost all of his naturally occurring traits, which resulted in me getting soft locked whenever I selected him first in the mating tent. I don’t know if it’s been fixed but I’m sure as hell not gonna test that. He’s my spouse and im pretty sure he was one of if not the first that I married. This guy has died five separate times and it’s actually ridiculous. His first was via sacrifice because I had the Good Die Young trait and I didn’t want him to die in shame. The second was before the update that let them take off their necklaces because he had a skull necklace and I wanted to give him a gold skull necklace. The last three are because this dumbass managed to have his soul damned three separate times before the game was patched so that they’d return alive after you defeat them thrice. Two of those were because this fucker won’t stop drinking. I have a lot of lore for him that I’ll go into later but the one bit I will drop because it’s funny as fuck is that he somehow became lovers with every single god in the cult grounds except for Narinder, and that’s only because I’m married to both of them. This man fell for five different gods and I think that’s hilarious, so in his lore I decided that he has a one sided crush on all of them but doesn’t make a move because he’s old enough to remember who they are.

I have more but they don’t have much lore so I’ll cover them later.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl follower #cotl follower oc #cotl lamb #cotl sins of the flesh #tw cult #tw sacrifice

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Sk8 Rewatch Ep11

Listen, Kid Ainosuke is fucking adorable, but that’s not going to make me forget how much of a piece of shit he is as an adult.

Poor Tadashi, it all goes downhill for you from here on out.

My boys~ 🥹🥹🥹

Listen show, you hammering me with how awful Ainosuke’s aunts are isn’t going garner any sympathy. If you wanted me to feel bad for him you shouldn’t have had him be a freak.

Sketchy is chaos incarnate and I love the little fucker.

The fact that Oka doesn’t immediately sick Sketchy on Tadashi after Reki mentioned a love hotel is a crime against humanity.

Tadashi: Everybody wants something from Ainosuke-sama ever since his father passed away. And I’m trying to rob him of his one and only respite... He’s fondling minors and he just cracked his ex’s skull open and put him in a wheelchair. I know this is your upbringing talking here, but please....

Tadashi: But, if he keeps crushing one skater after another like this, there’ll be a scandal someday. The fact that there wasn’t a scandal after he put the famous and beloved Sakurayakishi Kaoru in the hospital pretty much means he can do whatever he wants.

Tadashi: And if that happens, it’ll be all over for him. God if only.

Tadashi: I have to stop him. In a perfect universe, you did.

Kiriko never getting to raid Ainosuke’s house is a crime. I wanted to see that bastard in handcuffs.

Miya: I told you a slime can’t beat the demon king! See even Miya agrees with me that Adam’s a demon.

Will somebody PLEASE call the police?! Or atleast ride up behind them like you did in earlier episodes???

He was really planning to toss a teenager off a cliff and face no consequences, wasn’t he?

You know you’re a badass when all of the founders are trying to figure out what in the hell is wrong with you. (Reki skating off the side of a cliff.)

Oh, Reki, baby, Adam has like a veritable mountain of muscle compared to you.

Adam: I like to love others, but I fucking hate being loved! There’s just so much to unpack here.

The fact that Adam named the “technique” he almost murdered his ex with “Full Swing Kiss” is a level of evil and pettiness even I cannot fathom.

It’s a international holiday you guys!

Tadashi’s entire worldview has been turned upside down.

If I could bottle up a fraction of the catharsis Cherry must’ve felt I think I could sell it and be happy for the rest of my life.

People laughing at Adam is music to my ears.

This man really just went full fucking demon, huh?

Tadashi, no you are not wrong. You should take skateboarding away from Adam. Him learning to love skateboarding again is not going to fix the crux of his problems.

Adam: In my world, I’m the only one who exists. Yeah, that’s literally all on you. It’s not anyone else’s fault or problem that you leave people and pretend they betrayed you to make yourself feel better because you’re afraid they’re gonna hurt you eventually.

The after credits preview saying Adam forced Langa into a flamenco class. 😬🤢🤮😡😤🤬

#sk8 rewatch #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #sk8 ad*m #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #sk8 tadashi #sk8 oka #sk8 kiriko #sk8 miya

[shady-swan-jones]

She's Perfect But You're Mine

Summary:

Killian has a girlfriend. Emma handles it with the utmost maturity and grace.

Or not.

Ao3

-

Damn you, rum, was the first thought that came to Emma’s mind when she woke up, her hair tousled, wearing the inner parts of yesterday’s outfit, and already feeling angry clouds of an impending hangover. She couldn’t be more pathetic, she thought, right before noticing a thin line of saliva adorning her pillow.

Outstanding. 

Why did the alcohol gods punish her so harshly? She was rightfully celebrating catching her latest skip, Felix the Fiend -Felix the Fucker if you ask her- with her friends. Her group was a patchwork of people led by her employers, the charmingly dubbed, the Charmings. The only thing that made her move, very reluctantly and slowly, from the bed, was the thought of teasing Killian. He missed her singing, or rather murdering, Michael Jackson’s Beat It. Her performance in the club was Billboard Hot 100 calibre, but her roommate skipped the whole thing for mysterious reasons.

As she rounded the corner, overlooking their kitchen, his reasons were mysterious no more. In fact, judging from the adoring looks the small brunette was giving him over eggs and bacon, his reasons became painfully obvious. 

Snuggling against each other, the pair hadn’t seen her approaching. Emma had a few seconds to have a massive internal freak out over the perfect picture they made, straight from a Folgers breakfast ad. 

“Swan, good morning. You’re looking particularly fresh at this early hour, if I may say,” Killian said cheerfully, totally unaware of the absurdity of the scene. It’s not that Killian didn’t have girls over, his stubble and rosy cheeks were more successful than a dog with the ladies. A scarcely clad, tousled hair girl in their kitchen wasn’t out of the ordinary. The thing is, he never had breakfast with them. 

Just when she thought she couldn’t be any more surprised, the real bomb fell. 

“Emma, this is my Belle, my girlfriend."

Motherfucker. 

A few things had scarred her college life, catching Ruby with -and on- the TA in her Bug, spilling scalding cocoa all over Elsa’s lab coat, finding out Neal had a girlfriend, one besides herself. Her meeting Killian, knocking on his dorm door to stop him from singing “We are the Champions”, loudly, for the twelfth time, out of tune, didn’t even make the top ten. She therefore had a difficult time explaining to herself why this stupid , ill advised crush she had on her roommate wouldn’t go away. 

After that day, he’d done it on purpose. Playing his guitar at full volume to taunt her -this arrogant bastard-, going so far as to play Two Doors Down , in every annoying voice he could muster. “So Emma, what do you say,” he’d teased, as his hand had left the door handle and joined the other one in the guitar, “let me take you home tonight.” 

And thus began a friendship, but dammit that was almost a decade ago, including a two-year old cohabiting arrangement. Her ill-advised crush on her roommate should have been over by now.

“So, Belle,” he started as Belle leaned further into him, tickling his beard, “this is Emma Swan, my friend and roommate.”

The brunette extended her hand gracefully while maintaining eye contact. Her green eyes appeared for all intents and purposes, honest and excited.

“Emma Swan,” Emma supplied redundantly. Nice way to make a good first impression, so smooth, Emma.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you, Emma. I couldn’t believe you talked him into watching the Princess Bride. I’m a fool for those Westley types,” Belle explained while patting Killian’s chest. His pointed, and adorable ears were quickly dusted with a shade of red. 

“Who isn’t?” Emma asked and smiled the best as she could, wondering if this was normal or if her awkwardness was cruelly evident.

“That’s true, but it’s also what sold me on this guy. Quoting the movie in real time? My prince!” she says, cupping Killian’s chin while he gives her his most charming smile. The lopsided one, with a hint of teeth. The charming fucker. 

They make such a disney couple, Emma waits for blue little birds to start chirping around them. The sight is so perfect, it makes her want to puke through her eyes. 

“Ha. Yes.” she shuffles around them and grabs the cup with the painted swans. It's tall and the porcelain handle is broken, leaving her to grab it with both of her hands, even if the inside is scalding. Killian calls it her “chalice”. He gives names to everything, it’s an inside joke. They haven’t shared one for some time.

With her -tense- back towards them, she hears Killian speak to her. “Would it be okay with you if Belle stayed with us for a few days? Her plumbing is out."

She swivels and faces them, willing her eyes not to bulge. 

"I hope I'm not in the way. You won't even notice I'm here", Emma highly doubts that, with Killian choosing this moment to tighten the arm around her waist. "I can bake too, Killian tells me you have a sweet tooth". 

She's never rejected baked goods in her life, but even the biggest chocolate chip cake can't wash away the bitterness in her mouth. 

"And I want to get to know you. We can be friends". 

They're both looking at her expectantly as seconds go by and she doesn't speak.

It's then where Killian employs his tactic to make her open up, the one that got her to share about her sordid past, the ex still haunting her dreams and her inner, most genuine need for family. He holds her eyes and speaks softly. 

"Love?" 

At this second two things happen: Belle opens her mouth to answer, then closes it, squinting her meticulously shaped eyebrows at him. 

And Emma hears that word and pain washes over her, realising it won't be aimed at her, not in the way she wants deep inside. 

Her answer is drowned by excited screams. As she recounts to Ruby later that day over a couple -dozens- of beers, she just killed her chances with Killian once and for all. 

That cake better be worth it. 

#captain swan #cs fic rec #cs ff #cs au #captain swan ff #ouat ff #ouat #once upon a time #emma swan #killian jones #killian x emma

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

131. You're On Your Own, Kid

The jokes aren’t funny, Gordon even less so, and Midge hates this job.

She hates writing jokes for a man who doesn’t get it. He just doesn’t. Gordon is the type of celebrity who just wanted to be famous and made it happen despite having no discernible talent.

Fucker.

She takes the money anyway because she has a family to support, and when she gets her paycheck, she leaves the studio for home.

The apartment is empty. Her parents and children are in the Catskills with the Maisels, and Midge is set to join them all tomorrow. She used to look forward to going to the mountains during the summer, but this year she’s dreading it.

She tries to convince herself that it’s just about her career. That she just doesn’t want to miss the opportunity to play clubs in Manhattan during the summer, but she knows it’s more than that.

It’s that she’s on her own. Amongst happy families and newlyweds and couples who have been together for fifty years, she’ll be all alone.

For the briefest of moments, she thought she wasn’t going to be. That he had chased away the loneliness for good. That with one perfect kiss he had saved her from the soul-crushing isolation she felt.

She can’t believe that she’s given her blood, sweat, and tears for this. She’s hosted parties and theme nights and spent countless hours tugging a measuring tape around her body just to end up alone again.

She feels like if she were meant to end up with someone, she would be with him by now. She’s thirty. There’s over a decade of women younger than her who are ready to hang up their single days, marry a man, and churn out a few kids.

What does she have to offer anyone?

She’s been dreaming lately of making a change. Of leaving this town that has done nothing but hurt her for the last five years. Fleeing to Los Angeles, trying her luck amongst the sun and movie stars.

Realistically she can’t. She has children. Parents. She can’t just pick up and leave when her roots are so firmly embedded in concrete and subway grates.

The phone rings as she pours herself a glass of wine, and she reaches for it, assuming it’s going to be Susie calling to talk before Midge leaves for the Catskills.

“Hello?”

“When I watch Gordon Ford, I can always tell which jokes you wrote.”

She exhales, and it’s half laugh, half sigh of relief at the sound of his voice. “I hope that’s a compliment,” she replies, sitting down on the couch.

“Yours are the only jokes that are funny,” he replies as though it’s obvious. “They should clear out the writer’s room and put your name on the door.”

She laughs again. “The writers are fine. Gordon is just...not funny.”

“Then they should clear out his dressing room and put your name on the show.”

“Damn straight...he’s in talks to take over The Tonight Show,” Midge explains.

“No way in hell can that guy fill Jack Paar’s shoes,” Lenny argues, and she hears him take a drag of his cigarette.

“Gordon does have shockingly tiny feet,” she bats back. She takes a sip of her wine as his chuckle rumbles over the line. “It’s nice to hear from you,” she says quietly.

“I figured I was overdue for a phone call.”

“I should start charging you. Like the library. I could make a fortune on late fees with the way you communicate.”

She hears the clinking of change and furrows her brow. “Are you at a payphone?” She asks.

“Very astute. You should call yourself Detective Maisel.”

“If I were going to change my name, I’d disown my ex’s name,” she retorts.

“And go by Weissman?”

“Yes. Scheherazade Rhoda Weissman.”

“I like it. But there’s a certain poetic nature about telling scathing jokes about the ex-husband whose name you kept for your own.”

“Fine, I suppose I’ll keep it,” she sighs with a smile. “Now about that payphone - where are you?”

“Actually, I’m not far,” he says, and more change is dropped into the phone.

“You’re in New York?” She asks, hoping he doesn’t hear the way her breath catches.

“I am,” he confirms.

“The Village?”

“Closer.”

“Mid-town?”

“Getting warmer,” he replies.

“Do I just have to name neighborhoods until you tell me where you are?” She asks with a laugh.

“I suppose I could put you out of your misery by just telling you I’m standing outside of your building, but where’s the fun in that?”

She raises her brows in surprise. “You’re...really not far,” she breathes, and her feet itch to carry her to the window to catch a glimpse of him. But she stays put. “What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” The way he drawls, she knows he’s got a finger covering smirking lips.

“Not entirely, no.”

He sighs. “I miss you. I heard you’re heading out of town, and I...wanted to catch you before you left.”

“You miss me,” she repeats quietly.

“Painfully so,” he answers, the honesty in his voice making her heart flutter.

She worries her lower lip between her teeth. “This could be a bad idea, Lenny.”

“If I recall correctly, your apartment is not blue. I think we’re safe.”

“Oh, so we can only have sex in blue rooms?” She asks.

“We’re a superstitious bunch, us entertainers. What if a pink room or green room or white room brings out the worst in us?” He jokes.

She takes a deep breath. “I’m willing to take that chance, Lenny,” she whispers.

She hears him exhale. “Then I am, too,” he says.

He knocks on her door a few minutes later, enough time having passed to have her heart thudding in anticipation, and he crosses the threshold, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply.

She was afraid she’d burned this bridge, that she’d lost him that night on the stage of Carnegie Hall, and as her arms wrap tightly around his neck, pulling him closer, she realizes she had no reason to be afraid.

“Lenny?” She breathes when they part for air.

“Yeah?” He asks, equally breathless as he holds her.

“What is this? Is it...is it just sex, or is it...more?”

He grins and lifts his hand to brush her fringe from her eyes. “It’s everything,” he answers.

She smiles and captures his lips again.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #mltswift

[raineandsky]

Frienemies

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

It's a miracle, quite frankly, that either of them turn up at their weekly haunt. Maxi is already there, as always, but the table in front of them is bare. The hands that would usually be sneaking a sip of Jace’s drink are folded in their lap, fidgeting nervously.

They stand quickly as Jace appears in the doorway, though their usual greeting is lacking. They look more like they’re preparing to bolt than give a warm welcome. Jace sits down without a word, and after a moment of deliberation Maxi does the same.

“I don’t think keeping our work and social lives apart is working,” Jace opens after a bout of tense silence.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Maxi points their eyes down to their hands, still fiddling. “My views on you have changed a little after you tried to murder me.”

“Tried to–” Jace scoffs disbelievingly. “You used information I gave you in confidence as a civilian for your antics as a villain. Don’t blame me for crossing lives.”

“I was doing you a favour,” Maxi spits coldly. “He was a dick. You can do without him.”

“That’s not your call to make.”

“It is when my life’s work is getting rid of him.”

“The agency was right. You’ve lost your mind.”

“Murder was never not on the table, you know.”

“You killed him because of me.”

“Exactly.” Maxi stands again, their worried expression long gone. “I don’t think you can see that.”

-

The villain has been on the news recently—they’ve targeted another superhero, the one meant to be replacing the last as the hero’s superior. They only got halfway through their attempt at murder though, leaving the poor guy covered in blood and barely conscious as an unnecessary number of heroes apprehended them.

They’ve been tossed into the agency’s specialised prison, called one of the worst villains infesting the city. The hero supposes they’d probably be proud of the title. They wouldn’t know, and by now they don’t particularly care.

Unfortunately, they don’t get the opportunity to not care as another superhero—their new superior since the first one was brutally murdered, and the second beaten to a pulp by no one in particular—passes them a thin file, waiting patiently as they flip it open and stare at the contents in disgust. 

“They’re your villain,” she points out when they go to refute. “You need to talk to them.”

The hero knows it’s part of the job, but they couldn’t want to do anything less right now. “Can’t someone else do it?”

She gives them a look, silent but expectant, and they slap the file closed with a sigh.

-

“Fancy seeing you here,” the villain opens with almost believable nonchalance as the hero steps into the interrogation room. It’s so plain in here—white walls and white floor and grey chairs and greyer table. The villain is somehow the brightest thing in here, and they’re wearing the black uniform of the prison.

The hero slumps into the seat opposite them. “What’s your deal?”

“Mad you can’t kill me anymore, huh?”

“I’m mad because you keep killing people.”

“Person. I didn’t kill this one.” The villain shoots them a grin, which they return with a grimace. “Shame, really. Another one who deserved it. Did you know this one?”

“None of your business.” The hero flips the file open on the table with a scowl, glancing down at the contents idly. “I’m meant to be finding out why you keep killing people.”

“Again, just the one person. Second one only got to be an attempt, regretfully.” If their hands weren’t cuffed impossibly tight to the table in front of them, they’d probably be leaning back in their chair right now. “Wanna know why I did it?”

“I just said that’s why I’m here. Are you deaf?” the hero asks as if the question is inane. 

The villain smirks in a way that can only suggest horrible impending news. “I did it for you,” they say, their voice hushed like they’re confessing a crush at a sleepover. “You can do better than these fuckers and you know it. They’re using you and you fucking know it, Jace.”

The hero’s face scrunches up in revulsion. “Don’t call me that. You don’t know me.”

The villain laughs bitterly, the sound devoid of soul. “Oh, I don’t know you? Have you not told the agency about our little outings? I know you better than any of the idiots here. You like caramel lattes, and you pet every dog you see, and you watch the reruns of that shitty 80’s show every time it’s on the TV, and when you’re trying to think of the right way to reply to something you scrunch your face up ever-so-slightly.”

“Shut up.” The hero doesn’t want to know how they know all this. “You having a creepy amount of information on me doesn’t mean anything.”

“Does it not? I don’t think the agency would believe that.” 

The hero gets to their feet a little too fast, trying to form a coherent response over the immediate want to leap over the table to deck their nemesis. The villain smiles slightly as they watch them. “You’re making the face again,” they comment lightly.

The hero doesn't think they can stand being in here any longer. “I hope you rot in a nameless grave with no one to visit you.”

“I’m sure I will,” is all the villain says, their voice breezy with confidence, “and if you stick with the agency, I’m sure you will too. See you down there, partner.”

They don’t even know what to say to that. They just scoff in theatrical distaste before letting themself out, the facade fading the moment they’re out of sight.

The superhero is already standing outside, looking even more sombre than her usual grim neutrality. “I think you know what I’m going to say,” she says tightly.

The hero nods shortly. “Lead the way.”

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[srjlvr]

YOURS, CLASS PREZ !! // new me my ass

Blasting your favorite song through your earphones, you slowly walked towards your locker to put your things and got ready for lunch. You checked yourself in your mirror that hang on your locker and smiled when you felt ready.

That was until you felt someone jumping on you while putting their hand on your shoulder. You shoot your glance to the person and saw yang jungwon. “So, you ready?” He asked with an evil smile.

“Not even a bit you fucker, i hate the first step of this plan” You rolled your eyes. “Do you want to just skip to the last step?” He smirked. You kicked his leg and glared, “Not even in a million years! I’m gonna confess to him before the last step!”

“Confession? Last step? What are you talking about?” You heard a third voice behind you as you froze. You turned around to see the one and the only, Nishimura Riki. You let out a long sigh and smiled, “Yn has a tiny crush on someone and she won’t tell me” Jungwon pout.

“It’s my own crush, why would i tell something like that to a rat like you?” You played along and punched his shoulder. Riki raised a brow and immediately run to hug you, “Ynie noona~ You’re gonna tell me who’s that though, right?” He made his puppy eyes and you immediately looked away, to Jungwon’s direction.

“Oh, I think i understand” He let out from the hug with a smirk and winked at you. You blankly stared at him and hit his head, “No you don’t, let’s just go to the cafeteria”

You three walked together into the cafeteria and immediately noticed your friends sitting and laughing together. You run and instantly occupied your seat next to Sunoo.

“Hey guys, I found these dumbasses on my way here” You smiled and pointed at Riki and Jungwon. Haru, Ningning and Hikaru looked deadly at jungwon and raised their eyebrows. “So, Yang Jungwon—OW” Hikaru was the first one to talk but got cut off when you kicked her leg under the table.

She glared at you but you just smiled and signaled her not to do anything stupid. “I bet you all know me but it’s better if i introduce myself again, as a new version of me now.” Jungwon smiled, “Hello, i’m Yang Jungwon, class 11-2’s president, it’s nice to meet you” He ended his short speech and you sarcastically clapped your hands.

“New me my ass” You grabbed some rice and rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m Nishimura Riki, call me a kid and i will not be afraid to send you to the closest hospital” He cutely smiled and began to eat.

Through the lunch you laughed, made jokes together and made sure everyone was having real fun. Jungwon reminded you the plan here and there and you made sure to shot a glare at him every time.

You decided it was finally time to try out and took a long sigh, “Ugh I’m lonely today, i have nothing to do” You scoffed loudly. You friend group looked at you and started laughing loudly, Jungwon joined them right after.

“Oh!! I know, let’s hang out together, all of us!!” Riki shouted out and suddenly the table became quiet. Jungwon knocked his head on the table and the rest of them except sunoo and riki facepalmed.

“S-sure” You nervously giggled. “Yes! Let’s hang out in some park near a river!! Watching the sunset there is alway pretty, and we can buy some ice cream too and then go to the arcade its gonna be so fun!!” He sounded overexcited and jumped in his seat.

“Sure, let’s do that” Sunoo smiled and helped Riki relax.

Your eye twitched, you weren’t angry but you tried to stop your overwhelming feelings. Your first step totally failed, next step is gonna have Jungwon included and you knew it’s not going to end well when Jungwon is involved.

NOTES: kinda random but…HAVE YOU HEARD FUTURE PERFECT?/!?:&/😭😭 its a masterpiece idc what yall say!!1!1!1 also i think riki is kinda stupid here but you havent heard me saying this🥹

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SYNOPSIS: In which the school’s top students, also known as the biggest class presidents of their own class and rivals, has to work on a huge project for their school and compete in a national competition……all together?!?

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[colethewolf]

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#5

you guys have to know that I go absolutely feral for this derek with this stiles.

Like, just imagine them bumping into each other like 10 years later at the local coffee shop or bagel place whatever. and at first they just stare at each other because neither of them know what they want to say

cut to a couple seconds later and they're pawing at each other and jumping each other's bones in the restroom because it's like every dirty thought or feeling they ever had about one another has decided to overflow right now in the moment

and then by the time it's over, the only thing either of them are thinking is "okay i'm literally not letting you go this time around"

please

1,066 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

#4

um hello?

like father like son?

it's there 1 thing derek hale's gonna do, it's gonna be him making sure he protects his own

1,116 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#3

Eli Hale Headcanons

(because I’m still in disbelief that Derek & Stiles literally have a child in canon now)

1. Eli is prone to a very special Derek-level of broody behavior as he especially likes to scowl.

2. Eli possesses a perfect mix of Derek’s snark & Stiles’ quick-thinking sarcasm.

3. Eli attends school at Beacon Hills High & maintains decent grades.

4. Unlike his parents, Eli doesn’t enjoy sports. He doesn’t play basketball or lacrosse. He likes music instead.

5. Speaking of music, Eli is the lead singer and guitarist of a scrappy little garage band that he put together with his 2 best friends.

6. Eli’s band is called “BLUE IS PRETTY” which he named after the mantra his parents always say, due to there being a negative stigma towards people with blue werewolf eyes in the werewolf community.

7. Eli is a beta werewolf who is more likely to punch a bully in the face than sit down and talk things out, taking more after his human father.

8. One of Eli’s favorite activities is the weekly training exercises he does with Derek to help train his werewolf abilities.

9. Eli’s werewolf powers kicked in at age 5, which took both Derek & Stiles by surprise, because werewolves don’t typically get their powers until around age 9-10.

10. Surprise was an understatement. Eli’s powers kicked in during a normal trip to the grocery store wherein Eli took off running faster than a human child ever could, leading to an embarrassing display of Derek trying to chase after him and catch him.

11. Eli’s first word was “fucker” because Stiles has a mild case of road rage. This led to an awkward explanation later that night when Stiles had to explain to his husband why their son kept calling everything a “fucker”.

12. Eli wears Derek’s old leather jacket, which is pretty loose on him, but it was originally Derek’s father’s. It’s special. And Eli knows it makes him look cool.

13. Eli drives Stiles’ jeep, which yes, still works! It’s held together by magic now, as opposed to duct tape.

14. Eli is gay, but doesn’t have a boyfriend yet. Although he does have a crush on a cute hall monitor who always stops him for listening to music in the halls.

15. Eli purposely wears his headphones and loudly listens to music in the halls for this reason.

16. Eli isn’t close to Derek’s uncle, Peter, as Derek & Stiles have opted to not establish that relationship due to Peter being a seriously bad influence.

17. Eli has an after-school job with his friends as ushers at the local movie theater.

18. There’s a show on Netflix about teenage werewolves that’s really bad & moderately offensive to werewolf culture, but Eli & Derek like to binge watch new seasons together to mock how much the show gets wrong about being a werewolf.

19. Eli’s bedroom is painted black with lots of various posters from his favorite bands plastered onto the walls. He keeps his room at just the right amount of messy & likes to burn candles that aren’t strong enough to burn his werewolf nose right off his face.

20. Eli’s wolf form is devoid of eyebrows, just like Derek’s & Eli likes it because he thinks it makes him look cooler than other werewolves.

What are your Eli-Stilinski Hale headcanons, ya’ll?

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1,626 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Tyler Hoechlin: There's something I want to say about Vince and the way that he plays the character (Eli Hale), can I kind of say who he reminds me of a little bit?

Jeff Davis: *shaking, shitting, & internally crying over the fact that Hoechlin is about to say that Vince playing Eli reminds him of Dylan O'Brien/Stiles Stilinski* : No.

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2015 June 18th - FIFA World Cup (JH POV)

Jooheon sighs, glancing over the things he needs to pack in order to make his trip this weekend to see his baby

He never realized how their time apart would hurt her

It really had taken YN calling to curse him out for him to realize

He had been too focused on his classes to even think that maybe Jiyeon was having a hard time without him

Didn’t realize how hard it was for him until she ran into his arms that first trip

It had been like a weight had been lifted off of him

The FIFA World Cup hadn’t really been something he was interested in, but he played along with it since that’s what Jiyeon and YN had put on

Has he talked to you a lot since then?

Almost every day

I don’t think he knows when to give up

Who?

The guy crushing on YN!!

He’s not crushing on me

Ji, please, he’s just taking pity on me since I don’t have friends

Why am I only hearing about this now?

Because it’s not important

BECAUSE SHE’S SHY!!

He’s been pulling her out every Sunday to hang out 

It’s not a big deal (eye roll)

Babe, you hang out with him every weekend?

He approached you first?

Pretty sure he’s interested

I TOLD YOU!

Now you have to believe me

Jooheon agrees!

You’re both insane

OMG DID KOREA JUST SCORE!?

Yeah they did

Quit changing the subject

She’s shy

Does my bestie have a crush as well?

How is that even possible? 

I wish he’d leave me alone

(muffled voice) Man, are you really leaving this weekend?

I’m gonna mute, girls, brb.

Jooheon turns to see Changkyun and he quickly pauses his video feed as well to stare at his best friend

Changkyun had changed a lot since they had moved away for college

It was like he had gone back to being the asshole that he was when he dated Sara

And Jooheon hated it

But Changkyun had been his only friend the first few weeks on campus

That was until he got into a fraternity or was considering going into one

The weekend he’d gone to see Jiyeon had ended that and he hadn’t looked back

But the friends he made had understood and supported him

Changkyun, he wasn’t even sure what was up with him lately

Are you really going?

I mean, yeah, this is Jiyeon we’re talking about

The love of my life

Why wouldn’t I go see her?

I wish I could go more often

The guys wanted you to be at the party this weekend

They’re gonna be so upset you’re not coming

Jiyeon is more important

Jooheon isn’t sure when he realizes that Jiyeon and YN can still be heard from the speakers of his laptop

Maybe around the time that Changkyun realizes who is in the call with him and Jiyeon

The look that he shoots at Jooheon’s laptop is scary

The way he stalks towards the desk where his laptop is sitting is scary

Is that her? YN?

Yeah, so?

Who is that fucker she’s talking about?

Some guy that wants to be her friend at college

What’s the big deal?

That’s when he hears it and he knows Changkyun hears it too

You’re not at some community college

You were in Seoul at SNU - so far away 

Jooheon leaves the call before Changkyun can turn his mic back on

What the fuck, Joo?

Did you know?!

If Jiyeon just found out, how the hell was I supposed to know? 

Get a grip, man

Jooheon watches Changkyun as he paces, creating a draft in his dorm room and scaring his dorm mate with how furious he looked in that moment

Hyungwon bows out, not wanting to be there if a fight breaks out

Why didn’t she tell me?

Kyun, be honest

When’s the last time you’ve reached out to her?

Jiyeon said you haven’t talked to her since graduation

(he screams, a cry at the end) I fucking miss her, Joo

I’m so scared she’s

Jooheon watches his best friend crumble

He pulls him into a hug by the back of his neck and pats his back

He hadn’t seen his best friend like this in a long time

Changkyun had been hiding himself away with booze and partying

When he cleaned himself up to do better by Jiyeon; Kyun had kept on

Avoiding you had been Changkyun’s way of coping

He couldn’t drive to see you since he thought you were across the country

Finding out that you were not even in the same country? 

Even he felt a loss with you being so far away

Why wouldn’t she tell me, Joo?

She told me she would be at a community college

I thought I would see her during Christmas when I went home

What am I supposed to do?

Why not try calling or texting her for once?

It might not be what you want

But it’s better than nothing, man

I’m sure she misses you too

(sniffles) I was going to ask her that night

The night of graduation, I was going to ask her to date me

Even though I knew we would be far apart

I didn’t want to leave without her knowing how I felt

But she didn’t come, Joo

And I flew out the next day

I know, man, I know

Jooheon sighs and tries to comfort his best friend, but it’s not an easy task

Changkyun must have been bottling everything up

This just happened to be the time it hit the hardest

Knowing that his plans and hopes resting on Winter break were no longer an option

Jooheon’s phone dings and he releases his best friend to check the message

YN said goodnight, baby

Is everything okay?

You left the call without saying anything

He looks at Changkyun and shakes his head; it’s best not to mention it

I just had to help my friend with something

I didn’t know when I would finish

Are you excited?

I’ll see you this weekend

You know it!

What did you want to do?

Just hangout or hang around town?

We can decide as we go

Whatever you want, I’m good with it

I love you

I love you too, baby

Don’t miss your study sesh, okay?

I’m going!

Jooheon places his phone on his desk and sits next to Changkyun on his bed

Are you okay?

(ck nods)

I know you’re going through it right now

But I promised Jiyeon I would be there this weekend

I’ll be back Sunday 

(another nod)

Why not skip that party this weekend?

You’re not in any state to get thrashed

And I won’t be here to bail you out

(looks at him) please?

Can we hang out Sunday when you get back?

You usually get back around mid-afternoon, right?

Yeah

Changkyun stands, he looks drained of life as he leaves the room

Jooheon stands to follow him and sighs

He would just have to leave Changkyun to put himself back together for now

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