#this kids are gonna get regular jobs eventually

[hoperaypegasus]

Team Wild Fang Headcanons

After Nile and demure found out that Kyoya’s rival’s name was Gingka, they insisted on playing the game Jenga at least once a week just to annoy him.

They all have dual citizenship to Savannah.

They were given a small apartment by the Savannah government as thanks for their help to expand Savannah’s trading during the World Championships.

All arguments consist of everyone switching back and forth between like four central languages. Eventually they all get so confused they just stop.

Nile and Demure’s families moved to Savannah after the World Championships.

Benkei didn’t start traveling with the team until the match in India. Before that, he was just listed on the paperwork and honestly had no idea that Kyoya wrote his name down.

Their group chat is extremely chaotic. Like next level chaos and switches topics every 45 seconds.

All of their families absolutely adore the group and consider them all to be family literal moments after meeting them.

The age order of the group is Benkei, then Nile, followed really closely by Demure, and finally Kyoya. They all (but especially Nile) tease Kyoya about this fact constantly. 

They all have matching fang charms. Kyoya wears his as a necklace, Nile wears theirs hanging from their belt, Demure wears xyrs as an earring, and Benkei wears his on his backpack.

They all are super protective over Kakeru, who adores having 3 new older siblings as well as Kyoya.

They all are earning each other’s first languages and try to help each other with it as well. Kyoya and Benkei are learning Arabic and Swahili, Nile is learning Japanese and Swahili, and Demure is learning Japanese and Arabic.

They are insanely popular in Savannah as they are essentially the country’s first celebrities so they get a ton of attention.

They all get jobs working at a nature reserve/park in Savannah after the World Championships (part time jobs). Kyoya is a park ranger, Demure is a tour guide, Nile is a cultural educator at the cultural center, and Benkei is a chef in the park building’s cafe.

Demure randomly started carrying a bat with xem. And no, xe will not ever explain how or where xe got it.

Kyoya randomly got really into rock climbing in Savannah and no they all do it as a way to hang out and do team bonding outside of just regular battle practice.

They get matching tattoos of their team crest over their hearts when they’re older.

When Kyoya got a pet cat they all begged him not to name it Lion, especially Demure. Kyoya proceeded to name it Simba, which is lion in Swahili... Demure’s first language. Demure is still annoyed by this.

They have a shared video folder of Kyoya doing cat-like things that they use as blackmail.

Demure is essentially the team parent and xe is so tired of Kyoya’s grumpiness, Benkei’s impulsiveness, and Nile’s complete disregard for their personal health at this point.

Nile is essentially a world class strategist and is amazing with planning battles or events.

They use wrestling matches to solve nearly everything from arguments to Kyoya sitting in the good spot on the couch and even just being bored. They always all end up laughing, even if they were originally fighting.

[ghost-bxrd]

okay so this is an idea I’ve seen brought up maybe once before, but maybe Jason (before the Bats find out who he is) accidentally lets something slip that makes them realize that he’s literally, like, a child (seventeen, sixteen, I’m not sure how old he is at that point exactly, but either works)

and Bruce “adoption addiction” Wayne promptly looks at this obviously traumatized teenager and decides that he should adopt Red Hood.

I just think Jason would be so confused (maybe a little pissed too)

I’ve touched on that a little bit in What you’re longing for (you claim to abhor)!

I think this trope is wayyy underrated. Like, Jason is still so, so young. Basically a child. Even if he died at sixteen and then spent two years with the league (even if we’re counting the time he spent dead as aging). He’s barely even legal when he returns to Gotham. Or if we’re being generous let’s say he’s nineteen.

Doesn’t matter, he’s barely out of his teens (maybe he’s still IN his teens if you bend the timeline of your fic a little) and he’s experienced horrors that would have most people become utterly unable to function. But Jason? That boy takes his trauma and channels it into anger. Which, not exactly healthy, but well.

Anyway, getting off topic:

YES. Jason is still basically a kid when he debuts as the Red Hood, and you know what else he is? A good boy who’s not gonna touch any alcohol until he’s officially 21.

“But why would he do that? He grew up in Crime Alley! Ain’t nobody got time for age limitations!”

Hear me out! Let’s assume he grew up in a household where his father, Willis Todd, drank quite a lot on the regular in addition to his mom’s addiction. Jason experienced the aftermath of this (perhaps domestic violence?) every time his dad returned from a job/jail and he grew to loathe any and all substances, including alcohol. Knowing Jason and his convictions it wouldn’t be too far fetched to assume he’d never touch a single drop of alcohol at all.

So that’s one way he could slip up while taking to his goons (and having the bats overhear) or even straight up talking to one of them where maybe Dick banters a bit and goes “Hey, perhaps you should chill out a bit. Have a drink maybe” and Jason just instinctively goes “Fuck you Dickwing, I’m seventeen/eighteen/nineteen! I’m not allowed to drink!”

And Dick just— bluescreens. And immediately goes to tell Bruce, obviously.

OR

The Bats assume Jason is this old guy (Bruce’s or Drathstroke’s age maybe) and consequently they keep alluding to things that happened way before Jason was ever even born and at first he’s so? Confused??? But eventually it just gets really annoying and eventually he just— snaps.

“How the fuck would I know which Nokia gen hit the market that year? I was born in fuckin’ XXXX, I’m an iPhone kid!”

“Stop referencing the Cold War dipshit, I’m fucking seventeen! I’m glad I remember my own damn birthday!”

“I don’t know, I was like— two back then.”

Bruce, obviously, would take .1 seconds to realize:

“Omg. That’s- that’s a whole child. That’s a whole damn TRAUMATIZED child, killing people and sawing off heads. Omg someone must have hurt him so bad. Don’t worry tho, son, Batman’s got you. You won’t have to hurt anybody ever again. We’re here for you. Would you like the room next to Tim’s or Dick’s?”

Meanwhile Jason: “what the fuck”

[wileys-russo]

r is a (new) worker in a cafe leah is a regular in. one day leah comes in with a few friends and some fans rush towards them trying to take photos or autographs. eventually the pile of people just kinda grow and block the entry . r sees this and shoos the group of people off for blocking the entrance. and leah is just there standing with that signature smirk admiring this girl who she's never seen before that's just saved her and her friends some time when leah is ordering she talks to r, thanking them for shooing the people off. (+ some teasing and friendly banter and stuff ) they have a small talk before leah's order comes in and she goes back to the table her and her friends in. before leah and her friends leave the musters up the courage to talk to you one more time, asking for your name, your number anything she could use to know you better. r teases leah and says something like "if i call you am i gonna just be 'one of your girls'?" something among those lines. sorry if this is a bit boring but i tried. i love your work btw keep it up!! you're doing amazing🙏

no p2 to this! just a cute little blurb one of your girls II l.williamson

"-and obviously you know how this works?" evelyn, your new boss, chuckled as she patted the top of the large espresso machine. "i certainly hope so." you grinned toothily, the older girl still walking you through it all quickly anyway.

"well, thats the tour over then. jobs yours!"

~

you survived your first few days unscathed, your work ethic and natural confident charm had you well liked among your coworkers and earned you regular hours as customers were showering your coffee with compliments.

the small cafe wasn't overly busy of an afternoon so you found yourself rostered mostly on mornings which you didn't mind, happy to start around five if it meant you could be home not long after lunch time and have the rest of your day as your own.

being one of the only cafe's on the street meant you had a large handful of repeat customers, and with your memory one of your best assets you knew most if not all of their orders off by heart by the end of your first week.

which is why your curiosity was peaked one morning when a group of girls you hadn't seen before came bundling in around seven in the morning, all in matching uniforms you assumed they were on a team of sorts but sports had never been of a great interest to you.

when your friends and peers were running around kicking a football or playing tag you had your head buried in a book or challenging someone to a card game, you were quite introverted until your teenage years and it wasn't until you left school all together that you came completely out of your shell.

as they all took turns ordering you clocked that there was a handful of different nationalities among them, australian, irish, british and something european you couldn't quite place.

they were all friendly enough though, two of them a blonde and a brunette leaning against the counter speaking with you as you made their coffees with a smile, all ordered at once under the same name.

"so which one of you is katie?" you questioned with a quirk of your eyebrow, the brunette sending you a grin. "that would be me, haven't seen you round here before though. you new?" katie questioned, irish accent thick and the grin never dropping from her face.

"could say that. been here a little over a week though and never seen any of you." you smiled back, leaning your head back a little as you frothed the milk and moved the wand out, hot steam flooding your vision.

"ahh see this is our regular spot but we've been jetsettin. famous footballers and all that!" katie winked as you hummed and the blonde beside her rolled her eyes.

"ignore her, if her head and her ego get any bigger she won't fit through the door!" the blonde nodded behind her as you laughed and katie pushed her.

"ah shove off russo. see ya round then new kid!" katie winked again, grabbing one tray of drinks as the blonde grabbed the other and sent you a smile, the other girls following out after them.

surviving the morning rush not long after you were taking a well earned break and sipping at a coffee of your own though you stood as a group of teenagers burst inside, their chatter filling the previously quiet room.

plastering a smile on your face you slipped your coffee beneath the counter and readied yourself to take their orders. as they rattled them off almost all at the same time you did your best to put them through, only missing two as you read them back.

half the group taking a seat a few of the girls hovered by the machine as you moved to start their order, your coworker dipping out back to toast the sandwiches ordered alongside the drinks.

"do you ever get arsenal players in here?" one of them asked as you gave her an odd look. "i don't really watch sports much, sorry." you shrugged honestly, that answer seeming to displease her as she frowned.

"like arsenal women, the football team? any of these girls?" you flinched back a little as another one of them shoved a phone in your face, eyes narrowing as they roamed the team photo in front of you, recognizing a few of the girls with katie this morning.

though sensing maybe there was something a little off with the request, you again shrugged. "don't really remember sorry, we get a lot of people in here, especially on a tuesday morning." you smiled politely as again the girls frowned, turning away from you as you focused on filling their order.

"all done!" you smiled as you slipped the last coffee into the tray, rolling your eyes as they grabbed them and gave you a weird look, hurrying over to their table.

it wasn't hard to know you'd been mentioned once or twice in their conversation as heads frequently turned to glance at you and you pretended not to notice, suddenly feeling like you were back in high school again.

you perked up as the bell for the door rang and a new group entered, but your eyes flickered over to the girls already sat down, recognizing one of your new customers to be in the same uniform as katie and her friends.

sure enough the moment the girls noticed they were up to their feet, crowding around the footballer who smiled politely and took a few photos, but you could see in her eyes that her smile never made it all the way there.

it would seem word traveled fast as within a couple of minutes a second group of teenagers appeared and you watched the blondes polite smile turn to a frown and though you couldn't hear what she was saying, you could see it wasn't being listened to.

brushing your hands off on your apron you hurried around the counter and toward the front door. "hey! if you're not a current customer, out." you warned sternly, raising your voice at the group and nodding for the blonde footballer to step inside.

"i said current." you repeated, blocking the second group of teenagers from entering as the blonde and her friends made their way to the counter. "our friends are in there, we're with them." one of the girls pointed out.

"your friends were just leaving, since their drinks and food are finished." you nodded to the empty plates and discarded takeaway cups sat on the table they'd abandoned.

"you can't kick us out." the girl from earlier frowned with a scoff. "i'm not kicking you out, but we have every right to deny service to people who don't know how to act with respect." you raised an eyebrow.

"and harassing footballers who are just trying to get a coffee doesn't sound very respectful, does it? they're humans too, so how about giving them a little privacy. feel free not to come back!" you nodded for them to move on after that, ignoring the insults thrown your way as you closed the door and headed for the counter, your coworker already taking their orders.

"nicely done, talk about an attitude problem." the girl chuckled as she handed you the order slip, sending you a wink and ducking out back as you sighed with relief it didn't seem you'd be getting in any sort of trouble.

"hey, thank you for that." you looked up to meet a confident smile and a set of bright blue eyes looking back at you. "no problem, but does that happen a lot?" you asked with concern. "more than i want. especially in the last year since the euros!" the blonde sighed with a slight chuckle.

"not a big sports fan, you might need to elaborate on that." you admitted with a smile, the blonde raising an eyebrow with a surprised look. "you don't know who i am?" she questioned but seeing the look on your own face she clearly rethought it.

"jesus that sounded self-absorbed. let me try again, i'm leah!" she held her hand out with a grin, you shook it and introduced yourself back.

"so, you're new around here right? i come at least four times a week with the girls normally and i've not seen you. i'd have remembered!" leah leaned against the counter, confident smile plastered back on her face again.

"seems to be the common theme. let me guess, you've been out of town jetsetting?" you chuckled as leah gave you an odd look. "some of your teammates were here this morning, katie said the same thing." you revealed as leah hummed thoughtfully.

"also seemed to like to think of herself as a big famous footballer, but she wasn't shocked i didn't know her though." you teased as leah playfully rolled her eyes.

"how about i take you for dinner as an apology?" leah asked somewhat hopefully, even surprising herself with the forwardness of her request. "so i can be one of your adoring fangirls? thats cute. but i don't date customers, leah." you smiled, sliding over the tray of coffees

"did you see me order these? they're not under my name, technically i'm not a customer." the blonde smiled charmingly and you shook your head amused at her persistence.

"mm you're drinking them here though? customer." you smiled back, nodding to her friends who were already sat down at a table eating food.

"it was nice to meet you leah, i'm sure i'll see you around."

~

turns out, it was a lot sooner than you thought.

that afternoon to be exact as you were out walking your best friends dog, having agreed to babysit her precious fur baby while she was away at a wedding for a few days.

you watched with an amused smile as bear raced after his ball, laughing as he nearly fell over his paws, the poor puppy growing at a rate which he couldn't seem to keep up with.

you jumped in surprise as suddenly a dog sprinted through your legs in a flash of tan fur, taking off after bear as you heard a groan behind you. "bella! come here, sit, stay, heel! oh fuck whats the word again?" you looked up to see a flash of blonde dart past you next.

"bear!" you whistled noticing the new dog sniffing him curiously, the chocolate labs head whipping toward you as you whistled again and he took off toward you, the new dog following eagerly after him.

as bear dropped in a sit by your feet you squatted down and carefully grabbed the new dogs collar, the owner racing over toward you as you checked the tag, bella.

"well aren't you lovely." you smiled, scratching behind her ears as she licked your hand making you laugh. "bella! we do not lick strangers its impolite." you looked up with a smile which was wiped away as bella's owner looked down.

"wow are you stalking me? crazy fangirl." leah tutted with a smirk as she clipped bella's leash back on and you scoffed. "i'm sure you'd like to think so, but i haven't even given you enough thought to google your last name." you hit back as she gasped and held a hand to her chest, bear running off again as bella tried to follow with a whine.

"my poor ego, that hurt." leah sighed with a shake of her head as bear returned, dropping his ball at your feet as you clipped his own leash back and slipped the ball into your pocket.

"i'm sure it'll recover when the next adoring fan asks you for a selfie. maybe next time i'll leave you to the wolves and just do my job." you smiled, starting to walk off as leah was quick to fall into step with you.

"you mean you're not a security guard?" leah spoke with mock surprise as you hummed. "only a lowly barista." you pouted sarcastically, bear and bella also walking in step.

"might be in the wrong profession, you're proper scary." leah smirked poking at your arm as you pushed her gently, not missing the sarcasm in her tone at the obvious height difference between you both, the blonde easily two heads taller.

"didn't see you complaining about the coffee so i don't think i've missed my calling." you laughed as leah shook her head. "wouldn't know, i had the hot chocolate. not the best i've had!" the blonde shrugged as you scoffed.

"well if you can run on a football pitch like you can run your mouth i'm sure you're just as famous and successful as you think you are." you hit back though the smile on your face betrayed the false offence in your tone.

"oh even more so! best in the world." leah stated dead seriously as you both exchanged a glance and her face broke into a grin, bumping her shoulder into yours.

"well. we're not in your workplace so i'm not a customer, can i take you to dinner? i'd ask you out for coffee but i don't drink it and i'm sure you think you're just as good at making it as i know i am at football." leah smirked and despite the cockiness you could see just a flicker of nerves in her eyes as you both stopped walking for a moment.

"are all footballers this insufferably self absorbed?" you questioned with a raised eyebrow. "only the really really talented ones." leah grinned cheekily, beanie sitting lopsided on top of her head as you smiled.

"fine, dinner. so i guess i have to give you my number then lily." you pulled your phone from your pocket. "leah." the blonde corrected as you exchanged numbers.

"oh was it? just such a forgettable name and face." you shrugged, both of your walking resuming as leah hummed. "cute." the blonde retorted with a smirk and a shake of her head.

"i am. and by the end of dinner maybe i'll have humbled you just enough that i might tolerate a second date with...sorry was it lucy? layla? luna?" you pondered with a frown as leah shoved you with a grin.

"leah."

[chalametluvrz]

jealousy looks good on you pt1

steve harrington x afab!reader

tags gender neutral pronouns. dormmate!steve. cocky!steve. boarderline fuckboy!steve. jealous reader. stubborn reader. very subtle mentions of sex. mentions of arguments. reader is in denial about their feelings. steve is pretty smug. teasing. angsty if you could even count it as that. tbh there's not much to tag lol.

note the entire piece is completely gender neutral, i only tagged it as afab just incase i do a part 2 with smut <33 so lmk if u’d be down for a part 2!!!

wc 1.1k

you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy living with steve; yeah, sure he was loud, he was annoying and you found yourself cleaning up after him on a regular basis, but he was a decent dormmate.

honestly, you were filled with anxiety when you first got told you'd be co-existing with steve-fucking-harrington for your first year of college. your entire high school career, he'd been the popular kid, extremely unaware of how he actually treated every other 'normal' person who just wanted to speed through their schooling years with good grades and then completely disappear from that shit-hole of a town.

but it turns out, he's not the super cool kid everyone jacked him up to be. if anything, he was a moron, a big clutz that could yap for hours on end if you let him.

but like i'd previously said; he was annoying. he was a pain in the ass a lot of the time. noisy at stupid hours in the morning. constantly distracting you when you're trying to study. loud conversations with whichever one-week girlfriend he had. always bickering with you over simple things like what's on the tv, whose chocolate is that in the fridge or how long each of you takes in the bathroom.

yet, amongst all that, there was still room in your heart to have a tiny little crush on him. which when you thought about it, was ridiculous, because you wouldn't even consider each other friends.

however, last night, you had a kind of big argument. it all started when you were trying to study and he was doing nothing but get on your nerves, purposefully trying to distract you all night, despite your constant pleading for him to stop because you had a big test coming up and you didn't want to fail.

somehow it led to him saying you were boring and stubborn, that all your studying is never going to guarantee you a ticket out of hawkin's after you graduate. and even after all that, he still managed to slip in that you have nothing going for you but your 'mediocre' intelligence and that's why you have never had many friends your entire life. which hurt. it hurt a lot.

big jerk, high school steve had suddenly made an appearance back in the room.

and to which, you responded by saying that it's not your fault he doesn't care about his academic achievements and that he'll be stuck in a dead-end job being a disappointment his entire life because all he cares about is getting his dick wet, and nothing else. which hurt him equally as much as he hurt you.

you hadn't spoken since, and just like steve had said; you're stubborn; so you didn't really plan to. thankfully, steve had early lessons today, whereas you had late ones so your paths had yet to meet. but you'd be lying if you said you weren't anxious about going back home after your 7pm lecture finished.

eventually that time arrived, and you were unlocking your front door, praying to whoever was up there in the clouds that steve was in his room so you could slip in and lock yourself away for the night.

little did you know, since he knew you were gonna have late lessons, he invited over a girl he'd been speaking to for.. what was it? literally less than a day.. to do 'certain' fun activities with. and steve thought this said girl would be able to slip out before you even arrived home, so you can imagine the shock on his face when he saw you standing in the doorway as he was kissing this girl goodbye.

you scoff a little at the sight. he was completely proving the point you made last night. he doesn't care about anything but getting his dick wet by every girl he speaks to.

"i.. um. i'll see you later, steve," the girl mumbled, hurrying out of the door because even an idiot could sense the tension between the both of you.

you roll your eyes a little before placing your bag and laptop on the kitchen island. not even speaking as you strolled past him.

"so what.. you're just not going to speak to me?" he asks, running one of his hands through his messy hair. and to that, you didn't respond. "y/n. seriously," steve continues, his voice showing a slight hint of aggression.

"yes, actually. i'm not going to speak to you," you reply bluntly, not even bothering to look up at him. you could feel some brewing in your stomach, like something was churning inside but you just didn't know what it was. all you knew was that it made you feel so anxious you wanted to throw up. it was obviously jealousy but you just couldn't bring yourself to admit it.

"you're speaking to me right now," steve smirks, cockily, knowing exactly how to get under your skin. you just glare at him and say nothing. "come on.. this can't be about our bickering last night?" he says, slightly astonished you were still holding that against him "you know i didn't mean it."

"well, maybe i did," you snap a little, gesturing towards the door and the girl that had just left.

steve chuckled a little at your words and rolled his eyes. "are you talking about her?" he asked, unable to contain his amusement towards the situation. "i.." steve started up, but then stopped the second he realised. were you.. jealous?

it caused him to smirk a little. you were jealous and that's why you were so worked up, and that's why you were so annoyed by him getting his 'dick wet' all the time.. because you were jealous but you were too caught up standing on your high horse to even allow yourself to believe that was true.

who would have guessed it, little y/n, the person who spends all day studying and worrying about their grades fancied steve. mr sleeps around and doesn't care about his grades. steve honestly found it all so funny, so much that he couldn't hold in a little laugh.

"what's so funny?" you say, getting defensive and his sudden burst of laughter.

"oh.. it's nothing," steve replies, deflecting your question.

"no. whats funny?"

"honestly, it's nothing, darling," he smirks, feeling progressively more pleased with himself as he saw your cheeks flush a little at the pet name. 'gotcha' he thought to himself. "don't you worry, i haven't got eyes for her," steve teases, his voice dripping with arrogance that made you want to smack the smug look off his face.

"and um.. y/n," steve says, turning to face you for just a moment. "jealousy looks so.. so good on you," he smirked, giving you a little wink before walking back into his room. leaving you dumbfounded and embarrassed that he was even able to notice.

[wowwforever]

POKEMON EVIL TEAMS RANKED BY HOW LIKELY I WOULD BE TO JOIN THEM

Team Flare

I'm not wearing that suit and I'm not changing my hair. Lysandre is easily the fucking dumbest antagonist and if their plan is successful either they're immortal and I have to live with these losers forever or the whole world dies and I have to live with these losers until I die.

Team Yell

This entire team is centered around having a parasocial relationship with a teenage girl. Also British.

Team Galactic

Similar horrible haircut, bad outfit, and death cult scenario to Team Flare. At least they're like a semi-actual company. I could maybe just go bald and get a regular job after the Poke-government liquidates Team Galactic LLC. But I legitimately think this would be the least fun evil company to work at. Imagine stealing some kids Pokemon but you get chewed out by fucking Galactic Admin Uranus because you forgot to fill out the Paperwork.

The Lame Part of Team Plasma

Okay so to clarify these are the people that actually believe in the Team Plasma shit, which means I'd probably be spit on in the streets while wearing chainmail in New York. Why the fuck would I wear Chain Mail on the East Coast? Do you know how much rust there is? Also I have to become a ginger and worship some green manchild as a monarch. At least they're not a death cult.

Team Rocket

This one is just being a criminal. Like, yeah, you get to steal Pokemon but there's no real advantages except the free gray boots. Probably does not pay well and Giovanni leaving kind of sent them spiraling. Plus they have a lot of Koffings in an underground base so you know there's like lung damage galore. The R stands for Respiratory Distress.

Team Aqua

I don't like the idea of being surrounded by the ocean and I do not like boats and submarines. I would actively join this to sabotage their plan. Also every other evil team has an actual place to put their Pokeballs but this one it seems like the plan is to just shove it in my underwear? ???

Team Star

I haven't actually played Scarlet and Violet because I recently learned I can legally drink. I think this one is the equivalent of a school club? So I'm not actually getting paid to do evil shit. I'd probably just join, like, DnD club or something.

Team Rainbow Rocket

I'd join this one just because I know it's going to fail. I mean, it's got like four people who explicitly just want to end the world in different ways. I'm just gonna join and steal pens and shit until it eventually crashes in on itself for infighting. I'd wear my gay-ass R shirt every june in line with a P, I, D, and E.

The Cool Part of Team Plasma

Fuck yeah. This is the Team Plasma that knows the shit Ghetsis is up to. I'd love to be in on the scheme, plus I don't have to wear chainmail. Downside is I'd probably get murdered or have to murder to stay in, and they have the biggest shot of accomplishing their goal. But Ghetsis is hot so that's a plus.

Team Magma

This one is because there's 0.0% chance this plan will work but I get to just hang out in these cute-ass hoodies and pet camerupts all day. Look at that outfit, I'd wear that all the time. That being said, would probably have to be a field guy. Their location is in a volcano. I'm gonna get a call that says 'Hey all of Team Magma's leadership died' and I'd have to get a job at like Poke7-11 with a major gap in my resume.

Macro Cosmos

This hardly counts as a villain team because they're just, like, security guards for a company whose CEO goes a lil nuts. This is like if you worked for Virgin Atlantic and Richard Branson decided to summon Satan. No one can really put that on you. You'd probably get paid ridiculous amounts of money for essentially doing nothing. Con is you'd have to live in Galar.

Aether Foundation

Working for the Aether Foundation is like doing an internship at Bell Labs or whatever. The evil shit is probably fixed by the end of the game and I could just go back to researching Rotom electromagnetic applications and have that 'week where we tried to fuck up reality' be a weird company thing we brush under the rug. The con is they have all white outfits so I can't eat spaghetti at work. But even if I left I could probably just use Aether Foundation as a decent enough jumping off point for any career.

Team Skull

Genuinely this is just goofing off with a bunch of scummy weirdos. I can respect that and their outfits are thankfully not skin-tight jumpsuits, but main I'd join because they all kind of suck. With the most moderate competency I could run Team Skull. Also Guzma. He's pretty hot.

[redwolfxx]

if he died

(Gun x reader)

Tw: death

Summary: Title

A/N: i'm a gun stan 🫣 can't help myself, he's too fine, sorry for all the angst - such a mood killer, gonna have to right something happier this makes me feel like 💩😭😭

If he was killed

It was late and he was still out. He'd normally be back by now, dragging himself in through the door, body, likely littered in cuts and bruises, nothing ever fatal. He'd walk in and lightly brush past you, kidding your forehead on his way to the bathroom to clean up.

But he wasn't. At first you'd try and reason with yourself, maybe the job was farther away than normal. Maybe he was out with Goo again at one of those god awful karaoke bars they'd try to drag you to.

But by now hours had passed and he still wasn't home. Texts and calls unanswered. You knew you couldn't ask Goo as the two weren't exactly on good terms at this point, but you didn't have another choice.

As you scrolled to his contact, the doorbell rang out through your apartment. Ah, he was home.

As you went to greet him you stopped. He has a key.

Quickly you go to grab the metal baseball bat you kept in the hallway closet. As you grew closer you carefully looked through the peephole.

It was Goo.

Hesitant, you opened the door. At first he didn't say anything, he wouldn't meet your gaze.

You tried to invite him in but he wouldn't even look up.

Eventually he looked up and opened his arms to hug you. Yes, Goo, hugging, you.

You begin barraging him with questions about what he was doing, why he was there, etc, and most importantly where was Gun.

But he wouldn't answer, his only response was to hold you tighter as you began crying out your questions, occasionally hitting his chest in a pathetic attempt to force him to say it, to tell you it was a joke.

But he didn't.

Once you had calmed down he had apologized out of pity.

After he left you closed the door behind him, locking yourself away.

Friends calls went unanswered and texts unread as you cried out for a ghost that wouldn't come home.

His lawyer would come one day, reading to you, his last wishes. Explaining how title transfers and money transfers to you would work.

At first you'd refuse telling him that Gun was alive and he must've gone into hiding and he'd be back. The man only looked at you with a gaze of knowing pity for you.

Eventually when affairs were settled you'd visit his grave in Japan, it was on his family home estate, that his father still owned. You'd met him a long time ago when you'd visited Japan with Gun. He had invited you up to see his final resting place to give you a chance to properly grieve.

You'd sat on the bench by his grave, it was fancy and expensive, not a speck of dust, not a mar of imperfection. It was him. With that you'd cry, you'd cry to him asking him why he'd go and get himself killed. Why he'd left you without saying goodbye. And you'd cry because you loved him. You'd cry because he'd never comeback, you'd cry because you could.

The attendants had left you to cry in peace, but you felt their gazes watching you, some pitiful, some criticizing, and some jealous. But you'd paid them no mind.

Once you had your good share of crying, you sat there. Starring at his name. Starring at him.

Eventually you'd return back to Korea, back to your shared apartment, back to the real world.

You'd have to go back to the same cruel routine without him to ground you. You'd have to go on alone.

If he died of natural causes

(be fr he has so many enemies 😭)

You'd grown old together, and had shared a life, a home, one love.

When the two of you were old enough you'd both move to Japan together where you'd work a regular 9-5 for a while, while he ran his Yakuza.

Eventually he'd convince you it was too dangerous to work without his protection and you'd retire to focus on your hobbies and spend his money as you wished.

You'd have kids together and you'd do your best to try and keep them away from what their father did but boys'll be boys and your son would be drawn to what his father did, and would become successor to Gun. Your daughter would go abroad to study, going on to work and start a new life in the States.

You'd grow old together, his love for you as obvious as ever and never growing thin. As they say, time makes the heart grow fonder, and it did. You'd enjoy dates to fancy restaurants and simple shops around the world.

You'd watch your kids have kids and you'd watch your son pry Gun away from the fighting and push him into retirement with you.

You'd buy a place in the country, away from the noise, away from people. You'd have a garden out front and a lake behind your place to yourselves. Occasionally friends and family would visit, and you'd find joy together in the peace.

Your home would be decorated with random wood figures he'd make in this newfound free time.

And eventually when the time was right the two of you would pass. Your final resting places next to each other for eternity. Whether he went first or you, didn't matter to time as the other of you two followed soon after.

You'd live lives without much regret, you had lived together and you had died together. Your love was eternal.

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Note: i love him so much i'm actually gonna lose it if he goes (no spoilers, im only up to date w the webtoon app chapters)

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I couldn’t get my earlier post out of my head, and then this happened so… I hope you enjoy a little famous!Eddie and dingus!Steve ficlet (ft platonic soulmate Stobin)

Part one | part two | part three

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Steve and Robin had lived in Indy all of their lives. They shared the same schools, same teachers, same jobs, it would never end. They were platonic soulmates in a way they understood but couldn’t explain to anyone else, and that was okay. It worked for them.

Since they graduated, they’d been ice cream scoopers, movie rental employees, pizza makers, delivery drivers, movie theater security, bartenders, and now - surprisingly - musicians.

They had originally started messing around with song covers during their bartending era. Every Thursday was karaoke night, and they were both too competitive to see it as anything other than a chance to win, both trying to upstage the other. After a while, Steve started writing songs in his free time and Robin wouldn’t let anyone but her sing them. She posted their songs on Tiktok and Instagram just to see what would happen, and eventually they made their way onto Spotify and other streaming services.

A few of their songs went viral enough that they had a steady stream of listeners, and spent their free time putting more and more songs together. Their boss even let them play live at the bar on Wednesdays (and of course they’re still just as passionate about karaoke night).

It was a few months into their Wednesday shows when he showed up. Eddie Munson. It was just another bar in Indy, just a stop on their tour, just a coincidence that he happened to choose Robin and Steve’s bar. Steve noticed him during their set, and he was so glad in that moment that Robin was the lead singer because he was absolutely sure his voice would have cracked. Corroded Coffin was one of Dustin’s favorite bands, the kid wouldn’t shut up about them any time a new album or single was released.

Steve knew they were in Indy on tour, he’d witnessed Dustin’s spiral about not being able to afford a ticket, but he couldn’t believe they stopped in this bar. Dustin was gonna freak.

Once Robin and Steve finished their set, they went back to the bar to resume their actual jobs and Steve was once again stunned when Eddie Munson walked right up to him for a drink. Obviously Steve should have expected that, what else was someone going to do at a bar? But seeing someone he knows from the multiple posters plastered over Dustin’s bedroom wall, right in front of him - in the flesh, was beyond anything he could have predicted. Internally, he was absolutely freaking out.

Externally, he tried to keep his professional mask on. Munson was a regular customer, just a guy buying a drink, Steve could handle it without a meltdown. But man was the guy attractive. His band tee was ripped at the hem, jean vest with all its pins and buttons catching the light, and Steve could see the tendon in his neck pull as he laughed at something his band mate next to him said. Steve wanted to bite it.

He finished a customer’s drink, collected their card, and braced himself as Munson stepped up to the bar, a dimpled smile on his face that made Steve’s heart flutter like a dying butterfly in his chest.

“Nice set, man, your friend’s voice is gorgeous,” he said. “Can I get three rum and cokes?”

Grabbing three glasses from the bar, Steve began on the drinks. “Absolutely,” he said, his smile probably nowhere near Eddie’s level. “Are you here often, or just visiting?” Steve asked, attempting to play it cool, like Eddie was just any other person. This is ridiculous, Steve’s gonna throw up. Keep calm.

Eddie looked him up and down and smirked, “Just visiting for the weekend,” he said. A growing lump in Steve’s throat made him want to scream ‘I know!!! I know why you’re here!!! I know who you are!!! Hi!!!’ but he shoved that down as far as it could go, ready to choke on it if need be.

Steve set the finished drinks on the bar in front of Eddie, the musician handing over his card in exchange. “Open or closed?” He asked.

“Open. So, are those songs originals?” Eddie leaned into the bar, putting his face just a bit closer to Steve’s. He was gonna have a heart attack before the night was over, for sure, if Eddie kept this up.

“Oh, yeah, I uh… I wrote them,” Steve stuttered out. This was insane, he could pinch himself, there was no way this situation was happening. Eddie was gorgeous, dimples firmly in place because he wouldn’t stop smiling or smirking, his curls just begging for Steve to bury his hands in them and bring their faces closer. If Steve hadn’t been on the receiving end of hundreds of Dustin’s rants about Corroded Coffin, he knows he’d still want to drag Eddie out back and see what those lips tasted like, if they felt as much like sunshine as they looked.

Eddie nodded appreciatively and looked Steve up and down once again. “I’d love to hear more some time,” he said as he turned to leave, three glasses balanced in his hands.

“Well there’s karaoke here tomorrow night,” Steve blurted out, all attempts at remaining calm flying out the window because was that Eddie flirting with him? How did we get here? “You could stop by if you’ve got any free time.”

Eddie laughed, amusement flickering in his eyes and suddenly Steve remembered chasing fireflies in Robin’s backyard when they were kids. He started walking backwards towards his friends, “I’ll see what I can do!” he said with a raised voice, flashing one more smile that made that butterfly in Steve’s chest absolutely flip out. He was frozen in place, the shock of the whole situation settling deep in his bones. Honestly, Steve wasn’t sure he was still alive. Did he choke somewhere between the stage and the bar? Did he even make it to work in the first place? What day was it?

“Earth to Dingus!” Robin shouted at the other end of the bar. “A little help here?” she frantically gestured around her to the rising number of patrons.

A pretty decently sized mob was forming around the bar, snapping Steve out of his rock-star-induced-coma. He could freak out later in the privacy of his own home, right now he had work to do. And if his brain short circuited every time Eddie ordered drinks, that was nobody’s business but his own (and Robin’s).

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Thank you so much for the encouragement !

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Excuse Me, Miss? Chapter 2

masterlist, part one, part three, part four

summary: Neighbor turned business partner, romantic or conflict of interest?

word count: 1.14k

tw: angst, eventual smut, conflict of interest, alcohol consumption, & hopeless feeling.

pairing: Neighbor/BusinessPartner!Abby x NepoBaby!Reader

“Excuse me, Miss?” Your reminiscing is interrupted by a familiar voice. You turn around to lock eyes with none other than…Abby? After standing there trying to piece together a valid reason Abby had business at your dad's company. You never found one…this is also when you realize you didn’t know much about her and lowkey could’ve gotten kidnapped last night. Cheers to impulsive, alcohol-influenced actions…right?? 

“What are you doing here?” You say with a slightly dropped jaw and raised eyebrow. “I have a…uh-” Whatever Abby was going to say gets cut off by your father entering the room, standing beside Abby, and putting a hand on her shoulder. “I see you’ve met my daughter..” Your father says clenching his jaw, you can practically hear his teeth grinding.

“D-daughter?” Abby says, widening her eyes as she stammers over her words. Your father nods confirming Abby’s worst fear, looking at you both as silence fills the room. “Well, we have a business meeting.” He says motioning Abby towards a chair, which was also a polite “get the fuck out.” 

You took that and ran with it literally, clocking out and booking it to the parking garage where your car was. After getting in you take the biggest exhale of your life swearing you could rip your hair out follicle by follicle.

Starting up the car ready to get in bed and sulk you get a knock on your window, rolling it down you meet gazes with Abby again. She cast quite the shadow being that your car was slightly low to the ground, she looked relaxed with one hand in her pocket looking down at you with those eyes. 

“I was just gonna ask- um…if we could talk tomorrow?” She says nervously, slightly taking a step back as she scratches the back of her neck. “Uhh sure yeah.” You say letting a yawn escape showing how exhausted you were. You both bid your goodbyes as Abby takes a step back watching you drive out of the parking spot. 

Waking up in the sunlight is therapeutic to others, especially with the view in your bedroom but to you, it’s just another sunrise.

You felt it was time to try something different since you hadn’t sipped tequila a whole day. Everything has been giving you a fresh start kind of feel. New “job”, new things, new skills, even a new milf next door. Isn’t life beautiful?

While sitting in the living room deciding what to watch for your employee holiday. Yesterday when they told you it was an employee holiday you had to google what that was because you thought regular employees worked year round.

You decide to cook yourself for once, but you never really took it upon yourself to cook, often ordering takeout or just eating chips and liquor. 

However, you do have a couple of recipes locked into your brain from when your mother used to cook with you as a kid.

You always feel cozy from most of her recipes even the simple ones, she always adds her twist on everything. Even to this day, you have a positive view of her to which your dad has never taken a likeness.

Nevertheless, this day isn’t about the past it’s about relaxation-. You quickly stopped in your tracks realizing Abby hadn’t crossed your mind once since you’d risen out of your bed. 

It takes you two plates of food and a few seasons of The Walking Dead to finally come up with a justifiable reason for why Abby had any business at your dad's company, let alone a meeting.

During the time you were helping her move boxes into her place, you saw some boxes marked work supplies. Maybe she was there negotiating or even offering something. It wasn’t rare for smaller companies to try and use your dad as a way to the top or to even skyrocket sales. 

Knocks at your door making you jolt up, pausing the TV show that earlier had your gears going. Having a gut feeling about who was on the other side of the door you found it best to not contemplate and just act so you opened the door with the fakest smile you could force out.

Abby’s facial expressions were caught off guard if anything. “Hey…is now a good time or? I could always come back later-” She practically vomited out. “You’re fine, come in,” You say, stepping aside and letting a grin creep up on your face.

You gestured Abby towards a cozier room with a fireplace, you’d just finished renovating it so why not show it to someone and get your money's worth?

As you two sat down an awkward space in between you two, which honestly made the decorations on the fireplace all the more interesting. “I’m guessing you want to know why I was at Ray's- Your father's workplace,” Abby said, you responding with an eager nod. 

The first-name basis makes the situation seem way deeper than it seemed on the surface level. “Well I own a few small companies and he was thinking of taking a small percentage of my shares.” She says searching for any sign of discomfort in your eyes.

You hum hoping to keep the conversation from souring again but that seems impossible with the way she's scooting closer to you and soul-searching in your irises. 

This alone pushing nothing but heat to your core has you looking in any other direction but her face. “Hey, you haven’t told me why you were there?” Abby questions looking a little more amused than you’d like.

“My dad has me covering for a worker there so…” You say rather blankly. Abby, catching on that you would rather not elaborate further, didn't push or press any more buttons. Instead, she gave you an invitation to an art gallery that was happening later in the day. 

Kindly taking the invitation she shows herself out as you race to your office so you can see what people wear to art galleries.

Quickly choosing Pinterest as a way to pinpoint things you can incorporate into the outfit. Sighing, shutting off your computer, and seeing your reflection on the monitor gives you the grounding you so badly need. 

What if this was just a friendly invitation…or better yet a pity one. Maybe she wanted to make a good impression on you hoping you’d run back to your father and report.

Trying to stay on the positive side of things you tell yourself she probably just wants to get into your good graces in general. Hoping that today will be you, wine, great art, and a milf. God bless America.

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(divider by @gigittamic)

[chaotic-mystery]

Pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader

Summary: The next morning you wake up confused about the previous night. You have to start making your life better, and doing tequila shots the first night home didn’t help.

Content warnings: eventual smut, 18+ only mdni!, eventual smut, mean Joel, enemies to lovers, daddy issues galore, swearing, hangovers, red thongs trying to be stolen, reader tried to smack Joel but that didn’t end good, Joel was nice for like 2 seconds, then mean Joel came out.

Word Count: 3.3K

A/N: Thank you all for the patience with me on this! I’m so ready to continue and show you were this is going. I love you. Enjoy 🖤

With the morning sun pouring into your small bedroom window, you felt a leg under yours, brows furrowed at the spare body parts. Fuck. What did I do last night? You lift your head and turn it to the right, noticing the messy head of black curls and suddenly your eyes go wide. Tommy. Did I fuck Tommy last night? Soft snores came from his body while he lay there completely unaware of your internal panicking. 

Tucking in your arms under you to give you a boost up and out of bed, Tommy rolls over and grabs the pillow, suffocating it between his arms and chest. As you stand there with your hand covering your mouth, you wondered just how you got yourself into this mess. Maybe it was the tequila shots, maybe it wasn’t. Who’s to say? 

It was in fact, the tequila shots. 

How could you have been so careless, having sex with the second good looking guy you laid eyes on the moment you got back home. First, first good looking guy you laid your eyes on. 

The bathroom door closes behind you and you press your back against it, mind racing at how to handle this whole situation. Your feet tapped against the cold tile as you paced back and forth. 

What were you going to tell Tommy when he woke up thinking you wanted to be something, expecting to be a regular sleeper in your bed? 

Your hand covers your mouth in disbelief. What the fuck am I gonna do?

A deep breath enters your lungs as a boost of confidence that you can be straightforward with him about this. I’ve got this. You grab the doorknob and turn it to open the door, head poking out first to find Tommy still snoring away. He didn’t move one bit. Lightly tapping his shoulder, you grew impatient at the efforts going to waste. This wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to go job hunting today, like you promised yourself you would. 

With your bunny slippers trampling through the damp grass to Joel’s front door, you adjusted and tightened your robe only about a million times to make sure nothing was showing or sticking out. It was already 9:33 A.M, surely Joel has been awake for hours, right? He’s an older man and they are always up early for who fucking knows what. With your hand switching from beating on the door and ringing the doorbell, someone was bound to answer. The front door flies open to a very grumpy looking Joel, yanking down the rest of his shirt to cover his abdomen. 

“Can you please come get your brother from my bed? I need to go job hunting today and he isn’t waking up. It may have something to do with the tequila shots.” You scratched the back of your neck, too embarrassed to look at him.

A scoff leaves his lips and he shakes his head slowly. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Talk to me all crazy n’ shit last night but now you need my help for your benefit? And for the record, I don’t doubt he’s still sleeping. I fuckin’ heard you two going at it all night after I specifically told you not to keep me up all night. So no, I’m not helping. See ya.” The door was just about closed when you put your hand between it and the door frame to make Joel choose whether or not he wanted to crush your hand. 

“Move. Your hand.” His nostrils flared slightly, his eyes shooting daggers into you. 

“No. Come get your brother or I’ll make being my neighbor a living hell for you.” No more jokes, no more bullshit was coming from you. If you didn’t find a job soon, you’d just be giving your dad more ammunition to use in the future when he talks about how disappointed he is with you. 

Joel’s fingers tapped against the door while he contemplated if he wanted to get roped into this or not. “I swear to fuckin’ god little girl, this better be the first and last time I’m gonna have to do this. Don’t drag him into your shit.” With one swift move he was walking down the porch steps on his way to your bedroom, muttering some bullshit under his breath. When he reaches your room he notices the door slightly shut and he looks to you to tell him to go in. “He’s not..naked…is he?” He whispers to you.

“Not that I’m aware of…but now that you mention it I don't remember honestly.” You whispered back, staring at the ground. 

The amount of restraint Joel had to use to not shout at you right then and there for not remembering was astronomical. His calloused palm flies to his forehead and smacks it roughly. “You are a pain in my fuckin’ ass and you haven’t even been here a week!” He whispers louder at you as he shoves the door open and takes a few steps inside. With his hand covering his eyes in case his younger brother's bare ass was out, he stopped where he felt was the middle of your room. 

“Tommy, get up. Cmon. Get dressed. Up, let’s go.” His foot reached out until it stopped on the box spring and he nudged it a few times to get Tommy moving. Soon enough Tommy rolled over and took the sheet with him, his black boxers poking out slightly. 

“Would you stop, he’s not naked.” You hiss and yank Joel’s hand off his face. A small gasp came from him as he opened his eyes and was met with a still half asleep Tommy. 

“Tommy, let’s go man; wake your ass up!” Joel groans and shakes the hell out of his shoulder, obtaining groans from his brother. 

He turns his head upwards to look at Joel, eyes slowly blinking open. “Joel? What’re you doin’- wait, did we tag team her like we did that one g-” His words were immediately ceased with Joel’s hand covering Tommy’s lips quickly, loud shushing drowning out his voice. “Get up, we’re leaving so Miss princess can go find a job and be a productive member of society like the rest of us common folk.” Joel bent down and threw whatever clothes were in a pile by his feet at Tommy, hoping and praying he’d get dressed and they can get the hell outta there and Joel can get on with his day. 

“This isn’t mine, but I’d love to keep it..” Tommy held up your red thong from the previous night's escapades and your face got feverish to the touch, your hands covering your face to shield you from the embarrassment. 

Joel smacks the back of his head and tells him to knock it off. “Hurry up, I’ll be back at the house. He turns to look at you who still had your face covered. With a firm bump of his forearm against yours, you lowered them and sighed. 

“For your sake and mine, don’t invite him over again. Next time he’s your problem to deal with.” Surprisingly to you his tone wasn’t harsh for once, more of a sympathetic ring to it this time. 

“Ye-yeah I won’t. Thanks again.” Taken aback by his semi sweet piece of advice, you nodded towards the door. “I should let you out so you can get back to your day.” With your hands in your back pockets as you walked him to the front door, you could still hear Tommy stomping around upstairs, trying what sounded like putting on his shoes. You looked at your phone to see if you missed any new texts from your dad, not a single message. You told him you’d be finding a job today but did he care to respond, tell you good luck, anything? No. Why would he? Joel must’ve been able to tell something was wrong because his frame softened along with his face, brows unfurrowed. 

“You uh..you okay?” He asked, cocking his head to the side just a tad to see your face while you looked at your phone. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” you coldly answer, pushing the front screen door open for him. He wanted to press the situation further but stopped himself. It was no secret you were bothered by something but he couldn't guess what it was. “I’m going to your dads here in a bit to talk about where he wants this fuckin’ pool for Janet.” His brown eyes rolled slightly as he let out a breathy chuckle. With his hand pressed against the screen door to prop it open and walk out to the porch, Joel stops and stands still for a moment before turning back around to look at you. 

“You sure nothin’ is wron-” 

He was cut off by Tommy marching down your stairs to the front door, stopping in front of you. “You, little lady. No more tequila shots for me, ever again.” He laughs, his gorgeous smile playing to his lips. Your stomach started to turn and have a funny feeling inside. Maybe it was the fact you really weren’t all that interested in Tommy. Yeah you banged him last night, but before that happened you two sat up for hours and talked while pouring sloppy shots of more tequila. He told you about him and how he worked so closely with Joel, his beautiful niece Sarah and how she was like the daughter he never had. 

“So maybe I’ll see you later?” The eagerness in his voice was so prominent it hurt that much more. “Uhh..maybe. We’ll talk soon, promise.” 

You kiss his cheek and send him and Joel on their way back across the grass to Joel’s house. 

Frustration and confusion course through your veins while you press your back against the front door, trying to make sense of what’s happened within the last 48 hours. It was almost 10:30 when you realized you should probably wash yourself before you go out all afternoon. 

With just enough time to spare to smoke a cigarette to calm your nerves before leaving the house, you look over to Joel’s driveway and see his truck is gone. He was probably at your dads house by now, telling him all about this morning and how you’re the worst neighbor already. Who cares what your dad has to say to that though, you’re a grown ass adult and you can do what you want. 

You smooth your hair down one last time in the reflection of the window before you flick the half smoked cigarette and blow the smoke from your mouth. Reaching into your purse you pull out the squashed packet of gum that was half gone. The sweet notes of mint dance to your nose as you unwrap the piece and toss it in your mouth, discarding the paper back into the package. Still no message from your dad the last time you checked. You probably should’ve never messaged him about it, he was never going to care like he pretends. Getting in your car and cranking the air and still painfully getting used to the heat once again, you put on your music and begin driving around all over town to find a decent job somewhere in this hellhole.

With the afternoon sun slowly going down, you huffed as you sunk back into your car after being denied from the seventh business to get a job. You could feel your luck fading with every declining response, the fear of being more of a disappointment creeping up on you like a scary shadow in the dark. The warm steering wheel held your head as you leaned forward to take a breath. 

Back at your dad’s house, Joel’s putting his things away back in his little tool bag he carries in his truck for shit like this. He hates being unprepared, it’s not a good look for himself. 

“So have you talked to your daughter recently?” Joel casually brings up as he puts away his tape measure. 

“Yeah, she texted me earlier this morning about finding a job but I don’t know about all that. She’s not what these people are lookin’ for. She’s always late and she flakes, she can never amount to anything and she doesn’t put her mind to it. She quits when the going gets tough, s’why she ran away from here all those years ago to follow her mother across the country. Told her it was a stupid idea and she’d regret it and now look where she’s at. Back here in Texas with me.” Your dad laughs like anything he just said was remotely funny. Joel stopped putting tools away the moment your dad started to talk shit about his own flesh and blood, the only one of his kids that continues to acknowledge his existence. Even though Joel was still very pissed about last night and this morning, he didn’t think it was right for your dad to be talking about you like that, especially to him, a complete stranger to you. 

He had to bite the inside of his cheek as he thought long and hard about what to say next. 

“But you did respond and tell her good luck or somethin’ right? Sure she’s nervous and it sounds like she wants to get it right this time.” He looks over at your dad who was watching the birds fly away from the trees, his red polarized sunglasses he got from the gas station years ago shielding his eyes from Joel’s. 

“No, I didn’t. She’ll be fine. Can’t hold her hand forever Joel. Plus I don’t know if they’d want her to work for them. They all heard the same thing I told you, can’t help that I know everyone in town and they wanna know my life.” He laughs again and Joel can feel his jaw clench together. 

“Alan, man cmon that’s messed up. You just said you can’t hold her hand forever but you aren’t helping her grow up either by doin’ that.”

Your dad just waves Joel off and chuckles, turning to look at him, “She’ll be fine.” Something told Joel you wouldn’t be though. 

On your drive home you skipped going back to your cozy hideaway and opted for the bar from last night, just having a taste for a beer. A single beer, no more tequila shots…for now. You sit down on the stool and turn yourself until you’re facing the bartender who just happened to be Michelle. There was a gnawing feeling at you, like you needed to apologize for putting Joel in a funk last night. 

“What can I getcha sweeth-” Her words silenced when she was face to face with you. Giving her a small wave, you took a deep breath, trying not to mix up your words. “I think we got off on the wrong foot and I’d really like to start over. I didn’t mean to step on your toes last night about your bar. I think it’s cute and for the record, Joel isn’t watching over me, he’s my dads best friend and yes we’re neighbors but I don’t want to fuck him and he doesn’t want to fuck me- he actually can’t even stand to be around me and that’s mutual so I-” 

“Okay, enough- stop it!” Michelle raises her voice and looks at you closely. 

“What do you care if I like you or not darlin’?” 

Your fingers comb your hair back and fall to the bar top, smoothing over an imperfection you managed to find. “I don’t want bad blood with anyone, that’s all. I’m already having a tough time finding a job and my dad- I’m sorry. I don’t mean to dump my problems onto you. I just don’t want the list of people wishing to see me fall on my ass grow. She was pouring you a diet coke and tossed a little straw in it, setting it down in front of you before leaning on her hands that were on the curve of the bar top. 

“You said you needed a job?” The fizzy drink rolls down your throat and you nod fast. You can see she’s thinking of something in her head, the way she's biting at her fingernail slightly and her eyes are scanning back and forth.

“Come back tonight for training and wear something sexy but nothing too crazy..it’s a bar not a porno.” Michelle raises an eyebrow at you and walks to the back with empty bottles, leaving you sitting in the stool alone and your half drank coke dripping with condensation. With your lips fishing for the straw, you sucked the rest of the liquid down and left a ten dollar bill under the cup and immediately got into your car to drive home. 

As you pull up to your house, you notice Joel’s truck is still gone, and no Sarah in sight. Wonder where she is…

Almost all of your clothes were tossed onto the floor while you tried to piece together a cute outfit. You landed on a black pleather halter top with laces in the front and black skin tight pleather pants. The black cowgirl boots your mom got you as a joke were finally making their way out of the box and onto some concrete. As you curled your hair and put it in a messy Pam Anderson inspired bun, you felt sexier than ever in weeks, maybe months. Bartending was all new to you but you’d like to think you learned new stuff quickly. With all of your touchup makeup packed away and about ten sprays of body spray, you were ready. 

The gravel in Joel’s driveway crunched under his tires and he put it in park. You peaked from the bathroom window so he wouldn’t see you, it looked like he was on the phone. 

Your chunky boot heels thump against the stairs and off you were out the door, ready to go to the first job you’ve been scared of doing. You cover your eyes from the warm setting sun and look at Joel through his truck window. He sighed and got out, immediately growing and looking away. “Where in the hell are you going? You better not be goin’ to Tommy’s I swe-” 

“Uuugh nooo I’m not and if I was, who are you to stop me?” You fire back, your purse dangling slightly. 

“Hey! I’m just trying- you know what? Forget it. How did the um..job hunting go?” Still not looking directly at you but in your direction, you told him how shitty it was. “Well um ya see..”

“But it’s totally okay because I stopped at Michelle's bar on the way home and she offered me a job. That’s where I’m going right now actually!” The excitement dripping from your words was like nails on a chalkboard to him considering how wide his eyes got. 

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ jokin’. You can’t seriously be working there?” He rubs his eyes out of frustration and groans loudly. Your smile slowly faded and you could feel the fiery ball of anger growing inside you. 

“What is the fucking issue?”

“Do you have to be everywhere in my life every damn time I turn around, Jesus christ! I mean, the first night you’re here you’re dumped on me and then you bang my brother, insult my girl’s bar and then turn around and work there? What goes through your fucking head sometimes?”

He puts his hand on his hips and stares at you, waiting for some sort of answer. You meet him halfway in the grass right on the property line and raise your hand to smack him for talking to you like that when he catches your wrist in midair, shoving it back down to your side.

“Fuck you! I didn’t ask for him to dump me on you! Newsflash, you’re friends with a dickhead! Michelle was the one who hired me and last time I checked it’s her bar, old man. Not yours. See you fucking never, asshole.” Just when you felt a sliver of hope of maybe ever mending this weird thing with Joel, he shoves his foot in his mouth and misspeaks, taking you right back to square one of not liking him. 

[syrupfog]

Infiltrating the Marines is honestly pretty par for the course, at this point. Penguin might even say it’s a bit BORING. 

Actually, there’s no “might” about it. It’s INCREDIBLY boring, and tedious, and Penguin is pretty sure that even if he had started as a marine, he would’ve defected to piracy by now. 

Like, gods above, Law’s only directed them to be here for three weeks, but three days in and Penguin is considering causing some trouble just to feel ALIVE. 

It doesn’t help that Shachi ended up filtered into a department on the far end of the base.

So here Penguin is, bored out of his mind and serving SLOP in the canteen. SLOP. Like, this is a downgrade from gruel. Have Marines never heard of spices? 

“Cadet,” a very boring Commander says, turning to Penguin as Penguin hurries to put down his ladle and salute.

“You’ll be delivering meals to the brig today,” the Commander says. 

Penguin’s eyes—hidden under his cap, of course—light up. “Yes sir,” he says. He has no idea where the brig is. 

Laden with a full cart of slop, he then proceeds to get hopelessly lost. The place is labyrinthine.

When he locates the brig, the Junior Lieutenant at the door keys him in, and Penguin finds him in a significantly dimmer hall of cells. 

He hands bowls of slop through the bars of a number of sad looking prisoners that he can only imagine are hapless unlucky pirates.

But at the very end of the hall, in the last cell— well now, this is a surprise. 

“Oh,” says Penguin brightly. “You’re the Massacre Soldier.” 

The Massacre Soldier has several more chains on him than most of the hapless pirates. He’s still got his mask on, at least.

“How… are you going to eat this?” Penguin asks. 

The Soldier, who had been doing a decent job pretending Penguin isn’t there, turns toward him. “Like a fucking dog, I suppose,” he rumbles in a deliciously low voice. 

“Well that’s no good,” Penguin says. “I’ll find a straw.”

He wanders off to find a straw. 

It takes a while. The marine base has apparently become “eco conscious” so there are no plastic ones, but he eventually comes upon a metal one. Well. Possibly it’s a small metal pipe, but close enough. 

The lieutenant doesn’t question it when he returns. Dang, these guys really need to work on their security. 

“Here you are!” Penguin says, sticking the straw in the slop and sliding it forcefully in his direction. 

“…Thanks,” The Massacre Soldier says, sounding somewhat confused. As Penguin is leaving, he hears the Soldier say, “I’ll kill you last.” 

That’s nice, Penguin thinks. Very kind of him. 

Penguin ends up taking meals to the brig on the regular. It’s a nice change of pace, and he learns to hide straws in his uniform. USUALLY The Solider gives them back, but a few are missing.

It’s two and a half weeks into his three week stay when Penguin’s very boring routine is interrupted by explosions. 

Ah, Penguin thinks, finally some excitement. 

Unfortunately that excitement comes with a little more chaos than expected, and he gets caught up in a crowd of

panicked cadets running every which way. Penguin has to work against the flow because he’s pretty sure the most dangerous place right now is going to be wherever the marines are exiting. 

And the most interesting will be the Brig.

He’s almost down there— the halls here are much more deserted— when another explosion sounds and the walls around him crumble. Penguin lets out a muffled shout as he’s brought down by a pillar collapsing directly on top of him. 

Shit. 

That fucking hurts.

He can’t move, can’t lift it from where it’s crushing his abdomen. There’s definitely some cracked ribs. 

Ah Shit. Law’s gonna kill him if he dies. 

Suddenly, his attention is taken up by the sound of heavy footsteps coming toward him. 

The Massacre Soldier and Eustass Fucking Kid

“I’ve got the twerp,” Kid says. 

“Wait,” The Soldier shouts, putting his hand out. 

He points at Penguin. “Straw Guy,” He says. 

Well. 

“That’s me,” Penguin groans. 

The Soldier, still at a run, fucking KICKS the pillar to pieces and grabs Penguin around the middle, hoisting him under his armpit. 

“Demeaning,” Penguin wheezes. 

“Hello??” Kid screeches. 

“Straw Guy,” The Soldier says to Kid, pointing with his free hand at Penguin. 

His free hand which, it turns out, is covered in blood and has four metal straws between the fingers. A makeshift weapon.

“You can’t just bring a pet marine home, Killer” Kid yells as they run. 

“Mine,” Killer says. He’s POUTING. 

“If it helps,” Penguin speaks up, “I’m actually a pirate.” 

They stop briefly to kill some loose marines. 

“That doesn’t help,” Kid says.

“Yes it does,” Killer argues. He pats Penguin’s hat with his bloody hand. 

Kid screeches in frustration. “Fine!” He yells. “Take home your fucking pet pirate.” 

“Thank you,” Killer singsongs. They have to stop to murder some more marines and Penguin sees his straws at work.

Its gruesome. 

Finally they emerge into sunlight at the top of the base, Kid’s ship looming over them. Penguin wonders if Shachi’s waiting for him. Hopefully not. He’s indisposed. 

Killer carries him onto the ship and, only stopping briefly to dispose of the straws, goes straight down into the depths of it. 

Penguin finds himself shortly thrown on a messy, unmade bed. 

“You get your own room?” He asks. 

“First mate privilege,” Killer says, and then he’s on top of him, one LARGE hand covering Penguin’s eyes. There’s a thunk, and then lips meeting his own. 

It’s an odd experience to be passionately kissed with your eyes forcefully covered. Penguin’s not against it, though. 

When Killer breaks the kiss, Penguin says, “Could’ve just gone for a blindfold.” 

“Haven’t done laundry, Straw Boy,” Killer says. “And maybe I like the feel of your lashes.” 

Ohhhhh that’s. Penguin blushes. “I’ve got a name,” he says after the next time Killer’s mouth disconnects from his. 

Killer hums in response, chasing his lips. 

“It’s Penguin,” Penguin gets out.

Killer pauses. 

He sits back. 

He inadvertently puts pressure on Penguin’s face, pushing him against the bed, and Penguin groans in protest. 

“The heart pirates?” Killer asks. 

“You’ve HEARD OF ME?” Penguin squeaks. 

“…that’s a yes,” Killer says. Then he’s kissing Penguin again.

Then he’s moving down, sucking a bruise into Penguin’s neck, and only disconnecting long enough to say, “Kid’s going to kill me when he finds out.” 

“As long as he doesn’t— kill ME,” Penguin complains, writhing under Killer’s teeth. 

He feels Killer grin against his neck.

“I’ll let your uptight captain know where to find you in the morning,” Killer says. 

“He’s not uptight,” Penguin argues (lies). But then Killer’s working hickies into his neck again and Penguin decides he’s just going to embrace being Straw Boy. Until morning, at least.

[medusas-daughter]

this has been on my mind for a while and I could very well be way way off so take it with a grain of salt or as a fun fanfic plot bunny (please tag me if you use it I'm running out of fics to read) but here we go Kathryn Hahn has said that Rio has secrets of her own but none were revealed by the finale she looks like a regular ex-wife who was driven slightly unhinged by grief and heartbreak but overall she looks like she has the moral high ground over Agatha she was only doing her job but based on Kathryn's comment and how fast Rio gives in to Agatha's accusations and demands to never see her again what if Rio is hiding something what if she's carrying a guilt not even Agatha knows about what if Agatha thinks Nicky is their little miracle magic baby they accidentally made from scratch but Rio planned it what if Rio needed a child and used Agatha and by used I don't mean the entire relationship was a con to get a baby or anything I think she very much fell in love and when she needed a child who better than her beloved to have one with but she's Death and has been for millions of years she underestimated grief because she has never known it she assumed Agatha would get over the "death" of her kid like all mortals do eventually but Agatha nurses her grudges like no one else so Rio carries this guilt of having put Agatha through agony and not having told her to whole truth about where Nicholas is now because why keep the name Nicholas Scratch that has been associated with the devil in so many folklores and keep the connection to the comic character if they're only gonna have him die an ordinary death at 6 years old what if he was always meant to be Death's child and rule over the Underworld but Rio was too worried about Agatha's reaction so she let her have 6 years with him which made him sick because he was never meant to be so long among the living and she kept it a secret all along and that's the reason behind her guilt

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Could I have a treat with the young O'Carrick kids? :D

"Be careful! You're gonna get us caught!" Young Ferris whispered feircly to his brother.

"I've done this more times than you have idiot," Halt replied. Ferris looked at him in shock.

"You've done this before?"

"Yes," Halt replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Lessons are boring."

Their younger sister Caitlyn looked at Halt offended. "You've gone without us?" She asked huffily.

Halt ruffled Caitlyn's slightly curly hair as he replied, "No offense Cait, but I didn't trust a five year old to sneak around like this. Plus you're kind of a nark. You'd probably tell mum and dad."

"Would not!"

"You would so," Ferris replied. "Is there anyone around the corner?" Ferris adressed his question to Halt.

"No, let's go." The three siblings were sneaking out of the castle to hide out in their special spot in the woods. Usually they wouldn't have to sneak out during the day, being able to easily walk out the castle walls, but at the moment they were supposed to be in their classes. It was probably going to be noticeable to their teachers that they were skipping as they were the only ones being taught by them, but consequences was something they could deal with later.

"What do we do about the guards out the front?' Ferris asked. Out of the three of them he was the most reluctant. Halt expected it to be Caitlyn, who was certainly the most obedient and wanted to make their parents proud, but surprisingly she was very on board with the plan.

"We can just walk past," Halt replied, shrugging. "They don't care. They don't know where we're supposed to be anyway so they'll just let us go."

"Not very good at their jobs," Ferris muttered.

"It's not their job to know what we're supposed to be doing at all hours. It's their job to keep people out."

"They're the best at it!" Caitlyn spoke up. Ferris grinned at his sisters enthusiasm. The three of them managed to get down to the courtyard and to the castle gates without anyone asking what they were doing. Halt was right about the guards, as when they got to them all they did was give a greeting and then let the kids walk right past.

"I still feel like they should at least ask where we're going," Ferris said once the guards were out of earshot.

"Just shut up will ya? Let's go." Halt grabbed Ferris by the wrist and pulled him in the direction to the woods to the left of the castle.

It was a ten minute walk to get to their destination. They had to climb over some thornbushes and move some branches out of the way to avoid getting scratched, and at one point they had to walk through a shallow river, at which Halt had carried Caitlyn across. Eventually they made it to a small cave.

The cave was barely tall enough for Halt and Ferris to stand up in, but fortunately for them they would sepnd most of their time in the cave sitting, and Ferris had gone through the trouble of setting down leaves to avoid getting dirty. When Halt had first discovered the cave, he had thought it might have been for some sort of animal. But as time went pass, there were no signs of any sort of creature living there, so Halt assumed it was safe and showed it to his siblings. Now they came to hang out in it on a regular basis, Halt apparently more often to skip lessons. It was their secret hideout, special to only the O'Carrick siblings.

"What do we do now?" Caitlyn asked, taking a seat between her brothers.

"Just hang out. There's not much else to do." Halt replied.

'Yay. I like hanging out with you two," Caitlyn said excitedly. She grabbed onto Ferris's arm and hugged it close to her.

"And we like hanging out with you, Cait," Ferris replied. He wrapped his arm around Caitlyn's shoulders and pulled her closer into his side.

"When you're not being a little narc," Halt put in. Caitlyn moved away from Ferris to punch Halt in the arm. As she was a scrawny little five year old it had absolutely no physical affect on Halt. The only thing it achieved was making her brothers laugh. They spent the rest of the day hanging out and talking in the cave, not going back to the castle until the sun was about to set. When they got back they were in trouble with their parents as their teachers had predictably told them that the kids weren't in class.

Other than that it had been a good day.

In this Halt and Ferris are supposed to be ten. I don't know if they act like ten year olds though because I don't know what ten year olds are like. They just seem to exist to me. I have yet to see a ten year old in the wild.

Hope you liked it and hope it was treaty. Regular treaty, not Will Treaty

[slaymitchabernathy]

Chemtrails Over the Country Club

It’s loud at this party. In this house. Whenever the fuck Coriolanus is right now. He can barely hear himself think with the bass of the speakers rattling his skull.

But he’s not here to think.

He’s here to sell.

He’s a drug dealer. Wasn’t always a drug dealer. No, he had great ambitions, big dreams but dreams don’t always come true. When his grandmother got sick he didn’t know what to do, who to ask for help.

He remembers it so clearly, how he’d been called into the office at the Academy, to talk to the Dean about his failing grades. Dean Highbottom wasn’t a sympathetic man, especially since he for some reason, despised Coriolanus and his father.

His father was dead, so he didn’t really get that part.

Coriolanus had brushed it off though, for the sake of the conversation. He’d told the Dean about his financial troubles and all while doing this Highbottom was pulling out a bottle, unscrewing the cap, and dropping a few drops of something into his mouth.

Coriolanus saw how relaxed the Dean became, how much happier he seemed, slower, calmer.

Coriolanus started selling morphling. Along with other various drugs but morphing was his biggest seller. That’s why he comes to these parties where stupid rich kids blow all their parent's money when other people can barely afford to get by as it is.

Coriolanus isn’t rich, but he isn’t poor. He’s a drug dealer, that in itself explains his financial situation.

Once his grandmother died, he inherited his apartment, his penthouse. It wasn’t much, still isn’t much, but it’s paid for, and it’s his.

He’s supposed to be looking for customers, regulars, and anyone in between but he can’t help but glance over at the couch by the fireplace where a pretty girl with blonde hair is sitting, laughing with her friends.

He can’t see her face but he knows she’s pretty, has a pretty face, pretty laugh, pretty smile.

He’s distracted from pretty when one of his old classmates gives him a wave, nodding towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor of whoever’s house this is. Coriolanus nods and makes his way over to the couch, his fingers slipping into her soft hair as he gently tugs her head back.

Soarynn looks up at him, a smile splayed across her lips, “Yes?”

He glances back at the stairs to see his classmate making their way up already, “Gonna head upstairs,” he tells her over the music, “be careful okay?”

Soarynn nods, giving him a wink, “I’ll be so careful,” she sarcastically remarks. He rolls his eyes and places a kiss on her forehead before going upstairs.

Having a girlfriend is hard enough already. You need to know what to say, what to wear, how to touch her, how to take care of her. It’s fucking exhausting is what it is. But not when it’s with Soarynn.

Coriolanus met her one night at a nightclub, Plubirus Bell’s nightclub to be specific. She’s a waitress there, and she’s pretty damn good at her job since it involves a lot of flirting.

She worked her charm on Coriolanus, batting those long lashes, keeping up with his sense of humor and not batting an eye when he’d shifted in his seat, revealing the gun he carried on him at all times.

Two hours later he was fucking her in the club's bathroom, drunk on something sweet and she was something sweeter.

He tried to shake her off after that. It was for her own safety. He was a dangerous man living a dangerous lifestyle. This wasn’t the place for romance. Someone could hurt her, he could hurt her. But Soarynn was so damn persistent, always meeting up with him on her breaks, always finding him at parties trying to buy off of him even though he never sold her anything. He didn’t want her on that shit.

Eventually, after enough shaking, Soarynn stuck onto him like glue and they’d been that way ever since. She wasn’t as soft as she looked, she had her own rough edges, her own heartbreaks, and scars. And she knew he wasn’t perfect, wasn’t the most thoughtful person or kindest person but that was alright with her.

Coriolanus made his way up the stairs and found his classmate nervously shifting in the dark hallway, “Let’s go in here,” Coriolanus says, walking into the nearest bedroom. He doesn’t like doing deals in a dark hallway, it’s almost cliche to him, like doing shit in a dark alley while wearing a trench coat.

“So um, I heard you sell morphling,” his classmate says, shoving his hands in his pockets. It slightly annoys Coriolanus but only because you never know what someone might pull out. He’s been stabbed before, he remembers how odd it was to see bright red blood on his pale porcelain skin. All because he wouldn’t sell some asshole ten vials of morphling for the price of five.

But what he remembers most was how many shifts Soarynn had to take on to cover his hospital bills. Being a drug dealer wasn’t always the best source of income, wasn’t always reliable, and never looked good in the eyes of the law. It looked much better if the money was coming from Soarynn who’d been working at her job for a good five years. It still didn’t make Coriolanus feel any better while he rested up, watching her work herself to the bone while they only had one source of income until he could start selling again. He found that asshole the day he got his stitches out. Beat him until you couldn’t make out his face, stole his wallet too. Coriolanus bought Soarynn whatever the fuck she wanted that day, happy to see her smiling as she bit into a chocolate pastry. No one hurt his girl. Ever.

“How much do you need?” He asks, looking his classmate up and down. He’s some rich boy who probably doesn’t even remember Coriolanus but that doesn’t really matter right now since he’s gonna be the one paying. Soarynn’s been wanting some new shoes for work and this deal is gonna pay for them. Before his classmate can ever respond the sound of gunshots causes them both to freeze.

Coriolanus feels his blood run cold when he hears screams and he’s bolting downstairs in an instant.

It’s chaos downstairs. Lights are still strobing, music is still playing and everyone is running around. His eyes dart to the couch where he last saw her and it's empty.

She’s gone.

“I’ll be so careful.”

Those words play over and over in his head as he pushes through the panicked crowd, yelling his girlfriend’s name. He can’t see her blonde head of hair, can’t see anything with so many people in the way. Until he sees the dark curls of Sejanus Plinth, one of his good friends. “Plinth!” He yells, desperately trying to get to his friend. Sejanus who’s near the door glances back and his eyes widen at the sight of Coriolanus, “Coryo! C’mon, we’ve gotta get out of here!”

Coriolanus swears when someone bumps into him, sending his gun scattering onto the ground. This, of course, causes people to freak out even more and some wide-eyed twenty-year-old is pointing his finger at him like they’re at recess, “He’s got a gun!” He cries. Coriolanus isn’t even able to fully process what happens next. All of a sudden he’s got his hands behind his back and he’s being shoved into the back of a Peacekeeper truck.

Sejanus is right behind him, free of handcuffs and pleading for his friend's innocence, “He didn’t do anything! He’s not the shooter!” One Peacekeeper holds out his hand, silencing Sejanus, “Listen, kid, a few people are injured, we’ve got more than one suspect, just keep it moving before we take you in too.”

Sejanus swallows at the thought of also being taken into the station and he locks eyes with Coriolanus, “We’ll get you out,” he says before the doors close shut.

Third Person POV

Tears stream down Soarynn’s face while she stares at the floor. She’s sitting on Festus Creed’s bed while Festus paces back and forth in front of her, frantically making phone calls.

Tonight has taken a toll on all of them.

One minute they’d been enjoying a party and the next shots were going off and everyone was running in every which direction.

Festus had found Soarynn immediately, grabbing her and dragging her out despite her protests to wait for her boyfriend to come and find her.

Festus was one of Coriolanus’s closest friends and he knew the blond well enough to know that he’d actually kill him if he found out he hadn’t gotten his girl out safely when he had the chance.

They’d made it out onto the street, finding Sejanus as well who ran back into the house to find Coriolanus.

Soarynn had chewed the inside of her cheek raw as they waited outside, the cold air biting into her skin. Normally Coriolanus would give her his jacket but things were far from normal.

They’d heard the Peacekeeper trucks rolling up and Festus was quick to suggest they clear it before they were being questioned. It didn’t help that he had drugs on him, along with two guns so he was anxious to leave.

They’d gone to the city centre where they eventually ran back into Sejanus who was without Coriolanus. “He’s been arrested,” he’d panted, “they took him into the station.”

Which is how they were in this current predicament. In all her years of dating Coriolanus, she’d never thought he’d get arrested, and for something he didn’t even do.

“We have to get him out!” She cries, pulling her knees up to her chest as she looks up at the boys, her mascara running down her cheeks.

They both exchanged nervous looks, both for the situation they were currently in and the state Soarynn was currently in.

Although he’d never admit it, Coriolanus Snow had an extremely soft spot for his girlfriend and his girlfriend only. He wasn’t even nice to other girls. To see Soarynn cry would anger him beyond reasoning and he’d do everything in his power to make her feel better. But he was arrested so they were fucked.

“His bail won’t be posted until early this morning,” Festus says, stopping to tap his foot. He was slightly strung out. Tonight’s events had brought the more desperate side of Festus Creed, someone who much like Coriolanus and Soarynn, hadn’t grown up with money and was doing the best with what he had. He’d been so stressed that he’d tapped into his own stash, snorting one line to calm himself down.

Soarynn frowned up at him, “Is that all we can do? We can’t go down to the station and give a statement?”

Both boys shudder at the thought of willingly going to where the Peacekeepers gathered. Coriolanus was most likely fuming behind bars right now and they didn’t long to join him. “They could question us Sejanus says with a sigh, “and we’d be no good to Coryo if we’re also behind bars.”

Soarynn bites her lip and nods, he’s right. They’ll just have to wait.

“You sleep here,” Festus tells her, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “we’ll come wake you before we go to get him.”

Soarynn forces a small smile and nods, “Okay, thank you both for taking care of me tonight,” she says, looking up at both boys. They’ve become a small family over the years, all dealt a shitty hand at life but still managing to play their cards to the best of their abilities.

Sejanus grins, “We’re family, it’s what we do. Now try and get some sleep, Nightingale.”

Soarynn rolls her eyes and watches both boys leave the bedroom, closing the door behind them. All the dealers she knows of go by their last name. Snow, Creed, Plinth. And while Coriolanus would never let her sell anything, they often all joke around and call her by her last name as well.

It’s hard for her to fall asleep, to do anything but worry for her boyfriend who should be here with her, not behind bars. They should be back home, curled up in their bed, his arms around her while he presses kisses to her back.

Festus was right though, she should get some sleep before the bail is posted. Soarynn looks around the small bedroom and wonders how many girls Festus had brought in here and suddenly the bed feels much filthier. Festus doesn’t live too far from her and Coriolanus but his apartment is significantly smaller, he calls it his bachelor pad. Whatever the hell that means.

Soarynn manages to get a few hours of sleep before there’s a knock at the door and she’s bolting up right to answer it. It’s Festus and he looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep either, “They posted his bail,” he says sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

Soarynn nervously tugs at the shirt he lent her, “How much is it? Can we go get him right now? Is he okay?”

Festus holds up his hands, “Woah, woah, too many questions kid. First, it’s four thousand to get him out.”

Soarynn can’t stop the gasp from leaving her lips. Four thousand is a lot of money, more money than she has saved up. Obviously, her line of work is safer, more legal but she doesn’t even know if Coriolanus has that much stashed away somewhere and if he does then she hasn’t a clue where to find it.

Festus nods as if agreeing with her gasp, “Secondly, we’re gonna go get him, you are going to stay here in case some other shit goes down. And I have no idea how Coryo’s holding up, they wouldn’t let me talk to him when I called.”

Soarynn slouches, this is horrible, rotten luck for all of them and her boyfriend’s paying the price for it. Speaking of the price…how are they going to get him out?

“I have two thousand,” she says, “so that’s half.”

Fetus softens his expression slightly, “Soarynn you don’t need to do that,” he tells her, “we can scrounge up enough money and I can make some cal-“

“I want him home Festus,” Soarynn cuts him off, “I don’t give a fuck if I have to start working more shifts or working the corner, I want him back.”

That seems to be final enough because Festus begrudgingly nods, “Okay,” he agrees, “we’ll go get him.”

Coriolanus POV

He’s fuming. Absolutely fuming.

Coriolanus sits on the edge of the bench while he stares out into the hallway that runs between cells.

Fucking arrested and for something he didn’t even do.

This might have been the longest seven hours of his entire life and the Peacekeepers certainly made sure of that. They asked him all sorts of questions, most of them were so fucking stupid but they were persistent on asking them.

It was hard for him to focus though, hard for him to think of anything but Soarynn.

Was she okay? Did she get shot? Did someone hurt her?

He’d gotten so worried he even asked the two Peacekeepers who were questioning him if they’d seen her.

“Don’t mean to interrupt you,” he’d said curtly, leaning forward, “but you didn’t see a blonde girl in that group of people who got hurt right?”

They’d both exchanged confused looks on why this delinquent was asking them a question but one of them took the bait, “Blonde girl you said?”

Coriolanus had nodded, cracking his knuckles as he leaned back in the cold metal chair, “Yeah. Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles across her face, she’s about five-six. She’s my girl. Was trying to find her when I got arrested.” He’d shot them a dirty look, hoping maybe they’d feel some guilt.

They’d promised to check the hospital and finished questioning him before sending him into an all too crowded cell, full of other people who’d been arrested tonight.

Coriolanus kept his head down, kept quiet while a few other guys whispered to each other. He didn’t even care about being arrested, that it would be on his permanent record, he just cared about Soarynn.

The heavy footsteps of an approaching Peacekeeper alerted him and he raised his head, watching the man slow down until he stood in front of the cell Coriolanus was in.

“Snow?” He asks, looking around.

Coriolanus nods, “That’s me.”

The Peacekeeper grunts, “Your bails been posted. Four thousand.” Several people let out low whistles. Four thousand was damn near outrageous considering he’d been clean when they questioned him. Sure the gun looked bad, but he wasn’t guilty.

At least not this time.

He sucks the air between his teeth and nods, hanging his head back down. His friends will come to get him soon, he knows that much.

“Oh and we checked the hospital, your girls not in there.” That piece of information makes his heart race and his eyes slightly widen. She’s okay, Soarynn must have gotten out, holed up with one of her friends or even gone back to the apartment.

Coriolanus feels a weight lifted off his chest but he doesn’t let it show. He just nods and keeps his head down, waiting to get out.

It feels like hours go by until he hears his name being called again, “Snow! Looks like you’re gettin’ out of here.”

It’s about time, he thinks as he stands up, wiping his hands on his pants.

Coriolanus makes his way to the barred door, waiting for someone to come let him out. That’s when someone behind him speaks up, “That pretty blonde girl is your girl?” Coriolanus turns to see some brunette around his height looking at him, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. Coriolanus feels like he’s seen him before, heard of him before and the same probably goes for him. He’s a well-known face, name, idea.

Coriolanus nods, noticing the bruise blooming on the brunette's face. He’s pretty sure he fought back against the Peacekeepers when they all got arrested, which meant he was carrying something, got caught with something. Coriolanus wonders what his bail is. He only got posted first because he was the most reserved out of all of them, the most quiet.

“Yeah, she’s my girl,” he answers, his voice gravely. He hasn’t had anything to drink since the party, anything to eat or any sleep. He’s so ready to get the hell out of here. What’s taking this Peacekeeper so long?

“She looks like a good time, type of girl you wanna bend over whenever and wherever,” the young man says, smirking as he looks Coriolanus up and down.

Coriolanus has to force himself to manually breathe when he hears that, hears someone, some asshole so blatantly disrespecting his girl.

Since the beginning of their relationship, he’s been firm with his friends about how they can talk to Soarynn, talk about Soarynn. She’s his girl, not some object. Soarynn’s been the best part of his life, the only thing he has to live for sometimes.

Soarynn brings out a different side of him, a softer side, a kinder side, more gentle and caring. He hopes she’s okay.

“Don’t talk about my girl like that,” he says, his jaw clenching along with his fist. He's not asking, he's telling.

This guy seems to think it's funny because he laughs, "Don't worry Snow, me and my boys will pay her a visit as soon as we get out."

Coriolanus surveys the cell he's been stuck in and notices several other young men looking him up and down, all with various bruises. It doesn't really matter if he got bailed out anymore, not when he's about to be arrested for murder.

He doesn't get the chance though because that Peacekeeper finally found the keys and is unlocking the door but Coriolanus isn't a man who's easily satisfied, he turns one last time, giving the brunette a deadly glare, "You touch her and I'll fucking kill you."

He has to be physically pulled out of the cell and ignores the whistles and catcalls he gets, all of them taunting him. He's taken to a separate room where he's reunited with all of his belongings.

Dog tags, keys, wallet, lighter, and his jacket.

"Try and stay out of trouble," the Peacekeeper says, eyeing him up and down, "oh, and we'll be searching your apartment once you leave, so it'd be best for you to find some other place to stay until we're done."

Coriolanus can't stop his eyes from widening. Search his apartment? "What do you think you're gonna find in my apartment?" He asks, some edge in his tone. The Peacekeeper gives him an all too cocky smile, "It's just a standard procedure. We picked up all sorts of people at that party and you all seem to fall under the same category one way or another. We've been keeping an eye on you, Mr. Snow."

So they've been watching him. That does nothing to ease his worries, especially since they've probably been waiting for the ball to drop, to finally take him in. And now they're going to search his penthouse from top to bottom. What is he going to tell Soarynn? Where will they live?

When he first met Soarynn she was living in all sorts of places, hopping from couch to couch. She'd been kicked out of her own family's apartment the day she turned eighteen and had been on her own ever since. Couldn't pay rent, didn't have a job, left on her own.

She'd moved in with Coriolanus shortly after they started dating and she'd been there ever since. How could he tell her that their home was being torn apart?

"I've gotta tell my girl, let her get some of her clothes," he tells the Peacekeeper, "she didn't do anything...I...I keep her away from all of this." He knows he might be saying too much, but he can't let Soarynn fall under the blame. They could try to investigate her too, show up at her job. He doesn't need that.

A frown tugs the Peacekeeper's lips and he eyes the dog tags hanging around Coriolanus's neck, "You served Panem as a Peacekeeper?" Coriolanus nods, his fingers grabbing the silver tags, "Did a couple months in Twelve before I got sent back." His commander had called it an "honorable discharge" which was code for Coriolanus was getting caught up trying to play the game in Twelve, selling people all sorts of stuff. Safe to say, he didn't last long as a Peacekeeper. But, it did earn him some more street cred, he even kept his hair shaved down to a buzzcut, foregoing his golden curls.

The man across from him sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, "She can go in and get her stuff but she needs a Peacekeeper escort. Can't have her running around and hiding things."

Coriolanus can't help but smirk at the idea of Soarynn trying to cover his tracks. She doesn't know where he's stashed away anything, and probably never will. It's safer that way if she's in the dark. "Thanks," is all he says, gathering the rest of his belongings, "and thanks for the fun field trip. Best way to spend my weekend."

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus is immediately engulfed in a bear hug from Sejanus who squeezes him so tight, "Coryo I thought you were a goner, we're so glad you're okay."

Coriolanus doesn't really like hugs or any physical intimacy for that matter. Unless it's with Soarynn. But he returns this hug wholeheartedly, his friends came through for him and he can't ignore that. "Where's Soarynn?" Is the first thing he says when he pulls away. His eyes dart to Festus who looks like he rolled right out of bed to come bail him out, "She's back at my place. Didn't want it to get too crowded in here," he says.

The lobby they're currently standing in is a ghost town but Coriolanus knows what Festus means, had they also gotten arrested, Soarynn would be the only one to get all three of them out.

Coriolanus finally lets out a true sigh of relief. Soarynn is okay, she's safe and soon she'll be in his arms again. Five years ago Coriolanus would have laughed at the thought of him worrying about some girl, but now it's all he does.

They're quick to leave the station once everything's been settled, Coriolanus won't miss that place. "How much do I owe you guys?" He asks, walking down the dark Capitol streets towards Festus's apartment. Festus shares a knowing glance with Sejanus, "One thousand each," he says causally. Coriolanus frowns, that's only half. "Who paid the other half?" Sejanus stops in his tracks and sighs, trading his hand through his dark curls, "Look Coryo, Soarynn paid one half and we paid the other half so we could get you out as soon as possible." Coriolanus grits his teeth, his hands balling up again, "And you let her?" He hisses, so fucking angry that his own girl had to have a hand in bailing him out.

Festus raises both hands in surrender but his demeanor is anything but laid back, "Look, if you wanna go back in there, be my guest. You know business has been slow and we didn't have enough to make four thousand, not without making some calls and cutting some deals. Soarynn gave me two thousand and said she'd start working the corner if she had to. All she wants is for you to come home so can you do that? If not for me then for her."

Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose, "We can't even go home now. They're searching the apartment." Both Sejanus and Festus swear under their breath. They both know what it's like to have your place ransacked by Peacekeepers. It was only a matter of time until the same thing happened to Coriolanus.

Festus grips his shoulder, giving him a slight playful jostle, "You two can hole up with me then. I've got the pullout couch and as long as you two don't fuck on it, we should be good." Coriolanus can't help but smile, especially because he knows the things Festus has done on that couch. They should burn it if anything. "Okay, okay thank you Festus. We'll be out of your hair in no time."

Festus smirks, "Sure Snow."

꧁ ꧂

When they finally get to the apartment the sun is just beginning to rise. Coriolanus is exhausted. He's also hungry and desperately needs a shower but above all else, he needs Soarynn.

She's not in the living room when they walk in and Festus nods towards his bedroom, "She's in there."

Coriolanus strides over to the closed door and quietly opens it, feeling his entire body relax when he sees Soarynn curled up on the foot of the bed. The door slightly creaks when he closes it and her eyes fly open, zeroing in on him. Soarynn's up in seconds, throwing herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest.

Coriolanus wraps his arms around her small frame, burying his nose in her soft blonde hair, smelling vanilla. "I'm so sorry Soarynn," he whispers, rocking them back and forth, "I'm so fucking sorry."

He's not one for tears but he's nearly moved to them when he sees Soarynn's eyes already bloodshot, her body clinging onto his like a lifeline. “Thought I might never see you again,” she whispers, her voice shaky. His heart breaks all over again seeing his sweet girl so shaken up. Normally she’s cool and collected, not letting his lifestyle affect her. But every once in a while it becomes too much, gets to her and she breaks down. It’s moments like these that make Coriolanus want to start working an office job and leave this all behind.

But he can’t. She knows that. Knows what she’s getting into by dating him.

He presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling her even tighter against his body, “I’m here baby, I’m right here.” He knows why she was so scared. He’s all she has. Both her parents died during the war, of swine flu. It’s a sick type of funny because now it can be easily cured by a vaccine. You can’t even catch it if you’ve already had it once. But it left Soarynn all alone. Then she met him.

She was also his everything. No living family, barely any friends. She put up with his shitty lifestyle without complaint.

"Did they...did they hurt you?" She asks, pulling away to inspect him which brings a small smile to his lips at her doting nature. Coriolanus shakes his head, "No, but I didn't do much resisting. You should've seen some of the other guys." His mind drifts back to the one brunette who so blatantly threatened the girl he loves. He doesn't even realize how tight he's squeezing her until she rests a hand on his face, her hand so soft and warm against his cold skin, "Coryo? Are you okay?"

Coriolanus shakes himself from his thoughts, he can worry about that asshole later. Right now he needs to focus on his girl. He nods, leaning down to press a kiss to her nose, something that always makes her giggle and it does even now despite how horrible the past twenty-four hours have been for both of them.

"Just tired," he says, which isn't a lie, he's fucking exhausted and that bed looks so tempting, even if Festus has fucked every girl in the Capitol on it. He's willing to make sacrifices today.

They both curl up, Soarynn's back pressed to his chest while he wraps his arms around her, content to never let her go again. Sometimes he wonders how much easier their lives would be if they never met each other. Dealing drugs is as complicated as it gets and he knows one day it'll get past being complicated. It'll get personal.

He doubts Soarynn slept much without him, she never does. But he can feel her body slowly drifting off and he presses a kiss under her ear, "I love you," he whispers. He knows he should say it more, show it more. But it's hard. Hard when you're supposed to be a big and bad drug dealer who doesn't show emotion.

He'll have to change that though. She's all he has, and he's all she has. No parents, no relatives, just them.

Nobody's son, nobody's daughter.

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[baskingsol]

Yokai lands in Tokyo

pairing: eventual!OC x Geto Suguru X Gojo Satoru

summary: Yami makes her appearance on campus and meets the kids

Approaching the open gates of Jujustu Tech, Yami smirks at the empty walkway before her leading up to the main building. And here I thought Yaga would be waiting for me. Passing all of the training dojos, it’s an oddly silent day for what should be a semi-normal school day. Upon entering the school, Yami quickly peeks at the text she received. You would think directions would help if this place wasn’t an actual maze. How do kids even get around this place? 

After walking down several hallways, none of which led to what should have been Yaga’s office, Yami finally spies the sign she’s been looking for, a gold place sticking out into the hallway labeled “PRINCIPAL YAGA”. A quick knock on the door and a muffled ‘come in’ welcome Yami to her first day.

“Ah I see you made it,” Yaga says, quickly looking up from the paperwork in piles on his desk. “I assume you found the place easily enough?”

“You might want to think about restructuring this place Yaga,” Yami laughs, sitting down in the chair opposite of his desk. “The outside is easy enough but it’s like a maze in here.”

“You’ll manage after a bit,” Yaga huffs a small laugh. “Most of these rooms are never used and the ones we do use are all consistent or the training dojos outside.” 

“Makes it easy enough then,” Yami replies. “I’m surprised you didn’t meet me at the gate. Most people would be worried if someone like me just wandered in.”

“Gojo is around here somewhere if you’re looking for a fight,” Yaga waves off her 

teasing. “But knowing how crazy he is, it’d be nothing more than playing around and property damage.”

“I don’t think he’d be too interested in dying today,” Yami laughs, flicking her braid over the back of the chair. “And I assume your doctor wouldn’t be too happy with me either.”

“Speaking of the doctor, she’s the one I want you to be introduced to first,” Yaga cuts in, standing from his seat. “If you’re gonna be training the kids, I want you to know who's patching everyone up around here.”

Yami nods and stands from the seat to quickly follow Yaga as he leads the way out of the hallway and down the corridors. 

“I assume you’ve been briefed on which students you will have?” Yaga asks, looking over to Yami. 

“Yep, all the first years,” Yami responds, turning to meet Yaga's gaze. “I know you mean mainly Okkotsu, but working with him means I will be working with the others too.”

“You know some about the other teacher then as well?” Yaga quickly asks, turning to start down a set of stairs. “Gojo is not someone to run into without knowledge.”

“I know all about Gojo, Yaga. No need to worry.” Yami laughs. “You act like this hasn’t been my job for years.”

“I tried warning you,” Yaga sighs, stopping slowly in front of a metal door and knocking. “Shoko, you in there?”

“No need to yell Yaga.” A voice echoes from inside the room. “You always know where I am.”

As Yaga opens the door and steps in, Yami is welcomed to a peculiar sight. A room set like a regular doctor's office with an exam table and all, but the back wall is covered in cold lockers and autopsy tables standing nearby. 

“Nice room you got here,” Yami says to the woman standing before her. “A little macabre but does the job.”

“Shoko Ieiri. You must be the new teacher.” Shoko states, receiving a handshake from Yami. “I’ve heard you’ve got Gojo all riled up for stepping into his teaching sphere.”

“And I haven’t even met the man.” Yami laughs. “I must be pretty popular around here to already have that type of attention.”

“Gojo is just like that,” Yaga adds in, a smile creeping onto his face. “You’ll understand when you meet him later.” 

“Wonderful,” Yami rolls her eyes. “It was nice to meet you Shoko. I hope to not send too many students down here.”

“Can’t be any worse than Gojo.” Shoko barks out a laugh, turning back to a binder covering the majority of her desk. “I will have to have you in later for a physical but we can talk later. Go meet the headache.”

“Yes ma’am,” Yami teasingly salutes, turning back to Yaga. “Lead the way. Best to get this over with before he hunts me down.”

As Yaga leads her back up the stairs and towards the main entrance to the building, Yaga quickly stops in another office peeking around as if to look for occupants that might as well have been invisible. 

“Out training then I guess,” Yaga mutters, turning back to the hallway. “God forbid he ever actually teach anything.”

“I’m guessing Gojo is much more of the learn-by-fire type of teacher?” Yami asks. 

“More like beating it into the students until they figure it out or Shoko comes and strangles him.” Yaga huffs. “That man cannot manage to teach anything else either.”

“Noted.” Yami laughs. “Also something I forgot to ask earlier, is there a policy on the uniforms?” 

“Technically yes, since you work with this school, you should have the uniform,” Yaga explains, leading around the side of the building towards what appears to be a wide field area. “But with you being on contract and being Tsukumo’s student, I’m guessing you already have a fair distaste for authority and dictation over clothing.”

“Nail on the head Yaga.” Yami chirps. “I can still do some matching though. Uniform pants and the black shoes I can do.”

“Just submit a request form when you’re done today and I’ll get it all sorted,” Yaga replies, quickly leading down to a set of bleachers next to the field. “I’m at least glad one of my teachers is willing to entertain the rules.”

On the bleachers sits a man in casual attire and long black hair in a half-top knot surrounded by three teen girls and a younger boy. The three girls are all cheering on the fight happening in the field while the man laughs and the boy continues to read his book. 

“Hit him harder this time Maki!” The girl with blonde hair yells as a brunette with a short haircut giggles. “He got up too fast!”

“Duck Yuta!” The girl with a brunette ponytail cheers, wincing as the boy is knocked down again in the ring. “Maybe next time?”

“Geto,” Yaga says as if to announce his arrival. “What does Gojo think that poor kid is learning?”

“How to handle getting beaten I think.” Suguru sighs, turning to the newest addition to their group. “Nice to meet you again Yokai.”

“Must have made quite the impression back then for you to remember me this long.” Yami laughs. “It’s Chibana Yami now.” 

“Geto Suguru.” Suguru introduces. “These are the kids; Nanako, Mimiko, Tsumiki, and Megumi.” 

“Aren't those two supposed to be training with the others?” Yami asks, nodding towards Nanako and Mimiko.

“Oh yes, but Satoru owned them a lunch and he does have to do his job sometimes.” Suguru chuckles. 

“Well it’s only fair he treats them to a meal and shows.” Yami teases, winking at the girls who giggle in response. “Got to keep his word.”

Suguru lets out another chuckle. “Oh, you’ll have fun running him around. Take a seat and see how long it takes for him to notice.”

Yami quickly waves goodbye to Yaga as he heads back to the main building and scoots in next to Suguru. 

“Yami huh?” Suguru teases, glancing down at the woman next to him. “Would have never expected a name like that from someone with the nickname Yokai.”

“Gotta keep up the appearance. Can’t let everyone think I’m anything less than the nickname” Yami shoots back, tapping on the wooden mask. “I see you took Yuki’s advice to heart and got out.”

“Yeah,” Sugar sighs, glancing down at the kids. “Someone has to look out for all these kids. I’ve got a more laid-back role now, someone consistent they can come home to. I don’t need all of the missions on top of that. That’s for Satoru.”

“I dunno,” Yami chuckles. “I think Gojo’s having a lot of fun with his kids.”

Turning back to the fight, Maki and Yuta have called a cease, walking towards the bleachers followed by a panda, another boy, and their teacher who is happily teasing the kid about the bruise slowly forming on his cheek. 

“Should have blocked that one Yuta.” Satoru laughs, walking with his hands on his head. “Now you’re gonna be sicking Shoko on me, again!”

“Leave him alone Satoru,” Suguru sighs, patting the younger boy on his shoulder. “He did well against Maki.” 

“Took the hits like a champ kid,” Yami adds, shooting the kid a wink. 

Satoru turns to the new voice, smile broadening. 

“You must be the new co-teacher!” Satoru smirks. “Gojo Satoru.”

“So I’ve heard.” Yami laughs. “Chibana Yami. Or Yokai, depending on who you’ve heard from.”

“Not many people to hear from,” Satoru replies. “Suguru here has only ever met you once.”

“You’ve only heard of me once and are already so obsessed with me.” Yami sighs. “Suguru must have talked me up.”

“Don’t bring me into this.” Suguru chuckles. “Why don’t you introduce the students, Satoru?”

“Ah yes. I assume Suguru has already introduced Mimiko and Nanako. These are the first years; Zenin Maki, Panda, Inumaki Toge, and Okkostu Yuta.” Satoru rattles off quickly, gesturing to each kid with their name. 

“Nice to meet you all,” Yami states. “You can just call me Yokai.”

“Salmon,” Toge says, shooting a hand sign, and Panda nods in response. 

“Yaga finally decided he needs to actually get a teacher for us?” Maki sighs, leaning on the bleachers. 

“It'll be nice to have someone to talk to other than the dandelion,” Nanako adds. 

“I’m not replacing Gojo,” Yami laughs as Satoru squawks at Maki and Nanako's insults. “Just brought in to help out in specialty areas.”

“So for Yuta?” Panda replies, pointing a thumb at the other boy.

“Bingo!” Satoru cuts in. “Rika is powerful and all, but you gotta get more control over her before letting her out.”

“But that training is for another time,” Suguru chimes in, tapping his watch. “It's well past three now. You all have a busy day tomorrow.” 

“Geto-sensei is right,” Gojo smiles, easily blocking a smack on the back of the head from Suguru. “Go rest up, group mission tomorrow so be prepared.”

A mix of groans and cheers spills from the group of students as they start their walk back to the dorms, leaving the three adults on the field. 

“You joining in on the mission tomorrow?” Satoru asks arms relaxed behind his head. 

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on Yuta,” Yami shoots back. “Yaga sent a whole file on what happened when you introduced him to the class.”

“Everyone keeps overexaggerating what happened!” Satoru whines. 

“Your students about killed Yuta and then Rika about killed them Satoru,” Sugur scolds, standing and stretching from the bleachers. “It’d be best to let Yami watch over him and his partner and you watch the rest.”

“Already siding with the new teacher,” Satoru whines again. “You’ve already moved on from me so fast.”

Yami meets Suguru’s very exasperated gaze and lets out a laugh. “This should be fun.”

a/n: And so it begins. Italics are for thoughts.

[cosmic-spider]

The decision

— — — — — — — — — —

After the human left I looked at the paper she filled out. Seeing if anything they wrote down was off? It looked…fine. But to many thoughts went running around my mind.

What if she worked at the factory?

She could be a spy for the ones that were looking for.

No I can’t allow her to get into out town. We did so much to have this place. But, at the same time we are having a harder time with the outside world.The supply for stuff is getting thin with the shipment people getting suspecios of not seeing anyone.

Plus we do need some one to help out in the school especially the daycare. The Orphans also need to learn how to interact with people. Others of there own kind.

They may be able to be of help. They were nervous during the meeting, but that’s expected with the way things were done. But they were rather calm and nice to me in a sense. They even said goodbye to me and were very kind with Bobby Bearhug when they came in.

I continued to think of what to do. The was Bobby talked about them. It showed that they were as kind and gentle as they were here even bud they were a bit nervous and confused.

After a bit I called the them.

As I discuss the options of what to do with the human. They all gave their own opinions, so I’m saying to not let her in this thing it might be good for the orphans, and for others to know how to interact.

After a bit, we all agreed we will allow the human to be here. As long as one or two of us can keep an eye on them.

Some of them were still suspicious and said they want to keep a low profile and not interact with them so I love them too.

One in particular was very offputting by the decision, he  leaned on the wall as we continue to talk about what we could do. He seem to be in his own head at the same time, listening into what we all said.

After a bit, I have decided where we would keep the human as well as what job offers they would be allowed.

I just hope that what I’m doing would cause any harm.

— — — — — — — — —

Y/n pov

After a week I went back to the field with a few things to keep me occupied as I waited for Bobby.

I felt uneasy, as well as excited on what their leaders decision will be. I hope that they allowed me in since I was running out of money to pay for a another day at a hotel. I only had enough for about three more days, not including for food and for cleaning my clothes.

So I was getting into a rough situation at the moment.

After a bit, I heard a the sound of something off in the distance. It was muffled, but it was fine. It sounded almost like squeal.

I looked over where the sound was coming from inside was the force close by maybe a good five maybe 10 minute walk from the field.

 I just had to go check what it was. When I eventually got to the edge of the for the squealing got louder, seem to be only a bit more father in.

Turn around look at the fields, checking to see if Bobby or anything else was close by. They close was clear. And then walk to the forest for a bit the son of the school and got louder it’s almost sounded like there was more than one thing making the sound.

After a bit, I didn’t saw some thing off in a few bushes moving around it looked to be…orange?

As I walked closer to what it was, I thought it was more color sticking out of the bush, purple blue, yellow, red.

When I eventually move the bushes over to see what it was, I looked down to see about 6 to 7 ….plushies?

It was strange they look to be regular kids toys plushies but they were alive?

When one of them notice me the others as well did, and most of them squealed and run away. Only leaving one of them that seem to be a plush orange and brownish gold dog plush.

As I got on my knees to take a better look at them, he gave me a small grow, trying to be intimidating.

Hey it’s OK buddy I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanna see what’s wrong OK?

Looking over at the plush, I see that they seem to be tangled in a bit of thorns as well as pieces of their leg and lower body having cuts from the thorns.

I move my hand closer to it, but the dog plus just growled at me and backed away. Then a yelped in pain as it pulled on the thorns.

Hey hey it’s OK it’s OK  I’m not gonna hurt you I want to help OK?

I move my hand closer to it.The plush only looked at me and fear closing his eyes, and turn its head, almost getting ready for an impact of some thing. 

Grabbing bit of thorns, and pulling them out of the dog pleasure then pick it up by its little front arms seen the damage it had.

The dog plushy’s eyes opened up and confusion, and looked at me confused as they held it up to my eye level.

See, I told you I was gonna hurt you little guy. I haven’t looked over it’s lower half seeing that had a few cuts, and even a bit of stuff in coming out.

You’re pretty banged up little guy here let me just get my sewing kit.

I didn’t held him with one hand as a thin, looked into my purse and got my mini sewing kit always brought a long since I always got my clothing stuck on the door or some thing as well as over here in the field since it was always get a river something whenever I fell or played a little bit too rough with Bobby.

They took out the needle and a School, close of a color scheme to us plush fabric. The plush then looked at me scared, and turned away at the side of the needle.

Hey, it’s OK I’m not gonna do anything to you. I’m just gonna saw these little openings you have.

After a bit, I so close to feel openings that it had one on the side of it, still make another one on the top of its hind leg, where it connects to the body base. I finish sewing and cut it off the thread.

There are more than little guy. How do you feel?

The dog place looked at me confused, and looked down at the stitches. And then grow big smile then jumped out of my hands and onto me. It started to work and rub his head against my cheek and neck.

Well, they’re little guy almost gave me a freight. Well I’ll take this as a thank you.

The little dog then looked around, for I think the others. If not, I said, the other ones were gone as well so within got off of me and went off to a few wishes to the side, it looked at me for a few seconds before running off.

YYYYYYY/NNNNNNN!

Y/N ARE YOU HEAR.

WERE ARE YOU!!

Getting up I ran over to were Bobby was. Hey wear were you?

Sorry about that I saw a butterfly and sallowed it into the forest close by. I told her as I then gave her a hug. So what’s the news? What did he decided?

Well they will let you in but, you’ll be under watch for a bit. Since there going to be causes about you.

Ok I’m fine with that. I also finished out the packet he gave me. I then when to my page getting it out and handing it to Bobby.

[ladybugkisses]

May we please know more about Eleanor? I'm quite curious!

you may!

🦋 the main inspirations for her character consisted of Flapper Fanny Says, La Vie Parisienne magazine covers and.. ...♦️ this song ♦️

🦋 i don't know why but she sounds like Paige O'Hara in my head, with a hint of a southern accent (that goes up to 100% only in certain scenarios)

🦋 after being kicked out and wandering around for a couple months, she eventually arrived in St. Louis and was taken in by a tailor (that i've actually ♦️ named ♦️ before) until she could find her bearings. his boyfriend business partner gave her the job at the boutique!

🦋 currently in her late 20s, slutty and proud- focuses on men but isn't at all opposed to getting with women. not interested in romance, nobody's allowed in her apartment for longer than one night lmao

🦋 despite not being interested in romance for herself, she does love reading about it, listening to love songs, seeing others be in love, etc- and she'll give you great advice on the topic! Rocky and Ari are simultaneously her favorite and most frustrating real life romcom at the moment gdskgds

🦋 her favorite flowers are magnolias

🦋 loves jewelry, designing hats and dressing herself and other people up, always bugging Ari to let her put makeup on or style her hair- she's the one who picked her outfit for ♦️ that one night ♦️ (and as you can see she only allowed a few accessories 🙄 maybe on her wedding day she'll let her doll her up more... ..)

🦋 she's really nosy and can read people so well it's a little scary, but whatever secrets you might have are safe with her! not very appreciative if you try being nosy right back though..

🦋 that friend who's always optimistic and seems to know you like the back of her hand, until you sit down and realize you don't actually know her that well

🦋 ...SPEAKING OF HANDS, hers are never still- unless they're posed somewhere or holding something she's always fidgeting with her jewelry, hair, whatever they can comfortably reach

🦋 and speaking of friends, she became good friends with Zib, Mitzi and most of the band after becoming a Lackadaisy regular somewhere in 1924! unfortunately she hasn't been visiting as much since Atlas' death

🦋 used to do choir and has a nice singing voice that nobody ever must know about

🦋 catholic guilt still eats at her insides sometimes

🦋 other songs i associate with her are The Crane Wives' "Never Love an Anchor" and Dirt Poor Robins' "Enchanté"

🦋 every kid deserves a fun, bougie aunt and she's gonna take that role once Rocky and Ari have kids so help her God

i might've gotten a bit carried away but you have no idea how much i've wanted to share more about her gdskgds thank you for asking!! i hope these are a good read :'^) 💕🩷💕