#tiger smiles = everyone dies

[ykaarru]

miscellaneous tiger!

can you tell he’s my favorite?

#twisting tiger #shakes #cool joe #supa strikas #yka arts #tiger smiles = everyone dies

[bleubrri]

۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ new years kisses — jujutsu kaisen

ft toji / nanami / choso

contains: sfw / suggestive content / fluff / baby yuuji ^0^ / modern aus — minors dni !

☆•° . * FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji has had his tongue shoved down your throat for the past 10 minutes when you hear the telltale countdown of the clock from the rowdy party guests currently occupying your apartment.

the only real way to tell when toji’s drunk is his inevitable pawing and heavy gaze—his libido dialled to a hundred—so you’re almost unsurprised when he catches your wrist and pulls you into the bathroom for a break from the party. you insisted it was rude considering you were hosting, and he’d insisted on unwrapping his birthday gift, flashing you that lopsided smirk and snapping the elastic of your panties against your hip.

he’s got you pressed up against the door, skirt bunched at your waist and a strong thigh between your legs as his tongue sloppily laves over yours. the chanting of numbers has you pulling away, only for him to chase your lips with an unsatisfied grunt.

“we’re gonna miss the fireworks!” you whine, tugging the straps of your top up from where they’ve fallen (or been deliberately pulled) down your shoulders. “and our midnight kiss.” you pout, listening to the slightly distant chant of your friends.

“3, 2, 1–happy new year!”

toji rolls his eyes, rough fingers gripping your chin and forcing your gaze up to his. he wets his lips and gives you a quick peck, bringing his mouth to ghost over your own, “you’ll get more than a kiss, if that’s what ya want, sweetheart.”

☆•° . * NANAMI KENTO

it’s not often that kento let’s himself have a little fun, and so looking at him all rosy cheeks and easy smiles, it has you peeking over the rim of your glass with gooey heart eyes at his droopy gaze and mussed hair.

he’s got one hand diligently draped around your waist and the other serving refills of the cavertnet sauvignon responsible for his adorable wine-drunk state to your tipsy guests.

it’s a quiet gathering—close friends who are still absolutely young enough to celebrate new years, but can’t stand the idea of being in the city past 11pm. a low effort cheeseboard and kento’s special occasion wine seemed like the best way to sustain everyone until at least 1am.

you’re all so absorbed in tipsy laughter and bargains for the last slice of sourdough that you don’t realise that time has bled into january until you spot yuuji’s figure emerging from the hallway, clutching his ratty tiger plushie and sleepily rubbing at his eyes.

you set down your glass and reach to pick him up as he pads over.

“did i miss it?” he mumbles, perched on your lap with his head lolling onto his fathers shoulder. you glance at the clock, “no sweetheart, you’re right on time.” you assure, pressing a kiss to his forehead and watching him grin as his eyes fight to stay open.

“happy new year yuuji.” kento rumbles, his kiss lost in unruly strands of his sons hair. the toddler hums, seemingly on the verge of sleep, and you part from his chubby cheeks to lift your gaze to nanami. he stares back, heart swelling at the image of his son in your arms—he doesn’t think it’ll ever lose its novelty.

his tall frame leans over the sleeping bundle between you, his lips a whisper at the corner of your mouth. “happy new year, darling.” he breaths against you.

“h—”

yuuji fusses, wriggles around so that kento separates and curls further into your hold, burrowing into your warmth. you chuckle, and kento soars.

☆•° . * KAMO CHOSO

it’s five minutes until midnight and choso is fucking panicking. the tequila shots in his system have stopped acting as liquid courage and leave him in a frazzled hunt around the cramped apartment, dodging countless swaying bodies.

he almost gets a pitcher of lemonade dumped on him as he turns the kitchen corner, almost slips on the spilled beer in the hallway that someone should really fucking clean up, almost dies of embarrassment when he opens the master bedroom to find two people in a very compromising position. all in an effort to find you.

he’d stuck by your side all night to make sure that he’d get his moment. well, that and there’s no one else he’d rather spend the night with. there’s no one but you.

god, he wants to kiss you. if he finds you in the next 2 seconds then he swears he’ll do it, countdown be damned.

he shakes his mind from drifting to the image of your face inches from his, the allure of your lips, the home he’d make for himself under your tongue—

he’s made two laps of the apartment when he dips from the kitchen again, at the exact moment that you re-enter the apartment at the other end of the hall. a breathless sort of sigh escapes him and his shoulders slump in relief.

“hey! sorry i was just—” you’re shuffling off your coat and dropping it back onto the pile behind the door when the sudden screams and whoops of celebration signal that it’s midnight.

choso steels himself, long legs closing the distance between you in a few strides. large hands are tilting your head and his lips are on yours, kissing you.

choso’s kissing you.

it surprises you so much that you freeze and choso has the horrifying feeling that he’s ruined five years of friendship.

but then you’re kissing him back, firm and eager and fucking breathtaking. the fireworks painting the sky can’t compare to the sparks flying in his chest, shooting through his veins and bursting against his ribs.

#this has been rotting in my drafts for months🧑🏾‍🦯 #note to self proofread l8tr😵‍💫 #toji x reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x black reader #toji fluff #nanami fluff #choso fluff #jjk fluff #jjk smut #toji smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x you #nanami kento x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #kamo choso x reader

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters in the Hunger Games

As requested by @sweetteaanddragons :)

I haven't read or watched Hunger Games, but I've picked up enough through cultural osmosis...I hope. They're kids in an arena fighting to the death, right? And it's a media circus? And there are 12 districts? And they're poor? I think I got it! Anyway, let's stick Cosmere characters in that arena and see how they do!

By the way, for the most part I'm imagining these characters in their own separate hunger games, not all together, just because I didn't want to imagine all of my blorbos killing each other.

1. Kaladin

After a kid who looks just like Tien literally dies in Kaladin's arms (note: all of the kids look exactly like Tien so far as Kaladin is concerned), Kaladin realizes that the Hunger Games are about kids dying, not about kids surviving. He decides that he has to save everyone, and quickly builds a coalition with the other tributes. They all die anyway and Kaladin wins.

He's not happy about it.

2. Shallan

Sadly, Shallan dies while trying unsuccessfully to convince a stick to become fire. Technically, I think this means the stick wins, but they give the award to some kid instead, for some reason.

3. Adolin

Adolin was doing really well until FOUR other tributes all decided to gang up on him. Even then, he fought like an uncaged tiger and very nearly survived. Nearly. (Hey, uh, most characters die in Hunger Games, right?)

4. Vin

Vin slices through the competition like a vengeful god. Emphasis on vengeful. And god. She barely even lets herself get distracted by the weird love triangle between that guy who wants to make the world better and the one who wants to burn it all down. She's too busy, like, killing everyone.

5. Zane

Zane thinks it's pretty swell to be in this killing arena killing people. What isn't swell is that Vin isn't into him, even AFTER their romantic killing spree. What gives? Anyway. Vin kills him.

6. Elend

Elend has a lot of thoughts about the sociological implications of the games. He does not have a lot of thoughts about how to sharpen a stick into a crude spear and ram it through someone's chest. (Is that what happens in the Hunger Games?) Regardless, I don't think he makes it long... Sorry, Elend.

7. Spook

Spook is a wraith. No one ever sees him coming. Or sees him at all. He keeps receiving supplies and weapons from a mysterious benefactor. At one point he starts wearing a handkerchief over his eyes and killing people by sound alone. I don't really see him winning, tbh (sorry Spook), but he is definitely a crowd favorite who makes it super far.

8. Szeth

"To kill innocent children for the amusement of distant viewers blackens my soul with a stain that shall never be removed. Oh, how I hate this. Oh, how I hate this senseless, senseless killing," Szeth thinks to himself as he constructs an unnecessarily elaborate death trap that kills his opponents horribly. "No one suffers like me," Szeth thinks, over all of the screaming.

9. Renarin

Hey remember when Renarin killed a Thunderclast mostly off-screen? Plus he has future sight. If they've got their powers in this game, then Radiant Renarin is probably taking it all. If not, well...let's not go there.

10. Vivenna

After her sister is sent as a tribute in Vivenna's place, Vivenna enters the Hunger Games anyway, determined to somehow put a stop to them. For example, she takes all the food she can find and hides it in one place so that it will be safe for everyone. She figures out how to predict supply drops to ensure that she always gets to them first. While convinced that she is the Hunger Games Breaker, she is actually the season's most notorious villain and eventually everyone bands together to kill her. Sorry, Vivenna.

11. Kelsier

Kelsier wins the hearts of viewers everywhere, mostly due to his determination to keep smiling no matter what horrors he must survive. He's, like, really good at killing people also. The Survivor, people call him. But when he is shockingly cut down and killed, his death galvanizes a rebellion against, uh, President Snow? Is that the big bad? Anyway. There's a religion about him now.

12. Ann

Oh, Ann. So excited to shoot guns. (Do they have guns?) So excited to shoot bows and arrows maybe. But she can't shoot worth a damn. She has a splendid time and hits no one. And, well, she does not win.

13. Cord

Frankly, Cord wants to win and bring glory and money (?) back home to her people, who desperately need it. I'm assuming the districts get stuff if their person wins. Cord is in it to win it. And she's awfully good with that bow and arrow...

14. Lift

Man, I don't want Lift to be in the Hunger Games! Lift thinks killing is lazy and boring! Sure, she'd be great at hiding in trees and getting food, but I definitely do not see Lift actually being able to kill anyone. Is that allowed? Will she be disqualified?

15. Tress

Tress looks at the Death Arena Whose Purpose Is Death and says, "But is anyone gonna Make Friends about it" and doesn't wait for an answer. Somehow, by the end, basically everyone IS friends. Except for that one person who really did want to kill. But she and Tress went off together and only Tress returned. So.

Basically, Tress's influence ruins the Hunger Games that year. Nobody wants the Friendship Games.

#Cosmere #Cosmerelists #Kaladin #Adolin #Shallan #Vin #Elend #Spook #Zane #Lift #Tress #Vivenna #Kelsier #Szeth #Ann #Renarin #Cord

[kisses-for-you]

Preference: They accidentally hurt you

Titans Characters X Fem!Reader

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Gar Logan, Conner Kent, Kory Anders, Donna Troy & Hank Hall.

Dick Grayson:

You and Dick had gotten into an argument and it was getting heated. He was risking the team's life by making stupid and reckless decisions, or at least that's what they were in your opinion.

Without thinking, you yell, "You don't have to risk everyone's lives just because Jason died and you think it's your fault!"

SLAP!

Dick's hand makes contact with your face as he slaps you in a fit of rage. The room seems to freeze as Dick's eyes widen with horror at the realisation of what he's just done. Your hand instinctively reaches to your cheek, the hurt in your eyes making your boyfriend feel even more guilty.

Dick immediately recoils, his expression shifting from anger to deep regret. "Fuck. Y/N, I... I didn't mean to," he stammers, his voice filled with remorse. He takes a step back, grappling with the weight of his actions. His eyes search yours, pleading for forgiveness, but the pain in your gaze is palpable.

Dick takes a hesitant step forward. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry," he murmurs, regret etched across his face. He reaches out to cup your cheek, however, fear grips you, and you instinctively shrink back, avoiding his touch.

"I need some space," you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and sadness. He nods solemnly, understanding he fucked up badly.

-

Jason Todd:

You and Jason were training and since you were still fairly new to the team, you thought it'd be nice to train with Jason as you're the closest with him.

You're meant to block his hits but as the bo staff heads your way, you hesitate for some reason and react too late, resulting in Jason accidentally hurting you as the staff strikes you. It's just a small mistake and it doesn't hurt too badly but he immediately rushes to your side.

"Shit. Babe, are you okay?" His concerned expression mirrors his regret. You give him a small, reassuring smile, saying, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's probably just a small bruise anyway. Let's just get back to training."

He shakes his head, still looking guilty even though it wasn't his fault. "No, let's just finish here. You shouldn't keep training if you're hurt. We can always train tomorrow," Jason insists, genuine concern in his eyes. You know there's no point in arguing with him, so you just sigh and nod.

-

Gar Logan:

You and Gar were alone in the Titans Tower, where Gar was struggling to stay in his human form. He was incredibly upset (you didn't know why) and his intense emotions were causing him to shapeshift into an animal, which he was trying to prevent.

"Y/N.. You need to.. go," he whispers, his voice strained as he tries to fight against the transformation. Concern etched across your face, you refuse to leave his side. You assure him, "Gar, I'm not leaving you alone like this."

You try to reach out to touch his trembling hand, but before you can make contact, Gar involuntarily shifts into a green tiger. In his tiger form, Gar loses control and accidentally swipes at you with his claws. The scratch isn't too deep, but it's enough to draw blood and sting, causing you to step back in shock. Gar, now more distressed, manages to regain control, turning back into his human form as he apologizes frantically.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I- I lost control. I didn't mean to hurt you," he stammered, rushing to your side, panic etched across his face.

You assess the scratch on your arm, trying to downplay the pain, not wanting to make him feel worse. "Gar, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. Besides, it doesn't even hurt that bad."

Gar, tormented by guilt, searches for a first aid kit in the Tower. As he tends to your wound, you insist that it wasn't his fault, attempting to calm him in his distressed state. While Gar is patching up your wound, you notice a mixture of guilt and fear in his eyes. You gently take his hand and reassure him, "Gar, accidents happen. Don't blame yourself." Despite your comforting words, Gar remains visibly distraught, haunted by the fear of potentially causing you harm again.

-

Conner Kent:

Conner had just returned from a mission with the Titans. He looked exhausted but relieved as he walked through the door. You greeted him with a warm smile, knowing how tiring his superhero responsibilities could be.

As Conner hugged you, his thoughts wandered to what happened during the mission. He started to get lost in his thoughts, and his strength momentarily slipped out of his control. He squeezed you too tightly, causing you to wince as the force of the hug became too much. You were left in a little pain, and probably with a bruise. Conner looked concerned as you pulled away, realising what he had just done.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I don't know what happened. I started thinking about the mission and then I just..." Conner rambled, trying to explain and apologize to you. But you interrupted him and said, "Conner, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to. Don't worry about it." No matter how much you try to reassure Conner, however, he still feels guilty and blames himself for hurting you, even if it was accidental.

For the next couple of weeks, he's extra careful around you and way more gentle. He also tries to find ways to make it up to you; he doesn't need to though because you know he didn't mean to do what he did.

-

Hank Hall:

You and Hank had been watching a football match on TV together, enjoying the rare day off. As Hank headed to the kitchen to grab you both a drink and some snacks, an idea sparked in your mind. You decided you were going to scare him; it was a fairly innocent idea.

Within a couple of seconds, you start to tiptoe after him, planning to playfully surprise him. You just wanted to see his reaction so you could make fun of him if he screamed like a girl (you never know, he might). As you reach the kitchen door, you take a deep breath, preparing to unleash your surprise.

However, as you sneak up behind him and scream, Hank's reflexes kick in. In an instant, he spins around, his combat instincts taking over. Before either of you can even realise what's happening, his hand shoots out and strikes you right in the face. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel the sudden impact.

Time seems to freeze for a moment as you both register what just happened. Hank's eyes widen in shock and horror as he sees you wince from the unintentional blow. Concern fills Hank's eyes as he drops whatever he is holding in his hands, rushing to your side. "Oh fuck, babe, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he blurts out, panic evident in his voice.

You hold your nose, pretty sure you have a nosebleed. "I'm... okay." As the initial shock wears off, you can't help but let out a nervous laugh. "At least now we know that your instincts are top-notch," you quip, trying to lighten the mood despite the pain you're feeling. You move your hand away from your face, revealing a trickle of blood from your nose. Hank winces, guilt written all over his face.

He quickly grabs a tissue from the nearby counter, handing it to you with a mix of concern and remorse in his eyes. "I didn't mean to... I just thought..." Hank stammers, struggling to find the right words to express his regret. You take the tissue and give him a reassuring smile, realizing it was just an unfortunate accident.

"It's okay, Hank. It was my idea to scare you like that so if anything, it's my fault," you say, dabbing at your nose. Despite the pain, you can't help but appreciate the genuine worry in his eyes.

-

Kory Anders:

You and the Titans were preparing for another battle against an intimidating villain who was threatening the city of San Francisco. You were standing by Kory's side, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever before. The villain, known as Mother Mayhem, was ready to unleash chaos upon the city. Kory's eyes were glowing with determination as she walked towards the impending threat. You followed closely, aware of the danger that awaited you.

As the confrontation continues, Mother Mayhem launches a devastating attack that catches both you and Kory off guard. In a moment of panic, Kory's powers surge uncontrollably, and a burst of energy erupts from her, unintentionally striking you. The impact sends you flying to the ground and pain radiates through your body.

Kory's eyes widen in horror as she realises what just happened. She rushes to your side, leaving the rest of the Titans to deal with the threat. Her concern is evident in every step. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammered, kneeling beside you. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Despite the pain, you manage a weak smile, reaching out to reassure her. "It's okay, Kory. Accidents happen. Besides, we have a more important matter at hand," you say, referring to the villain you're currently fighting.

"I promise, I'll control my powers better next time," she vows, gently cradling you in her arms. She then stops to think, unsure of whether you should get back to the fight in your condition. "Are you sure you want to fight? I don't think that's the best idea for you right now, Y/N."

You nod, determination flickering in your eyes despite the pain. "I'll be fine, Kory. Just a little shaken, but I can still help. We need to stop her before things get worse." Reluctantly, Kory lets you go, her worry etched across her face. She stands up, taking a moment to make sure you're stable before rejoining the battle. 

-

Donna Troy:

You and Donna were strolling through through the dimly lit alleyways of the city. As you turned a corner, a group of menacing thugs emerged from the shadows, surrounding you both. Donna's grip on your hand tightened instinctively as she stepped forward, ready to defend you from the impending threat.

Donna's eyes narrow, her instincts kicking in. She swiftly reaches for her lasso, the golden glow illuminating the dark alley. But you find yourself in the line of fire without even noticing. A sudden movement from one of the thugs causes you to stumble, and in an attempt to protect you, Donna swings her lasso with lightning speed. However, the unexpected jolt of the situation results in her accidentally striking you instead of the intended target.

Time seems to slow as the golden rope wraps around you, the energy coursing through your body. A surge of pain shoots through your veins, and you gasp as the unexpected impact takes you by surprise. Donna's eyes widen in horror as she realises her mistake, immediately releasing the lasso. The thugs seem to take this as a chance to run and escape. Stunned and in pain, you stagger backwards, clutching the area where the lasso struck you. Donna rushes to your side, her concern evident in her eyes. "Fuck. Y/N, I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her voice filled with regret.

As Donna checks on you, you assure her that you're okay, though the pain still lingers. The two of you decide to go back to her apartment to assess the situation and tend to your injuries. Donna's guilt is palpable, but you understand it was an accident in the heat of the moment. Together, you make your way back, Donna keeping a protective arm around you.

-

#dick grayson #jason todd #gar logan #conner kent #hank hall #kory anders #donna troy #dc titans #preference #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #gar logan x reader #conner kent x reader #hank hall x reader #kory anders x reader #donna troy x reader #nightwing #red hood #robin #beast boy #superboy #hawk #starfire #wonder girl

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Yakuza x Cinderella AU Part 1 (Sukuna x Reader)

A/N: I listened to Sukuna’s Russian voice dub while writing this. Gave me some cool gangster vibes.

Everyone would have understood if you shed the “Itadori” name after old man Wasuke passed away, and no one would have blamed you if you walked away from being Yuuji Itadori’s legal guardian. After all, you just started college, you didn’t need to be “burdened,” especially by a kid you weren’t even related to.

But there was no way you could leave eleven-year-old Yuuji alone. You grew up changing his diapers, taught him how to ride a bike, cleaned up his boo-boos, and threatened his bullies. 

He was your family.

Prioritizing your baby brother and his future above your own, you decided to bartender at a fancy but sleazy bar. Although the majority of patrons were assholes and the place was too far from your house and the university, the pay was better than most other part-time jobs so you sucked it up.

Between your job, mandatory onsite classes, group assignments with lazy jerks, and taking care of Yuuji and the house, you could never afford to sleep for more than three hours a day. 

But Yuuji was, of course, an angel. 

He didn’t like to show it, but you knew he missed gramps, and you often caught him biting his lip to suppress his whimpers and wiping his eyes with his back turned to you. He did his best to appear strong, but you wished he’d rely on you more. But the little tiger never stopped doing his chores and liked offering to do yours.

“I can’t get a part-time job yet so all I can do is take care of the house and everything else!” When he said that, you swore an arrow pierced your heart and you almost died from fluffiness. 

Seeing Yuji’s bright smile was the only thing that kept you going, especially after a long day at the bar.

That’s where you met Ryomen Sukuna. He was the single most irritating bastard you’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting. It wasn’t like he was a sleazebag per se–he was actually more of a silent, brooding type compared to the handsy, foul-mouthed drunkards you usually dealt with. At least, that was your first expression of him.

It was nine pm and your five minute break was almost over so you sent Yuji a good night text and a reminder to lock the doors and windows. You brushed your hair and went to your post behind the bar. 

This place was in the inner city, far from most schools, so it was rare to find college students here, but it was a Friday and the end of finals week so the place was jam-packed with depressed people. You didn’t mind. Actually, you preferred having a bar full of university kids over a bar full of working adults. You liked college students. They were… nicer, more polite and patient compared to their older counterparts, who were usually middle-aged career men and women whose dreams have been shattered by the real world. Your regulars were broken and pathetic, and they often liked making their problem yours. You’d “listen” to their ramblings, nod and pretend to care, when in reality their words just went in one ear and left straight out the other.

You didn’t like talking or socializing. You left that part up to the waitstaff and prepared the drinks as quietly as possible in order to avoid trouble.  

It was nearing one am, almost time for you to go home. You finished wiping the last piece of glassware when the store bell rang. You didn’t bother to even pretend to be polite this time and continued cleaning up, waiting for one of the waiters to tell the guest that the bar was already closed. But that didn’t happen. 

“The VIP room is a little unclean right now, so if you’re willing to wait–”

“What do you mean unclean? You should always keep it ready,” a cold, androgynous voice reprimanded.

You were annoyed. And a bit confused. You’ve been here for several weeks now and you just found out about this so-called VIP room. And up until now, the personnel here always shooed away all customers during closing. 

“It’s fine, Uraume,” a deep, husky voice interrupted. “I’m fine waiting here. Just get me my drink.”

You raised your eyes and saw a tall man in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, bringing attention to his… big veiny hands and sinewy arms, lined with black tattoos. 

“O-of course!” Your boss clasped her hands together. “Please excuse me, I’ll get the sake ready in a bit.”

As if sensing your gaze, your tall, red-haired stranger turned his head, revealing a face also full of tattoos. You blushed but composed yourself and bowed in greeting. You refused to make eye contact again though, too embarrassed that you were caught ogling. He was more gorgeous than most idols and sports players that showed up on TV.

“On second thought, I think I’ll sit at the bar.”

Ah, crap. 

“Oh, um…!” Your boss fumbled towards you, putting a hand over your shoulder. “Th-this is Y/N. She’s new. Really new, I don’t think you’ve met yet.” It felt odd watching your usually calm and charming boss act like this. She was the one who dealt with perverts and other difficult clients, all without getting too emotional or stuttering, but she seemed almost afraid of this man. “Y/N, this is Mr. Ryomen Sukuna, he owns this bar.”

That name certainly felt familiar, but you sucked at names, and as for his face… you glanced up at his smirking face. Yeah, there was no way you’d forget a guy like him. Even if you just saw him walking down the street for a split second you would remember him for sure. 

Your boss squeezed you and you quickly bowed your head again. “Um, hello, thank you for the opportunity.”

“You seemed irritated when my companion and I walked in.” 

“No, you must be mistaken.”

“Really? You couldn’t even be bothered to greet us. Bartenders are supposed to be friendly.”

You just tilted your head, contemplating on what to say next when your phone started ringing from the counter. Mr. Sukuna swiped it before you could blink. 

“Hey!” Your sudden burst of energy shocked you and your boss. You slapped a hand over your mouth. “Er. I mean… I apologize.” 

“Shouldn’t phones be on vibrate during work hours?”

“It was on vibrate. We’re supposed to be closed now.” Welp. You were already as good as fired so you didn’t try to cover up your weariness. Yuji sometimes woke up randomly in the middle of the night. He was probably wondering where you were. You held out your hand. “Can I please have it back now? Sir?”

Like you just told the world’s funniest joke, he threw his head back, laughing heartily. 

Despite your boss almost fainting on the spot thanks to your little stunt, you didn’t get fired. Sukuna seemed absolutely smitten with you–that is, as much as an owner can be smitten by a pet hamster. 

It was the beginning of an irritating, one-sided relationship. 

Ever since that day, Sukuna began frequenting the bar more often. Sometimes three times a week, other times almost daily. Rather than stay at the VIP room, he’d hang out by the bar and find many ways to piss you off, like hitting on you, annoying you until you talked about either Yuji or your classes, and asking you to make some complicated cocktail he heard from a business partner, only to then insult it (he’d always finish the thing though). At the very least, he didn’t try touching you inappropriately. And plus, his childish fascination with you meant he demanded you hang out with him immediately after you finished preparing someone else’s drink, so you didn’t have to listen to other people whine about their lives and you didn’t have to make up excuses with the more gropey customers.

To be continued…

#jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryoumen #y/n #sukuna ryomen #reader #yakuza #gangster #mafia #yakuza au #cinderella au #minor age gap i guess? #rich guy poor girl/guy #yuji is baby

[dr0p-dead-gorgeous]

Josh Futturman x fem!reader

Warnings: sub!josh,smut , p in v, Premature ejaculation,overstimulation, fem pronouns and anatomy used, use of y/n , not really proofread

You run into a cute,dorky guy at work,

As i wonder about my day, i accidentally bump into a sort of dorky guy. As we both stop and turn to apologize to each other, I notice his name tag reading ‘Futturman, Janitor.’ “I am *so sorry*” the Janitor says before apologizing profusely.”I'm sorry, it's fine really Mr.. Uhh.. Futturman. “Call me Josh, everyone else does” the Janitor says as he blushes a bit. “...Josh, I'm y/n, a vet tech for the possums around here, seen you around a bit, Josh blushes a bit and chuckles“Well…uh…nice to *meet* you, y/n.” Josh says, unsure of what to say."Nice to meet you I gotta go " I say with a sweet smile, Josh smiles back nervously “Of course…uh, you have a nice day y/n.” Josh says before awkwardly attempting to continue on with his day.

(third person pov)

Over the next week’s they talked in passing becoming quick friends

[Cut to Josh taking a break from cleaning the cafeteria and having lunch with her]

You like Video games too! I love playing *Josh blushes a bit, and smiles enthusiastically* “Oh, yeah! You play Biotic Wars?”. “Yeah! I'm on level 50! Lately ive been playing a lot of resident evil though!" 'I love resident evil! M..maybe you could come over to hang out and watch me play sometimes!” Josh suggests nervously "Sounds good! " y/n says ,Josh smiles, clearly very nervous and excited for the first time in a long time having anyone over, especially a girl. His mind races from the surprise of the date and future plans.

‘Wow…someone like *y/n* actually wants to visit my *house*. What am I going to do?’ Josh thinks to himself.*

Josh and y/n later visit his home. Josh nervously opens his door, ushering her to come inside. She walks in, and takes in his space, clearly enjoying his gaming setup and decor.*I love your posters! I have the same one of Tiger by my bed*Josh blushes a bit once again* “Oh…that’s uh…well…” *He points at his gaming console* “Do you wanna see something really cool?” “yeah! “ Josh smiles nervously and turns on his game resident evil. He then proceeds to show Y/n his final boss victory and the end-game content. Y/n is enthralled by the gameplay, clearly impressed by his prowess. “Omg you beat it! I thought it was impossible i've died so many times! "Josh blushes and jumps up exited“Oh my god… I beat it” He seems pleased with himself for completing the game with Y/n present they hug and he spins her around celebrating.He puts her down her hands on his shoulders for a moment they look into each other's eyes. She leans over and whispers “Hey, you’re really cute and charming josh, you know that?” Josh blushes and looks very stunned for a moment; then his face lights up red like a tomato.*Josh blushes a crazy amount as Y/n continues* “If I were to…*maybe*...kiss you right now…would you…be okay with that~?” *Josh’s face is as red as the sun, but he responds* “Uh…Yeah..! I would be okay with that…really!” She slowly leans in and Josh leans in as well. They embrace in a slow and tender kiss. Josh’s cheeks light up red and he blushes. “I think I really like you josh.” Josh’s heart beats as fast as a humming bird’s. He holds Y/n’s face with a shaking hand and looks her right into the eyes. He stares deeply into her own, and gives her another soft kiss. His hands begin to quiver. “Y/n…” Josh stutters, clearly flustered. “Uhh…I think I really like you too…”*Josh leans in to kiss y/n again, this time more passionately, a smile spreading across his face. Their kiss grows more heated, and y/n pulls Josh closer into a tight embrace. She starts to rub his thighs leaning more into him*Josh’s body shivers from the feeling, never having been in this situation before. He starts to feel a little anxious, his breathing increasing slightly. His heart’s beating out of his chest and his face is almost red as an apple. y/n kisses Josh passionately and continues to move her hands over his body. As she does, she begins unbuttoning Josh’s shirt…*Is this ok Josh... Josh’s body is shaking profusely at this point. He nods nervously, unable to communicate with words. y/n pulls him in closer.*y/n pushes her hand onto Josh’s chest, pushing him onto his bed feeling his heart beating rapidly. She looks at Josh with a hungry smile, her mind set on going even further. He begins breathing even faster and slightly heavier.*y/n whispers seductively into Josh’s ear “It’s getting hot in here…” *She unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way, and proceeds to caress his bare chest with a soft kiss. Josh’s mind goes blank and his heart beats out of his chest, unable to form coherent thoughts.*y/n runs her hands over Josh’s chest again, this time moving to his waist and slowly removing his pants. She kisses him again, and whispers once more “Can…can I?”Josh gulps loudly, extremely nervous and unsure of what to do. He responds “Uhh…” Josh’s heart is beating at breakneck speed. All of his blood rushes to his face as his body shakes uncontrollably. He tries pulling himself away Y/n’s seductive voice grows more clear. “Is that a no?” She continues to inch her body closer, clearly still looking to escalate the situation. Josh’s mind goes blank as his heart races. He can’t say anything.

“I can't do anything more if I don't get a yes baby” *Josh’s mouth dries up and he nods frantically* “Y-Yes! Yes please..

”Good boy using your words hun. *Josh’s face lights up red at the fact that Y/n called him “Good boy” and “hun”. He starts to feel a little uncomfortable in his underwear by the level of intimacy, but clearly still aroused by her.* Y/n moves herself closer, taking off her shirt and and skirt left in her Lacey underwear siting on-top of Josh. She bites her lip as she continues.* “Is this okay…?*Josh gulps nervously. His eyes flutter for a moment as he nods, . All of his thoughts disappear and he lets his body take control.**Y/n pulls Josh closer as she grinds herself onto him through his boxers. He gasps slightly with an intense feeling of euphoria and intimacy. His brain goes fully blank and he can’t seem to form any coherent thoughts.**Y/n moves slowly in his lap, her touch being more and more seductive. She leans in to give him another passionate kiss, her lips slowly moving down to his neck as she begins to Seep through her panties. Josh let’s out a whine bucking into her,loving the sweet friction on his fully hard cock. He fumbles with her bra strap before getting it off groping her chest harshly as she let’s out little moans. She lifts up causing Josh to whine in protest, she take off her panties before doing the same for Josh. She lower herself down rubbing herself on Josh, he yelps out from the sudden sensation, shuttering from the pleasure cursing under his breath. She reaches down and takes him in her hand, giving him a few pumps before lining him up with her entrance and slowly sinking down on him.

With a couple thrusts He moans out loudly “ Fuck fuck fuck… y.. Your so t… tight i’m gonna..” He moans almost pornographicly and cums inside her immediately, mortified he begins to apologize “Fuck i’m so sorry! y… your just so pretty and.. and feel so good… this is my first time i-”she shut him up by kissing him and rolling her hips. Continuing to slowly roll her hips she says “ Fuck no it’s ok that was so hot keep moaning like that for me baby wanna fuck you till you cry ”she starts slowly bouncing on his still hard cock as he unraveled a whiney little mess. She fucked herself on his cock hitting the bundle of nerves each time “Thank you.. F.. Fuck …thank you please don't stop riding me like that your so perfect “ she bounced on him each trust dragging against her sensitive walls” fuuuck baby boy you feel so good are you close ““ so..so close please let me cum please, i’ll be a good boy I promise just please let me cum…ahh~”he moaned “Fuck since you moaned so pretty for me baby go ahead and cum baby c'mon” “Fuck, thank you, thank you uhH~” his cum flooded inside her while her walls clamped down around him reaching her climax.She kept going, riding out her orgasm, much to josh's surprise . 'F..fuck Y/n~ its so much!".She finally begins to slow down eventially coming to a complete stop, her hands of his chest as he panted under her.

"That was so good thank you" he said still recovering. She lifted off him with a hiss laying herself down on his chest, his hand immediately wrapping around her to cuddle"You did so well baby" she responded nuzzling her head into him. they sat in comfortable silence holding each other for a couple minutes

"Sooo..next time you want to watch me beat Biotic wars?"

#josh futturman x reader #future man x reader #josh hutcherson #josh futturman #josh hutcherson smut

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd except Atsushi is able to rescue himself and Kyouka from the ship. Both of them are heading back to the Agency.

When, thanks to the tigers hearing, Atsushi overhears what's being said before he reaches the office.

"Do we really need to save him?" Asks Ranpo, lounging back in his chair and getting a lollipop from somewhere.

"He got kidnapped because of the bounty on his head. In other words, it's his own problem right?"

Atsushi froze in place. Were they... Were they planning on leaving him behind? No, no that can't be right.

"We're not his personal body guards nor did he join us for protection." Continues Ranpo, shrugging his shoulders.

'Their not but... " But Atsushi recalls Dazai's words. That he wasn't alone anymore. He was part of the Agency. And that meant they'd look out for him.

Atsushi thinks about the train, how even when he was fighting Kyouka alone he hadn't been afraid.

All because Yosano was nearby. She'd taken him shopping and Atsushi knew she wouldn't let anything happen to him. Because that's what the Agency does, right?

Had that all been a lie?

"Atsushi is part of the Agency!" Yells Junichiro, eyes wide in shock. A glimmer of hope shines in Atsushi's eyes. Maybe he was just overthinking it.

But than Kunikida speaks and that hope dies. "Ranpo has a point, we have no reason to do anything."

No reason.

Kunikida had always been harsh but Atsushi could see the kindness in his words.

He'd warned Atsushi to stay away from Kyouka, not out of malice. But because he was worried about him.

He'd looked out for Atsushi from the start. Even if he complained at times, Atsushi could see the underlying warmth.

'... So why...?'

"Atsushi is a dangerous beast wanted the police. The Detective Agency will be implicated if this comes to light."

Atsushi remembered getting his foot nailed to the ground. He remembered Akutugawa severing his leg. And yet none of that hurt quite like this.

... How could he so stupid.

It all made sense now. The Agency looked out their own, that was true. But Atsushi was not one of them.

The Agency was full of kind, strong individuals who did everything to protect this city. Atsushi was only here so the Presidents ability would control his.

They were a family, they were trying to protect their family from harm. And here was Atsushi, ruining it all.

How could he be so stupid?

To think that he belonged here with them. Atsushi was nothing but a burden on them all, a debt that couldn't be repaid. A nuisance that they'd all have to deal with.

Kunikida was right, Atsushi was a dangerous beast. And he'd gotten to close to them and tricked them into thinking them he was human.

He'd even tricked himself.

Junichiro and Naomi were attacked by Akutugawa because of Atsushi.

Yosano and all those people on the train were attacked because of Atsushi. Kyouka almost died because of him.

Atsushi could've spared them all had he just left that day like he planned.

But he'd stuck around, tricked himself into thinking he deserved their kindness. When all he did was bring misfortune their way.

It was all Atsushi's fault. Just like everything always was. Whenever something went wrong at the Orphanage they'd blame Atsushi.

The Headmaster said it was because Atsushi was a beast of calamity. He told him he bought misfortune onto everyone around him.

He was right about him.

He always has been.

"Don't bother" says Atsushi, walking in through the doors. His head stays down even when he takes a seat at his desk.

He doesn't see the suprised and relieved smiles aimed his way. He'll take whatever punishment they give him without complaint.

And if they were too kind, Atsushi would take matters into his own hands. He wouldn't burden the Agency anymore.

They'd given him too much, been too kind and he'd taken it all for granted. The Headmaster would call him ungreatful, call him greedy.

He was right.

It was time Atsushi remembered his place. He might not be chained anymore but this place was his cage. They only kept him around to keep the rest of the city safe.

Junichiro tells him panicked and hurriedly that the Agency weren't going to just abandon him out there.

Atsushi thinks of a rubbish bag that let's in no air. He think of being thrown out with only the clothes on his back.

"You didn't abandon me." Says, Atsushi with a smile, relieved that Junichiro smiles back. It's blinding warmth and Atsushi looks away quickly like it'll burn him.

He doesn't deserve this.

Junichiro didn't deserve to feel guilt towards Atsushi. The Agency didn't abandon him, Atsushi would've had to belong for them to do that.

And Atsushi did not belong, he knew that now.

When the bounty dropped he'd do them all a favour and leave. Vanish into the night without a trace, they'd never have to worry about him again.

It was his worst fear but it was everything a beast like him deserved. If the Orphanage, the worst place on earth didn't want him why would anyone else?

(Agencies dialogue comes from Chapter 10 of the manga/episode 9 of the Anime)

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[redhairedwolfwitch]

Photograph of A World on Fire (4) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

Summary: The world might be on fire with a pandemic happening, and you and Andy face loss after loss, but the two of you stick together and become even closer through it all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:) (i gave myself that headache and followed canon slightly... ooof, warning, canon character death incoming)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you are important.

Andy found out her mother was alive, and then three weeks later, a pandemic set the world on fire.

Andy's mother left, and her father told her that her mother had died, rather than her mother had abandoned her due to mental illness.

Your brother and sister were determined to quarantine away from you, and with Andy in a bubble at the firehouse, you were isolated from everyone.

Andy had enlisted herself in distracting herself about her mother by going to an art store, masked up with a list of supplies for you so you could keep making your art from home. Andy didn't know you had gotten out of the car, sitting on the bonnet with your camera, photographing the empty streets.

You didn't know it was the start of one of two projects during the pandemic that would make your career flourish, as you sat in your black attire, watching the funeral of Pruitt Herrera, that due to the pandemic had to be done online. Watching as Andy spoke, you couldn't hide the love in your eyes for this woman. This woman of fire. Your fiamma.

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Your brother sat on your porch as you sat in the hallway, talking to each other through an open door.

"I found inspiration, for two big projects."

"Two big projects? Wow, that's amazing, angioletta. I hope I get to see them before Carina." Andrew smiled, the pride in his eyes obvious.

"Oh she'd be so mad!" You laughed, remembering the last time Andrew had seen your artwork before Carina did, and how jealous she got despite trying to hide it.

"How's your girlfriend?" Andrew threw you off, almost dropping your snack on the carpet in surprise at his question, but you took a moment before replying.

"She is at a family picnic for the first time in twenty years, and I didn't want to impose y'know. Plus, everyone is so determined to quarantine, I'm isolated from everyone and everything, but my art." You admitted, spotting the sad look on your big brother's face at your confession. You were feeling lonely.

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"It probably won't help if I tell them that I have a girlfriend too." Andy admitted to her cousin Michelle, whose eyes lit up at Andy's admittance.

"You do? Tell me everything!"

"She's an artist, with two older siblings, who are both doctors, but she is my saving grace in this, this cruel world." Andy confessed, getting her phone out to show her cousin a photo of you, and some photos of your art.

///

Your phone buzzed as Vic sent you a video, getting your brother's attention as you gasped.

"There, there was a tiger, in the firehouse... a tiger... that's not totally terrifying!" forwarding the video to your brother, who checked his phone.

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Fiamma: you don't have any vagina art, do you?

Cariño: that's more my sister's interior design style...

Cariño: good luck to Maya

///

"You know, on the nights we don't have dinner together. I eat canned green beans for dinner, out of the can." Andy confessed as she watched you stand over the hob, stirring your wooden spoon into something that smelt amazing.

"Fiamma, that's disgusting."

///

Andrew's text sent horror through your body as you read it. He and Carina were following a human trafficker. And nobody was answering their phone. Not Andrew, not Carina, not Andy, and not even Maya. Miranda and Ben weren't answering either, so you ran out of your house, tracking your big sister's phone as you got in your car.

Your brother was good, he was stable, taking his meds, getting sleep. Your sister had moved in with Maya, she was happy as she could be without missing Italy and stressing over your father.

Warren and Maya began to call you as Ben read your message, realising you were going after your big siblings.

///

"Announcement! Uh, Carina and her brother Andrew are... well... they're following one of the kidnappers, and uh, Y/n is going after her siblings apparently so..." Maya nervously explained, about to tell Andy off for hurriedly getting her phone but Warren shook his head.

"Probably going to call Y/n. They're, they're friends."

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"Carina, Andrew, there's something you should know. Y/n is on her way to you, I'm guessing nobody's kept your little sister in the loop."

"Angioletta? No, she could get hurt. How does she know where we are?" Carina began to panic, hearing what Maya said.

"She's probably tracking our phones." Andrew deadpanned, knowing it was too late to stop you.

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You knew they were at the Seattle Transit Station, running as you spotted Carina heading through the doors of the station. Speed-walking after your siblings, you barely made it onto the train before the doors shut, quickly making your way up the carriage until you landed in the seat next to Andrew, sandwiching him in the middle of you and Carina.

"What are you doing-"

"You both scared me. Plus nobody knows who I am so..." you trailed off, whispering in Italian to obscure your words to any non-Italian speakers.

The three of you watched as another passenger stood up and moved away from the three of you.

"My first time being profiled as an Italian."

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"Stay back, angioletta." Carina whispered, as your siblings stood up to follow the human trafficker off of the train.

"Go find Ben and the police, I'm not losing her again." Andrew instructed, leaving Carina to nod and get out her phone. That was Carina's mistake as she took her eyes off of you, who ran after her big brother like she did when she was a toddler.

But Carina lost sight of you both, stuck rallying the first responders. She didn't see what you saw. The man barge into your big brother, and stab him.

"NO! Help! Help! Call 911!" You screamed loud enough that Carina heard you, hurrying over to see you putting pressure on a stab wound. A stab wound in your big brother's chest.

"We're here, we're here!" you sobbed, as Warren got your brother on a gurney, Maya holding back Carina as you curled up on the floor, hands covered in your brother's blood.

Carina cleaned your hands as you sat numbly in the back of the aid car, Maya and Ben treating your brother, and Carina recalling songs from your childhoods to soothe your brother's pain.

///

Sitting in the Grey Sloan outdoor waiting room, you were numb as you saw the look in the approaching doctor's eyes.

Your brother was dead.

///

In grieving, Carina shut down, but you threw yourself into your art projects. Carina had Maya to keep an eye on her, but you...

Andy was there for you. Andy was there when you didn't sleep at night, staring at a blank canvas until you started to paint, she sat and watched you. You didn't want to talk, your big brother was your lifeline.

"Okay, I know your French toast is better, and so is Carina's, but it's the only thing I know how to make for breakfast." Andy explained, bringing a tray into your spare room aka your art room at this point.

"Looks delicious." You managed to smile, but Andy was taken off guard as you pulled her into a hug, burying your face in her neck and not letting go.

"I'm acting captain today... are you sure you'll be okay alone?" Andy asked, her fingernails running gently over your scalp as she cradled your head.

"I have food and water. I just want to paint my grief, because I don't know how else to express it. Talking doesn't work, talking makes me miss him, even if he's with our mama now." You replied, but Andy saw the look on your face when you spotted the red paint on the palette. She didn't see how it reminded you of your brother's blood on your hands as you sat in the aid car, numb and hoping it wasn't his time.

Your siblings may have called you angioletta, little angel, but your brother was the angel among you now.

Your mother called Andrew and Carina two halves of a whole, but you needed both of them. You were away from Carina for so long growing up, all you had was your brother.

Now he was gone, Carina was stuck with the paperwork, and you buried yourself in your art. Minus any red paint, which Andy had removed after seeing the far away look on your face at the sight of it.

///

Carina called you hours later, asking if you had spoken to your father at all. You hadn't, but somehow he had heard two days ago that your brother died, and he didn't call either of you.

Andy found you sitting on your porch on her return home, in the spot where your brother had once sat, with a portfolio she hadn't seen before in your hands.

"Andrew was supposed to be the first person to see my projects, but he's..." you trailed off, opening the first page to reveal the photographs you had taken of empty Seattle streets.

"I've never seen Seattle so empty."

"Exactly." You let out a wet chuckle, holding back your tears until Andy met your gaze with a faltering smile at your crying.

///

Maya Bishop: A Doctor Gabriella Aurora just turned up here

Y/n DeLuca: you'll be okay, it's been a long time since medical school, trust me.

Maya Bishop: Come over and help me?

Y/n DeLuca: i'm having dinner with my girlfriend tonight. i'm cooking too.

Maya Bishop: Girlfriend?

*left on read 4:21pm*

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"You know your sister has a girlfriend?" Maya enquired as she walked through the Grey Sloan car park with Carina, hand in hand.

"I assumed she had someone living with her. She had two mugs out when I surprised her one morning, and someone gave her a neck bruise."

"A hickey?" Maya raised an eyebrow, wondering how long you and whoever it was had been dating.

"Yes, a hickey. My sister is not a fan of double dates though." Carina added before Maya could get any ideas.

///

"I still haven't met your girlfriend. I even met your ex-roommate before I met her." Andy's cousin Michelle pointed out, after pointing out how Andy had gone to every barbecue and not brought you with her.

"My girlfriend lost her brother and her sister is very protective and doesn't want her getting the virus... and we still haven't told her sister we're dating, or that I moved in so..." Andy trailed off as Michelle's eyes widened.

"Oh so it's serious?"

"She's my saving grace."

///

"My visa expires next month." Carina explained to you, making you flinch. You and Andrew had citizenship, but Carina was here on a visa for her study.

"You have to go back to Italy? They shut down the immigration offices... Carina..."

"Angioletta..." Carina whispered, letting out a squeak as you pulled her into a tight hug, fear setting in that you would lose the only family you had left in America.

///

Carina and Maya were unaware of how well you really knew Andy, until it came to your brother's memorial in the Grey Sloan car park.

Amelia wasn't there, even if she had mentored your brother for a time. You hadn't thought of the neurosurgeon in a long time, having removed all traces of her from your portfolio, your life and your memory.

Whilst Maya held Carina in the car park, you sat on the ground, holding your knees to your chest until arms wrapped around you, and Andy was almost cooing in Spanish, calming you as you clung to her, mask soaked with tears.

Neither of them had any time to judge, but both were unaware you and Andy really knew each other as more than friends. Any assumption they had was wrong. Andy and yourself were well acquainted.

You didn't hide your relationship with Andy. She was at the firehouse a lot, not wanting to bring covid home back to you, since Maya and Carina were further along in their relationship and when Andy had moved in with you, she tried her best to keep you safe.

Everyone wanted to protect you, but they were isolating themselves from you to try keep you safe.

One of your art projects had been inspired by frontline workers, gaining attention online as people wanted to buy the works, the money going to charities to support people during the pandemic... you were flourishing, and your big brother couldn't see it from anywhere but above, whilst your sister and your girlfriend could see it, and you, but chose not to as often.

Your second project reflected another side to the pandemic, photography of the empty streets, void of all life. Almost apocalyptic in a sense.

Andy spent more time with you than Carina did, but you and your sister handled grief differently.

The fire between you and Andy burned brighter than anything else. An eternal flame.

"What are you painting this time? Is that a heart on fire?" Andy peeked over your shoulder, her chin resting on it as her hands hovered over your waist, hesitant to touch in case she messed up your brushstrokes.

"It was supposed to be symbolic, fires of love? Eternal flame? I think I'm better at realism... the portraits reflect that." You shrugged, gesturing to the paintings on the other side of the room.

"You are the sweetest but your sister and Maya should be here in an hour, and you are wearing more paint than clothes." Andy pointed out, her eyes widening as you smirked, walking backwards to guide her to the shower.

"Maybe you should join me, to make sure I get all the paint off."

"I would like that very much, but we need to-" Andy began to point out the lack of time, but you shushed her as you leaned in, waiting until she met you halfway, the hour countdown until Maya and Carina's arrival forgotten about...

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#andy herrera x reader #station 19 x reader #station 19 imagine #andy herrera imagine #carina deluca x sister!reader #andrew deluca x sister!reader #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy imagine #station 19 imagines #grey's anatomy imagines

[geekedoutbunny]

Macaque x Former Nun! Reader - The Aftermath

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Macaque x Former Nun! Reader - The Aftermath

Paring: Macaque x Former Nun! Reader

Rating: Rated M

Warning: Angst, Death, Murder, Insanity, Mention of attempted rape, religion

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Tag List: @wife-of-magic-monkeys

You walked carefully through the debris of the burnt-down church you once called home. Your eyes held sadness as many memories flashed through your mind as you recognized burnt and destroyed items. You paused when you saw a toy. It was a cute little tiger, and it made your heart clench.

You knew the little boy who owned the toy, he was the sweetest little guy you ever met. Always smiling, always ready to help and play, he was so adorable. You crouched down to pick up the ash-covered toy, you stared down at it sadly as you gently caressed the head.

"Please, please tell me you got out." You whispered as you held the dusty toy close to you. You looked up, your eyes scanning the black burnt wood and grass, it was surreal. You stood up and you sighed.

Macaque walked through the mess with a careless stare, he had no ties to the place, and in all honesty, he was kind of glad the place was burnt down. He stopped, an impassive look on his face as he stared down at the spot. He mentally congratulated the nun that was allegedly the cause of this all. Apparently, she was tired of the lies and the deception.

Her last straw was when the priest tried to force himself on her while using Mother Mary's name to lure her in, and in retaliation for her reality crumbling so fast before her, she went through the place, stabbed her roommate to death, snapped some kids neck, plucked another kids eye out, threw a nun over the balcony of the stairs, and then she brunt the church down.

It was a casual case of insanity, and he honestly couldn't blame her. Too bad she died in the fire, it's strange that they found her in the praying position at the altar, it seems that before she died she came back to her senses and did the only thing she knew how to do. But he was pretty convinced that she was down in the underworld.

He looked around at the destruction, and he hummed lightly in thought before he walked off. Where he was standing before, was a clean spot of unburnt wood in an oval shape. "Mother Mary sure isn't real, but she was praying to something." He muttered as he walked over towards you.

You haven't moved much since you found the toy tiger, he approached you quietly, but he made sure to make his footsteps audible. You didn't look around to look at him, but he knew you were aware of him. "This is awful." You whispered. He hummed in response as he came to a stop a few steps behind you.

Unshead tears in your eyes as you squeeze the toy to your chest, the ash rubbing on your arms and clothes, but you don't care. You sniffled for a bit before you turned around to face him. The impassive look on his face spoke volumes, and you had nothing against it. It wasn't like he grew up here, so of course he wouldn't care as much as you did.

"Why? Why did she do it? Why didn't she just leave, like I did?" You asked him, and your throat felt tight. The wind blew past you both lightly. "Because she didn't have an escape like you did. You had me, she had nothing. The very thing she believed in, that she held onto with all her heart, was suddenly ripped from her in an instant. She had a very harsh reality check, that her whole world was an entire lie"

He explained. You stared at him for a while longer, thinking over his words. "If she did... do you think she would've still done it?" You asked. He shrugged before he looked down at the toy in your arms. "It's hard to say, but these people would've all still died either way." He said. You shook your head. "No!! They only died because... because she couldn't handle it." You said in a light voice.

He sighed. "Listen, everyone has a set date when they die, it's in the book of Death, you have a time and a date. No matter what happens, no matter where you go, you are due to die at that date and time. There is no changing it." He explained. You didn't want to believe it, you didn't want to listen, but you couldn't argue with him. He was always right.

You looked down with a sad stare, he stared at you for a while before he approached you. He placed a hand on the small of your back, pulling you with him. "Come on, let's get out of here before you catch something from the ashes." He said gently as he pulled you along with him. You walked with him for a while, letting him guide you out of the debris.

As soon as your feet touch the grass, you turn around. "Wait, I need to pray for them." You said gently. He stared at you with a pensive stare, for he pulled back from you. You sighed as you got down on your knees. You gently placed the toy down on the grass next to you, Macaque stared at the toy with a tense stare.

You clasped your hands together, and you bowed your head. "Mother Mary... it's been a while since I spoke to you... and I'm sad to say that this'll be my last prayer to you... I ask you to help guide these lost souls in the promised land and lead them to endless happiness. Lead them to fulfillment... please watch over all my former sisters and the children... I hope that their souls are not bound to this world, help them to see the light, and guide them down the path of righteousness. In the name of Mother Mary, Brother Joseph, and the holy child that is Jesus Christ, Amen."

You took a breath as you slowly opened your eyes. You stared at the burned ruins, and you gripped your hands tighter together as your eyes closed tight. Your breath shudders, and your shoulders shake as you silently cry. Macaque waited patiently for you to get your tears out. It took you about 10 minutes, you were grateful for him.

Once your tears had dried, you picked up the toy, and you stood up. You walked over towards Macaque, a small smile on your face. "Ready?" He asked. You nodded. "Yeah." You said your voice was small but strong. He nodded in return as he took your free hand in his. You both walked for a while silently, a strange sense of peace befallen you.

"Macaque?" You questioned. He hummed in response. "Do you think that Charles is out there somewhere?" You asked. He looked over at you, seeing a gesture towards the toy. He stared at the toy for a while before he looked off. "Maybe." He simply said it was a neutral answer, but it was still enough to make you smile, it gave you hope.

'I hate lying to you, but if I told you the truth, it'll probably kill you.' Macaque thought as he stared back over at the toy. 'Charles was the kid who got his neck snapped. One day, I'll tell you the truth, until then, I just want to see you smile again.'

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk fanfiction #lego monkie kid fanfiction #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid macaque #monkie kid macaque #macaque x reader #macaque x y/n #six eared macaque x reader #six eared macaque x y/n

[six-white-venus]

sometimes i wonder if death is all i can write about.

every poem i recite seems mournful, like i'm preparing for a funeral that i'm somehow sure will happen. it follows me, the death. its stench. the sorrow. it follows me and i'm so sick and tired of it. somedays i even think of stopping writing altogether, because what's the point? every word i put down on paper will be pitch black anyway and it will scream and weep of the same old tragedies that will make everyone's ears bleed time and time again.

but then i remember.

i remember writing about soft smiles and booming laughter. i remember writing about tears being wiped away by patient fingers, i remember writing the words, "i love you, i love you, i love you," like a hymn, a prayer, like a holy scripture. i remember writing about you. you, with your garden of water hyacinths, tiger lilies, and grins that are a little too sharp to make a person feel comfortable (just like mine). you with your poems that feel like a beating piece of your heart, with your messy hair, boundless excitement, and fingers painted with the rainbow. i remember us: sitting cross-legged in places we shouldn't be sitting in, talking about everything and nothing and feeling at home with each other ("you're my family"). i remember writing about adoration, love and friendship. i remember, then: death is not all i write about.

my writing is not about death or sorrow at all, actually. my writing is a sweet caress of words singing,

"hey, can you hear me?

i just wanted to say:

i love you. i love you, i love you,

i love you and my dear,

you make loving so painless."

i write about love time and time again, i write about you, i write about us. huh. maybe in a way, i do write about death. with us, love lives and laughs and when we're apart, dies, only to rise up from the ashes brighter than the goddamn sun when you see me the next day and we both grin.

i write and it says, "hey, can you hear me?"

and you do, every time.

and you say, "i love you."

I want to yell at the top of my lungs, "i love you i love you i love you so fuckin much i adore you"

but instead, i smile and hold you close. Instead, i write my silly little letters and hope they ring a million times louder than my voice ever could.

#my writing #prose poetry #love #words #listen. I adore my friends #love resides in every breath they take #I'm just. I have a lot of feelings about platonic love #and how it's just so. unconditional #it doesn't even need to exist #if you think about it there's no tangible benefit #nothing except being loved #and that's so wonderful #loving just because you can. just because you want to #man i just. #nila this one's for you boo #mwah #writeblr #prose #friendship

[gars-jasons-gf]

Gar Logan Headcannons in a Relationship with reader

titans!gar logan bc he's my comfort character and i love him

(also im in love with this gif rn so yeah)(also, again this is my first post so plsssss like support and stuff)(also, again, for the last time gif isn't mine)

Alright, before i even start let me just say that dating gar is like having a best friend. That is bc he is your best friend. Before you two even started dating he made sure to be your best friend so he could know everything about you. Your birthday, favorite food, favorite color, your background, he'll learn everything about you.

He is like the biggest softie ever. Like for a boy who can turn into a killing, murdering, scary ass tiger(even tho he avoids killing and that stuff) he is the softest and most caring and thoughtful out of everyone. Like we all know this. But he is has a massive soft spot for you like he is nice and stuff to his team mates but to you, he could be mid argument with someone and as soon as you walk into the room he'll look over at you and his whole expression will soften.

He just loves being around you and he'll find any excuse to be near or with you. Training, he'll def train with you. Missions, he personally asks Dick in private if you two can be on missions together. Cleaning, his excuse was "oh they'll definitely need help with folding the clothes." "they're literally folding her clothes only." "and it'll get the job done faster." There was def a time where he said he needed to go with you to take the bins out, because someone might jump you on your way to the bins.

Basically the point is he loves being around you.

So who did tell the other about their feelings first? Him. It came out by accident. During an argument. After a mission. In the rain. You both were arguing about you being hurt and not being able to go on the next mission after you had previously brought up the fact 'you could go on a mission right now.' He was quite concerned for you saying you were not ready. Clearing taking it a bit further then it needed to go. So when he said "it's because i care about you and you can't go on another mission this week." and you retaliated saying "it's not your choice." Then he finished it by saying "I love you, alright and you can't get hurt again this week, you almost died tonight." Leading you to smash your lips onto him.

After that kiss let's just say he was very happy and couldn't stop smiling. Even days after the kiss, he couldn't make eye contact without smiling or blushing. Leading some weird questions asked by the team. Eventually Gar told Connor who told Kory who told Dick who told Donna who told Dawn and Hank and somehow Jason found out. Then about a week after the kiss Gar popped the big question to you asking if you wanted to be his partner to which you said "yes." Bc y wouldn't you?

But, it takes like 3 weeks for one of you both to say the word. Like THE word. The Love word. It was him again. This time he was zoned out and staring at you when he said out loud "god y/n, i love you so much." to which you lifted your head up and looked at him with the biggest smile ever. He was panicking until you said it back. But you both can guarantee that Kory was in the room at the time and got it on video or Kory and Dick are watching you both through the security camera and then leaked it on the [yours and gar's ship name] group chat that they have for some reason.

Now dates. It's mostly take out food like pizza or thai. You'll both play video games most of the time and cuddle but that's something you both enjoy. That's something that brings you both joy eating, cuddling, playing video games it's all that you need.

Pt 2?????????

#garfield logan #garfield logan x reader #titans x reader #titans gar logan x reader #gar logan x reader #gar logan #headcannons #dick grayson #kory anders

[themissinghand]

Trash of the Count's Family: Why Him? Why Not Me?

Summary: In which OG novel Choi Han is jealous of a different timeline's Choi Han's life. Especially of his family and benefactor, Cale Henituse.

Warnings: Some spoilers for the novel (beyond the current point in the manhwa) and some angst as if the novel didn't give me enough

Choi Han is no hero. 

Unlike the manhwas and novels out there, he was just a normal person. 

Not a returnee or a genius or a reincarnator or a transmigrator. 

But here he is, in a world full of unknown. 

It's dark, scary, and lonely. 

So when he finally finds people after so long, he rejoiced and latched onto that hope. 

Only for it to be destroyed so quickly, and brutally. 

So he sought revenge. 

He fought for justice.

But the organization, no, the White Star was tougher and smarter than he expected.

He was outclassed in everything, magic, swordsmanship, and power.

Choi Han was simply not strong enough to protect his family from the leader of the secret organization. The leader that killed his family and possibly millions of other innocents as well.

He failed.

He failed.

He failed.

How he wished he could just go back in time so he could properly prepare against such a disaster known as the White Star.

But everything was too late.

(This was not a manhwa or a novel)

Everyone he loved has died.

His home was burned to the ground.

Even the crown prince, Alberu Crossman, was defeated and forced to submission.

In such a desperate and perilous situation, what should he, the hero of the Roan Kingdom do?

Pursue. 

Get revenge.

When he does, the world is on fire.

It's a bloody mess.

It infuriates him.

He'd gotten so strong for what?

Then, he hears the God of Death, that infuriating bastard. Telling him of lies and of fairy tales that simply don't exist.

The God of Death pitied him.

What is a pity in this ruined world?

But then the hero sees.

He sees Rosalyn.

He sees Lock.

He sees Ron and Beacrox Molan.

He sees Alberu Crossman.

And he sees himself.

He sees himself, smiling. 

Smiling at a redhead that Choi Han had long gotten rid of. 

Cale Henituse.

Why?

Why?

Why?

His mind was filled with questions, before emotions.

Grief, regret, envy, jealousy, and fury.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why him? 

Fury overtook him.

He stepped out of the portal and grabbed Cale Henituse by his neck.

"Choi Han?! What are you- there are two Choi Hans?!"

The hero sees people he never seen before.

"Human!"

He sees dragons.

"Young Master Cale!"

He sees dark elves and elves.

"Cale!"

He sees believers of the Sun God and a necromancer.

He sees the Whale Tribe and the Tiger Tribe.

"Let go of Cale-nim." Through his anger, the hero saw himself of this timeline. He saw a different sword pointed at him.

The hero, Choi Han, gritted his teeth and then roared in anguish and self-pity. 

"In another timeline, you are happy. And that person who made you happy, is a person named Cale Henituse."

"Cale Henituse! Why-"

"Let go, you bastard." The redhead unexpectedly bit back.

Dragon Fear? No, it was different.

Nonetheless, the hero has been pushed aside. 

Ironically, the hero stood before himself of this timeline, someone who has not covered himself from head to toe with the blood of his allies, someone who has not dug his own despair, and someone who has not stained the world with his rage.

Oh God of Death, is this a punishment? The hero thought with the last bits of his rationality, which was stored deeply within him.

Where he has to see another world full of friendship and happiness he cannot get?

"Choi Han." He looked at Cale Henituse with a conflicted expression on his face. He growled back but the other didn't flinch at all.

"Why him? I lost everything. So why? Why does he!" The hero pointed his sword at himself of another timeline, the one who gets to be happy, who gets to have everything he doesn't have.

"Why does he gets to be happy?" 

When the other didn't say anything, the hero grabbed Cale by the collar. For some reason, this Cale Henituse was not afraid, in fact, he raised a hand to stop the others.

Even so, the hero wasn't grateful for such a gesture. 

"Why didn't you exist in my life? Why were you so useless in my life!?" For some unknown reason, his cheeks were wet. 

A rough hand pulled them apart.

"Don't touch Cale-nim." 

It's unfair.

"Choi Han." Cale Henituse stopped the Choi Han from this timeline from interfering. Instead, Cale simply looked at him with a conflicted expression. 

If he had Cale Henituse in his timeline, would his allies live?

Would he be happy too?

"Why him? Why not me?"

Then, the God of Death whispered in his ear.

And the hero could only see his tears fall, as he too, collapsed to the floor. He feels himself growing tired, senseless, and lifeless as his vision slowly fades.

"Choi Han!"

When the last thing the hero saw was vibrant red hair, the hero Choi Han could only smile bitterly.

He grabbed Cale Henituse's hand tightly and watched the other yell his name with desperation. 

How nice would it be to be in this world and be by his side?

How nice would it be if he was in this timeline?

How nice would it be to be happy?

Once again, the hero curses and wishes for the first time in a long time.

Let me be him, let me be happy by his side.

But he can't.

Because he's not the Choi Han from this timeline.

He's nothing more than a foreigner, an intruder, with an useless title of a hero on his head.

A fallen hero doesn't deserve happiness.

And the hero, Choi Han, falls.

#trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #manhwa #cale henituse #choi han #kim rok soo #kim roksu #imagine #angst #trash of the duke's family #spoilers #totcf

[meianslo]

Diaries of Her Life

George Karim x Fem!reader

summary: george helps the reader around the house after a bunch of injuries and wounds on the legs caused from a case. while the reader is going through some struggle that is making her vurnerable, george's curiosity take over him and made him invade some privacy and take a little peek into his 'beloved's' colleague diary.

theres a bit of locklyle as well!

word count: 2.7k

disclaimer: last time i wrote anything this long is probably 2 years ago so pls uhh dont expect too much.

<3

George had try to warn the team of traps lying around after his research on the case but he warned (name) much more than the others because he knows of her clumsiness.

But that didn't work. For (name), at least.

The others have almost fall for the traps but (name). She has fall for almost every single trap that's in front of her. They sometimes wonder why they hired her at Lockwood & Co.

This is what happens if you go on a case in the house of a hunter. Fortunately, all of the traps are not the ones that kill you but just the ones that scares intruders away and injure you not severely.

They're finally done with the mission. They are all sitting at the front porch of the hunter's house. Taking a few breaths. Well, except for George. He's pacing back and forth, his pointer finger and thumb stroking his chin, eyebrows furrowed. Anthony, Lucy, and (name) just stares at him as he paces.

"What's wrong, George?" Anthony finally asked, "Something is off." George finally stops in his track, facing the three that is now Infront of him. Rolling her eyes at his answer, (name) rests her elbow on her thigh that is painfully sore then bending a bit lower and places her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Clearly," Lucy stated with a sarcastic smile. "No! I mean, I'm pretty sure the forensics would have the traps removed after the guy died, right? Also, didn't you guys see the ghost earlier? He looked much younger than my research says. It said that the owner of the house is like what, 50 years old? How did I not notice this?" As George starts asking questions to them instead of answering Lockwood's question, (name) scoffs, leaning back and fold her arms under her chest.

"Well, old guy or not, this guy surely wants me to stop walking, Karim." (name) grumble and George's face soured.

"I'm sorry you were too busy being clumsy to notice that something is clearly wrong here." He bite back.

"But anyways, first of all, the ghost that we fought was not the old man the neighbors thought was. Second of all, someone surely didn't want us to be in there. I know that it's a bit stupid but I'm not stupid! He lives alone, literally no relatives, no friends. Even if he does have friends, it's probably that bear rug or the hanging tiger by his probably a century old fireplace!" He throws his arms in the air as if he was pushing the thoughts aside. He turned around, his back now facing the three.

"So who could be placing those traps? Who is trying to get us out of here?" George places his hand on his waists and turned around again, facing them for the second time.

All four of them looked at each other, waiting for a guess. But everyone was silence, no clue of who could be behind this. Well, that was until they heard someone clearing their throat and it was none of them but someone who is walking behind George. It was Quill Kipps. "That would be me, Karim. I hope you didn't mind," Kipps smiles mockingly innocent. All of them turned to him.

Lockwood's demeanor changed. He stand up, straightening his back up. "Kipps."

"This case was my team's until you and your so-called team took it. Luckily for us, we were able to secure the source of the old man's." Claimed Kipps, "After your arrival here has made my team realize that there was another visitor."

"Then why would you lay traps around?" George sneered at him, folding his arms. "Some precious treasure, I presume." He added.

"Can't say, Karim. Confidential." Kipps said sternly, "So I suggest you all to leave before my team comes, I'm feeling kind today." He glances at (name) who has bruises all around their legs.

So they did. They couldn't risk (name) getting more injury and since the walk from the house of the hunter to the street are a bit far, Lockwood has offered to give (name) a piggyback. She accepted even though she'd rather walk but knowing the pain in her legs wouldn't even be able to endure more than four steps.

"Gee, It's freezing out here." She complained as she climbed on Lockwood's back. Hearing that, Lockwood glanced at George and nod his head towards her, signaling him to give the girl his puffer.

"What? No!" George exaggerated.

"Oh come on, just for tonight." Lockwood nagged.

George sighed as he rolls his eyes and took off his puffer and gave it to her, "You better give it back the second we reach our front door, (name)." He's now left with only his flannel and orange shirt.

<3

(name) didn't realize that her ear was damaged as well until they reached the pavement of the street. The sound of steps on the concrete and wind that passes by is ringing in her ear. It was probably caused by the flares that almost caught her earlier. The gush of the wind from behind them brought the scent of George's puffer to her nose. It smelled like old parchment and biscuits. It smelled like 35 portland row.

They called a cab because surely, Lockwood wouldn't want to piggyback (name) all the way home. George sat by the left-side window, Lucy in the middle, and you by the window as well. Lockwood took the front seat. Lucy and George are having a small conversation about the case and Kipps while (name) is just taking in the scent that is wrapping her. The scent that smelled like her home. And with home in mind, she fell asleep.

They finally arrived at their house. This time they didn't have to piggyback (name) but she just hanged by Lockwood and Lucy.

George walks in front so he can open the door for them. Lockwood had to let go of the girl as they walk in so all of them can go through. By the time they reached the living room, (name) let herself fall into the couch along with Lucy. And Lucy chuckled at this.

All of them let out a big sigh, finally able to rest. Lucy let go of her and goes into the bathroom while (name) took off the puffer and placed it by the arm of the couch and Lockwood and George goes into the kitchen.

(name)'s eyes are drooping. Feeling sleepy, she let herself drift off. The last thing she saw was Lucy walking towards her with something that she thinks is bandages, alcohol, and a few more stuff from the first aid kit.

<3

(name) woke up with a blanket wrapping her body, her legs still sore and now covered in bandages and band aids. She's still on the couch from last night. She sit up and tries to stand up but fails miserably and sits back down. She glances around the room for a minute trying to wake up for a second time. She rub her eyes with the back of her right hand.

As she look to her left, there's pancakes and still hot-and-steaming tea on top of the end table. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs made her peeked from the living to the hall. "Good morning, (name). How's your leg?" It's Lucy with a small smile on her face as she walks into the living room.

"Uhm, a bit sore but I think I'll manage." she pursed her lips. "By the way thanks for.." she pointed toward her legs that are covered in bandages.

"Oh no worries, George did most of the work. I just dab on some alcohol to make sure you didn't get an infection," Lucy sits down on the arm chair by the couch and took a biscuit from the coffee table in front of them. (name) had confused look on her face. George? Out of everyone, George was the last person she thought would help her. Guess she thought wrong. "He's the one who wraps the bandages and places the band aids. I guess he's always done that for Lockwood as well, you know? Before either of us came, I mean." The brown haired girl shrugged at the thought.

(name) thought he'd be to prestigious to even help a bit.

Her stomach suddenly grumbles. And It was loud enough for Lucy to hear. She chuckled and pats (name) lightly on the shoulder. "Eat up, George made them for you." She stood up and went into the library.

George. Again? She quickly look around the floor, looking for her bag. When she did, she reach in and shuffle around. Finally, she found a pencil and a small thick book. It's her diary. Where she writes little poem, tells about her day, or just spills her feelings. She starts writing in the book, biting her lips, eyebrows furrowed.

She was so focused writing that she didn't notice George standing in front of her until he spoke up, "Eat your food, It'll get cold." She quickly close the book. "What's that?" George asked, head tilting in curiousity.

"Nothing." She responded and stuffed her face with the warm pancake to avoid answering anymore questions.

"Uhm, okay.." George looks at her suspiciously then turned around and walk into the library and greeted Lucy who is in there as well.

(name) sighed out of relief. She puts the utensils that she pick up out of panic down and puts her little book down on the end table.

This time, the front door opened and Lockwood appeared. "Morning, (name)! Feeling better?" She just nodded with a thin smile. "Uhm, ya know where Lucy is?" He suddenly whispered. (name) raises an eyebrow at his hushed tone.

"In the library…" She whispered back, "Why are we whispering again?"

"You'll see, (name). You'll see.." He smirked and gave her a small fist bump on her shoulder before he walks towards the library.

(name) just watched him walk away in confusion. Then, she looked down on her bag again and take her diary and write something again. She didn't write much because she suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom. Fortunately, George just got kicked out of the library by Lockwood and (name) has the chance to ask for help. Even if it's from George. "George! Uhm, can you help me?" The boy close door to the library before he walks towards her. "What is it?" George popped out from the hall.

Chuckling, (name) put her book into the pockets of her pants that barely fits the book. "Bathroom." She smiled awkwardly, her eyes begging for help. The boy scoffed and pick her left arm up. Her arm hung by his neck while George's right hand holds her waist to keep her balanced and his left holds her arm from falling. The girl just limped with the boy.

They finally reached the bathroom upstairs. It felt like they went through a battle when going up the stairs. George let go of her arm and now both of his hand are on her waist trying to guide (name) to the toilet. When she was in front of the toilet, George left and waited in front of the bathroom to assist her after whatever business she's doing in there.

Glancing around, George saw something on the floor. It was (name)'s little book that he saw earlier. It must've fallen when they were going in and she probably didn't hear anything fall because it landed just on the rug that is infront of the bathroom so it didn't make a sound for any one of them to notice.

And remembering how secretive you were about the book just this morning made George curious and so he lets curiosity takes over and picks up the book.

He opened a random page, it was just (name) telling about her day. Nothing much.

He then, skipped a few pages. Lucy was mentioned, just describing her personality. This was probably the day Lucy joined, just right after (name).

He skip a few more pages and catch a glimpse of his name. Under his name, theres something that seems like poems. Lots of poems. It's romantic poems.

He stared at one part a bit too long than he thought he would.

My chest tightened as he walks by

My chest twists itself over a thousand time when he looks at me

He can feel heat rising up to his cheeks. He was about to turn to another page when (name) shouted. "George, help me. I'm done!" He quickly close the book and stuff it in the pockets of his flannel. He opened the door. The girl's hands holds onto the counter, supporting herself from falling. He pursed his lips and help her wash her hand.

After she's done washing her hand, George clears his throat and asks "Do you want to go to your room? Or go back downstairs?"

"I think I'll just go downstairs, I haven't eat all of my pancakes anyway." She smiled, quite happy that George is helping her.

<3

Getting down the stairs is easier than getting up the stairs. They barely struggle. They finally reach the living room. George sat (name) down on the couch. She thanked him and start eating her pancakes again but George didn't go away and (name) only notice this when she had to stop stuffing food down her throat before it exploded.

"What?" She managed to make out with all the food in her mouth.

George was having a battle in his head on whether or not to give her book back until she talked. Or almost talked. He takes out the book out of his pocket and gives it to the girl with the full mouth. "Ahem, you dropped this earlier."

If it wasn't for the food in her mouth, her jaw would fall to the core of the earth. Dropping the fork and spoon, her eyes widen. She takes the book slowly, eyeing George. She finally swallow the pancake

"You didn't read it, right?" She stares at him sternly. The curly haired boy smacked his lips and opened his mouth to answer but Lockwood and Lucy came into the room, interrupting him.

"What's up, guys?" Lockwood asked nervously. "Hello, dear friend!" Lucy exclaimed.

(name) turn her head towards the other two and looked a bit lower to see that Lucy and Lockwood's fingers intertwines. (name) scoffs at the sight, holding back a laugh. Seeing (name)'s expression, Lucy and Lockwood look down to their hands which made George to look at it as well. The boy fixes his glasses with wide eyes. The two suddenly let go of each other's hand. Lucy folding her arms under her chest, tucking her hands between her arms and chest while Lockwood tucks his hand into the pocket of his pants.

"Ha! What's up with you two?" (name) teases "Nothing, nothing!" Lucy stated. (name) looks at Lockwood and raises her eyebrow at him like she did last time as if asking him this is the reason he was whispering this morning. Lockwood understand what she meant and nods and smirks at her.

"We uh.. We gotta go!" Lucy stammers and pulls Lockwood by the arm, leading him to the front door.

The two got out of the house. Leaving the two speechless but not that much because both (name) and George already kind of called it. They've always tease the two about the other.

Realizing the peace of the house is back, (name) looks back at George and lean back into the couch and ask him again if he read the book.

The boy sits down beside her, then nods. "Sorry, (name). I didn't mean to look at it. Well, I did but you know-"

"What did you read?" She interrupts.

"I saw the one about me." George admits.

This time, (name)'s jaw is able to fall to the core of the earth but she resists and try to stay calm. "And...?"

George gulped "And what?"

"Come on, Karim. You're smart I'm pretty sure you know what I mean in that book and if you do, what are your thoughts towards it? Towards me. Honestly." (name) looks at him with eyes full of hope.

"Well, I like you too, (name) but I thought you hated me-"

"Oh shut up, Karim." She leans towards and closes the gap between the two. Their lips embracing one another but then she pulled away for a few seconds.

She looks into his eyes while his are studying her face like she's a treasure.

Then they pulled each other to another kiss, much more passionate than before.

#george karim x reader #lockwood & co #george karim #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #lockwood and co x reader #x reader #female reader #fem reader

[miko32]

Born into the Seven Ruler's of Devildom

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer Morningstar.

Chapter List

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 ---- Royal Academy of Diavolo

Like the name suggests, the academy is a school for demons built by the prince of Devildom, Lord Diavolo. He is the same demon who put my mother, Kristin, into this place.

The novel tells that Diavolo put two humans in the school. They were promised a wish if they could survive for a whole year. It was more of an entertainment for the dark prince to see who would win, the avatars or the humans.

The other human, a sorcerer, managed to survive.

But not Kristin. Tempted by Lucifer’s lies of love, she died giving birth to me.

“Jekejeje!!!” Pink exclaimed. 

I turned to the blops. “Thank you.” The blobs let out a weird cry, begging for me not to go. I laughed. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll go home on weekends and vacation.

“Jheyeygeha,” Blue asked me whether I’m certain to do this. He is giving me a chance to go back and live normally in the swamp. I smiled and held his tiny hand. 

Going back to the swamp does seem easy. I can see myself living there until my old age, with the blops, of course. I will be safe, secure, and happy. And it's not like Lucifer and his brothers are out there hunting me. But going to RAD is the like going into the tiger's demon's den.

I exhales, holding Blue’s cheeks as we looked eye to eye.

“Blue, I need to do this. I can’t stay in the swamp for the rest of my life, I want to live.” 

Blue was quiet, he nodded. He kissed my forehead for comfort.

“Blehehegegheh!”

“Fejegeheheaja!”

“Gegehegeg!”

The blobs said their goodbyes as I walked toward the gates. “See you, everyone!”

The gates of RAD opened by themselves, taking a deep breath, I strode in. I still had my head looking back, watching the blobs getting smaller and smaller as I walked further. I turned back forward when I entered the building.

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Walking into RAD is like entering a war zone, not in metaphor or like high school problems. This is a school for demons and a place where the seven lords are more often than in the city. There's a possibility I’ll be in the same class as them, not to mention my own father.

The thought brings shivers to my spine.

As long as I don’t get caught. I even changed my whole appearance. My hair used to be black, and I turned it blue. My eyes were purple lilacs, and I changed them to orange brown. The lenses are uncomfortable, but it's for the safety of my identity. Purple lilacs are very rare in Devildom, belonging only to two demons: Beelzebub and Belphegor, the two lords. It would be suspicious if a new demon suddenly appeared with the same color eyes as them.

I find my way to the RAD council room. Two heavy black doors in front of me make me feel intimidated. I take deep breaths, in and out.

"Don’t worry," I tell myself. Even if I look scared, they would think it's because a new demon is facing the lords of the demon world before her. They wouldn’t be suspicious. They couldn’t!

I keep telling myself to be positive and brave. "Step it up!" I say to myself.

If they do recognize me...

No, let's not go there. I shake my head and lift my hand, knocking a few times and opening the door.

"AGGGGHHHH!!!"

I yelp and almost slam the door closed again.

"No!!! I lost! No, no, nooooo…"

"Are you sure you’re a pro, Levi?"

"Don’t you dare question my profession when you just sleep all day, Belphegor!"

I peek from the door, and there I see the two lords of envy and sloth playing PSP.

"Seriously, why are you two here if you’re gonna play games all day?!" the lord of wrath, Satan, scolds them.

"Hey! Who wants to be at school on weekends before it starts?! This is all because Mammon ditched his work on me!" the avatar of envy complains, banging the table with his fist. "Lucifer too! Why did he let him get away just because he had some shoots?! No fair, no fair!"

"Mammon promised to pay your debt with the photoshoot, right?" Belphegor leans his head down.

"Don’t you know our scumbag brother-!" Leviathan stops as his purple-orange eyes meet mine. I shriek and close the doors again. Words come flooding into my head.

“Do what I say, human! After all, you’re just a stupid normie weak human!” the avatar of envy, Leviathan, shouted at Kristin.

I tightly close my eyes, taking deep breaths. In and out, in and out, in-!

I yelp when the council room door opens, revealing the three lords standing before me. I bow my head, hoping my hair hides my face.

“Good morning, my lords, I’m—I’m Lami! The new student at RAD!” I blurt out the words.

“Oh? You must be the new demon who's coming today, huh?” I hear the voice belonging to Satan.

“New demon? How old is she?”

I hear a rustle of paper as the three demons fall silent. They gasp, and my heart skips again.

“You’re thirteen?!”

“That’s really young!”

I slowly look up at their shocked looks. It seems they care more about my age than my face.

“Um, excuse us, please come in, Lami.” Satan motions for me to come in. “Sit here,” He gestures to a long table with many seats. In front of the table is a higher table with seven seats in a row, and one seat is much higher. It looks like a courtroom rather than a council room.

The place is like a courtroom, and several men are looking my way. In that courtroom, Diavolo, the ruler of demons, introduces himself. Then he introduces his right-hand man, Lucifer.

"We'll see how she survives until the end of the semester," Lucifer smiles, something sinister and evil in it.

This is the exact same place where the demons summoned Kristin.

“Miss Lami? Why don’t you take a seat?” Satan encourages. I look up at his small fake smile.

Satan, the avatar of wrath and the fourth-born. The book tells that Satan may look like an average gentleman, but he is actually malicious and pretentious with all those smiles he gives away so easily, just like now.

I bow my head. “Forgive me, Lord Satan,” I say and take a seat.

The blond demon seems satisfied by my obedience. He takes a seat at his throne. Leviathan and Belphegor have seated themselves as well.

Belphegor speaks first. “Lami, you don’t have any demon scent on you?”

It's a tradition for demons to scent each other, much like a dog marking its territory. Belphegor's question refers to the fact that I have no parents.

“No, my lord, I have no parents.”

“And you were raised in a swamp?” Levi asks, his eyes widening in shock. “Don’t usually demons go there for isolation? Eheheh, you must be an introvert.”

I was thrown away by your brother.

I say the words I've practiced. “The swamp is a perfect place to strengthen myself, my Lords.”

“Is that a way to say that you’re poor?” Belphegor asks, he laughs off with Leviathan.

I clench my hand under the desk. I need to keep my composure. These demons would be satisfied with my reaction.

Satan coughs to hide his laughs. “Well, apart from you having no relatives nor money, I can see you are quite intelligent.” Satan looks through the documents in his hands. It must be information regarding my grades and tests I had taken.

Usually, it would take a hundred years for a new demon to take the RAD test because of the hard curriculum and the need to study subjects that involve millennial knowledge. Luckily, one thing I'm grateful for regarding my bastard father is his brain. 

Satan puts his papers down and looks at me. “So, Lami, why go to RAD so fast?” Satan asks, putting his hands together. “What’s your goal?”

The three lords look at me more seriously, gone are the playful demons. They must be evaluating whether I’ll be an enemy or not. Many demons are against the demon prince, Diavolo, and the Seven Lords must take action.

All I can do is be honest.

“My Lords, I’m interested in one program RAD offers, the exchange program,” I say with a stern voice. “I would love to go to the human world and tempt many humans.”

The Lords are silent as they consider my answer.

Yes, this is the goal. To go home, to the human world, my world.

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"This is your room," the demon, guide of the RAD dorm, opened the door for me. Inside was a five-square-foot room with a single bed. There were desks and drawers for my clothes. A simple but quaint room.

The memory came in a blur when I was human. It was my college year, and I had moved into my dorms. Three old ladies came in with boxes and luggage. They said to call them often, then kissed and hugged me like my Blops did.

I frowned. Even in my first life, I was raised by guardians. Though the ladies seemed nice, I can't even remember their names.

"Here's your key," the demon tossed it onto the study desk. "There are the dorm rules at the bulletin, just read that. But... There's no curfew here," the demon shrugged his shoulders, eyes glinting dangerously. "So, a new demon like you should be careful around here," the demon licked his lips in a twisted smile.

I kept my composure, but inside, my stomach dropped. The demon waved goodbye and closed the door. I stayed still in the middle of my room, listening to the demon's steps fade away. Once they were gone, I dropped to my knees.

"Hahhhhhhh," I exhaled. "That was so intense," I pushed myself to lean on the bed leg, pulling my feet to my chest and hugging them. I stayed on the floor until I calmed down. I needed to pull myself together.

There are still four demon lords I need to face tomorrow, not to mention my father. I groaned and shook my head. I'm still not out of the woods yet. The demon guide me before was right; I'm a new demon with no relation with powerful demons, no money, no name, nothing. Every demon would make me their sacrificial lamb. That's why I needed a demon on my side. A powerful demon.

And there is one demon I could ask for. That demon has no relation with the seven lords and who hates Lucifer with all his might.

Mephistopheles

#obey me shall we date #om #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me self insert #isekai

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd x poppy playtime.

Playtime Co's on site orphanage is the orphanage Atsushi grew up in.

Atsushi was bullied by the kids, hated by the adults but the toys adored him.

Mommy Long Legs would ruffle his hair when he did a good job and swing him from game to game. Huggy Wuggy always gave Atsushi a big hug when he was scared or upset.

The toys were the only ones who cared about Atsushi. The whole world had abandoned him but they had not.

Dogday tried to bandage his wounds but his hands couldn't tie the bandage. While Mommy Long Legs yelled at the staff for letting him get hurt.

Atsushi tried to tell her not to bother, he knew they hurt her too. But she wouldn't hear any of it.

The Headmaster taught at the school.

He had adopted Atsushi, as part of Playtime Co's adopting initiative. And yet he didn't like Atsushi at all. Whenever he could, Atsushi tried to avoid him but he couldn't.

He was the proof to the rest of the staff that this whole operation was a success.

It was a lie.

But Atsushi had to act the part or he'd be punished.

Miss Stella always watched him closely when they were at the games station. Atsushi noticed that kids that left with her disappeared.

They were adopted. Or at least that's what they were told.

It was a lie.

It was all a lie.

Atsushi didn't know until Miss Stella took him aside one day. He doesn't remember what happened that day.... Or the next... Or the next...

The pain made it all blurr together. Atsushi does remember Dogday, the sad smile on his face and how he'd hold his hand before they'd take him away.

He knew about his ability, because the scientists loved and hated it. The red smoke wouldn't tire him out but make him see things no one else could.

Atsushi was the only child who ever got to see Catnaps true form. He wasn't sure if that was good or not, but at least he left Atsushi alone.

They couldn't get Atsushi into a toy.

His ability healed him before they could. So they used him a lab rat instead. Use him to test things out before trying it on other kids.

Atsushi almost died several times in the process. But as always he survived.

Even when he wished he didn't.

The hour of joy will haunt Atsushi for the rest of his life.

Thanks to the tigers hearing, Atsushi heard everything. Every scream, every cry, every laugh.

He felt sick.

It was a nightmare that went on and on and on. He hid with the corpses and was lucky none of the toys inspected the pile.

The alarms were blaring.

Speakers yelling instructions but none of it mattered. The anger was practically tangible.

Atsushi only crawled out when Dogday saw him, arms up showing he wasn't going to harm him. Atsushi sobbed into his arms and his friend held him close.

There wasn't any food left.

Atsushi didn't complain when Dogday handed him the remains. They both ate in silence, pretending it was something else and not those they knew.

No one else was left.

The toys were never the same again.

Mommy Long Legs would never smile at him. Huggy Wuggy would never give him a warm hug.

They were something else now.

It hurt to see. But Atsushi supposed the Headmaster was right, everyone turned on him eventually.

And yet Dogday never did. Atsushi didn't ask about the smiling critters, he already knew it wasn't good.

The day Atsushi escaped was the day Catnap found them. Dogday picked up Atsushi and ran like he'd never ran before.

Dogday placed Atsushi on the cable car out of Playcare and told him to run and never look back. The door slammed shut behind him before Atsushi could figure out what was going on.

Somehow he escaped to the surface. He walked and he walked as the tiger guided him. Until he saw a man in the river.

Which brings him to now.

Sat with everyone else in the Agency in the Presidents office. A cup of tea Naomi put infront of him that he hasn't touched.

"Atsushi, you said you had a place you wanted us to investigate?" Asks Dazai, sitting at his right with an encouraging smile on his face.

He could tell Atsushi was nervous, everyone could.

"I mean we don't have too. I just... I just got a letter 2 days ago on my desk. And it's from the place I grew up." That got everyone's attention.

They all had heard bits and pieces of Atsushi's past. None of it was particularly comforting. And they couldn't pretend that they weren't curious.

"From the Orphanage?" Asks Dazai, wanting to be sure. "Yes and no, see it wasn't just an orphanage." Says Atsushi, he looks down. "I... I haven't been completely honest with you guys."

Dazai ruffles his hair.

"We're not mad, we've all got skeletons in our closet. Can we see the letter?" Atsushi nods, taking it out of his pocket and handing it to Ranpo.

Since he was making grabby hands at him. And wasn't that something, Ranpo was interested in this case.

Dazai pouts and bounces over to look over Ranpo's shoulder.

Both of them frown at the sight of it. Dazai looks at Atsushi who nods, letting him read it out loud.

"Everyone thinks the factory's empty. That all the staff have dissappeared. We're still here, little tiger. Find the flower."

It was written in red and orange crayon with a poppy flower drawn on. If it wasn't suspicious already the doodle of a bleeding pawprint definitely didn't help.

Atsushi tries not to think about what that meant.

"It shouldn't be possible... There's no one left, no one who could've written it at least." He says, he doesn't notice he's shaking until Kyouka holds her hand.

"I'm just glad you didn't decide pull a Dazai and run off on your own without telling anyone." Says Kunikida, Dazai gasps in mock offence holding a hand to his chest. "Kunikida! You wound me!"

Atsushi ducks his head sheepishly. "I mean he's not wrong, Dazai." Dazai sighs, dramatically wiping a nonexistent tear. Before lighting up and smiling "yeah I'm glad you told us because this feels like a trap."

Atsushi nods.

"It does which is why I don't think we should go. I know what's behind those doors. I know what they're capable of, what they'll do."

He takes a deep breath "but if there's anyone left and they're asking for my help, I can't just leave them again."

Atsushi thinks of Kissy waving him when no one else was looking. Poppy telling him stories and Dogday holding him when the red smoke made him cry.

"Not again. It... It makes you think you're going insane. Like every part of you is burning and you don't know why. You're not supposed to leave. If anyone's left, they won't be the same."

He definitely wasn't.

He doesn't notice he's crying until Kyouka pulls him into a hug. "It's not your fault" she says, firmly.

He shakes his head.

"It's not your fault. Your friends won't blame you." Says Ranpo, somehow always knowing more. Atsushi looks at him, wiping his tears.

"I for one am glad you got out. And I'm sure they are too. You know what this place is capable of, but you also know what we're capable off." Says Ranpo, putting the letter down.

"I can't promise things won't go wrong. I can't tell you what will happen behind those doors. But if you want to go investigate, you have the entire Agency standing behind you."

Atsushi knows without even looking at them that everyone is in agreement.

He feels lighter.

"Than I will go. But I should probably explain all of this." Says Atsushi, untangling himself from Kyouka's arms but holding her hand.

"This is going to sound crazy."

Dazai laughs "oh Atsushi, don't you know? Crazy is our middle name." Atsushi snorts, smiling sadly.

"This might be crazy even for us." He takes a deep breath. "It all began with a man named Elliot Ludwig."

#long post #poppy playtime #bungou stray dogs #bsd #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #bsd kyouka #bsd kunikida #bsd dazai #bsd ranpo #cannibalism

[pleasinghellfire]

Old Faces

Request: An Eddie x reader fic in which he lives OBVIOUSLY and they go back years later for a high school reunion with the Helfire Club?

A/N: In this world, the upside down and Vecna exist but Chrissy and Jason do survive. I don’t mention it but Eddie still loves DnD and plays it time to time when he gets the chance.

“Do we really have to come back here?” Eddie groaned as you dragged him through the familiar halls of Hawkins High towards the gymnasium. It's been ten years since darkness took over this once quiet town and Hawkins was finally back to normal. No one had to worry about flickering lights or a dark shadow in the sky. It was over.

“Nancy told me she and Steve would be here. It’s great timing since Hawkins is a pit stop. Come on.” You pulled on Eddie’s dead weight arm as he whined and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey,” You lifted Eddie’s chin so he could look you in the eyes. “I remember but that was years ago. Look at how far you’ve come. ‘Eddie the Freak’ got that diploma, ran like hell out of here and made a name for himself. We don’t have to do this, I just wanted to say hi to our friends while the bus fueled up. We can go back to the station or we can walk through those doors and show everyone who Eddie Munson is now.”

Eddie looked between you, the gymnasium doors to his left and down the hall to his right as he contemplated his opinions. “Ten minutes.” Eddie gave in. “We say hi to Steve and we are out.”

You kissed his cheek and smiled. “Ten minutes and out.”

You pushed through the doors to see your old classmates sitting in their own individual crowds scattered across the stands as the sound of everyone’s conversations bounced off the walls. The same championship banner from 1986 still hung high in the center behind the basketball goal alongside multiple tiger spirit posters. There was a table to the left full of drinks and small snacks for everyone to enjoy.

“Oh my Eds, look.” You pointed towards the table. “There’s Nance. Aww, her baby bump got so much bigger. Let’s go.”

You dragged Eddie towards Nancy who was nibbling at the cookies. Eddie started to tune the two of you out as the conversation started about Nancy pregnancy cravings and other women's bodily functions he had no idea about. Taking a look around he caught sight of his old Hellfire Club members waving him over.

“Wow, Eddie Munson. We thought you were too famous to ever walk back through these doors.” Eddie laughed as he hugged Garrett.

“Munson, you clean up nice. Never thought I’d see the day where you didn’t have long hair but glad to see you still rocking the old hellfire shirt and vest.” Jeff greeted.

“Yeah,” Eddie muttered looking down at his attire. “My girl insisted I wear this tonight. You know how it is, always gotta do what your lady wants.”

Eddie was so lost in conversation catching up with his old friends that he missed that ten minute mark. Ten minutes turned to twenty which turned into almost half an hour but he didn’t mind. He was amazed to see how much everyone has grown since graduation. It felt like no time was lost and everyone fell into a comfortable conversation laughing among each other.

“Well would you look at that, the freak is still around.” The conversation died as Jason Carver walked up. Even all these years later, he still wore his Hawkins letterman jacket.

“Goddammit, here we go again.” Eddie cracked his neck before he turned around to face Jason. “What do you want?”

“What are you doing here, freak? I thought we ran you out of town back in 86’.” Jason tried to seem all intimidating as he puffed his chest out stepping up to Eddie but it only made Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire club snicker in laughter.

“Yeah thanks for that man. I’m living the life now. (Y/N) wanted to stop by for a second while we were on the road.”

“(Y/N)?” Jason turned around, looking at you as you were smiling up at Nancy with your hand on her bump trying to feel for any baby kicks. “Huh, I expected more from her than to stay a freak just like you.”

Eddie grabbed Jason’s letterman, pulling Jason’s attention away from you. “You better watch your mouth Carver.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it? Are you gonna get your satanic cult on me again?” Jason lashed out.

“Hey!” The two boys turned as you walked up, stepping in front of Eddie. “Jason, still a pain in the ass all these years later huh? Nice to see you’re still stuck in this dump holding on to your teenage years.”

“Yeah? I bet the two of you went out spreading that cult demon shit all over the city.”

“Yeah, this city and the next one and the next one because while you peaked in 86’ and stayed stuck here, Eddie made a name for himself as Corroded Coffin opens for Metallica every night. And to top that off, unlike you, he has a hot girlfriend while you can’t get anyone since Chrissy dumped your sorry ass after we graduated.” You fired off.

Jason scuffed under his breath as he shook his head and walked away, leaving the gymnasium.

Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in and connecting his lips to yours. Even after all these years of dating, a simple kiss still sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thank you for sticking up for me sweetheart.” Eddie whispered between kisses.

“Don’t mention it baby but we gotta go. Tour buses are full and we’re running late. Time to be Mr. Rockstar, lead man of Corroded Coffin.” You fake swooned making Eddie laugh.

You and Eddie bid a farewell to all your old friends before you stepped back into Eddie’s tour bus, leaving Hawkins once again behind.

#pleasinghellfire #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #stranger things 4 #the hellfire club #metallica #jason carver #chrissy cunningham #nancy wheeler #steve harrington