#No seriously. Am I the stupid one here or show just never told us whats up with all these miraculouses????

[stestir]

(It feels weird to post it here, considering that I only reblogged stuff so far, but I'm too lazy to make a side blog for rants, so yeah.)

Ngl, I never saw anyone discuss the problems with the miraculouses, so I guess I will.

So. What the fuck is going on with Peacock, Moth, Fox, Turtle and Bee miraculouses??? Like- I mean in tearms of themes. The Ladybug and Chat miraculouses have one - Ying Yang, all that stuff, balance of chaos and order. The Zodiac also has one, being, well, tied to zodiac. Their powers still dont really match the animals, but still, at least its something. So what's the problem with these five?? What is their theme? Why exactly all these animals? I guess that's tied to something, but it was never properly stated or shown in the show. Maybe I missed something, or in some 235th chapter of some random manga / comic it's actually explained, but I really doubt that.

And I dont understand why it isn't explained. Ik, ik that the show at this point is just about Marinette and her trying to be with Adrien, but the literal VILLAIN of the show has one of miraculous out of these five, so I thought at least some explanation would be good?? But I guess we will get nothing. And it could have been solved really easily too! Just say that all these miraculouses are cycles of life! Like - Peacock being the birth, since it creates a life, Fox being the youth, as in our childhood have so much illusions and delusions in our life, Bee being the adulthood, Turtle being the oldhood, and the Moth being the death. And then cycle reapeats itself. The powers still dont really match the animals and need some fixing imo, but at least it is an explanation.

Also, it really bugs me that it was never actually explained why Moth miraculous has a power to... Essentially control people by their emotions? I know that Thomas just ripped off Shugo Chara with this one, but still. Why exactly this miraculous have the power to just- transform people into really weird cartoon villains? It has always been like this? Are some miraculouses just made to be evil?.. If that's true... Its kinda dark. Correct me if I'm being stupid, but I still dont understand what's up with all this magical jewelry.

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid x Vampire!Reader

A/N: If you like this setting, consider reading about your chef at the castle too. And, if you wanna know more about the levels, check this post :)

Warning: Not nsfw, but suggestive. MDNI. Butler (side character) calls reader “Mistress”

Danger level: ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Submissive level: ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♡ ♡

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Yandere!Maid who looks at the castle in front of him, then the flier in his hands, then the castle again. Unless there was a typo in the address, the job interview should be here. He hesitantly uses the bat shaped door knocker and waits...This place looks so creepy and ominous, was this a prank ? Was it to scare him? Seriously? Sigh…He has had enough of being treated like a fool. As he continues his descent into frustration, bitterness and self-pity, he doesn’t hear the door opening. Nor does he see the butler standing at the entrance until he hears a: “Sorry for the wait, my kind sir. Are you here for the housekeeper position?”.

Yandere!Maid who thinks the butler is telling him a load of bullshit. According to him, the owner of this place is a vampire in search of additional staff members. He resists the urge to scoff. Whatever, if the “mistress” wants to take part in some weird role-play, then so be it as long as he would get paid. The same guy tells him to “please take a seat” in the living room and that “mistress will come and attend to you in a moment”. Soon after his departure, the air shifts. Black particles float around until it materializes something, or rather someone. The poor boy's shock and confusion quickly turn into enchantment. Fuck, you are totally his type. This is bad, he can feel his face burning. “Shall we go to my office?”, you ask with a smile.

Yandere!Maid who hates you. Who hates the fact that your personality matches your looks. Who hates how much control you have over him. The other day, your...pet sneezed on him, so he needed another uniform. “It seems that I only have a female one left ”, you told him. “There is no way in hell I am wearing that”, he sneered. “But wouldn’t you look cute in it? Besides, it is either that or cleaning with your normal clothes on until your new uniform arrives here-” “Alright, shut up, just give me that”, he abruptly took the offending dress from your hands and went to change. Since that conversation, his work attire has fully transitioned to said maid outfit. Maybe he becomes a bit too proud of himself whenever he catches you staring at him. And maybe, just maybe he wants to give you a nice view by bending down and taking his time “to clean the table” whenever he knows you are behind him. He will never admit that though.

Yandere!Maid who, one day, demands asks you about your eating habits. As soon as you answer, something regarding animal blood, he turns oddly quiet. You are about to ask what is wrong, but then he surprises you by climbing into your lap. You watch him get comfortable and, with trembling hands, undo the first buttons of his dress. The cherry on top is him pulling on its collar a bit to show a silver of his chest. He now avoids eye contact as he waits for you to take the lead…You are still just looking at him, so, with a blush becoming darker, he snaps at you: “A-are you stupid or something ? Do you want me to spell it out-” “I am just enjoying the view”, you respond with a teasing smile. Before he can sputter more insults, you grip his chin and tilt his head to the side, exposing his neck to your hungry gaze. “But if you insist…Thank you for the meal <3”

Yandere!Maid who has his face buried deep in his pillow while he tries to calm his flustered self down. After you finished drinking from him, he hurriedly got up and scurried to his room without so much as a word. The more he recalls the embarrassing noises he made in front of you, the more mortified he becomes. It was not his fault, it just felt really good and you even pulled him closer and tugged on his hair and-He whines and squirms in his bed as he feels his body turning hot again like that time. The action causes him to feel a sharp sting on his neck. He freezes. That is right. You marked him. You marked him. You marked him.

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Don't drink from anyone else, ok?

[pholla-jm]

My Wife is Real

IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi. 

Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there. 

It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started. 

Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media. 

“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders. “Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.” Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.” 

Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out. Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.” “Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.” 

Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.” “Then who are you texting?” “My wife, duh.” 

Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t. 

Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.” 

Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!” 

Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real. “She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.” 

Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.” 

Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face. “You’ll see.” 

“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji. 

Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention? Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one. 

“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.” “This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head. 

“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.” 

Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door. 

Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door. 

“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara. She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.” 

Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face. “Wifey!” 

He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold. 

You let out a strangled gasp from the impact. “Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.” 

Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.” “Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.” 

“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom. 

You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock. 

“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation. You nervously smiled at the students. 

“Hello.” 

“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him. 

“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him. “Yes…” 

“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them. 

“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you. 

You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.” 

“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes. “Ever so dramatic.” “...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?” 

“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.” 

You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks. 

Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side. 

“What are you doing?” He asks you. You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.” 

You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later. 

Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.

[affableramen]

them apologising for calling you bad names

hurt/comfort, established relationships

(Pantalone, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Capitano, Alhaitham, Dottore, Dainsleif, Baizhu)

Pantalone

You avoid him for the rest of the day but eventually in the bed time Pantalone meets you. He enters the bedroom with a grave expression in his eyes, eyeing you sit there on the bed with a book in your hands. Distracting, he thinks, she is distracting herself. 

“You know I didn't utter those words seriously”, Pantalone says, omitting the usual ‘darling’ on his lips. You roll your eyes and shake your head dismissively, showing him apparent unwillingness to chat over the issue any longer.

“Say”, Pantalone leans to the door, his fingers, at this moment of time, bare, scratching the roof edges of his antiquated mansion wall, “Are you deeply offended by my comment? It is but something… trivial.” Seeing no reaction from you Pantalone slowly makes his way to the bed and sits down, his body making an impact to the mattress, that being gently pressed on.

“I should have held my tongue.”

“Your tongue is poisonous”, you say abruptly. Upon hearing this, Pantalone reaches his hand to your hand and takes it in his. 

“Hear me out… Please, darling, I would never honestly speak so ill-mannered of you. It was out of stress. You are not… pathetic. Never have been.”

“Mhm. How about ‘brat’? How about ‘loving me only because I provide for the family?’” 

Pantalone closes his eyes and shakes his head. You can see how his own words inflicted upon you sting. 

“Nonsense! Not a single word I spoke then was truthful.”

“Pantalone, if I ever made you doubt my affections, please do let me know.”

You abruptly put your book on the bedside table and switch the lights off. 

Wriothesley

“Why do you keep insisting on these things? You think I don’t know them?”

“I think you’re simply less educated than me. You should understand, Y/N that in some aspects you may be less intelligent. Stupid even.”

“Less intelligent! Stupid!” 

Wriothesley covers his face and bites his own lip when he realises what unruly language he just used. 

“I didn't mean that-”

“That I’m stupid?” Your patience blows up and you decisively start strutting to the exit door of his office.

“I didn't mean to sound that harshly!” Desperately Wriothesley follows; but to no avail. You already shut your door before his nose.

A few hours after Wriothesley finds you in your two’s favourite café, of course it would be the place where you’d go to reflect on your irritation. 

“Here, your favourites”, he puts the bouquet of vivid red flowers on top of the coffee table, next to your hand, and does it with such carefulness of behaviour you would least expect from him.

You look at him, facing Wriothesley’s eyes at last and as if having your thoughts read the duke says with regret:

“And sorry.”

You take a look at the flowers, your fingers caressing the petals.

“Okay”, you respond quietly. Wriothesley receives approval from you and takes a seat, his attitude nothing but amiable, a far cry from his roughness in the morning.

Neuvillette

“I told you that some matters I unfortunately, willing or not, have to solve on my own. There is no place for you in some of my business, because you’re just one weak-” Neuvillette holds his tongue, realising how personally offensive the words he said sounded. How villainous he suddenly appeared before you.

“Human? Yeah, I know. But me being human doesn't mean I can’t think and analyse, and there’s no way I’d approve the responsibility you’re about to take on yourself. I strictly dissgree.”

“Strictly disagree?” Neuvillette does not believe his ears, for you had always been a quiet amd obedient one, quite agreeable and supportive of his opinions. Yet this time you could not stay silent, seeing how your precious husband puts himself in danger for the hundredth time.

“You are to not take on that mission, are we clear, Neuvillette? And I am not weak, neither am I dumb or uninformed.”

In awe, Neuvillette stands there, looking at you. At last he takes one careful step closer, his hand in his hair, pulling it back as he’s thinking on something with raw intensity.

“If my wife is ready to convince me so much to not do something, if she finds my impulses false, then I will do my best to refrain. Knowing how worried you might be for me, perhaps it would be wise to reject the mission first and utmost.”

You nod, your face grave, uninterested as you turn away from him and walk out of his office. Only then Neuvillette stops you, his wrist tightly on yours. 

“Please, beloved, if you could forgive me for my poor choice of words and underestimating your judgment.”

“It doesn't happen first time, Neuvillette, for being a dragon sovereign makes you incredibly stiff to perceiving others’ opinions. But I’m glad if you do truly believe me now.”

“I do. Please, don't stay furious and frustrated for long.” 

You finally smile, forgiving your dragon husband as you make haste to leave the court, otherwise dramatic Fontainian society that loves gossiping and tragedy so much, will turn your little banter into a lavish scandal.

Tartaglia

“Peanut, I just said that you can’t fight as hard as I do, I didn't mean it in a bad way.”

“Of course, Ajax. You meant it in the way ‘I’m the coolest, and you are inferior’.”

“No, no, no. It’s a misunderstanding! Hear me out, babygirl…” Tartaglia gently grips the both of your shoulders and stares intimately into your eyes.

“I just wanted… You know, I just meant…” he blushes crazily and his expression radiates sheer embarrassment as he tries to seek excuse to explain himself. “I, uhh… Consider myself a great fighter, and you are exceptionally good, too…”

“Exceptionally good?” 

“Absolutely exceptionally good, babygirl. But I am simply worried, okay? I’m scared”, he rubs your shoulders up and down, as if trying to comfort you, but in honesty it rather comforts himself. “I don’t want you hurt. So you better stay home. Training.”

“Training only, nice. I will never fight real enemies if I am constantly kept hostage in Fatui training camp.”

“You’re just… so fragile. You know what I mean?”

“Uhuh. The Eleventh considers me a weakling. Nice discovery, if you weren't my boyfriend”, you free yourself from his grasp and go about the narrow long corridor of headquarters. “I thought you would trust in me and my power a tiny bit more.”

Ajax follows you immediately, his steps agile and steady as his hand gently takes yours.

“You may come with me next time. But tomorrow, I want you safe. Okay? And please… I’d never call you weak… Never.”

“Mm…” you gently caress his gloved hand with your thumb, almost failing to see him in the dim light, but feeling his erratic breath caused by quick talking.

Capitano

“I can’t let you do this, woman. You are acting immature. You have always been a bit naïve, but this is where you should start obeying me”, Capitano says with a harsh, yet genteel aura around him.

“And my love for you, Capitano, is also naïve?”

At that moment Capitano drops his expressionless, emotionless act and looks at you with horrified glint in his eyes. He wants to comfort you, to apologise for his words but realises that was once said cannot be taken back. Oh how he wishes he would hold his tongue for a little while longer!

“I didn't mean that, woman. You know that I would never-”

He shuts his eyes for a second, a storm of overwhelming thoughts crosses his mind over and over while you are standing before him, patiently waiting for an answer and expecting your husband to provide you with a proper one.

“You are weak… no not weak; you are frail. You need protection. And I want to protect you, but I may not be able to do it in Natlan. Not when I am wounded myself.”

“Oh, believe me, Capitano, I can and will protect myself. And you know what, big guy? I don't even need your permission to come with you anymore. You will accept me, because I am your wife, and I will be by your side. Especially, when you are wounded.”

Capitano raises his hand to caress your cheek with his knuckles, light-weight.

“You are going to get yourself in trouble, love.”

“I know my limits, and I can clearly see that my husband needs me, even though he won't ever admit it.”

The raven-haired tall gracious man with impeccably sharp aura around him speaks with emotion:

“But if you get hurt, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself.”

You stand on your tiptoes and cup his cheeks.

“Oh, Capitano, I will take care of myself just to spare you the trouble.”

Dottore

“You’re a dork, I don’t even have pity for your stupidity. You got this chemical burn deserved.”

“Said who? You’re the one treating it right now, Doctor”, you respond with a tiny smug smirk, watching how carefully and gently Dottore is working on your palm. The burn is not too big, but painful enough to prevent you from completing your tasks for today.

Dottore reveals his teeth, groaning at you, his self highly dissatisfied and frustrated. He smoothly applies a herbal-smelling ointment and covers your hand with tight bandages.

“I insist you staying home tomorrow. I will speak with Pierro and describe him the accident.”

“Surely you don't have to go to such lengths for me only, Dottore. You know, I could speak with the Jester myself.”

Dottore stabs the knife with which he had been cutting the bandages, into the desk.

“NO, he won’t even speak to you. He is very uneasy to find”, he lets out a long held sigh. “Besides, brat, I think I made it clear you need to rest at home.” He glares at you with his poisonous ruby eyes. “Primarily, in your bed.”

“If the doctor says so”, you shrug, too exhausted to argue and too grateful for his help to deny him of this small favour. “I do not mind staying in my bed for a little while.”

Once the treatment has come to an end, Dottore once again checks your hand; quickly, lightly, without a single unnecessary touch or glance. 

“Sorry for calling you a dork. I didn't mean it wholeheartedly”, he clears throat. “Though I still think your ass is highly careless.”

“I will work on it, hopefully my curiosity doesn't lead me to any other injuries”, you wave to him upon leaving the lab. “Can’t have my doctor worry too much.”

“Remember to look closer what you touch in my lab next time, silly creature.”

Dainsleif

“I think you’re forgetting how difficult it is to fight Abyss alone. I can’t believe you disobeyed me again and went seeking for abyssal hounds. This is infuriating, Y/N. I have never seen a woman act so stupidly and rashly before”, Dainsleif says roughly, through gritted teeth. His expression is grave and ominous.

“I feel strong desire to take your Vision away and lock you home until you learn to respect my rules.”

“Your ‘rules’?” You raise your eyebrow, looking at Dainsleif no less infuriated and frustrated than he is currently. “You think if you’re older than me, I have to act like your little puppet on strings who does everything that is ordered? Hell no, Dainsleif. We won’t have it this way.”

“FOOL!” He yells, his arm grabbing you tightly and pressing you against a wall. “You could have gotten yourself killed! You could have been hurt! You don’t know the thoughts running through my mind when I imagine you hurt; I want to burn the whole world for you.”

“Let me go, Dain. Please, this is uncalled for, you know that, right?” As you gently ask him Dainsleif slowly, but hesitantly releases your arm and takes a step back, closing his hands behind his back.

“I ask you once again to refrain from getting yourself harmed by the hand of Abyss.”

“Did you just call me a fool? I thought you were better than that.”

“For that ruthless language, I apologise. However I need your obedience when it comes to survival matters.”

Slowly, you walk over to look into Dainsleif’s eyes.

“I understand your tragedy wholeheartedly and I sincerely respect your wish to protect me, but you need to understand that my fighting skills are not low anymore, I can be efficient and agile.”

Dainsleif’s head hangs down, you see that he is contemplating something in the depth of his heart.

“I see”, his hand reaches out to you, even though he is not looking in your direction. Dainself intertwines his fingers with yours and speaks, much quieter and softer words:

“I’m sorry for calling you a fool. That was uncalled for”, his hand gives you a light but worried squeeze. “Just… be careful, Y/N.”

Alhaitham 

“You’re acting like a child. Your opinions are too dreamy, irrational and irrelevant”, Alhaitham speaks briefly as he opens his book and hides his sharp gaze somewhere in the middle of the paragraphs.

Having acknowledged his disregard to you with pain in your heart you throw your arms around and ask him with bright feeling which is contradicting his own manner of speaking.

“Speak about irrelevance! You are the embodiment of irrationality yourself, for guilting me into thinking that you actually care for me.”

Alhaitham stays still for a moment but a tense squeeze he gives the book in his fingers raises even more contradictory emotions between you. 

“I knew you are a difficult person to get intimately acquainted with, but your actions proved that you had at least a bit of attraction towards me. If not, then your choice of words and manner of speaking to personally me was too extreme. If not, and you are dreaded by the mere thought of me being intimately honest with you, spit it out. I don’t want you to play the romance where it no really belongs. I don’t want you to like me out of pity.”

“But I don’t”, Alhaitham finally closes the book and removes from his seat. “Your opinions and decisions make me question whether or not we are compatible enough.”

“That is because you are thinking too rationally.”

“And you are thinking too irrationally.”

“You were the one to touch my hand and hug me in a very personal way. And if I am not mistaken, you are the man who never touches anyone and is dreaded by a mere thought of being pulled out from your serenity.”

Alhaitham then shivers slightly, his body mannerisms betraying distress and frustration that is not by a long shot defined in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry for calling you these words. These are bad words, I should not be disrespecting you so”, he looks away, giving his lip a strong bite whereas finally giving you a relief: “I always thought and I still think that you are a perfect companion for me, but our opinions are very unlike.”

“So you think two people cannot get accustomed to living with each other if they have different choice of words or thinking! Alhaitham, this is laughable.”

“The only laughable thing right now is that I desperately want to hug you”, without further hesitation he pulls you into his arms, an embrace filled with warmth and dedication, while his fingers gently stroke your back. “I apologise, my love.”

Baizhu

“You are being too nosy and impatient, sweetheart. I asked you to not ask me specifics of my contracts and yet here you are - interrogating me like some sort of criminal. I am feeling pressured and most frustrated!” He throws his arms around. “Darling, if you could give me some space, I would finish what I started with no further delay.”

“Am I violating your space by simply caring for your well-being? Baizhu, your contract has gone way too far; your help to people robs you of your own happiness, can you not see it?”

“I will be most contented if you simply leave me to finish my work. I would be happy if you simply encouraged me, but I’d be even more grateful if you stopped asking me so many questions.”

You know perfectly well what it’s like to sacrifice yourself for other people’s sake however you could not any longer bear seeing your love life being disrupted by Baizhu constantly feeling sick and suffering. You want nothing more than him to feel safe, secure and well, but instead this curious pharmacist only risks more and more his life in exchange of knowledge and improvement.

Though, Baizhu did recognise your words as a simple statement of care, he only admitted it in a few days. While you were helping him sort his things out in the pharmacy, Baizhu dropped his formal act and gently touched your hand.

“Darling?”

You stopped sorting at once when you heard what he declared:

“I’m sorry, I was so rude to you speaking about my health.”

You turn to face him and notice the sincerest apology in his snake eyes.

“I just wish you’d understand that my worry for you is not intended to make you uncomfortable or distressed.”

“I do understand it now. I will try my best to not bring you suffering from seeing me suffer. I cannot reject what I had started, but I will seek ways to heal both me and you from this torture.”

The gentle confession ends with Baizhu rubbing his thumb against the top of your hand. 

[softxsuki]

Hello, congratulations on your milestone!!! I am not sure if there are any spots left, but if there are, can you please do the trope enemies to lovers with a tokyo revengers character? Have a nice day and congratulations again!!!

1.5k Follower Event Trope #1 Tokyo Revengers

Trope 1: Enemies to Lovers

This event is now CLOSED. You can check out the masterlist for this event here.

| Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader | Genre: mmm fluffish?? | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 760 |

Warnings: Slight mention of violence and being killed (baji says it once, no one actually dies)

Note: Thank you so much! I had this one sitting in my google docs for while because I didn't like it, but I reread it today and I think it grew on me after letting it sit there for a while lol. Enjoy :D

“Why are you here again?” Baji spits, not impressed at all.

You were another person Mikey had dragged in, finding you interesting and deeming you both friends, not that you minded. You hadn’t joined Toman, but Mikey always invited you over to their base, and you quickly became fond of many of them, including a certain black-haired man that couldn’t find it in him to accept you.

“Still suspicious of me? Seriously Kei, ever thought about loosening up?” You question, walking past him.

The nickname makes Baji’s heart flutter slighty, much to him mentally refusing to acknowledge it. “Oi, I told you about calling me that name. Stop acting like we’re so close to each other! I don’t want you here,” he grits, hating how unfazed you were by his  ‘hatred’ for you.

“Yeah yeah, I know you like it,” you tease, disappearing down the stairs to head back home for the day.

Since the first time Mikey introduced you to everyone, Baji had his suspicions about you. How could everyone just openly accept you to hang around them and listen in on their meetings? What if you were working for a rival gang, showing up to get intel for them? Why was he the only one suspicious of you? And why did you have such an affect on him? Your carefree attitude, your disregard for being surrounded by dangerous men. He felt so conflicted.

The longer you hung around, the more he let his walls fall, yet he kept that stubborn, rudeness whenever you were with him. He refused to show that he had somewhat trusted you, let alone that he may or may not have a thing for you–though he’d never admit that to anyone, he could barely admit it to himself. 

One day though, you had managed to gain all his trust. You had found a sneaky rat from a rival gang sneaking around Toman’s grounds, just looking for trouble. Could you fight? No. Were you still going to call him out and try and get him to leave? Yes.

You approach the man and begin to threaten him, talking big for someone who couldn’t defend themselves. Baji was watching the whole thing go down from afar. A tinge of suspicion grew as he watched you approach the man who was clearly up to no good and didn’t belong with Toman, but that all vanished as soon as he saw you try and make him leave.

“That idiot,” he grunts to himself, tying his hair up as he makes his way over to you, arriving just in time as the guy goes to throw a punch your way.

Baji quickly pushes you out of the way, and easily beats the guy up, mentally making a note of the gang attire he wore so he could inform Mikey of the situation later.

“Are you insane? It’s like you were just asking to get killed! You should have just shouted for one of us to help, we’d be able to hear you if you screamed loud enough. What kind of idiot who knows they’re weak, tries to fight someone off alone?” Baji went on and on, telling you off, yet all you could do was smile at him.

“Stop looking at me like that with that stupid grin, it isn’t funny”

“Heh, you care about me,” you smirk, egging him on.

“Of cour- What?! NO! No, I don't. What made you ever come to that conclusion?” He screamed, his face growing red at his almost confession. Why were you so irritatingly cute?

He could deny it all he wanted, but it was obvious how he felt for you. Now knowing that he could trust you, he started hanging around you more often. And after a few more months, he became the one who’d invite you over.

“You know…you could just ask me out instead of staring at me all the time. I’d say yes.” You say from beside him, feeling his eyes on you as you sit side by side on the shrine steps.

“What?! I-” He groans, feeling stupid that he was so obvious. With a sigh, he looks away from you. “Then let’s date.” 

You didn’t expect him to actually go along with it. Who knew the man who had hated you so much would be secretly admiring you and finally have the guts to ask you out.

“Sure,” you shrug, feeling your own face heat up.

It would take some time to fully warm up, but dating was the first step, a large step from where you’d been with each other before.

Posted: 1/2/2024

[specialagentlokitty]

Holt x Male!reader - all this time

Heyy, So i know you don’t write for Holt (Brooklyn Nine Nine) But i was wondering if you could make an exception? A Raymond Holt x male reader where instead of Ray being married to Kevin he’s married to reader instead n readers Jake’s big brother but jake doesn’t know readers married to holt and he finds out? if not it’s ok!! I love youre work and make sure to drink lots of water!! - Anon💜

A/N: holt has never been on my request list, but since I know there’s probably no fics for him I decided to write this one :))

Making your way downstairs, you glanced at your watch before walking into the kitchen where your husband was getting a glass of water.

“Raymond, I need to head out to work, there’s been some problems at the office.”

He turned around.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I think it’s more so just some of the interns accidentally filed some paperwork wrong. Are you heading to work today?”

“Yes, I will be there all day.”

You nodded, walking over and kissed his cheek before making your way across the kitchen to grab your coffee.

“I’ll come by after I’m finished.”

With that you jogged away, having to get to the office as quickly as you possibly could.

Making your way in, you found the interns lined up against the wall, and you furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.

“Why’re you stood there?” You asked.

“Thomas told us to stand here until you get back sir.” One replied.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“This isn’t a military training camp, go on, go sit down in the conference room.”

They nodded, making their way over there and you walked behind Thomas, lightly hitting the back of his head.

“Be nicer to them.”

“They could’ve messed up big time.” He huffed.

“This is their first job, give them all some credit. If you’ve got all the files we’ll go through them with them all and explain the process again.”

“Alright alright.”

You took one half of the interns while he took the other half to a different room.

You spent an hour carefully explaining everything step by step by step with them, and getting them to show you when you had shown them.

“Just remember if you’re not sure always ask, even if you come ask me, there’s no such thing as a stupid question. If you have to ask it a hundred times then you asked a hundred times.”

One of the interns put her hand up, and you smiled at her, dismissing the others and letting her come over.

“I’m not entirely sure what to do afterwards…”

“That’s alright Sophie, let’s go have a look.”

She nodded, following after you with the files in her hands.

“Everything is set up in alphabetical order, so you’ll want to find the first letter of the file, so if you set them all down and pick up the first one.”

You carried on showing her what to do, and you made sure she completely understood everything.

Making your way back to the office you wrote a step by step listen, and you taped it to the wall next to the cabinet, letting them all know it was there.

While you were there you decided to do some work, and went back to your desk.

Not long after you started your work your phone chined and you picked it up.

Jake: come bring me lunch please!

Laughing a little bit, you sent a reply back.

You: sure I’ll be there soon.

Putting your work away, you went to pick up Jakes favourite food, then to the precinct.

Heading up, you made your way to his and dropped the bag down on the desk, placing your hand on his head, ruffling his hair a little bit.

“Yes you’re the best!”

“You’re always broke. Seriously Jake, how to you survive?”

“Hey! I’m not broke!” He huffed.

Laughing a little, you took the fries from the bag and stood there eating while you listened to him talk about what he had been up too.

He stopped eating and looked up at you.

“Where the hell have you been anyway? It’s been ages.”

“Sorry, I’ve been busy with work. Then we’ve been redecorating our home, so that’s taken a lot of free time as well.”

“When am I going to meet this husband? I can’t believe you got married without me…” he pouted.

You laughed softly, patting his head a couple of times.

“I know, I’m sorry, but when we got married I wasn’t actually out as gay to mom or you, so I thought it was easier.”

You stood up, excusing yourself to go and wash your hands and you came back, making your way to the captains office instead and knocked on the door.

When he looked up you smiled at him, leaning against the doorframe.

“How’s work going?”

“It is the same as every other day. Did you fix the mistake?”

You nodded your head, making your way inside.

You sat down in the chair opposite him, explaining to him what had happened, and what you did to help them fix the mistake.

He listened as you spoke while doing his own work.

“Oh, by the way Jake keeps asking who I’m married to.”

“Have you not told him?”

“Well, I decided it was your choice. You’re his boss.”

“You are his brother.”

You laughed a little bit, nodding your head.

“Yeah, but as my husband it’s always up to you if we tell him.”

“YOU MARRIED HOLT?!”

You spun around, giving your younger brother a sheepish look.

A few more people crowded around, and you pointed to the man who was behind you.

“Ask your captain! Bye!”

Getting up you ran off with a laugh as Holt called for you not to let him handle all of that alone

[sgstories123]

Rafiq’s School Trip 2 - Pleasuring Char

Rafiq looked at the students while waiting for the hotel clerk to get their room keys ready. They have been giving me knowing smiles and giggling behind his back, gesturing at him. Charmaine must have told them what happened on the plane. Fuck! This is going to get me fired from my job. Rafiq cursed at his own stupidity.

“Here are the keys, sir.” The hotel clerk broke his train of thoughts. Each of the teacher had their own rooms. The students shared a room based on their gender.

“Alright. You can now go to your rooms and freshen up. We will meet at the hotel lobby in an hour’s time for lunch. If you did not sleep well during the night flight, you should take a short nap as we have an afternoon activity scheduled. Don’t be sleeping during class and ruin our school’s reputation.” Rafiq instructed the students as he handed out the keys.

“Cher. You should also take a nap as you did not sleep well during the flight and exerted yourself quite a bit.” Kumar chimed in. Charmaine giggled as Rafiq’s face turned red. He ignored the comment and hastened the students to their rooms. He had a room on the same floor as the students, just a couple of doors away. Mr Tan and Ms Low were on different floors. Maybe he can have a chat with Charmaine without the rest of the teachers knowing, he thought to himself.

After taking a quick shower, he went to the girls’ room, checking to make sure that the boys did not see him. He knocked softly on the door.

“Oh, it’s Cher!” Charmaine greeted him brightly as she opened the door.

“Shh! Where’s Denise?” Rafiq asked, looking down the corridor to make sure no one saw him.

“She’s taking a bath. You want me to call her?”

“No. Keep quiet. I have something that I need to say to you.” Rafiq whispered. Just then, the lift door sounded. Someone was coming out of the lift. Rafiq pushed his way into the room and closed the door quietly.

Standing in front of Charmaine now, he saw that she was wearing a short tank top that showed her cleavage and most of her breasts. They were really huge and Rafiq’s cock stirred in his sweatpants. Shit. He cursed at himself. He should have won his business pants. At least it would not be so obvious when he has an erection.

“Did you come for a second round, Cher? Can’t wait is it?” Charmaine teased.

“No. I mean, what we did was wrong. I should not have done it. I am sorry. Can we pretend that it never happened? Please?” Rafiq pleaded.

“Huh? Why do I need to pretend that it did not happen? You did not like fucking me?” Charmaine pouted seductively again.

Rafiq was mesmerised. He was getting a little confused over the whole situation. But he remembered his own precarious situation. “Don’t tell anyone, please. I could lose my job.”

“So you asking me for a favour, Cher? Then what do I get in return?” Charmaine smiled innocently.

Rafiq cursed. Now he was being blackmailed. All because of one stupid act.

“I will do anything you want. Just don’t tell anyone and pretend that it did not happen.” Rafiq held onto Charmaine’s shoulders, emphasising the seriousness of the matter.

“Well, you know, you had fun in the plane this morning but I did not really enjoy myself. I am still horny. How about you pleasure me and we can call it quits?” Charmaine purred, her fingers pushing down one side of her shorts so that it revealed part of her ass.

“No. I already did something wrong this morning. You want me to do it again?”

“Not again. Just continue with what you have done and complete it. I am unsatisfied you know.” Charmaine laid one hand on Rafiq’s neck. “Cher, make me happy and I will do anything you want. Like not telling Mr Tan what we did in the plane.”

Charmaine lifted her head up and closed her eyes, waiting for a kiss. Rafiq could not resist the temptation and bent forwards to kiss her. Her lips were thick and full. She sucked out Rafiq’s tongue, and played with it using her own tongue. Rafiq has lost all control.

Chermaine squat down in front of Rafiq, pulling down his sweatpants, releasing his hard cock. “Oh my God! Cher has the nicest, largest cock.” She cooed. 

She grabbed his cock and sucked on it hungrily, making loud slurpy noises as her saliva dripped down from the tip of his cock down towards his base. She was a messy cock sucker.

“Oh, I am so horny. I need your cock in me now. Fuck me and make me cum, Cher!” Charmaine implored, staring straight up at Rafiq.

Rafiq thought maybe he could turn the situation around. He pulled Charmaine up and pushed her with her face against the wall. “I will fuck you and make you cum. But you must promise that you will do what I say and don’t tell Mr Tan.”

“Yes, Cher. I will listen to you. Fuck me!” Chermaine begged.

Rafiq pulled down her pants and guided his cock into her already wet love hole. He could see their reflection in the long mirror positioned at the entrance of the room. He pulled up her tank top, releasing her huge breasts. Gosh, his naked student looked even more sexy than when he saw her this morning. As he pumped her, he could see his cock entering her shaved cunt effortlessly in the mirror. That made it even more erotic for him. He was lost in his pleasure as Charmaine moaned loudly. Then he heard water running in the toilet. Fuck! He had forgotten all about Denise taking a shower in the bathroom.

“Cher. You better hurry! I think Denise is almost done with her shower.” Charmaine panted.

“Fuck!” Rafiq pounded Charmaine harder and faster, his cock grew harder and longer thinking that he could be discovered by another student while fucking a student. “Argh!” Rafiq could not stop himself and ejaculated into Charmaine, as he gave a final thrust.

He quickly pulled up his pants and gave Charmaine a final look. Gosh, she was one sexy bitch. “Remember your promise, Charmaine.” He then left the room, quietly closing the door after him.

Charmaine laughed silently to herself. Men! All the same. “But I have not cummed yet, Cher. I am not pleasured so I can’t promise you anything.”

[mephinomaly]

[TL] BIOHAZARD/Prologue

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Season: Winter

Time: Early March in the first year of ES’s establishment

Location: In a underground livehouse, one of UNDEAD’s haunts

Keito: (What is that?)

(What the hell is happening…?)

Rei: 『♪~♪~♪』

Kaoru: 『♪♪♪♪♪』

Koga: 『H！E！L！L！』

Adonis: 『S！I！N！G！』

Koga + Adonis: 『We are 『HELLSING』 ...☆』

Keito: I have no idea what’s going on—

HELLSING…? No matter how I look at it, that’s UNDEAD!

Rei: 『♪~♪~♪』

Kaoru: 『♪♪♪♪♪』

Keito: Oi! Listen up!

I know this isn’t a great time but I need to ask you guys something!

Adonis: —Hey. Oogami, Oogami, Hasumi-senpai is in the stage wings making a racket.

I am not sure how our senpais will react to this, so I think we should deal with him before something bad happens.

Koga: Nah, if somethin’ was gonna happen, it woulda happened by now.

Actually, I don’t want this important live t’be interrupted. Guess we’ll have t’see what he wants.

Oi, shitty glasses— Whaddya want?

Can’t you see we’re in the middle of rehearsal?

Keito: Let me make this clear first of all - I have no intention of interrupting your activities. I’m no longer the vice-president of the Student Council so I have no reason to be supervising the activities of problem children like you.

Koga: God, you fuckin’ know how t’waffle on and on. So why are you here if it’s got nothin’ t’do with us? Random person who looks good in glasses, whaddya want, hmmmm?

Keito: Well I don’t see how that’s relevant. We once donned the same costumes and participated in the same activities, and now we share an agency.

And that is precisely why I, as a representative of RhythmLink, have gone out of my way to come ask you this.

Your recent “peculiar activity” has become troublesome for the agency.

Therefore, I’d like to know what’s happening, UNDEAD.

Firstly-, what is “HELLSING”?

Koga: ...

Keito: Why are you keeping quiet, Oogami?

Can’t you explain it to me? After all, as you quite rightly said, you and I are in different units and are complete strangers who–

Adonis: Please wait a moment, Hasumi-senpai. I don’t think Oogami will be able to explain this very well.

Truthfully, we don’t really know what’s going on ourselves—

Koga: Shut it, Adonis. Yer actin’ like a parent who’s watchin’ their kid run their first errand. Stop addin’ unnecessary shit to the conversation.

Adonis: But, Hasumi-senpai will probably be able to offer useful advice—

Koga: Shut up! He fuckin’ said it himself, he ain’t got nothin’ to do with us anymore!

Now you’re actin’ like your our parents and tryna stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong! Stupid shitty glasses.

Keito: That was never my intention… I’m really– no, I mean, I’m worried about you.

I always end up imposing Oogami with heavy burdens that are my own responsibility.

Koga: Oi, don’t apologise! They told me to take it on, and you told me it was a lot anyway!

…Seriously man, don’t worry ‘bout it. HELLSING is just a different name we, UNDEAD, use on stage.

Recently, the hardcore rock image we use on stage versus the stupid silly image we use on like, variety shows is creatin’ a divert… divertent?

Adonis: A divergence?

Koga: Yeah, that! It’s creating a divergence in terms of how we present ourselves, so we thought that we could just use different names whether we’re on stage or doin’ our regular activities!

It’s like those mangas you fuckin’ love so much. They use different names dependin’ on what they’re doin’.

Keito: Umu… I suppose that’s true, as there are mangaka that operate under different pseudonyms based on if they are working on commercial materials or R-18 material.

Though generally, fans can tell from their art style that it is the same person.

Adonis: I don’t know much about manga but. Think of it as a parent company setting up subsidiaries, where each brand markets different things dependent on what activities they engage in.

Our, so to speak, immoral, radical activities will be handled by HELLSING, and our more friendly and palatable activities handled by UNDEAD.

Only what we do and the name has changed, the members remain the same. Me, Oogami, Sakuma-senpai, and Hakaze-senpai.

Keito: So what’s the point in doing all this…?

Koga: Shut uppp, there’s a ton of reasons. I get you’re a producer ‘n all but why’s it any of your business?

Keito: ...

Koga: …It’s whatever, alright?

This is what I wanted. To be honest, the fans are a little confused but everyone else is pretty happy with it.

I feel like I can actually breathe now I’m not bein’ forced t’do stupid varieties shows ‘n shit like that.

So that means it’s a good thing— all of it is.

I said it’s fine so everyone who says otherwise should shaddup!

『♪~♪~♪』

[ ☆ ]

Chapter 1

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I have been cruising for awhile for a Spiderverse and UT Aus fanfics and I can't really find any so here I am 🫡

So can we have an S/O who's the spider in their universe and one day they reveal to the skeleton their identity and that they are apart of the secret multiverse spider organization. With the main skelebros?

Undertale Sans - "k". He has no idea what the hell you're talking about but that looks important. He's a bit more worried about the multiverse thingy though. Does it mean he can randomly meet an edgy you? Because he met himself but edgy and he doesn't want to do that again, you know? As long as you're safe, you can do whatever you want to do.

Undertale Papyrus - He is still sitting in front of you and he doesn't react to anything you just said. So you ask if he understands? "OH YES, DEFINITELY! TOTALLY! ... NO. NO, NOT A WORD ACTUALLY, WHAT THE HELL IS SPIDER-MAN?" He's so confused and he's seriously wondering if you hit your head or something.

Underswap Sans - He gasps. You're Spider-Man?! He's a big fan! Can you make him fly in the city? Come one, please, please, please, please, pleaaaaaase! Blue didn't listen to any of the other things you said, all he wants is to flit with you. It's only in the middle of the night he suddenly sits up and asks what do you mean by multiverse. Took him long enough.

Underswap Papyrus - He gives you a very concerned look. Listen, he understands the stuff you see on TV can be confusing, but Spider-Man is a fictional character and just because he cosplayed as Spider-Man last year doesn't mean it's real. Are you sure you don't have a fever or something? You're kinda creeping him out now.

Underfell Sans - "and that spider multiverse organization, it's with us in the room right now?" Yeah, sure, you're a superhero that saves people for free just because you're nice. If there were any superheroes, they would all be mercenaries working for millions of dollars, he's not stupid. He then looks at you. ... Wait, you're not joking? Uh, are you out of your mind? Do you want to die or something? The hell you mean you're leaving into another universe tomorrow? He's coming with you! There's no way he's letting you alone with random superheroes or bullshit like these? What if you die and he never knows?!

Underfell Papyrus - So. What you're telling him is that all this time he was trying to keep you alive, you just randomly and happily run to your death disguised as a spider or something to fight bad guys that are almost impossible to beat and that could kill you any second now. What the hell? Is he a joke to you? What's your problem? Do whatever you want, he doesn't care. He hopes you'll get hurt badly to realize how stupid all of this is.

Horrortale Sans - .... Could you repeat everything you just said with really simple words? He thinks he hallucinated and that you told him you're a superhero who can climb on the ceiling and traverse across dimensions or something. ... What? Why you're looking at him like that?

Horrortale Papyrus - He's not too happy about it, but as long as you come back on time for dinner, he won't say anything. He's not sure he understands why you're doing this, but you seem to like it and you're helping people, so it would be pretty selfish to say something about it. He can't stop worrying for you every time you leave the house though.

Swapfell Sans - He's not sure why you're doing it, but it seems important for you. Nox still thinks that's extremely dangerous and that one of these days, you're going to get hurt. He doesn't like that you're depending on people you know nothing about from other dimensions. You don't know what are their motivations, and if he learned something through all these years as a captain is to never have people asking you favors. He doesn't trust even one second all these other guys showing up in his house from time to time, and he can feel that some of them have a very high LV. He begs you to be careful.

Swapfell Papyrus - So. Does this mean you're sticky from everywhere? Like, your entire body? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) He's just asking, you know. For no reason in particular. You slap him. But that doesn't answer his question though.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Uh oh. He actually knows Spider-Man really well. He put a bounty on your head after you kinda exploded one of his totally legal businesses. That's the first time you see Wine actually surprised you think. Well, not for the reason you think, but still. That might be a problem at some point, even more since he knows there are multiple of you. What if one of your "friends" found out what he's doing in his world and warned you about him? He should probably look out in how much trouble he would be if he kills random Spider-Men across the Multiverse.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - OMG! You're really Spider-Man? He's so excited! He's a huge fan. Can he be your sidekick? Pretty please! He could be a cool sidekick! You tell him he can be if he survives the flying test. Poor Coffee is holding for dear life to you, screaming at the top of his lungs and begging you to put him back on the floor. That was the shortest career as a sidekick ever, but at least he tried.

[noroi1000]

May i request for part 2 of Now, before and after- the same. This is a flash back since in the first part at the ending, the reader is already dating gojo and geto. In the one shot after teen gojo and Geto tell their adult their version about the reader loving them, they want to court her. So maybe the same day or the next day the reader was about to leave to go to work and when she was walking to the door, the doorbell rang and adult gojo and Geto came to the reader’s house by surprise with gifts and flowers. The reader was shocked and wasn’t expecting any of it. At first she thought that maybe they came to see their younger versions and the gifts are for them, like the point was that she genuinely had no idea that it was for her. Teen gojo and geto knew about the surprise and didn’t told the reader until they came to the front door and said that it was for her. She was speechless for a few seconds and then giggled thinking it was just a joke, they tried telling her it wasn’t a joke but she wasn’t taking it seriously and she left to go to work, she didn’t Believe them since they’re dating each other and has been heartbroken for so long and came terms with the fact that they’ll never see her in that way. Adult gojo and geto were shocked at her reaction and didn’t expect it and their teen versions had the same reactions. So they decided to make a plan to prove the reader that they’re serious (the plan you can make it however you want) and basically they planned successes and after a long time she was finally convinced and decided to date them.

Now, before and after - the same 0.5

This is part 0.5 which means that what is described here happened before the ending in part 1.It's like a bonus to show what happened before the ending.

Summary: How could they not fall in love with you?After all, it took their younger versions so little time! They love you already!That's why they need to make a plan for their older selves to become your boyfriends!

"I am telling you! Why couldn't you fucking fall in love with her?!" Young Gojo shouted at the adult, who was drinking from a can. 

He handed him the second can, knowing something like that would have calmed him down when he was younger.

With a snort, the younger one opened the drink. 

"Let's start from the beginning. I really don't know how to get along with them... Let's talk alone," adult Geto said to his younger self as he sat across from him. 

“Satoru is upset because he fell in love with (y/n) while we were living with her." The younger one said this, earning him a blow to the head from his white-haired friend.

"Shut up!"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." the blindfolded man said that and gave them a smile. "(y/n) was always so sweet! No wonder you fell in love with her!"

"If you say so, why weren't you with her?"

It was quiet for a while. This conversation was really difficult.... 

"She was our student... And then, when she finished school, she disappeared..."

"So why didn't you look for her?" 

"... We thought she hated us," said adult Geto.

"That was stupid..." The adult, six-eyed, scratched the back of his neck. 

"If you listen to our plan, this will change. We know a way to get (y/n) into a relationship with you!”

You knew these two would always be lazing around on your couch or on your bed while you left for work. 

But you were happy that they felt at home with you. And until they get back to their timeline, they can just live lazily in your house. 

You enjoyed their company. And as long as they are with you, you will be happy. Because they are younger versions of the people you love.

If there were two babies in your house, you would love them too. After all, these are the same people. 

You never got to meet Gojo and Geto, who were at school. You couldn't meet them because, when they were in school, you were even younger. You couldn't meet schoolboys Satoru and Suguru because you could only meet Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei.  Your two teachers didn't know what exactly to do because you were their first student. 

And you still wish you had any classmates to distract you from them... Maybe if you had someone, their attention wouldn't just be on you. And maybe you wouldn't fall in love with them...

But now, what can you do? It's been a few years now...

You will enjoy life with their younger versions while they are here.

[Ding Ding]

You heard the doorbell.

Just now, when were you about to leave home for work? 

This person who came probably has very bad (or perfect) timing...

With a sigh, you walked to the door. And your movements were closely watched by two teenagers who, at first, pretended that they just wanted to sleep. 

After all, they were the ones who organized it.

They had to see if their plan would work!

But according to their adult versions, the fact that they listened to teenagers in matters of the heart was at least strange... After all, at their age, they didn't have much experience winning hearts!

You grabbed the doorknob and opened it, looking with shock on your face when you saw a very familiar white-haired and black-haired man.

"...Sensei...?" you muttered, looking at their even more serious faces before they smiled in your direction.

What are they doing here? Why do they have flowers and chocolates in their hands? What is this? 

Ooh... Or maybe they found out that younger versions of themselves had appeared in this world and came to greet them?  But since when do men buy teenage boys bouquets of flowers and chocolates in boxes decorated with hearts? Or maybe they had no idea?

"Hello (y/n)-chan. We–."

"Wait. I'll call them." As you were about to turn around to signal the teenagers to come to you, Satoru's chest appeared in front of your face, and he was looking at you over his glasses with a smile. 

After all, this place was their idea.

It may have been something trivial, but it just had to be convincing and romantic. 

And the most important thing was that they remembered what your favorite flowers and favorite things were. 

They haven't forgotten what you liked when you were at school.

“I think this is for you, (y/n).” Young Satoru said it with a smile, pointing to the flowers and chocolates.

I stared for a moment, like a deer in the headlights. But then she giggled.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"This is not a joke," said the adult.

"Look how hard they did! It's all for you!"

"I'm not in the mood for something like that. You know what? I'm going to work. Bye."

You actually went to work...

As you walked past two men with gifts for you, they felt cold as you ignored them.

You rejected them now, didn't you?

You thought they were joking...

But their younger versions experienced it more. 

They expected this... You've had your heart broken for so many years. Now suddenly, you were supposed to jump into their arms as soon as they gave you flowers and chocolates?

They knew the road to your heart would be difficult and bumpy now. 

But they didn't expect the teenagers to be so depressed because it didn't work out. It was supposed to be so good. 

The teenagers wanted you to be together. Because once they contribute to this timeline, that means when they're adults, they can be your boyfriends. And even though, at 17, they didn't meet you in their timeline, they already loved you here...

Sitting on the couches and gorging on chocolates that you didn't want to accept, they came up with another plan. 

(Of course there are some chocolates left for you)

The plan was this: they keep coming and giving each other gifts and compliments. Then they invite you on a night out where they visit all of your favorite places that you loved when you were at school. At the end of it all, they confess their love for you, and everything ends happily. 

When they came up with this plan, they hoped it would work. After all, you liked reading romantic stories in which sometimes the moment before the declaration of love is romantic but banal. 

So maybe something like this in real life would be perfect. 

There was no way you wouldn't fall in love with them! If you still feel something for them, it will definitely work out! 

They all investigated all the cases. Absolutely all the options that could happen. And no matter what happened, there was not much chance that you would reject them.  (While you were at work, the two of them were at home studying probability levels)

And there was no way that you would reject them after some time anyway. 

And finally, after three months of trying, you agreed to go with them on a perfectly prepared date.

This date couldn't end in anything other than love. 

There was only one thing they didn't foresee.

It started raining when you were returning home. 

But that made the probability levels go up. Because you were so close to them while they shielded you from the rain with their sweatshirts.

And everything ended as it was supposed to end.

@weebotaku21; @yihona-san06; @mikkies; @raysheil; @dreeamiea; @safaia-47; @porridgesblog; @weebnk-popper; @mc-reborn; @witchbybirth

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 3 Side D

MiShanks art by @oz-gauze. Check out the original post here.

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Shanks x Buggy:

What if we were childhood friends who gave up our drama for each other then never saw each other again for years

What can I say, I'm a fellow shuggy truther too 🤝

Shanks obviously adores Buggy, and Buggy is so tsundure~! Mr 'I hate Shanks'-but-will-take-every-opportunity-to-talk-about-him-and-be-with-him.

Oden says in his journal that he can't tell if they're friends of enemies, and I just love that. Plus when you add in the revelation about Shanks and Buggy in the recent chapters.

They're childhood friends. They're exes. They've been married for 20 years. They're opposites. They're the same. They're silly goofy guys who make me want to cry my heart out. Red/Blue is always meant to be.

Buggy """""HATES""""" Shanks. This hate is so strong that he WILL yell at this red-haired bastard despite the fact that he is a coward, who is terrified of all the Emperors. Everyone thinks this is strange. However, when you grow up with said Emperor on the same boat, watching him stumble over his feet as he's trying to learn to use a sword, stuck scrubbing the whole deck because he was stupid enough to prank "Dark King" Rayleigh, and make that same stupid pouty face every time his Conqueror's Haki doesn't do anything because he is an itty bitty child, most of that fear gets pretty quelled. Also, that same fucker lost an arm because he's a DUMBASS and he deserves to be made fun of for it (not because Buggy is worried and missed him not at all no no Shanks is just DUMB and needs to be TOLD he is dumb more. But just by Buggy. Because Buggy has known his idiocy forever. He has earned the right to yell at this stupid, stupid Emperor for being a self-sacrificing fool and for giving away that stupid hat and... Wait, hang on, when did this bastard get hot!? WHAT THE FUC-) And Shanks just keeps smiling at Buggy and his antics because he has 100% been in love with him since they were children (his actions while they were on the Roger pirates are the DEFINITION of pigtail-pulling as flirting) and he is just happy to see that he's safe while being exactly the same larger-than-life clown he always knew. He would gladly give up his life of sluttery (that I am convinced this man has. Just look at how he exists) if Buggy would just agree to join his crew, but will not push him if he doesn't want to. He just loves his pretty clown from a distance and waits. TLDR: Buggy is mad that he's in love with Shanks and Shanks just likes existing with and/or annoying Buggy (they come as a pair). GOD I just love childhood friends to lovers bro. Just let the cabin boys kiss.

[Spoiler Warning] Red and Blue gays! Emperor husbands! Childhood friends to enemies to lovers!

Propaganda for Shanks x Mihawk:

They had a massive battle at one point, when mihawk showed up on that island where shanks was relaxing shanks convinced him to get drunk with him very easily, also in the war of the best mihawk just flat out said he refused to fight shanks

Goth swordsmith & Golden retriever

Two of the most badass characters in the whole series, cat/dog energy, the fact that Mihawk specifically sought Shanks out to show him Luffy's bounty??, also Mihawk leaving the fight because he didn't sign up to fight Shanks??, I love two middle aged man who are somehow friends AND MAYBE MORE lmao

They’re so funny to me. Like seriously goth Mihawk and happy chaotic Shanks. I just think they could be so good together

Rivals to lovers -- Powerhouses -- Introvert and extrovert -- Mihawk wears red and has black hair while Shanks wears black and has red hair like ✨Color schemes✨ -- SAME BIRTHDAY YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME THEY DON'T CELEBRATE IT TOGETHER

They are rivals. They are besties. They are so friggin gay for each other. It's DILF love.

what if we were both swordsmen but you lost your arm to save the future king of the pirates so i have remained SOOO bitter about it but then find out the kid u saved has a promising swordsman so im less bitter so i go drink with you and you force me to ditch my wine for booze but it works because you care about me despite my solitary life so we remained long distance bfs and think about each other constantly. is that something

Mihawk being a recluse but going out of his way to visit his bf regularly is proof enough

[takami-takami]

Okay this is long but RANT ABOUT MY JOAB.

The more people I talk to about the situation, the more I realize that my supervisor just did not care to teach me.

She told me to "run a workshop" (i have literally no idea what they looked like) and gave me no oppurtunity to shadow someone, so when the one I came up with from my own brain flubbed, i didnt know what to do. Because I am not a fucking social worker yet! I have no idea what the fuck a workshop is!!!

What do you MEAN that's my fault, that's not my fault! I came up with one out of my ass because I repeatedly requested and asked for you to please please please clarify what you mean and give me an example and you refused and told me to just do it. You gave me "old example slides" that show nothing but bullet points that the person was using as a visual guide; I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THIS.

So when it came time to do it in a mock workshop with you and the social worker on site, and I had anxiety and cried, how was I blamed for that? You were scrolling on your phone the whole time anyway! Tf was I supposed to do?! YOU NEVER TRAINED ME AND TOLD ME TO MAKE SOMETHING UP!!!!

But honestly. It sucks sooooo bad. I talked to multiple people about this and they said they would cry too like ?????

I ASKED to shadow someone. You said you would let me shadow someone first, then forgot, and said "that's not happening"

I even tried explaining. "I have my slides and activity ready to go, but I do NOT know what kind of behaviors to do when running a workshop. I have never seen one before, so I do not know what behaviors to do or how to act." And she looked at me like i was stupid.

BITCH THIS IS YOUR JOB!!! YOU ARE OFFICIALLY CLASSIFIED AS MY "INSTRUCTOR".

And during supervision, I had to repeatedly say, "listen, the supervision form says I need to discuss this with you" and she would shoo me away. Until i read the actual questions one by one saying, "Discuss with your supervisor xyz" so she would know i could not answer it on my own bc who else am i supposed to discuss with?!

She made me work the front desk and make coffee. HOW DOES THAT HELP ME WITH SOCIAL WORK

For god's sake, she told me to come up with resources for their page during one of the times I expressed that we should probably address clients needs in a more substantive way and she said "use the internet" when I asked how exactly I was supposed to locate these services

She told me multiple people have complained to her about the personalities at the annex like YOU THINK!?

It's like. Your mission says you do all these things for clients but the rooms are literally completely silent here. The only reason clients come is to sit in the lounge and drink free coffee and do their homework. That is literally all.

And she would just be on her fucking phone like wheeeeere is the service? Are you taking this seriously at all? Because you're supposed to be a fucking social worker.

Their "connecetion to resources" is just pamphlets on the front desk and links on their canvas page that you need an INVITE to get access to. And it only has the fucking state 2-1-1 information. Remote and travelling students have complained MULTIPLE TIMES how unsupported they are by the university, that's a need there. ADDRESS IT.

Like. Does anyone even KNOW about these "peer consult" services? Like genuinely, do they, because the sample learning contract you gave me from a previous student barely mentioned peer consultation at all. And peer consult isn't social work either. Social work is a fucking academic profession, not a volunteer program.

Like genuinely what the FUCK do you do to reach disenfranchised populations? WHERE IS THE SOCIAL SERVICES? Like you're combatting food insecurity for the ten fucking people who drop in a day by giving free snacks and lunches i GUESS. But like genuinely what the fuck else?

It's lazy. It's stupid. NO ONE is going to actually bring up criticisms to you in your stupid fucking check in form because they came here to study and don't have time for that. It's YOUR job to conduct focus groups or needs assessments or DEDICATED SURVEYS with the clients.

And the fact that she had the AUDACITY to ask me if I would be comfortable "walking up to people and asking if they need help" when I mentioned micro work. Yeah, okay, let me walk up to Bill and he'll tell me "yes actually I need help with finding housing assistence given my current landlord is upping the price of rent and I cannot afford it with my new expenses of adopting a dog. Can you refer me to pet food banks and housing assistence programs? Thanks a bunch!" NO THEY'RE GONNA FUCKING SAY "i'm fine thank you :)"

IT'S SO STUPID!!!!!

[little-peril-stories]

OC in Fifteen (or less)

I was tagged by @cowboybrunch (here) to play this game. Thanks for the tag!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Gently tagging: @sharkblizzardblogs @jessicagailwrites @i-can-even-burn-salad + open tag

Contains: death/execution mention. sexism. infantilizing dialogue. generally just an evil man.

Baden Hatchett

“I can do as I please. I will do as I please. How else will the miserable wretches of this town know to obey the law if they don’t have an example to look to?”

“You are going to stand and witness the fate to which you’ve condemned this wretched soul. You will see how justice served when I am the one meting it out.”

“You think you can refuse me? Give me orders? Make demands? Me? You think you have any right? Any authority? Any claim to my mercy and good will?”

“Bloody cowardly woman. Open your eyes and watch.”

“Marvellous job, Miss Cooper. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Listening? Doing as you’re told?”

“You will learn some respect before the end. Perhaps you’ll even beg our forgiveness before you hang.”

“Perhaps they do not realize how thoroughly beaten they are at this game. But it will be amusing, no doubt, to watch them play. And since pain doesn’t seem to work on the thief, I wish to know what will drive him to spill his secrets in the end.”

“As you well know, fox-thief, I can do what I deem appropriate in my prison. And interestingly enough, as I listened to your request, I did not hear the word please. If you truly wanted me to take this matter seriously, you might at least pretend to be a civilized human being for a few precious minutes.”

“You had best control that impertinent mouth of yours, Miss Cooper. Perhaps you ought to choose your words a little more carefully.”

“You do not get to call me by my name. We’re not friends. I’m not on your side. You gave up your right to my given name the night you—”

“Seems like more than just two thieves passing in the night. You’re practically throwing yourself at my feet to save his life, are you not? Such devotion, such futile risk, is surely warranted by more than just the incidental acquaintance of two criminals.”

“My prison, my rules, Miss Cooper. You will speak first.”

“You will die when I permit you to die.”

“Dim-witted cretins, both of you. You tried so valiantly, but you never had a chance at winning. You didn’t even know what game you were playing.”

“Bold assumptions, Miss Cooper. I kept you around because you were stupid enough to let your insipid feelings for the boy show. Not unlike you, I saw an opportunity and grasped it. Nothing more.”

I only pulled from The Prince of Thieves for this, nothing from The Queen of Lies.

[zippyskyfalls]

Warning: Unfinished WIP. I'm rewriting this book, so I decided to show you all the original version of it's beginning

Yes I'm a PJO fan, how could you tell?

Before you read this, I have one thing to say. If you believe you might be “one of us” Close the Page and never grab this book ever again. Just believe whatever lie your “Real” parents have told you and leave. If you don’t, they’ll come for you too, and I wouldn’t wish my fate on anybody in the world. However, if you're grabbing this book because you think this is a “marvellous” work of fiction, be my guest. I envy that you have the chance to believe that all of this never happened, that this was all the works of some “awesome author” who just likes Greek Mythology. If you’re still here, well don’t say I didn’t warn you.

My name is Callista Marin, at the time of writing this I am 12 Years old, the date of this first event was September 11th, 1991. My life hadn’t been the kindest, I’ve gone to 4 different schools in 8 years, so I had to learn to stop making deep friendships, my father –who I love VERY much– was a traveller, we’d gone to many countries over the years, Uruguay, Argentina, Ireland, Thailand, New Zealand and finally we moved back to the US 8 years ago, yeah, my dad went on a world tour when I was like 4, but I got to experience things that a lot of kids my age didn’t get the chance to do. If I had the chance to do it all over again, I would in a second. But my life is different now

You may be wondering about my mom… I never met her, I think she took care of me for a while when I was a baby? My dad never said that out loud, so I’d always assumed she left me with dad when I was born. My dad used to tell me she would have loved to stay with me, but personally? I think he’s just trying to sugarcoat it all.

From what I've heard, I have her eyes, a “lovely shimmering brown, that in the right light appeared flakes of gold” as my dad put it, aside from that I inherited most of my dad’s features. Freckles, blond hair which sometimes looked brown (which made it look like I was balding), I have this tannish skin which is mostly from going to so many beaches and South American countries, apparently from what i’ve heard I look “Friendly”, though most people I know would say otherwise, unless your my friend, I probably won’t be as kind to you.

I go to this “gifted student” private school, so I only get to see my dad every Summer. The school student program shows us these “Elite” subjects like Geometry for 10th Graders or learning about Third World Languages, which is pretty annoying thanks to my Autism.

I have a hard time focusing, I can focus EXTREMELY well when it comes to Art or History, but when it comes to Maths or Geography the sky just somehow becomes more interesting than finding the square root of 1 or something. Yeah, i’m Blond, Tan and Stupid. You’d think i’d be popular right? WELL like I just told you, I don’t make friends, so I just keep to myself.

One day, our History teacher was teaching us about some “crucial information” on History, the Trojan War. Our classroom was split into 2 teams, the Greeks and the Trojans (I had ended up on the side of the trojans). We had 2 leaders, a girl named Carly on the Greeks, and a boy called James on the Trojans. If our leaders were taken out, someone could take the charge by grabbing the leader’s Helmet.

Now, I know quite a bit about Greek Mythology, definitely not a HUGE fan (at least at the time), but I was smart enough to know how to strategize, apparently we were doing this activity for 2 reasons, 1 - to help with our synchronisation skills, 2 - to learn about the Trojan war and how battle strategies helped win this, how a single grain of salt can tip all of the balance.

The War was meant to go for about 10 in school campus days, but most of my class took this seriously. I don’t live with my dad (thanks to this being an Elite school) so me and the rest of our teams stayed up for a long time to prepare for our side, each team had maybe 8 people? I can’t remember a lot since it’s been a while since this all happened to me, but whatever. We had these devices around our stomach that would pop and explode into cranberry Juice if someone “stabbed us”, meant to be immersive, ya know?

The plan was that 3 of us were the defense, 3 of us attacked, one was a theive (someone who snuck in to grab stuff from the other team) and one of us were a spy (someone sent to observe the other team, pretending to be another). I was elected to be the Spy, the other people there said that nobody would notice me going in since they would be too focused on catching the thief

I did pretty well for a while, the only person who suspected me was this weird girl named Clarisse, I’ve talked to her a couple times, but I didn’t let myself get too close, ya’ know? The Greeks had built a barrier made of wood, most people assumed they’d win because that’s how it went in the story, but some of us knew that this could go either way.

By day 5, the Trojan’s were down to 5 people (without counting me), 2 defenders and 3 attackers, the Greeks were winning with 6 members, turns out Carly was a pretty good Leader. On the 6th day I was forced to pretend to be fighting my team (the greeks thought they could take on the Trojans fully). Carly made us all stall the other 2 attackers while she went to fight James head to head.

I kept my distance from Clarisse, didn’t know if she would stab me (didn’t know if she was gonna stab me in the neck instead of the stomach, she’s a big fighter), When I looked to my right, I saw something… Weird. A Peacock. It would have been on the news if a Peacock had escaped the Zoo, come to think o it, were there even Peacocks AT the Zoo? I’d seen Peacocks a couple of times in Brazil, Uruguay and Thailand, but never one close and personal.

“What the hell” I heard behind me, guess it wasn’t just me who saw it, Clarisse had spotted it too. She grabbed an absorbent of things from her pocket and came up to me, I felt the grip on my sword tighten as she walked closer. “You’ve seen peacocks, right?” I nodded “H-how did you know” Clarisse stared at the peacock “Last year, when you arrived at school. I remember that you talked about seeing exotic animals in some of the countries you’ve visited, it was mostly just a hunch– anyways”

She handed me what she had in her palms, a dead cricket (ew), some seeds, 4 dead flower petals, some lint and 6 25-cent coins “ya know anything we could give it? I’ve never seen something so beautiful…” I nodded, staring at what she gave me “Well…” I started “the Cricket, seeds and the flower petals are all things it can eat, no idea why you thought we could give it money though”.

Clarisse sighed, grabbing the coins on my palms “Peacocks mean REGALITY in Ancient Greece, we learnt about bird Symbolism like 2 weeks ago, were you not paying attention?” an “Oh” escaped my lips as she slowly walked to the Peacock. The Animal looked frightened, slowly backing away as Clarisse got closer.

I decided to grab some of the seeds and walk towards the bird, the Peacock seemed to eye me as if I was a distant relative (yes I know, i’m super creative, can you tell.), I got close to it, close enough to be able to touch the bird’s cheek. The Animal closed it’s eyes and seemed to lay in my hands, just for a second. Before a stupid splashing noise scared it away!

Apparently, while me and Clarisse were busy gawking at that Dumb Rainbow bird, Carly had managed to stab James! I was planning to run away, maybe tell the head of the Trojan War Program activity, till Clarisse grabbed the side of the brown shirt I was wearing.

“I’ll distract Carly” she began, I could almost feel the hot breath near my neck as she whispered “we don’t have much time” had Clarisse become.. An Ally? “I can disarm her while you take the helmet” I pondered for a bit “Clarisse–”

“GO!”

I don’t remember much of what happened next (it was mostly a blur to get it all done) but from what I can remember, Clarisse went to pat Carly in the back, telling her about a good strategy she’d come up with to kill the remaining 3 Members of the Trojans. Meanwhile– I snuck up and grabbed James’s Helmet, he went back to his dorm after being defeated, saying something about how if he wasn’t in the game anymore, there’s no reason to cheer other’s on.

I put the helmet on my head, attempting to come up with a strategy, when for some ANNOYING reason– my brain thought it was the perfect time to play "Vision of Love" by Mariah Carey.

Yes. Callista totally IS a child of Hera (I know it's weird, but it'll be explained in the full book)

[profane-or-pragmatic]

The Devil You Know (Snippet) Pt 36

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We all know this is nowhere. We just don't admit that we know. To anyone. Especially ourselves. It's not a question of maintaining your sanity. It's about finding the way to carry on even when we know that we are nothing here in nowhere and that in the end there is nobody else.

Not really.

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If you are Mattaturian, even just half like I am, if you are shot you hide that fact. It isn't a badge of honor. To other Mattaturians it's proof that you are slow, stupid, and have poor judgment. To non-Matraturians it signals that you are a criminal just as they've always suspected.

It really was a minor wound. To be honest it was as minor as a gunshot would is likely to be, but it left a scar and seeing that scar in the mirror would make my ribs ache and cause me to sweat. It was an indelible reminder that someone had tried to kill me. I seldom thought about my roofrun escape from Harpster's because I had escaped that encounter unscathed. This was far different.

I've certainly been closer to death, and have been in many more situations where people had seriously ill-will towards me. The scar forced me to acknowledge that I was indeed as fragile as anyone else. It was a bit like the few times when I was in The Copper Coast tourist districts. It is the only place I've been where I've had strangers point at me and want to take pictures of me like I was an exotic animal.

Certain situations remind you that no matter what you do, life and the world don't care about you at all. Oddity or normal citizen, we're all equally insignificant. You just happen to be fortunate enough to do what I can't and pretend that the world will treat you well if you just do as you're told.

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I don't allow myself to hate. It's a distraction. It's a negative energy that distorts thought and poisons a rational and logical mind. Hate rises from impotence. Resentment. A sense of powerlessness in the face of a greater power. Hate doesn't motivate. It saps the energy and cripples the ability to see beyond yourself.

It took a deliberate effort on my part to not hate Nolan Rauch. He didn't just invade my bed and command the use of my body, he wanted more. He wanted my emotions to be available as well. He wanted me to show vulnerabilities that I knew he would exploit. He wanted a weakness that he could attach a chain to so that I could be led around by it.

I'm not particularly precious though. You people have made certain that I have never thought all that highly of myself.

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"Troff, the man needs you."

Another tip for you. Don't call a Mattaturian 'troff'. It comes from a long forgotten word uses by your language. 'Troffingneska'. Which was the indigenous word for a type of worm that lived in dung. You people have completely forgotten the origin of that word. We haven't. You know full well that it's an insult though.

I am not a brave man. Nor a violent one. But even I can grow over tired of being treated as less than human. Mattaturians have a lexicon of subtle insults used for Others, but what's the point of using an insult that nobody else understands? When you can say...

"Son of a filthy fucking copper coin whore. Speak with respect or fuck off back to the dungheap your daddy raised you in."

That is clearly understood. As clearly understood as a tin plate to the face. Which is what I followed the insult with. The edge of the plate split open both lips and the chin of the man and that's when I noticed.

That he was wearing a longcoat.

.

"I understand why you reacted as you did, and it is honestly fortuitous. It gave us a legitimate reason to take you into custody."

This was said to me as I sat upon a concrete bench with my hands and feet shackled . I was in a glaringly lit but windowless room. For someone arrested by the longcoats I was remarkably unharmed. That was due to my interrogator. Whom I had met once before. When he helped me extract Howell Newcomb from a bar after Howell created a scene. An arrest worthy scene.

"My investigator still wants to gut you, but I have pointed out that his being so careless as to not anticipate a reaction from you is not something he should draw attention to." Said Major _____. Who wore a rather plain gray uniform and an incredibly unremarkable face. Even his eyes were a plain light brown. "Apparently he did not believe me when I told him that you had the potential for sudden violence."

"I am not a violent man." I said to him. "But I am learning."

"You've been quite the student since our prior meeting." The major said and I noticed that there weren't even rank markings on the uniform he wore. "You've stayed below view but not entirely beneath notice. The ripples of your actions are rather a bit disproportionate for one of your status. Someone important seems to consider you of value."

"I suppose that depends on your definition of value." I said and wished for a drink of water, the use of a bathroom, and a cigarette. Not in that order. "Of use might be more accurate than of value."

"Someone of even greater importance sees you as valuable as well." The major said and somehow didn't sweat in the stifling air of the cell. "You are achieving notice. Try not to have that become notoriety."

"If you don't know my patron, which you clearly don't," I said and took a moment to admire the other man's poise. "how do you know that this other is more important?"

"Because I know your patron isn't the king." He said and gave me a tight lipped smile.

And yes. That's exactly what it sounds like, and yes, I was truly fucked.

[thegigilwriter]

21 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. A mysterious letter shows up on Lucy's front door, and it changes everything.

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: ANGST, swearing, arguments, depressed Lucy, and anxious Bradley, reliving past traumas.

21 | That Day ⛈️

January 13, 2021

“Yani.ˮ

His broad shoulders were turned to her as she passed the threshold into his bedroom. The ceiling was painted a dark indigo, meticulously painted with constellations. The walls— a pristine white, was occupied with a strip of cork boards, upon which diagrams and post-its with red yarn weaving in between the multicolored pins. Two tall ebony bookshelves stood at the back of the room. The window in between them streaming what little light allowed by the dark sky outside. Heavy rain and rumbling thunder took its course.

“Ford, please.ˮ

Crack boom!

“You know just as well as I do what this means Asa,ˮ he uttered. “I canʼt say ‘no.ʼˮ

“Donʼt give me that!ˮ She spat, closing the door behind her as she reached for his towering shoulder, making him face her. “Donʼt give me that! You promised—ˮ His stormy hazel eyes gazed upon her, and his lips were pushed into a line. He gathered his dark locks in exasperation.

“What do you want me to do, Lucy?ˮ He sighed. “Hmm? Do you seriously think that I can turn this away. I may be the only one—“

“Oh donʼt be so full of yourself!ˮ She shot. “Celeste is just as a good of a detective as you are and you arenʼt the only person in the running for this bust—“

“I am now,ˮ he told her averting himself towards the suitcase on his mattress. “Celeste stepped aside and I took it.ˮ

“Have you lost your mind?!ˮ Lucy exclaimed. “Whatever you may think, this isnʼt just puzzles and mind games anymore Ford, youʼre going to be rubbing shoulders with these people! Actual psychopaths! Youʼve really lost it if you think you can just leave mom in the state that sheʼs in—“

“Like you care about mom!ˮ He roared, slamming the bag shut. “The only reason you want me to stay is because of that futile expedition youʼve been invited to go to—“

“It is not stupid!ˮ She replied fiercely. “And if I didnʼt care about mom I wouldnʼt be standing here— begging for you to stay! She needs you Yani, I need you. You have a choice here—“

“Donʼt be dramatic,ˮ he scoffed, turning to face her. “Itʼs pathetic when you do that. If youʼre going to prove a point at least do it through a lens of calm and logic. Of the two opportunities between us right now, whose is the most important? A whale hunt? Or arresting the people behind the Avery killings — fathers who should have never left their families!ˮ

“Like you of all people care about family! I know you, Ford.ˮ Lucy retorted walking towards the bookshelf, reading of his years of achievements in the force. “Medal of Valor, Medal of Honor, numerous MPDs!ˮ

“When you were off in New York, who did you think had to take care of mom? She worried about you every single day since youʼve join the force— and who do you think had to take the brunt of that?!ˮ She demanded, tears streaking down her cheeks. “When she was diagnosed? Who was here? When all the treatments began? Where were you? You were nowhere! I have given way for you for everything since we were kids! Do you know what that feels like, you robot of a person? Itʼs always me who had to adjust to you just because mom says so, and Iʼm sick of it! This research trip is a once in a lifetime opportunity and here you are again!ˮ

“Youʼre immature and selfish for thinking of yourself in a time like this,ˮ he hissed. “Do you ever think thatʼs why mom prefers me to you?ˮ

Lucy gasped quietly, her chest fluttering and her throat constricted with suppressed cries.

“You know what?ˮ She whispered dangerously. “Go! I hope you find what you're looking for and never come back!ˮ

“Maybe I will,ˮ he said quietly, his eyes gleaming. “Then I wouldnʼt have to put up with you.ˮ

Crack boom!

October 7, 2023

Lying on her side, Lucy looked outside of her bedroom window. The day was calm. Too calm, that it made her question whether or not she was stuck in some kind of simulation — that she was asleep the entire time and she was in another dream. The skies were clear and blue, the sun spread its gentle rays across the land, and the seas seemed tamed. She turned on her other side, towards the silent darkness of her room.

Ding!

Lazily reaching hand towards her night table, she retrieved her phone. She scrolled the length of her notifications on her home screen.

Sam Trace

Hey! You feeling alright? Dr. Foster said youʼve come down with something, but I know you donʼt get sick much. You havenʼt come in for three days now and Chen and I are this close to carrying out our secret plot annihilate Diego once and for all.

Sent Yesterday 10:53 PM

But seriously? Are you okay?

Sent Yesterday 10:56 PM

Missed Call From Frankie

Frankie

You missed wine night. Are you ok? Sent 2:08 AM

@itsnat_phoenix sent a reel

lol this is so hangman x rooster

Missed Call From Celeste Diaz

@itsnat_phoenix sent a reel

inspo for girls night?!

Celeste Diaz

Lucy, please call me Sent 4:59 AM

Daddy ❤️

Hey Angel, are you still not feeling well? I miss you. I wish youʼd let me come over. Sent 5:03 AM

Missed Call From Daddy ❤️

Daddy ❤️

I forgot youʼd still be asleep. Iʼm sorry if I disturbed you. Please let me know youʼre okay when you get this. Can I at least come over to bring you a care package? Sent 5:07 AM

Daddy ❤️

[Image]

Sunrises remind me of our mornings together. Thinking of you 🥰🥰🥰 Sent 5:10 AM

Ding!

Dr. Agnes Foster

Lucy, I understand if you canʼt come in today as well. Just let me know. Your situation will be at my discretion. Iʼm really sorry about the news. I still hope it turns out for the best. Weʼre all right behind you, remember that. Sent Just Now

A tear slipped past her cheek and wet the pillow beneath her head. She raised herself slowly, her head was spinning and her limbs felt numb. She felt as heavy as a storm cloud, one gust of wind and all tears would hail down and fill the seas — thats is if she had any more to shed. She could feel the oil on her scalp mark her fingertips and the rough feel of her skin beneath her palms. She walked towards the living room — not minding the unmade bed, the scattered albums, the unkempt pillows and quilts on the living room rug, the soiled laundry overwhelming the basket, the stack of dishes in the sink, and the disorderly bathroom. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt the sudden urge to surrender to the floor. She closed her eyes, succumbing to the prison of her own mind.

As Bradley disembarked from a routine flight, he walked across the tarmac with Mickey and Reuben for lunch. Conversing heartily about the ideal weather conditions, a few of the dogfighting tactics they practiced earlier, and Mickeyʼs ex- girlfriend, Nat caught Reubenʼs eye as she walked towards them in long strides.

“Phoenix!ˮ He called out.

“Scat, the both of you,ˮ she replied. “I need a word with Rooster.ˮ

Mickey patted Bradleyʼs shoulder before joining Reuben, leaving him and Nat by themselves.

“Whatʼs up?ˮ He nodded.

“Have you heard from Lucy, yet?ˮ Nat asked him, her brow creased.

“Iʼve been texting her for the past three days, and sheʼs been replying so far—“

“How so?ˮ She pressed.

“She hasnʼt been much of a chatterbox if thatʼs what youʼre asking. She hasnʼt been feeling well... ˮ

“Have you tried checking on her?ˮ

“I tried coming over but sheʼs been putting me off,ˮ he sighed. “Wait— whatʼs this about?ˮ

“Itʼs just that Samʼs worried,ˮ Nat hinged her fingers on her neck exasperatedly. “And I think he has good reason to. Did Lucy ever tell you she was up for a promotion?ˮ

Bradley nodded.

“Well her boss was going to announce who got it three days ago and she didnʼt show up for work,ˮ she replied. “Plus, Sam says that they apparently have a really important dive today.ˮ

“And she wouldnʼt miss it,ˮ Bradley sighed. “I couldnʼt calm her down when she found out that she missed a whale song recording on her day off. Angel has serious FOMO.ˮ

“And get this,ˮ Nat reaffirmed. “She missed wine night with Francesca and she never texted or called her back.ˮ

“Howʼd you know that?ˮ

“‘We text, Bradley.ˮ Nat stared at him as if he grew a second head. Bradley raised his hands in his defense. Hands on his hips, he stared off into the distance for a brief moment before Nat snapped her fingers in his periphery.

“Hey,ˮ she told him. “Look... I didnʼt mean to stir up anything. Everything might be fine and Lucy might have her own reasons—“

“But what if she didnʼt and she was in trouble and I wasnʼt there?ˮ He ran a hand through his locks as he shook his head. “Ever since this relationship started... Iʼve always felt that there was this wedge between us that I canʼt get through— sheʼs still shutting me out and I donʼt know what I can do to let myself in...ˮ

“Lucy adores you Bradley,ˮ she told him firmly. “I know it. If she has something that sheʼs keeping for herself, itʼs not about you. Keep your cool.ˮ

“Keep your cool.ˮ

Bradley tried. He really did. He hopped into his Bronco as soon as he was dismissed and set a course straight to her apartment. But as he drove home, he couldn't help that his grip on the wheel were turning his knuckles white or as he ran through two stop lights on the way. He was worried — but he also felt possessed.. for the answers he had had been looking for. Something instinctive and deeply rooted in his psyche — a scar that never really faded.

Why wonʼt she just tell me?

Does she not trust me?

Sheʼs shutting me out.

What did I do wrong?

I donʼt wanna lose her.

Iʼm fucking terrified.

“Daddy wonʼt be coming home soon Bradley,ˮ he remembered his mother say to him, as he wobbled into his parentʼs bedroom as a child. Caroleʼs eyes were gleaming and cheeks were flushed. She was holding a Hawaiian print shirt to her chest before she scooped him up in his arms. Bradley remembered staring at the flowers as she held him close.

“Heʼs okay.. heʼs just gonna be gone for a really long time, okay?ˮ

“Are you okay, mama?ˮ

“Iʼm okay... Iʼm okay...ˮ

And then he was a fresh grad, exasperated in the middle of the night and slicked in sweat with a hand in his hair and a phone to his ear.

“What the actual hell, Mav?!ˮ

“Iʼm sorry, Bradley. Youʼre not ready.ˮ

“So you go ahead and set me four fucking years back?!ˮ He roared. “Why the fuck did you pull my papers?!ˮ

“Iʼm sorry, Bradley.ˮ He repeated. “I canʼt tell you, please. Look I have to go— Iʼm depl—“

“This call has been disconnected.ˮ

As Bradley walked up the stairs to her apartment, a sense of dread came down upon him — it wrenched his insides when he turned his key in the knob and as he stepped into her apartment. He gazed upon the chaos, shrouded in an unusually dim space. He discarded his boots and slid off his flight suit.

“Angel?ˮ He called out as he went towards the kitchen. The dining table was littered with what seems to be various documents and coffee mugs. A wayward envelope caught his eye and he lifted it up to his periphery. It was pristinely white, compared to the other articles of paper on the table and the least disturbed. There was nothing, except the sender and receiverʼs address.

From: Celeste Diaz

NYPD 99th Precinct

65 6th Avenue Brooklyn, NY 11217

“Bradley?ˮ

He hastily folded the envelope and tucked it into his back pocket as Lucy emerged from her bedroom. When he finally beheld his figure, a small gasp parted his lips slightly. The figure before him stood sulking in a thick, cream sweater with dark eyes, hollow cheeks and matted hair. Her shoulders were slumped over as if bearing a burden, and her lips were dry and scarred.

“W-What are you doing, here?ˮ She snapped him out of his trance.

“What am I doing here?ˮ Bradley repeated incredulously to her. “Angel, what happened? It looks like you havenʼt slept or eaten in days!ˮ

“Youʼre not supposed to be here,ˮ she breathed. “I told you to leave me alone Bradley, please.ˮ

“But why?ˮ He said exasperatedly. “Are you sick? Is it contagious—“

“Please, Bradley...ˮ she sighed, her fingers intertwining with strands of her hair.

“No Lucy,ˮ he walked towards her, viewing her face more clearly in what little light peered from the shutters of her living room window. Her eyes were glistening and her olive complexion dull and pale. “I can't do this anymore. All the running and dodging— it has to stop. We are in a relationship, and I am committed to you.ˮ

He took a step closer. She casted her gaze at his feet as he gently held her by her shoulders. What was once so soft and warm felt frail and cold beneath his grasp.

“Look,ˮ he said quietly. “I know the way things are in your family is to push your problems and your feelings away and lock it in a box. But you're allowed to be vulnerable with me, Lucy. I meant it when I said that I wasnʼt going away. I'm in love with you.ˮ

Lucy stopped breathing. Her eyes slowly met his and then she tucked them away, shrugging his hands from her person.

“Please donʼt say that,ˮ she croaked. “I beg of you.ˮ

Bradleyʼ stopped breathing, taking a step back from the impact of her reaction.

Something weighed down on his chest, and it was getting harder to breathe.

“Keep your cool.ˮ

“Keep your cool.ˮ

“Keep your cool.ˮ

Lucy walked towards her bedroom, embracing her own shoulders with her back towards him.

“You canʼt possibly be in love with me Bradley,ˮ she whispered. “You just canʼt. Y-you—“ Lucy sighed, pausing. “You have to go.ˮ

A beat. What was once a lead-weight burden on his chest instantly turned into what felt like a searing scar — raw and bloody.

“People care about you, Lucy.ˮ Bradley told her. “They are going to worry about you whether you like it or not. Francesca, Sam, Nat, me— Itʼs not fair when you push us away like this. Itʼs selfish and immature — and Iʼm sick of it.ˮ

“Youʼre immature and selfish for thinking of yourself in a time like this,ˮ he hissed.

“Fuck you,ˮ Lucy spat bitterly.

Bradley stared at her. Lucy has never sworn before. Ever.

“Lucy—“

“You have no idea,ˮ she glared at him. “You have no idea what youʼre talking about.ˮ

“Of course I donʼt!ˮ Bradley laughed derisively. “You donʼt tell me anything!ˮ

“Get out,ˮ she looked him in the eye. “I donʼt need you here and I donʼt want you here.ˮ

“With pleasure,ˮ Bradley shot back. “Iʼm done putting up with you.ˮ

Lucy didnʼt look back until she heard the faint rustle as he donned his flight suit, the thud of his boots, the clatter of his keys, and the slam of the door.

“Maybe I will,ˮ he said quietly, his eyes gleaming. “Then I wouldnʼt have to put up with you.ˮ

She slid against a nearby wall, suddenly feeling faint. She brought her hands to her lips swiftly, suppressing a sudden cry that had lodged itself in her throat. Her gasps were deep, tears unending, and whimpers resounding...

On the other side of the door, Bradley had pressed an ear against it. He didnʼt know when his cheek got so wet — he only paid mind to it when he pressed a finger against the scarred skin. His vacant stare turned to the sky, grey and melancholy and looming with clouds full of rain. Earlier it had been perfect flying weather. In the 40 years that he had been alive, it still astounded Bradley how everything could change so quickly. From major scale to minor. From perfect flying weather to conditions for calamities.

I hate writing this fight... but we all knew both of their traumas had to resurface one way or another 😢 I won't leave you hanging. Here's 22 The Detective

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