#and I know it’s not their Michael but still

[metamatronic]

i love the idea of william actually being pretty decent at an american accent, but that, on occasion, he pronounces a word the british way with just. an american accent on top of it. i.e. matching the accent but still saying the syllables “mo-bye-uhl” instead of “mo-bull” for mobile.

[micawla]

So no one was gonna tell me that Dean tells Michael yes to being his vessel at the end of season 13

Doing the very thing that Castiel rebelled against all of heaven to ensure Dean’s choice of saying no was respected

Yeah sure I’m totally okay after that and not gonna think about how this betrayal must feel for Castiel. Gonna be completely normal don’t you worry!!!!

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

michael kaiser wanted to be loved.

he wanted unconditional, ethereal, and never ending love. he wanted to always be supported, that no matter what he did, he will always and still be loved. he wanted the constant feeling of being supported no matter what, that he’s a lovable creature, that he isn’t subhuman like his father had once told him.

soccer brought that to kaiser.

with soccer came satisfaction. he would crush his rivals, his enemies, and each time, he felt a little bit more human, a little bit more loved. it got to the point where that feeling of pleasure and accomplishment became addictive for kaiser, and his sole purpose for playing soccer was to crush his opponents and receiving more and more love.

he became so obsessed with the glory that came from soccer that he began neglecting his own health and harming himself whenever things didn’t go his way when it came to soccer. his fingers wrapped tightly around his throat was once an action of his father, although it now carried on to him. bruises on his body was something that carried on from his childhood to his adult life, even though he had managed to escape his father when he was 15 after having been recruited from the prison.

whenever he lost a soccer match, he would go back to his room and cut off his airflow with his tattooed hand pressing right above the base of his neck as he struggled for oxygen, coughs constantly escaping him. it was only natural; after all, he lost a soccer match. he lost a bit of his humanity and love. he was just becoming subhuman again.

kaiser became so obsessed with soccer that he didn’t even realize that someone who loved him unconditionally was right there, right in front of him this whole time, and yet he was so caught up in his own life that he never even realized.

you and kaiser were childhood best friends. he was your mihya, not michael, no kaiser. he was small, weak, and couldn’t stand up to his father. he didn’t know how to speak to people in a kind manner. he bled when he fell on concrete, and yet he never cried. his face was always covered in grime and dried blood, his body was always littered in bruises, and yet he never cried in front of you. it took months after meeting you for him to finally even smile in front of you.

the first time kaiser ever cried in front of you was when you had gotten him a gift for his birthday.

kaiser never knew how to react to gifts, so he didn’t enjoy receiving them. but it was his eighth birthday, you were obviously going to get your best friend a gift. it was just a simple keychain of a blue rose, a flower you knew he liked. when you handed it to him with a cheerful “happy birthday, mihya!”, tears had sprung to his eyes.

he asked you why you were willing to give him a gift, why you were willing to spend time with him. when you just answered with a worried look and quiet “well, you’re my best friend, of course i would”, kaiser knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

maybe that was why his descent into madness and obsession hit you harder than it did kaiser.

you had indeed stuck with him, even now, at nineteen. twelve years after your initial meeting. you’ve had a crush on him for exactly as long as you had both met, spiraling from a small childhood crush to being deeply and hopeless in love and attached to him. and yet you had no idea whether kaiser liked you or not; he was too obsessed with soccer to show any signs.

whenever kaiser lost a match, you knew that he was going to commit to a session of harming himself for at least an hour so again. somehow, you felt more pain that kaiser did when he did so, always outside of his door, banging for him to stop and begging him to not do this to himself every time while tears escaped your eyes. you loved him; you didn’t want the boy you loved to be so willing and constant with hurting himself.

he ignored you every time, occasionally telling you to go away or mind your own business.

you had enough with it one day. you were sick of it, constantly hearing his choked noises from his bedroom every time he lost a match. finally, one day, when kaiser lost a match, he stormed off to his room again. but before he could slam the door shut, you shoved your entire body weight against the door, trying to stop it from shutting.

“what the fuck are you doing?” kaiser hissed, trying to push the door shut. “mind your own business. i’ll be done soon enough.” but no avail; you continued your weak attempts of pushing the door open. kaiser scoffed from the other side. he usually avoided getting mad at you, although it was hard for him to do so in the first place. but now you were starting to piss him off. can’t he offer himself a therapeutic session in peace?

“no! mihya, stop it and just open the door.” you were beginning to get pushed back from the door, before you used your final backup plan and shoved your arm in between the open space left from the door. you yelped from the pain, and kaiser instantly lost all anger at that moment, pulling open the door immediately when he heard your yelp. you stepped into the room stiffly.

“are you retarded? what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” kaiser exclaimed, wide eyed as you clutched your arm, which was beginning to turn into the color of a rotting plum. you turned to glare at him, angry tears springing to your eyes.

“i’ll do this shit every fucking time for as long as you keep doing this to yourself every damn time you lost a match, you idiot.” you replied. you sighed before looking down somberly. “how long are you going to keep doing this to yourself, mihya? you’re obsessed with fame. you’re obsessed with all of this. you’re enjoying ruining the lives of other people for love. mihya, that’s not worth it. that’s not worth your body. that’s not worth your mentality.”

kaiser felt anger bubbling up inside of him again, and before he realized his, his voice raised to a level that he would usually never dare to use with you, although he would be fine using this tone with anyone else. “you don’t fucking understand! your father never called you a subhuman! he never choked you for no reason! your mother never left you! your father never beat you every day no particular reason! your father didn’t require you to steal every fucking day because his fatass can’t move two meters from the couch and his precious beer! soccer makes me feel loved! soccer makes me feel human! soccer is with me!”

for a moment, you stood there silently. you stared at him as he huffed, his breathing shallow from the loud rant. his eyes were sharp, and in that moment, only one thought ran through your head.

this was still your mihya.

he was yelling at you, you knew that. but he has every right to say all of this, to be mad at the world, at you. he has every right to be upset, to be angry. he has every right to rant about his trauma. he has every right to trauma dump. but at the same time, he’s missing a key component here.

“well, would soccer still be with you if you were nobody?! would all of those fans and self-satisfying thoughts still love you if you were no one?!” you shouted. your eyebrows knit together; did he not realize how fabricating this all was? how shallow this all was?

“no one loved me when i was no one!” kaiser hollered back. “no one loved me when i was just some stupid brat who spent most of his time outside of his house wandering on the streets! no one loved me when my father still used to beat me every day like some fucking punching back! no one loved me when i was still just a subhuman!”

and at that moment, a tear leaked from the corner of your eye. shit, this wasn’t even your problem, and yet angry tears were still flowing. your fists clenched, before finally, you screamed. “i loved you were you were no one!” finally, you finally finally finally got it out. kaiser froze, but you kept on going. “i loved you when you still wore dirty clothes every day! i loved you when you didn’t even know how to say a polite word to anyone! i loved you when you were still small and stupid and you!”

your lips quivered, more tears threatening to fall. you wiped your eyes. “before the ‘love’. before the fame. before soccer. and mihya,” you placed a hand on your swelling arm, that was going from rotting plum purple to the blue of kaiser’s eyes. “i still love you. i love you. but if you just can’t accept it and you’ll continue to wallow in that stupid destructive self-pity of yours where you think that no one loves you, then don’t come crawling back to me!”

you turned around to leave the room, your hand on the door knob, until a warm pair of arms wrapped around your waist. your felt tears begin to soak through your shirt from your shoulder, and your eyes widened. he’s crying?

“goddamn it, i don’t know why im fucking crying. i shouldn’t be. but what the fuck…” kaiser whispered into your shoulder. “i—i-“ he gulped, and your could see his hands interlock together as they squeezed the other like a lifeline. “i love you too.”

finally.

you turned around, separating his hands from the other and intertwining your fingers with his. you smiled softly at him, a small sniffle escaping you. “you said it. im so proud of you, mihya.” you knew how much trouble he had saying those words. how hard it was to say something that you had never heard before. “and i love you.”

silently, you got on your tip-toes, your lips almost touching his, before a few quiet words escaped you. “is this okay?”

kaiser huffed quietly. “way to ruin to moment. you’re this far into the process, and now you’re asking? but fuck yes.” you laughed before you softly planted your lips onto his.

the kiss wasn’t rough in the least, but it spoke of years of pent up emotion and unspoken pain. kaiser untangled his fingers from your and cupped your face so strangely gently, which he silently swore in his heart at that moment that he would never hold someone else like this, like the love of his life.

and when kaiser pulled away from the kiss, just a bit out of breath but just right, that’s when he saw it. deep in your eyes, and also in his.

the look of love.

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a/n: i watched shark tale for the first time the other day, and it had NO RIGHT being that good. the angie and oscar argument changed me forever, and it inspired me to make this. i was originally going to make this for isagi before i realized that isagi is AWARE that his parents love him, and that this prompt also matches with kaiser better.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will goes still, eyes wide and for a second he's right back on that bridge, scared and out of his depth; having gone out to fight by his brother's side despite his insistence that Will would be more helpful sticking with the satyr healers. Will had only loosed maybe three useless arrows, paralyzed by fear as he was the second his siblings started dropping like flies, watching the bridge fall and seeing just how right they were]

[Except something shifts, the tightness in his chest snapping a little because he's not on the bridge, or in the empire state building where'd he'd started helping immediately after. That was years ago. So with his eye glossing over he shakes his head and stands his ground] Archer, you're not being fair. [He says, and his voice comes out more upset than firm.]

I never asked you to do this. Not as a kid, not after Michael, and not now. [He pulls up his shoulders and summons his courage] And it is fine. Of course its me, because it's my infirmary and I am handling it- did handle it. [His voice breaks a little and grows in volume as he stands as well, taking a step away] you fought in the battle of Manhattan. I became head medic and counselor halfway through. This is not worse than that!

[He squeezes his eyes shut, hands squeezing and unsqueezing at his sides. He's not going to say more because he can feel his unsteadiness shifting to anger and he knows himself well enough to know the guilt from that anger at his sister would bring him to tears and that would just make everything worse]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[pan-kojiwa]

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ➻ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?

[Characters] ➻ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 | 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 | ??? |

[CW] ➻ SFW, stranger to lovers, whipped Kaiser, a bit ooc.

Waffle’s note -> that was long… tbh I didn’t know where I was going with this at some point… I should’ve just made a boyfriend!kaiser *sigh* well anyway, it’s still about cute aggression but with a little bit of obsession??? Also, does it feel like I tried to headcanon my way out of an 2k OS? Yes? Yh me too… it happened twice.. anyways u_u’

❦ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

✮ Michael Kaiser was used dealing with malice, to the point it became a second nature to him. After all, it was all he had ever known. Hurting people just came that easily. But everything changed when you showed up, and it’s still the case till this day. Michael Kaiser is mean, arrogant, and overly confident, yet all of that disappears in your presence. In fact, the first time he saw you, he couldn’t even speak. All you did was smile— yet he stood there, stunned. Your smile… so timid, but so bright… it almost blinded him. And your eyes… God. Those innocent sparkles in your eyes when you looked at him… he lost the war before it even began that day. You literally destroyed the thick walls he spent so long building around himself. Yes— the walls that hid the most ugliest parts in him, they got blown up. With just one look. And since then, he’s been craving your gaze— your attention. He’s drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

✮ Kaiser can be really selfish sometimes. From the first time he saw you, he knew he wanted you all for himself. He can’t help it, your entire being is calling to him. It's almost turning into an obsession at this point— and resisting the urge to be all up in your space is becoming hard. He wants to be the only person that you see, just as you're the only one he sees. Your smile when you're happy, your cries when you're sad, your rosie cheeks when you're being shy. Aah—He’s overwhelmed. Feeling so many emotions at once while picturing how cute you are— oh... he would love to have you all to himself.

✮ Kaiser never thought he would become a big, hopeless idiot when in love. Then again, it’s not surprising for someone who spent his life pushing people away and experiencing nothing but hate. But now, being hated, receiving or giving malice, manipulating people… he doesn’t care about any of that. Yeah— It doesn’t matter anymore. All he wants is you. You. The way his name rolls perfectly on your tongue like it was meant for it. The way your ears and nose turns a bright red when he tilts your chin up just to tease you. The way you always take a step back, completely flustered whenever he gets too close—he wants it. He needs it. God no— he craves it. He’s longing for a taste of your love, and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to have you by his side.

✮ Since you’re his first love, or more like the first person he’s allowed himself to love, sometimes he doesn’t quite understand his feelings. Well, he knows it’s love. What he doesn’t understand are the overwhelming urges to touch you, to feel your skin under his fingertips, to hold you in his arms, to grab you and kiss you all over, the urges to bite you just from looking at you smile… He just can’t seem to control himself around you. And he just can’t leave you alone either.

You’re passing by when someone suddenly yanks you into on of the meeting rooms. Luckily, the lights are on, so you could immediately see the face of the culprit.

“Kaiser?! What the fuck!? You scared the shit out of me!”

You quickly push the door closed, just in case someone passes by. You definitely don’t want to get caught in an empty room with one of the players.

Kaiser chuckles with a smirk as he leaned on the table behind him.

“ - Oh really, liebling? My apologies, I didn’t mean to.”

You raise an eyebrow, sceptical. Because from where you stand, he clearly did. Yet, you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

“ - What are you doing here? Aren’t you gonna shower with the others?”

“ - Too crowded.” He replies, stepping closer to you with that playful smirk.

Your heart starts racing, and a faint blush creeps on your cheeks. You instinctively back away, your breath hitching. The door was behind you so you know you’re absolutely not trapped in the room. But with him so close, all up in your space feels like all your senses are being tickled. And not to mention how Kaiser had been acting strange lately. He’s always been a bit pretentious with everyone— even when he was alone— but now it seems like he’s paying extra attention to you. At first, you were thrown off, but the way he treats you like you were the most amazing person in the world makes you curious. Or flattered?

“ - Should I give you the key to the staff bathroom?”

“ - Oh my, I’d like that—only if you come with me.”

You blush furiously, your head dropping as you stare at your shoes, completely flustered.

“ - I—”

Kaiser grabs your chin, carefully lifting your head to meet his gaze. His gaze is intense yet soft on you. You could see his inner conflict swirling in those blue eyes, just like a storm.

“ - I know you were about to go take care of the team… He pauses. But… I wanted you all to myself.” He says bluntly freeing your chin, before taking one of your hand in his. He then gives it a light squeeze lifting towards his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

Your flustered look as well as your fluttering eyes makes him clench his jaw. Why are you making this so much harder for him? Why your little pout drives him mad like this? Why is it so hard— so impossible to resist you?

When he’s around you he can’t seem to control his emotions. So his only option left, is to let you go.

“ - If I make you stay here any longer, I might end up never letting you go.”

He tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear and then lets you out of the room, confused and heart pounding hard in your chest

✮ When he sees you, on the bench, wearing a jersey—a little too big for you— with his number and his name, his heart skips a beat. A warm feeling invading all his senses. He can’t see your expression completely from that distance, but he can definitively imagine your sweet lips silently cheering for him as well as your doe eyes, focused on him—full of anticipation for his goal. Suddenly, all he wants is to run to you— grab your head and kiss every inch on your adorable face. Yet he brushes off all this chaos of emotion it with a confident smirk, only sending a flying kiss towards you as he scores a goal for you. He was so close to ditch the whole match just to shower you with kisses.

✮ Kaiser is pretty much an open book once you get to know him. You’re completely aware of how whipped he is for you, even if he still tries to deny how much effect you have on him. The way you nervously play with your hair, or the way your fingers brush against his when you hand him his water battle during the team training— It’s almost ridiculous how it makes him go insane. So much that he can’t believe how much he just wants to hold you in his arms and hide you away.

✮ He likes to scoop you up in his arms. He always says that you look cuter that way but really, you both know it’s just an excuse to hold you in his arms. The way you circle your arms around his neck— pressing your chest tightly against his as your head rests on his shoulder. The way you hide your flushed face in the crook of his neck— oh… He swallows hard, an overwhelming warmth spreading through his entire body. He swallows again as the sensation began to migrate towards his heart. Fuck… it feels like it’s melting. He desperately wants to kiss you… to bite you… you’re so cute to the point he doesn’t even know what to do with himself. If you knew how much his heart is begging for your love right now… would you want him as much as he wants you?

✮ Kaiser always tries to mask what he truly feels with arrogance or confidence— because after all he’s “superior to all those plebeians.” So of course vulnerability isn’t something he comfortable with. He needs complete control over his emotion to feel secure. But it’s impossible with you around. And no matter how hard he tries to resist, he just can’t hide how much your cuteness affects him.

“ - Micheal!”

He turns around as he hears a very familiar voice calling him from afar—your voice. Your beautiful voice. The voice that could bring him down to his knees, even if he tried so hard not to fumble.

The cheerful tone you only use when you see him or when he smiles at you never fails to make his heart burst in flames. He can’t stay away from you, so that probably explains why his feet moved on their own, rushing toward you. And right there, you’re killing him— or more like your expression is. How can you be so cute? Your shy smile—your eyes shining with pure joy and affection— it’s making his heart swell with a softness that he sure isn’t used to—and it’s like a punch in the face.

But he can’t let you see this weak side of him. He can’t possibly let you know that he’s pathetic without you.

“ - Well, well, look who’s back to see this poor, miserable man.”

He stops right in front of you slightly leaning forward.

“ - You make it sound like I abandoned you.” You laugh softly hearing the dramatic tone dripping from his voice. But there’s something else in it—something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“ - Oh, but you did.” He grabs his chest like what you just said hurt him deeply.

“ - Without any pity for my poor soul, you left me all alone for an entire week.” You tilt your head at the tone in his voice. It was back. That sad tone—no, not sad. Sorrow? You just couldn’t put your finger on it.

“ - I was sick… sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

The way your voice softened to reassure him, how you’re actually scearching for his gaze to make sure he’s okay, it must have done something to his heart, because before you even know, one of his hand is on your chin, tilting your face toward him. But his touch feels hesitant—because in reality he knows that being so close to you, feeling you skin under his fingertips— this is a risky move—but he couldn’t stop himself.

Your hopeful gaze, the way your lips parts as if you wanted to say something but didn’t—

He’s down bad. He wants to hold you, to hug you and kiss you everywhere. You’re too cute for your own good. His heart is pounding in his chest as if it could burst any minute from now.

But Instead, he simply gives you an enigmatic smile, while his fingers slowly let go of your chin.

“ - It’s okay, mein liebling, you don’t have to apologize. I’m just happy you came back to me.”

And with that, he turns away, glancing at you one last before walking away.

“ - Wait—don’t go!” You grab his arm before he can get too far.

“ - Oh? Can’t live without me already?”

You look down, nervous and unsure, blushing slightly as you bite your inner lip. And something in Kaiser snaps. Something he’s been trying—desperately—to control. He can’t stand it anymore. You’re just too fucking cute, too precious.

“ - Fuck…”

He quickly grab your face, pressing a gentle kiss on one of your cheek, then the other. You then close your eyes as you feel him moving toward your left eye, then the right one.

“ - I need you… I need you so badly in my life. I can’t resist anymore… please…”

Your eyes went wide and you feel your heart swell in happiness— you even tear up from the emotions. Without wasting any more time, you wrap your arms around his head , pulling him into a tight hug with his head resting in the crook your neck, a relieved smile on his face.

Silently, you hug each other.

✮ The way you pout sometimes, when you’re looking for him silently scanning the room with your eyes. And the way they instantly light up when you finally spot him— god you’re so cute. It always makes him want to grab you, bite your shoulder or cover your face with kisses.

✮ The way you only look at him— like the other players don’t even matter. The way you massage his shoulders during breaks to help him relax, while you completely ignore the other players— giving him all your attention. It never fails making him feel like he’s special. Your favorite. God, the way you always run to him first with that sincere and genuine smile of yours, shining so brightly on your face. You’re just so perfect in his eyes. To the point, the only way he can manage to regain control is by nearly choking himself.

✮ He likes to tease you. He noticed how much his teasing fluster you and seeing you blush and whimper like that with your adorable doe eyes when he gets close to you makes his heart explode. And he’s addicted to this sensation.

✮ The way you get jealous is so endearing to him—you’re just like an angry little kitten when fans and random people try to flirt with him. He doesn’t even look at them—because they’re not you after— still, he can see how much it pisses you off. Well it’s fine by him. He gets to have you all for himself right?

You and Kaiser are heading toward the training ground entrance, chatting about you are in such a good mood. Well— until a sudden screech resonated in your ears. Of course it’s yet another fan trying to get his attention, screaming his name and saying all kinds of bullshit about how he can “get it.”

You turn around instantly, glaring daggers at whoever said that. Violence isn't an answer. It's a question— the answer is yes. Fully understanding this quote you prepare yourself to throw hands. But before you can even take a step, Kaiser stops you with a smirk. And, really, he doesn’t fucking know where he finds the strength not to pinch your puffed up— angry cheeks. So damn pretty.

With some convincing, you finally step inside the training ground holding in hand. However, the second you’re out of the public eye, you slam him against the nearest wall, gripping his collar.

“ - When are you going to ask me out?” You hiss, frowning and lips pressed into an adorable pout.

Kaiser smirks chuckling as he tilts his head slightly.

“ - Oh, but Liebling... He then slides his hands on your hips, pulling you closer while lowering his head in the crook of your neck. You feel his teeth faintly grazing your skin before pressing a soft kiss on the same spot. You're already mine.”

[bandana-enthusiast]

what do you mean michael kovach's been in poppy playtime multiple times and i just haven't noticed. what are you talking about. wHAT DO YOU MEAN HES DOEY

[citylighten]

Grandpa used to teach me all my moves Runnin' 'round wild, had to tie my shoes Itty bitty child with a smile like you Wild, wild child, look a lot like you Daddy used to teach me all my tricks Runnin' 'round wild, had to get my fix Daddy used to teach me all my plays On a marathon, told me run my race

[faerygrant]

sympathy is a knife - carmen berzatto x reader

Couldn’t even be her if I tried, I’m opposite I’m on the other side.

notes: being with carmen means facing his family, whom of which are still ardent on him being with his ex girlfriend, Claire. [angst, swearing, crazy Donna]

It was no secret to you that the Carmen’s family thought he had settled for less when he decided to marry you. Sure you’d gone to college, had experience and a job you loved, but that was nothing compared to what they expected for their precious golden boy. They all had their minds set on him being with his (kind of) high-school girlfriend, whom he himself struggled to acknowledge as such. The disapproval was intensified when you and he had both come to the agreement that you’d stop working and instead focus on yourself and the well being of the incoming Berzatto you were carrying.

—

Most times you could ignore the subtle frowns of disapproval you’d receive from his family members during dinners, like when they’d ask what you did for a living and you’d simply tell them you’d been a teacher. Or when you’d told them you were expecting and that the two of you were floating the idea of you not returning to work after the 9 months. However it always seemed to sting a little worse when it came from non other than your mother in law, Mrs. Donna Berzatto. Who never failed to make it known, and almost her personal mission to belittle, humble and berate you any chance she got. Which was not often, as Carmen was hellbent on keeping you and himself away from her.

Tonight however was different, the two of you couldn’t find any excuse to get yourselves out of the family gathering, seeing as it was the 5 year anniversary of Michael’s death. You had no choice but to throw on your most modest maternity outfit and drag yourselves to Donna’s. Carmen kept a tight hand on your thigh throughout the entire drive there, a silent reminder that he was there and he was not going to allow you to be disrespected.

“Y’know I’m not gonna let her give you shit right?” Carmen turns from the road to look at you, his face genuine.

“I know, but I don’t want this to be about me, today’s about Mikey and you and the bond he and you and the rest of the family shared.” You squeeze his hand tightly, wanting to keep it together for him, it’s the least you could do, seeing as this was the closest thing he’d get to Mikey’s funeral.

—

As the car arrived in-front of the brownstone, you could see a lineup of familiar cars and your stomach lurched into anxiety. Anxiety that Carmen sensed right away. “Honey, if you don’t want to go in there, you say it right now and we’re leaving.” He puts the car in park and turns his body, completely facing you. His beautiful face framed by his curls and his piercing blue eyes boring holes into yours.

“Carm, stop worrying about me Kay? I’ll be fine, I’ve dealt with Donna’s stuff before and if she tries anything, then we can leave, I promise I’ll tell you if I wanna leave.” He smiles and nods in agreement of your words, trusting that you’ll keep your promise. He quickly places a kiss on your forehead and then places his hand on your stomach, giving it a gentle squeeze, before he’s unbuckling your seatbelt and helping you out of the car.

—

The aroma of ragu, antipastos and the burning of an oven were the first things to hit you as soon as you landed into the door of the home. The second was the buzzing of chatter and conversation that you believed was coming from the dining and living areas. Carmen shut the door behind him and held onto the small of your back as you two made your way into the salon. Here you were met with a horde of familiar faces, from the Faks to Richie and sweet Pete. Everyone was quick to bombard the two of you with questions, hugs and conversation. In the midst of a conversation with Richie, your attention is taken away when you hear Sugar walking into the dining area with a hot dish in hand. You smile right at her, but your face falls when you see who it is she was engaged in conversation with, right behind her.

—

“I’m happy that finally my family cares enough to come together for something that matters to me, it matters a lot. I’m just h-happy that my baby boy Carmen is here, I missed him a lot.” Donna concludes after an almost 10 minute long speech that had not much to do with her dead son, but instead was full of jabs and digs at the people sitting at the table. Your eyes were focused on your lap, Carmen’s hand instinctively resting on your stomach, and Claire’s eyes trained on the two of you the entire time. If it weren’t for the pregnancy heat flashes, you’d of believed she was boring lasers into you.

Nonetheless, the dinner continues and while the wine, conversation and food continue to flow, the air of awkwardness is evident, especially considering Richie and the Faks’ rare silence about the elephant in the room. “Carm, I invited Claire here because I remember how sweet on her you were.” Donna says sardonically, followed by a huge gulp of red wine. The entire table inaudibly wince at her words and Claire smiles at Carmen in turn. “Good to see you again Bear, your mom says the restaurants doing good.” She smiles at him, hand methodically placed under her chin and he nods politely, thanking her.

“You must be Bears partner, lovely to meet you.” Claire smiles at you, the grin in-genuine , hardly even an attempt.

“I am, it’s nice to meet you too Claire.” You force out the pleasantries, not wanting to come off as bitter, but the fire inside you is raging and you want to scream.

“You know sweet Claire is a doctor, she’s doing so good for herself, I wish you’d go on a date with her get to know her.” Donna whispers the last part, but the damage is done.

“Y/n’s a teacher you know, so in a way you’re both doing jobs where you help people.” Sweet Pete chimes in, bless his heart.

“Oh please, Claire is actually saving lives, not teaching woke literature to highschool children.” Another dig at you from Donna, that’s not so subtle.

“Ma, another shitty comment and we’re out of here.” Carmen says, really trying to calm himself, earning him a nod of approval from Richie.

“Ofcourse she has you threatening your own mother.” Donna rolls her eyes, ever the queen of finding new ways to shift blame to you.

“Congratulations on your pregnancy, I heard you’re expecting a girl?” This time it was Claire, but before you answer Donna’s cutting you off to make another comment.

“Remember when Carm and Claire used to date in junior high, aww I always thought they’d make great babies, I mean she’s got the looks and the height, can’t say the same for all.”

“MOM!” Sugar yells out, offended at her mother’s hateful remarks towards you.

“What the fuck ma?” Carmy groans, as he watches you get up from your chair and waddle to the front door.

—

You’re sat on the stairs of the brownstone, hysterical when Carmen finds you. “I fucking knew she’d do this shit, please don’t cry.” He wraps himself around you and your burry your face into his chest.

“Y’know none of what she says is true yeah?

“But what if it is Carmen? What if you settled for me, I’m not successful like her and I’m not an all Italian girl like your family wants me to be. She’s near perfect and I’m just me.”

“Y’think I give a fuck about that shit?” He looks genuinely bewildered.

“You don’t?” You sniffle as you ask.

“Fuck no, I don’t care about money or a job, just care about you, you’re my girl, perfect f’me, all I’ve ever wanted.” He runs his thumb against the tear that had just begun its descent down your cheek.

“Y’gonna stop crying now and let me take you home? He stands up, dusting off his workwear pants before he’s reaching out a hand to help you up.

“Yeah.” You sniffle, before getting up with his aid.

“I love you for you, you know that?” He asks as he holds your hand, guiding you into the car and buckling you back in and you nod and smile so sweetly.

[supernotnatural2005]

The Hiatus Beard

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean grows a beard during your much needed R&R, and it does things to you.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: SMUT!(18+ONLY), swearing, Dean's beard 😍

AN: I thought I'd release a little something before the first part of my series: The Arrangement, this Friday. Scruffy Dean/Jensen is just 🤌🏻 and does things to me. So enjoy this little one shot that got away from me 🫣

Masterlist

For as long as you’d known Dean, he’d always been a minimalist.

Whether that was with his cut-and-dry humour, his “kill first, ask questions later” attitude on a case, or his appearance. The way he dressed—a simple jeans and t-shirt combo with a flannel thrown over. And then there was his hair, short, neat, a quick run-through with some gel, and he was done.

And it had always been the same with his face. Clean-shaven, jaw sharp, lips unobscured. He had a routine. No scruff, no fuzz, just Dean as he always had been. Until now.

The moment the world stopped burning for a minute, when the fight against Michael had finally ended, Dean had agreed to take a break.

A real break.

You and him up at Rufus’s cabin, away from the bunker, away from the weight of saving everyone. Sam had all but shoved you both out the door, telling Dean to let himself breathe for once.

And maybe that was what made it happen. Because, for the first time in forever, Dean let go. He let himself sleep in. He let himself do nothing. He even let himself grow a beard.

It had started as stubble, nothing unusual, just a sign of taking a day off from shaving. But then a day turned into a week, and the neat, smooth skin you’d grown used to gave way to something rougher, wilder. A thick layer of golden-brown scruff covered his jaw, making him look different.

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. It was just facial hair. And yet…

You couldn’t stop staring at him.

Dean with a beard did something to you, something primal, something that made heat coil low in your stomach every time you looked at him.

Maybe it was the contrast, the way it softened him but somehow made him look rougher all at once. Maybe it was how it made him look even more like the hunter he was, like the kind of man who could haul you over his shoulder and take what he wanted. Maybe it was because it was just so damn new.

And then there was the way he felt when he kissed you. The scratch of his beard against your lips, the roughness dragging along your skin in a way that made your breath stutter. Every kiss was different now, leaving a burn that lingered, that reminded you hours later that he’d been there. That he’d touched you. And it only made your mind wander further—how would it feel against your throat? Down your stomach? Between your legs?

The thought had haunted you for days, simmering under your skin, making it harder and harder to focus on anything else.

Whatever it was, it had you in a chokehold.

It didn’t help that Dean seemed utterly oblivious to it. He wasn’t doing it to be sexy. If anything, it was the opposite. The man had taken to walking around the cabin in old sweats and a stretched-out Led Zeppelin t-shirt, scratching at his beard like he was still getting used to it, completely unaware of what it was doing to you.

Until he noticed.

It was one night after dinner, sitting by the fire, both of you with beers in hand. Dean leaned back, stretching, and his eyes caught yours. You must have been staring—again—because his lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

“Alright, what gives?” His voice was low, rougher with the rasp of relaxation. “You’ve been looking at me weird for days.”

You blinked, feeling heat crawl up your neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dean chuckled, setting his beer down. “Oh, sweetheart, you definitely do.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw, the sound of fingers over scruff making your stomach tighten. “It’s the beard, isn’t it?”

You swallowed. “Maybe.”

Dean’s smirk deepened. He shifted forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he levelled you with a gaze that made your breath hitch. “You like it?”

You could have played coy. Could have brushed it off, made a joke. But screw it. You were tired of pretending.

“Yeah,” you admitted, voice quieter than you meant it to be. “I do.”

Dean’s eyes darkened just a bit, his smirk flickering into something else. Something hotter. “That so?”

You nodded, fingers tightening around your beer bottle. “Yeah.”

Dean didn’t say anything for a second, just let the weight of the moment settle. Then, slowly, he leaned in, eyes locked onto yours.

“What have you been thinking about?”

Dean’s voice was a low murmur, rough and coaxing, but there was something dangerous curled beneath it—something that sent a shiver racing down your spine. His gaze was locked onto you, sharp and unrelenting, like he was already inside your head, already picking apart every filthy thought you’d had about him.

Your breath hitched. You could lie. You could change the subject. But what was the point? He’d see through it. He always did.

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, pulse hammering like a war drum in your chest. “I’ve been wondering how it would feel.”

Dean’s brows lifted slightly, intrigue flickering through the storm in his eyes. “Where?”

Your stomach clenched, heat pooling low, so heavy it made your thighs press together involuntarily. “Between my legs.”

Everything in the room shifted—thickened. The air became stifling, charged, the space between you crackling with something untamed.

For a beat, he didn’t move. He just stared, breathing slow and deep, jaw clenched tight like he was barely restraining himself. And then—

He snapped.

In an instant, Dean was on you.

His mouth crashed against yours, rough and claiming, his beard scraping deliciously against your soft skin. His kiss was brutal, messy, all tongue and teeth, like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed to taste you, to consume you.

His hands gripped at you, dragging you against him, pressing your body into the hard lines of his own. You could feel him—all of him—thick and aching beneath his jeans, grinding against the heat of your core.

A whimper spilled from your lips, and that sound—it did something to him. A guttural groan tore from his chest as he wrenched his mouth from yours, only to drag it along your jaw, your neck, his teeth scraping, his scruff burning against your skin in a way that made you tremble.

“You wanna feel it, sweetheart?” His voice was a rasp, breath hot against your throat as he nipped at your pulse, making you gasp. “Then let me give you exactly what you’ve been thinking about.”

Before you could respond, he was hauling you up into his arms like you weighed nothing, moving with purpose, raw determination burning in his gaze as he carried you to the bedroom.

Dean didn’t waste time. He laid you out on the bed, broad shoulders squared, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths as his eyes dragged over you—hungry, dark, wild.

And then, with agonising patience, he began undressing you. Deliberately.

He peeled away your top first, taking his time, letting his fingers linger on newly exposed skin before his mouth followed. Every inch of you was tasted, kissed, sucked—his beard scraping, the contrast of soft lips and rough scruff making your body writhe beneath him. He worked his way down, his mouth hot and open over your ribs, your stomach, the curve of your hips.

By the time he reached your jeans, you were a trembling mess, already lightheaded from the way he touched you, the way he took his time like he was savouring you.

But when he finally stripped you bare, something in him snapped again.

His hands slid up your legs, fingers pressing into your skin with a bruising grip, parting you for him. His breath hitched as he took you in, eyes darkening to something animalistic, something primal.

“Jesus.” His voice was low, almost reverent, but there was nothing holy in the way he looked at you.

Then he was moving, surging forward, his mouth hot and wet as he kissed up your legs—starting at your ankle, his beard scraping along your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs digging in as he worked his way higher, pressing kisses, nipping at soft flesh, until—

He reached where you needed him most.

The first swipe of his tongue was slow, deliberate—a tease—but the effect was devastating. Your back arched, a breathless moan escaping you, and that sound shattered what little control he had left.

Dean growled, deep and low, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Then he dived in.

There was nothing gentle about it. He devoured you.

His tongue was relentless, flicking, curling, pressing deep as his scruff burned against the delicate skin of your thighs. The rough drag of his beard was intoxicating, every pass sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He gripped your hips hard, holding you in place, refusing to let you squirm away from the onslaught of sensation.

When your thighs clenched around his head, he groaned, the sound filthy, desperate. “Fuck, baby—give me that.” His voice was a growl, muffled against your slick heat, and then he buried himself deeper, sucking your clit into his mouth, his beard scraping in the best, most deliciously punishing way.

You shattered.

Your orgasm crashed through you, white-hot and endless, and he didn’t stop—not when you cried out, not when your fingers yanked at his hair, not when your body shook from overstimulation. He just held you tighter, kept licking, sucking, fucking you with his tongue, dragging it out until you were wrecked beneath him.

Only when you were trembling, spent, did he finally pull back, his lips glistening, his breath ragged as he gazed down at you—his work of art.

And you knew, with just that look, he was nowhere near to being done with you.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this one.❤️ And I can't be the only one, who's thought about this, am I right? 👀😂

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[neeeooon]

I liked your stalker ask, maybe part 2 for the rest of boys? Like Michael, Isagi, Barou, Reo, Nagi, Ness, Chigiri, Hiori and Kurona?

okay!! these aren’t as long since there are more characters, but i hope you enjoy and ty for the request!

when you have a stalker pt 2 ;

bf blue lock x gn!reader (some scenes may be unsettling, but are all sfw!)

michael kaiser

-> he’s already always on edge and aware of his surroundings because of his past, so dating you just means he now looks out for you as well

-> because of this, he’s pretty quick to notice the discomfort in your stance when he picks you up at your place

-> he’d get the door for you and still at the hand on his chest. “don’t make it obvious, but do you see that guy in the black hat? he’s been following me for the past twenty minutes…”

-> “stay in the car.” “wh.. kaiser, i said don’t make it obvious—!” he just kisses the back of your hand and closes the car door behind you, making sure to lock it

-> you can’t make yourself watch as kaiser approaches the hat guy, but he’s back three minutes later with a few specks of blood on his cheek. “you good, sweetheart?” “mhm.. are you?” “oh, i’m fine. it’s not mine :)”

isagi yoichi

-> isagi, your cute little boyfriend who never so much as cusses when he’s around you, becomes a loose cannon

-> he was walking you home from one of his games when someone started catcalling you. when you ignored him and tightened your grip on isagi’s hand, the guy started following

-> he doesn’t get very close, though, because you feel isagi tensing up beside you. he shoots you an almost sheepish look, as if asking permission to defend you, and you step to the side

-> isagi immediately whirls on the guy, insults flying as he shoves his finger repeatedly against the guy’s chest. “who raised you? who told you it was okay to speak to people like that? are you dumb or something? fucking dead and blind? helen keller has more manner than you, dipshit. my god. get the fuck out of here before and die i kill you myself.”

-> you are thoroughly impressed and delight in the sight of the guy sulking away. isagi shoots you a bashful look. “too much?” “nah, that was perfect.”

barou shouei

-> people don’t usually mess with you when barou is around (i mean, look at him), but usually isn’t always

-> contrary to popular belief, barou is actually a gentleman. he’s super sweet to you and would do any and everything for you without complain if you asked. so imagine your surprise when your sweet natured boyfriend catches someone eyeing you a bit too comfortably

-> barou gently takes your hand in his and asks if you’re okay with moving to a different table, telling you he’ll be right back

-> after a minute of waiting, you go looking and find barou trapping the guy from before against the wall, his forearm on the man’s neck. “look at them again. i fucking dare you. look at them and see what happens.”

-> when the guy gets the message, he’s released and books it out of the store. barou’s eyes widen almost shamefully when he sees you, but you wrap an arm around his and kiss his cheek. “thank you, love.”

mikage reo

-> he’s used to spoiling you and flattering you and making you feel pretty. he isn’t used to having to physically protect you, but he isn’t about to let anything happen to you, either

-> the two of you were at a karaoke bar with some friends when you were cornered by some older guys with smiles that unsettled you

-> they were being rowdy and pushing you around a little to tease you, but before anything serious happened, reo suddenly shoved himself between you and the guys, his arms outstretched almost comedically

-> “you alright, y/n?” “i’m alright.” “good. okay! we’ll be leaving now. you lads have a terrible night!” and he grabs your hand before kicking the middle one between the legs and running off

-> “that was so stupid!” you scream as you both run away from the guys, but you know they’re too far away to catch you. “probably. but it was funny, right?!”

nagi seishiro

-> the boyfriend who lets you drag him around while you shop despite complaining to go home within ten minutes of arriving

-> it was one of those days, nagi holding all your clothes, nodding along when you asked if certain things looked good, when nagi suddenly grabbed your hand

-> before you could ask what happened, he shot you a distracted look. “let’s leave.” “hm? but we just got here—“ “we can order everything online. i’m tired.”

-> usually you’d convince him to let you shop a little longer, but you could tell by his voice that something was wrong. instead of asking, you played along and returned what was in your hands. “okay. let’s go home.”

alexis ness

-> ness would be a little scared, but he’s willing to put on a brave face for you when he needs to

-> he was showing you around his favorite spots in germany, telling you all about the fabled magical properties, when you realized someone was behind you

-> you stood closer to your boyfriend, asking him lots of questions about his interests to try and distract yourself from the person rapidly approaching

-> ness freaks out when you scream as someone grabs you, but he can’t let anything happen to you. not while he can do something

-> so, ness grabs a very scary looking stick and uses it to whack the person until they let you go. he throws rocks and other random things he finds at them as they run away

-> “are you okay?!” “yeah, i’m… you just beat him off with a stick..” “oh… um, yeah, i—“ “that was so cool, lex! you saved me!” and he gets all blushy and happily hugs you back

chigiri hyoma

-> your stalker isn’t that smart, because his interest immediately shifted when he saw the pretty redhead sitting next to you at a cafe

-> he waited until the two of you were leaving before striking. that is, following you and using his large status to rush and overwhelm you—“you” being chigiri. and he was in for a treat!

-> you were holding your boyfriend hand since you both still had your drinks, so you didn’t exactly look “coupley”

-> imagine your surprise when a giant man suddenly appeared in front of you, and imagine when he grabbed chigiri’s chest just to freeze when he realized chigiri is a boy

-> you were busy laughing as chigiri loudly confronted the guy about being a pervert and kicked him before police heard the commotion and detained the guy

-> “did that seriously just happen?” “what part? that you had a stalker, or that he decided to grope me instead of you?” and your laughing at the absurdity all over again

hiori yo

-> he may look like a cute little pacifist in blue, hiori will gladly throw hands with anyone who asks for it

-> you were hanging out together at one of those gaming cafes when some rando decided to stand directly behind your chair and start touching your hair

-> you didn’t want to cause a scene and swatted him away twice before getting angry

-> the third time he tried it, you pushed your chair back, ready to verbally confront him, when a ball of blue flew in front of you. hiori roughly shoved the guy away, causing him to stumble and fall back onto a tray of glass drinks

-> hiori didn’t have to say anything as he grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you out of the cafe, snickering when you stuck your tongue out at the guy on the floor

kurona ranze

-> he’s the type to bite when he feels threatened

-> that said! you were at the beach playing mermaids when someone started swimming a bit too close for comfort

-> you kept ignoring them and drifting away but they didn’t let up. looking around, you grew worried when you couldn’t spot your boyfriend

-> until the person who’d been invading your space suddenly let out a scream and started swimming desperately to the shore shouting, “shark!!”

-> when you turned around, you saw kurona standing there in confusion before pointing from his mouth to the guy’s leg. “what a weirdo.”

part 1

[twijaxx]

Fem! Nagi, Kaiser and Ness (separately) x Fem! reader, occ characters, fluff.

wc: 1,1k

Part 1. Isagi, Rin and Sae.

Nagi seishiro :x

This woman is too lazy to do anything! But for you? she will do everything (still in her lazy way)

Nagi forgot when she realized that she loves you, maybe it was when you two were eating instant noodles at her house? maybe it was when you cheered on her during one of her matches? ohh maybe it was when you took care of her when she was sick?? thinking about it is too much hassle.

Recently you two were in your two week Minecraft phase and ofc Nagi was the one mining, collecting materials and she actually focused on the game, but you? you just wanted to build a house for the two of you and have like a million cats inside, sadly you were SHIT at this game, couldn’t even build a simple house.

You decided to give up on building that house, you couldn’t even follow a simple tutorial on youtube and Nagi thought that you were so cute, struggling so hard to build a house for you two that will be abandoned in a week or so. So when you logged off she decided that she will build that house for you even if it was “too much of a hassle”

The next day you wanted to play on a sheared screen so she decided the two of you should meet up at her house. She was a little excited to see your reaction to that house she built, not talking about the surprise that was waiting for you inside.

When you finally opened Minecraft you saw that the house you really wanted was magically there :3 You hugged Nagi with so much joy, but when you went inside instead of million cats there were like ten wooden signs saying “I love you, please make me happy and be my girlfriend :x” You two still play on this server too these days.

Michael Kaiser :-

don’t think this woman ain’t rich too! ohh she loves spoiling u just like sae. And just like Sae and Rin, Kaiser was delusional too, but maybe a little less than them.

Shopping sprees, yea that was her thing, she loves doing that especially if it means making you look pretty and feel appreciated. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, nails, eyelashes, hair done, everything you asked she bought you, nahhh you didn’t even have to ask she just text you “get ready i will be there in thirty, we are going shopping” how much money does she have?!

Picking you up in her expensive lamborghini (that’s so hot) going from this mall to another until you find something you like. When the two of you are done you don’t have a hand to hold the bags anymore. She laughs at you about this but after all she ain’t that mean (only when it comes to you) she will help you put the bags inside your house.

She loved you for such a long time but only managed to say “i love you” when she was drunk as hell at the parties you two were going to every other weekend. So you waited and waited until she finally got the courage to say it sober, but it never happened so you decided to took matters into your own hands.

Texting her “You come to my house this time, i got something special for you.” it wasn’t anything special compared to what she got you, just a simple dinner, couple of candles and wine. When she came to your house she was shocked that you did all this for her (will you blame her if she says that tears peaked at her eyes when you turned around?)

You two sat down at your kitchen table but on her plate was a note saying “Kaiser, I love you and I don't know how much time it has been. I’m tired of hearing you say that you love me every time you are drunk but then when you are finally sober you don’t say it again, i don’t know if you only say that in a friendly way or you seriously do mean it. I just wanted you to know that I do love you romantically and I want to be your girlfriend.”

She was speechless when she read that, but she would be a fool if she didn’t agree so she did and you two had the best night of your life. 

Alexis ness :>

i think she is the most romantic of the 6 and she will do everything! for you

ohh Ness where do i start… maybe she is not that fancy like Kaiser and Sae but don’t underestimate her! she can do as much as they can, just in her own special way.

Ness will tag along everywhere you go, and by everywhere i serious mean everywhere. Shopping, walk in the park, cafe, even church if you are religious!

Ness realized she loves you when the two of you were sitting on some random playground. You two were eating ice cream but yours fell on the floor… You looked at her with your big doe eyes as tears almost peaked at them, without a second thought she offered you her’s and she never saw you this happy as at that moment.

And since that moment ohhh she been plotting so hard! She fell in love and didn’t even tried to deny it :3 But she wasn’t so obvious like Isagi was (you still knew tho) She tried sneaking little love notes around your house just in case you see them when she already leaves, and ohh boy you did see them but you wanted her to say it to your face not on some stupid note.

She knew you saw them cause every time she was at your house the previous note disappeared, she got fed up with your behavior but she decided that she will wait until valentines, and when valentines actually came she did all she could so you didn’t forget this day.

It wasn’t something really big, but for her actions speak louder than words, so she just invited you to her house for dinner, and then you two could maybe watch a movie? Everything was just like she imagined but wait.. she forgot to ask you the most important question of the night! So when you two already were getting ready to sleep she walked into her bathroom that you where just in (don’t worry u wasn’t nakey nakey) with roses in her hand, she got really close to you and said “[name] will you be my girlfriend?” she for sure had whole monologue prepared, but after just those 6 words you kissed her, the kiss wasn’t very long but it for sure had a lot of words you two wanted to say.

Tags: @isaisliterallyhim @laiko2real :3

[opheliachoi99]

My Oh My! 𖤐

MICHAEL KAISER X READER

ABOUT : Your cousin Isagi has introduced his teammates to you, and one person caught your attention. Is he an insane walking black flag or the literal opposite?

note : I'll still post guys! It's just that university is killing me recently T^T Enjoy!

— You were just peacefully reading a novel, as Isagi suddenly showed up in your room bringing exciting news.

"WELL IF IT ISN'T MY FAVOURITE COUSIN!" Isagi sarcastically spoke "What is it now.. You're literally just ruined my day." You rolled your eyes.

"Hey hey, I came here to tell you some news—" "Yoichi.. Aren't you training in what you call that place blue block?" You teasingly squint your eyes.

"Correction. "Blue Lock". And yes I am training, but I came here to tell you my news related to my training.. I want you to come visit! There's a day where visitors are allowed! I want to introduce my team to you" You were speechless from the sudden news Isagi had carried for you.

"Woah woah, slow down. Visitors? Why me though?" You asked "Oh c'mon! You're always staying inside your room. Go get some fresh air, touch some grass. Your skin has barely felt sunlight!"

"Yoichi, you're exaggerating. I'm coming, I did not say I wasn't accepting your offer" You sarcastically scoffed. "REALLY? YES!! Chigiri is also inviting his sister, you two will surely get along!" You simply snickered "Okay okay, slow your horses down. When exactly?"

"Tomorrow!"

— Time Skip —

As you arrived to the headquarters of Blue Lock, you noticed that they're not only Japanese men here, but also foreign men.

"Goodness, good thing I never failed my English.. Perks as mixed blooded." You sighed in relief "Hey! You must be Isagi's cousin!" A cute red haired girl approached you "Ahh yes! Hello! And you are?"

"Koyuki! Chigiri Koyuki" She smiled "AHH! You must be the sister Isagi told me about! Nice to meet you!" You bowed "Yes! I'm Hyoma's sister" You both smiled.

"There you are!" Isagi said as he was sweaty from his practice "I see you've met Chigiri's sister" He said as he bowed at Koyuki "You guys can come in now, don't mind us being so sweaty and stuff, we just finished training" He awkwardly laughed "Intense training indeed." You and Koyuki laughed.

As you guys entered the headquarters, you saw a lot of players, and all laid eyes on you and Koyuki "Uhh.. Yoichi, where are the other visitors?" You asked in a concerning tone.

"お姉ちゃん!" [ O nēchan ] Chigiri called out to Koyuki "Hyoma!! Where are the other visitors..?"

"About that... They invited their friends and family, but... Most of us here are foreigners, so traveling was one of the major problems.." Isagi explained "But what about the Japanese?"

"Busy, had reasons." Chigiri replied "So basically only you and Isagi's cousin are the visitors here" You and Koyuki stared at each other and awkwardly smiled. "Sure.."

— Time Skip —

You and Koyuki had been talking with each other while staying in the bleachers, and she was talking so much, yet you felt shivers down your spine as the boys were staring at you two, leaving you anxious.

"Uhm.. Koyuki, the boys are staring at us.." You tried to calm yourself down "I know. I just tried to talk alot to release my nervousness" She awkwardly laughed.

"Why weren't we informed that it was only the two of us.." You rubbed your nosebridge from despair.

"They're all so hot too.. Help me.." Koyuki gripped my wrist, and you tried to calm her down.

While you two were lowkey panicking on spot, Isagi and Chigiri was surrounded by the boys.

"Yo! Chigiri, who's the cutie? Is that your sister?" Otoya slung his arms on Chigiri's shoulder flirtatiously.

"Oh not today Otoya, I don't want you playing with my sister's heart, no." "Oh please, I just wanted to get to know the gal" Otoya winked.

"Isagi, is that your sister?" Ness asked "No, she's my cousin. Why?" "Uh, nothing she looks foreign, like not purely Japanese" Ness added, without knowing someone from behind was eavesdropping Ness and Isagi's conversation.

"Oh, yeah she's not purely Japanese, my aunt, which is my mother's sister had married a German, so she's half German. But she's staying here in Japan because their home is still in progress, it's a big place." Ness was astonished "So that means we can interact with her easily since she can speak German" "Correct."

"WOAH REALLY? That's interesting..." Aiku popped up "She's really pretty too" Bachira added.

"So a hottie and a cutie as the visitors of the day.. I'm BLESSED!" Otoya rejoiced "Shut up!" All of them yelled at Otoya.

— Time Skip —

As the day is finally over, everyone had done their post-stretching. "I'll be back, just gotta grab my water bottle in the locker room" Isagi reassured and you simply nodded.

You grabbed your novel you were still reading it halfway of it, a large figure appeared in front of you.

"Was liest du, hübsche Dame?" [ What are you reading, pretty lady? ] You startled yourself, "Excuse me?" You look up to find a very intimidating looking man "You heard what I asked, or you did not understand a single thing I just said?" He cockily stated.

"Ja, ich verstehe dich" [ Yes, I understand you ] You coldly replied "Guess Yoichi's wasn't lying" He chuckled "Why would he be lying anyway? And who are you?" You asked as you closed your novel.

"Michael Kaiser, 19, German." He spoke bluntly "And you are Yoichi's cousin, who is half German. Age?"

"He told you?" You simply sighed "18."

"Wie schön~" [ How lovely~ ] He chuckled. You simply felt awkward since a random guy approached you out of the blue, but you couldn't deny, he was ravishingly handsome.

"So you're German huh? From where?" "Berlin, you?" "Same" He smirked "What a small world, visitors can visit here anytime you know, didn't Yoichi tell you that?" You shook your head.

"You should visit sometime, y'know to see us play" He offered "Well—"

"Kaiser.." Isagi interrupted "Let's go" You nodded "Nice meeting you Kaiser, I'll be on my way now." He just gave a salute and said "Come back tomorrow, see us play" He winked flirtatiously. "This guy.." Isagi groaned.

— Time Skip —

As Isagi took you home, you couldn't help but ask "Yoichi.. Who's Kaiser? He suddenly introduced himself to me and he knew I was half-German. How?"

Isagi furrowed "I think he eavesdropped our conversation with Ness earlier, he's a devil, don't be with him. He's insane on-field. Everyone is targeting him, because of is mad skills in soccer. He's known as "God's Chosen Emperor" he's also a walking BLACK flag, not red, but BLACK"

"You're exaggerating again" You chuckled. "His a.k.a is basically just a translation of his name, Michael means "Gift from God", while Kaiser means "Emperor" and I saw a glimpse from his hand. He has a tattoo?"

"It goes all through his left collarbone, girls find it "hot" AÆUGH-!" You laughed "I don't know if your disgusted or possessed"

"But yeah, he's right you should come back tomorrow, visitors starting today can visit anytime" You nodded "Sure, I am pretty bored in my room most of the time. See ya Yoichi!!"

— Time Skip —

It's been a month since you've visited Blue Lock, and you seemed to develop a relationship with Kaiser, but somehow what Isagi said is kinda true, since he does have a flirty and cocky attitude, but you weren't there to judge him, you were happy to have a friend. Isagi didn't like it at first, but at some point he laid low, he's only observing Kaiser. If he does something below the belt, then that's the time he'll punch the shit out of him.

The game was intense as it was Bastard Mūnchen and PXG, and at some point you admired Rin. You've been keeping an eye on Rin, every single move he makes, you observed it crucially.

Koyuki, on the other hand, had her eyes laid on Aiku. She was head over heels over him ever since they had the opportunity to visit Blue Lock.

You were confused where to cheer from, since both of the teams has your favourites.

Kaiser noticed you always staring at Rin. Somehow, he felt something.. Something desirous.

"Kaiser! Now!!" Isagi yelled, Kaiser went back to his senses and took over the ball. Rin was after him, and as he saw Rin, he felt his blood boiling, not because of the game, but something else.

"Get the fuck out of my way." Kaiser sternly said and scored the goal. Bastard Mūnchen won.

"GOAL!" The team cheered. You felt happy for Isagi, and Kaiser's team, but you saw Rin frustrated. You wanted to approach him but you couldn't, he was too intimidating. You simply sighed.

"We won, schatz" You turned to see Kaiser taking off his jersey and placing in on your back "Ew! Sweat alert!"

"Don't be so dramatic, you're lucky I gave you my jersey fresh" He proudly spoke. But you didn't realized you were staring at his tattoo. "Wow.." "What? Like the view?"

"What—? Ew no! I was just admiring your tattoo, that's all." You defended. "Only my tattoo? Liebe gotta be better than that"

"Why are you calling me names?" You raised a brow, "Why not?"

You were about to reply but you froze as you saw Rin approaching towards your direction "Hey Kaiser, you had the guts to speak to me like that?" Kaiser took his extra shirt from the side and wore it "Why not? Bothered?" He smirked "You are so mad at me, why? Is it because I almost took your spot?" Rin added.

"Look kid, don't sprout your attitude towards me like that, why so mad? I only said you're in my way. Unless..." Rin was about to pounce at Kaiser when you and Isagi broke the fight before it even started.

"Hey enough, it was a good game. No hard feelings" You advised "It was NOT a good game to start with." Rin scoffed as he walked away, you felt offended from what he said. Kaiser, on the other hand felt pissed "He's fucking lucky to be praised yet he gave a cocky attitude in return, tch" He said and walked away.

You were confused, trying to figure out what he meant.

— Time Skip —

When you visited again, you noticed Kaiser leaning from the main door, waiting for you.

"Kaiser! Waiting for someone?" You asked "Yeah, you." "Me?" Without hesitation he grabbed your wrist and brought you to a place somewhere from the area.

You felt awed when you saw how beautiful the view was, "Kaiser.. This is beautiful.."

He sat down in the green grassy field, tapping the spot next to him. You sat beside him, and went silent for a while, just adoring the heavenly view.

Kaiser suddenly clears his throat to break the silence between you two.

"You like Rin huh?" He playfully scoffed "Rin? Oh, he's a cool guy" You replied. "Cool? How so-?" He asked.

"The way he plays, he has potential. His face card too, insane" Kaiser just responded with a hum. "Why'd you ask?" You raised a brow.

"So you like LIKE Rin?" "Hey I was asking the question!" He went silent. You soon noticed the vibe. You chuckled, his face was covered by his long hair, as you tucked his hair in his ear, you spoke "Why would they think you're a walking black flag?"

He suddenly looked at you "I mean look at me.. What do you expect? Tsk. Kinda understand why you prefer Rin"

You laughed so hard "My oh my... Michael.. I cannot fathom your words at all! Please don't assume. Actually... I like someone else.."

"Pardon? Is he not from blue lock?" "No? He is here." His face looking confused "Here? Where?"

"Right in front of me" You smiled.

He went silent for a moment "Wait, me?" You laughed "Yes, you" "WAIT, ME?"

"YES, YOU DUMMY!"

"But, I thought—" "Yes, I like Rin, but not romantically silly, just adoring his skills on-field" You explained "What about my skills? I'm better than him" He smugged. "I adore more than your skills." His eyes glimmered.

"The first time when you interrupted my reading session.. I was shocked to hear someone German at that moment, and I looked up seeing you, I was mesmerized, I never thought I would see another German in Japan somehow" You chuckled.

"But didn't you listen to them? I am a "Black Flag" yet you still—" "And so what? You may look like one, but you aren't one."

Kaiser's eyes widened, it was his first time hearing those words from someone "I know you had tragic times back in the past, I can see it through your eyes" His haughty look soon softened.

"Everytime I see you on-field, I was like "My oh my.. What a man.." You thought I was only looking at Rin? Think again."

Without hesitation, he kissed you. It was sudden but ardent. "No need, I was reassuring before I would throw these feelings away." He snickered. You went speechless.

"Hello? Schatz? Wait- can I finally call you that?" You were still in shock, yet you managed to reply through a nod.

Kaiser was jumping for joy in the field, his cocky, and arrogant aura, gone. The blue lock boys were eavesdropping from afar.

"Since when does Kaiser act like this?" Kunigami coldly asked "His inner child finally came out" Ness smiled.

Isagi was looking at you, observing. But him seeing you happy, made him happy too "Out of all men my cousin would end up with, Kaiser was the least on my list, but- here we are." He scoffed.

Kaiser carried you and spun you around "Danke, dass du mich liebst" [ Thank you, for loving me ] You simply smiled "No, thank YOU, for approaching me." You both laughed.

You sighed. "My oh my, my micha.. It was always you since day one. Ich liebe dich.."

Fin

[vidavalor]

Is it just me,or does Crowley's hair in season 1 kinda remind me of the 10th Doctor's hair?

Yes, and I know who else thought so... on one level of what Aziraphale says in the Mr. Arnold's Temptation scene, Aziraphale seems to be suggesting that his de facto partner is the only known proof copy of David Tennant.

Aziraphale is speaking to Mr. Arnold, yeah, but he's also flirting with Crowley and choosing his words intentionally to do so. In a bit of a delightful mindfuck, this would then seem to be Aziraphale referring to the fact that the tenth incarnation of The Doctor bears more than a passing resemblance to Crowley. It basically means David Tennant exists in the Good Omens universe and that Aziraphale has a huge crush on him because of how much he reminds him of Crowley.

Since Crowley predates humankind, Aziraphale says that he has the original-- Crowley is the "only known proof copy" of The Doctor because he is of David Tennant. It's a joke, yeah, but it also might not be just that. We don't know how the humans came to be in Good Omens, exactly, but we saw in Before the Beginning that Earth and its people were developed by the angels and we've already seen instances of the same performers playing both supernatural and human characters. It makes the idea that Shakespeare was descended from Furfur and Madame Tracy from Shax not so far off.

It could be that the humans of Earth were designed off of the angels and, even if they were not, Aziraphale is saying that it sure looks like there's something like that going on with how much that David Tennant looks like Crowley.

Crowley groaning when he finds out that Aziraphale's selection for Roleplay Night again involves driving to somewhere that still has a police box that they can pretend is a Tardis... "Angel, why is the DVD of the Tennant version of Hamlet mixed into the cookbook section?"...

...the fact that this so means that Michael Sheen also exists in the Good Omens universe and that Crowley has seen every episode of Masters of Sex. For purely intellectual reasons only, of course.

Hah-- even more fun... Crowley & Aziraphale are big Mad Men fans, aren't they? 😂 Crowley in, like, 2009, all angel, I looked it up-- we get the new season of the Gabriel show on Tuesday. I'll be over at 7.

[kittenfangirl20]

First 50 Dates Au

⚠️TW Domestic Abuse⚠️

Everyone always knew that Lucifer's marriage to Lilith would never last, this was clear especially after Charlie was born. She started using her as ways to manipulate him and when that didn't work she would get physically and verbally abusive.

So when the day came that he was serving Lilith with divorce papers, he made sure Michael came and took Charlie out for the day.

Lilith lost her mind, she was so pissed that he was divorcing her that she grabbed a nearby lamp and beat him with it until he was nothing more than laying in a pool of his own blood, bruised, and unconscious. She thought she had killed him so she just left him on the floor.

Michael found him hours later and called the police and an ambulance.

Michael: LU!! NO!! ELLEN KEEP CHARLIE BACK!!

She shouted to his wife who held the six year old girl back.

Lucifer was taken to the hospital where he was on life support, he had brain surgery to stop the swelling.

Michael: Will he live?

Doctor: He will, but there's no way in knowing how bad anything is until he wakes up. He could have memory loss.

And he did, Lucifer couldn't remember the attack which was a blessing. But his long term memory no longer worked properly.

Lilith was arrested and charged with attempted murder.

For the next 13 years Lucifer was stuck in a loop of the day he was going to give Lilith the divorce papers. His family tried to keep his life the same as much as they could.

Until Adam moved to town.

Adam drove his van into the new town while loud rock music was playing over his radio. He wanted to try something new and get a fresh start. The good thing was that this town was about thirty minutes away from the town he grew up in and he could still visit family and friends. He drove into the driveway of his new home and he started to unpack not knowing that Lucifer spotted him. Lucifer was pacing back and forth worried about how Lilith would react when he served her with the divorce papers. Ever since Charlie was born, she started to act more violent and cruel. But then he looked outside and saw a beautiful man moving into the house next door and he thought it would be nice to help him and he walked out.

Lucifer: Hey, I saw you moving on and I wanted to offer help. My name in Lucifer Morgenstern by the way.

Adam looked up and saw a handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Adam: Hey, actually that is very nice. My name is Adam Kadmon.

Lucifer: Adam, I like that name.

After that they both started to bring some stuff in and they started to get along with each other.

Adam: I was thinking tomorrow you could show me around the town and we can get lunch.

Lucifer: That sounds nice.

But the next day when Adam went to pick up Lucifer for the tour around town, Lucifer opened the door and looked at Adam as if he didn’t know him.

Lucifer: Hello, you must have moved in next door. My name is Lucifer Morgenstern, what is your name?

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(Morgenstern is German for Morningstar)

[catierambles]

“Sy!” The panic and fear in Mike’s voice had him jumping up from the chair and running out of the cabin, seeing the younger man racing towards him, a woman in his arms. Blood coated his hands, splattered across his bare chest, a pair of grey sweatpants low on his hips, and his feet bare. The woman was unmoving in his arms, her eyes closed and he could see blood on her pale skin.

“Mikey!” Sy yelled, running towards him, “What the fuck happened!”

“I was out for a run--and she was just there--and I--oh god, I think I killed her!” Mike said, his voice breaking.

“Walter!” Sy called out and the other man ran from the cabin, going to them and taking in the scene.

“Give her to me, Mike.” Walter said but his grip on her tightened, “Michael, I need to look her over, you have to give her to me.”

“Mikey.” Sy said, reaching out and holding his shoulder and Mike nodded, gently passing her off to Walter who brought her back into the cabin. “Now, tell me what happened.”

“I was shifted and I was running, and you know how shit gets intense on a full moon.” He said and Sy nodded, “I smelled food and I went towards it and she was just there and I couldn’t stop myself, I tried to stop myself but I just…”

“Deep breaths, kid, don’t need you hittin’ the deck.” Sy said and Mike nodded, taking in deep shaky breaths to try to calm himself.

“I attacked her, oh god, I tore into her.” Mike said and Sy sighed, running a hand over his buzzed hair. “I snapped out of it tasting blood and I shifted back and she was laying there so still and I just picked her up and came back here.”

“You did good doin’ that. We’ll be able to take care of her here.” Sy said.

“What if she’s dead, Sy?! What if I killed her?!” Mike said, his voice bordering on hysteric as he stared down at his blood-covered shaking hands. “August and Geralt are going to kill me, oh god.”

“Look at me, Mikey.” Sy said, reaching out to hold his shoulders again, “Mike, look at me.” He did and Sy made sure to keep eye contact with him. “We’ll get it figured out, okay? It’s going to be okay. Walt’s lookin’ her over right now, we’ll do what we can for her. The only thing you can do right now is go inside and get cleaned up, okay?”

“Yeah,” He said nodding, “Yeah, okay.” Mike walked away from him, heading back into the cabin and Sy stood outside for a few more moments, breathing in the night air before looking up at the heavy moon in the sky.

“Motherfucker.”

[charliedawn]

THE NEW PATIENT Part 3 Warning: Violence

A few days later, Eddie had settled into a strange rhythm at St. Louis. Between Jason’s silent, looming presence, Brahms’ clingy affection, and Michael’s culinary…gestures, he was starting to feel like he’d landed in some bizarre sitcom rather than a facility for dangerous individuals. But there were still a few faces—or rather, painted faces—he hadn’t met yet.

You led him down one of the quieter hallways, your steps echoing softly against the sterile floor. Eddie, Ghostface mask dangling from his fingertips, glanced around with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. “So, who’s next on the Welcome to the Freak Show tour ?” he joked nervously.

You shot him a sideways look. “The Penny Brothers. Clowns.”

Eddie’s steps faltered just a little. “Brothers ? As in, plural clowns ?”

You smirked. “Yep. You’ll love them.”

When you entered their containment area, the atmosphere shifted. The room was dimmer here, not because of the lighting but because of them. The space had that odd feeling of being watched even before you saw them.

There they were—Penny and Pennywise.

Penny was perched lazily on top of a table, grinning ear-to-ear, his white-and-grey costume slightly smudged with what could’ve been paint…or not. His red pompoms looked like they could blink if you stared too long. Pennywise, however, was standing with his hands folded behind his back, his colorful costume a sharp contrast to the dullness of the room. His yellow eyes locked onto Eddie immediately.

Eddie stiffened instinctively.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted casually. “This is Eddie. He’s new.”

Penny hopped off the table with unsettling grace, tilting his head as he stalked closer, his grin widening. “Ooh, new, huh ?” His voice was sweet like syrup but carried an edge that made Eddie’s skin prickle.

Pennywise didn’t move at first. His gaze darkened, studying Eddie like a puzzle. Then, slowly, he stepped forward, his movements eerily fluid. He inhaled deeply, nose wrinkling slightly. Penny mimicked him, sniffing dramatically and making exaggerated faces like he was judging a fine wine.

“…I know this smell,” Pennywise murmured thoughtfully.

Eddie stiffened. “Uh, what ?”

Pennywise didn’t respond immediately. His long fingers twitched at his sides, as if trying to grasp onto something just out of reach in his mind. His eyes narrowed, scanning Eddie from head to toe. “…But from where ?” he muttered to himself—ignoring Eddie as he kept inhaling deeply.

Penny giggled again, bouncing on his heels. “Maybe you ate someone who smelled like him before, brother !”

Eddie took a half-step back, eyes flicking to you. “Okay, nope. I’m out. I didn’t sign up for whatever weird cannibal bloodhound thing is happening right now.”

You suppressed a laugh, though you kept a careful eye on Pennywise. He was rarely this intrigued by someone, and it was impossible to tell if that was a good thing or not.

Finally, Pennywise exhaled sharply through his nose, as if shaking off the thought. He gave Eddie a slow, unsettling smile, revealing his sharp, needle-like teeth.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said dismissively with a small dark chuckle. “I’ll figure it out eventually.”

Eddie shot you a deeply concerned look. “I don’t like the way he said that.”

You patted his shoulder, steering him toward the exit. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to it.”

Eddie muttered under his breath as he followed, “That’s not reassuring...”

…

After the unnerving encounter with the Penny Brothers, Eddie seemed eager to put as much distance between himself and their unsettling gazes as possible. His pace quickened naturally, and you let him take the lead for a moment before steering him down another corridor—one that felt noticeably different from the others. No ancient runes, no reinforced containment globes, no ominous scribbles etched into the walls.

Just plain, sterile hallways.

"Okay," Eddie muttered, shaking off the residual anxiety. "So I guess we’re visiting the normals now."

You gave him a sly smile. "Define 'normal.'"

Eddie groaned dramatically, dragging a hand through his wild curls. “Yeah. It’s official. You suck at being reassuring.”

You chuckled and stopped in front of a door marked with simple black lettering: Patients Code Blue: Joker & Patient: Five. Unlike the other doors in the facility, this one didn’t have nearly as many locks or precautions—though there were two guards stationed nearby, both of whom avoided eye contact as you approached. That was never a good sign.

What had those two done now ?

You knocked once before opening the door.

The room was...chaotic.

There was paper scattered everywhere—crumpled sheets, scribbled notes, and torn-out pages from what looked like several different books. In the middle of it all sat Arthur, his bright green hair messy, eyes glinting with manic energy. He was leaning back in a chair that was teetering dangerously on two legs, flipping a playing card between his fingers with ease.

On the opposite side of the room stood Five, impeccably dressed in his signature schoolboy uniform despite the mess around him. His expression was one of constant irritation, like he’d been perpetually stuck in the middle of a math problem that no one else could solve. A coffee cup—probably his third or fourth of the day—rested on a stack of books nearby.

Arthur was the first to react, his grin stretching impossibly wide as he spotted you. “Ah ! Nurse Extraordinaire ! And who’s this ?” His gaze snapped to Eddie, eyes narrowing with interest. “A new face. I love new faces. They're like blank canvases—so much potential.”

Eddie instinctively took half a step behind you, whispering, “Is that the Joker ? Like…the Joker ?”

You nodded. "Yep. Well…one of them anyway. His name is Arthur Fleck. Do not worry, he is one of the most manageable patients in the hospital. Even if he doesn’t always show it."

Eddie’s eyes widened before he looked at Arthur who was looking at him with a small mischievous smile and unsettling pair of blue eyes he’s ever seen. He then looked at the mess around and let out a small nervous laugh. Right…manageable.

Five didn’t bother looking up from the papers he was scribbling on as he spoke up. “Don’t look at him, newbie. Don’t encourage him. He’s already unbearable without new people to impress.”

Arthur chuckled and shrugged.

“I cannot help it if I am famous, Five.”

To which, Five only wordlessly rolled his eyes.

Eddie’s eyes darted between them before he smiled. “Wait, his name is just…Five ? Seriously ?”

Five finally glanced up, arching an eyebrow at the newcomer. “Got a problem with my name, smart guy ?”

Eddie was about to answer when Five used his power to slap him at the back of the head. Eddie hissed and rubbed the back of his head and Five smirked. You gave Five a reprimanding look.

“Five. Remember what we said last time…”

Five rolled his eyes again and muttered under his breath.

“I am an adult and must act like one…”

You nodded and crossed your arms over your chest expectantly.

"Exactly. And what would well-behaved adults do in this situation ?”

Five gritted his teeth and restrained a third eye roll.

“I am…sorry.”

Eddie blinked, then mumbled, "Okay, apologies accepted or whatever but…so he got superpowers ? This might be worse than the clowns."

You chuckled, patting his shoulder. “Relax. They’re technically human.”

…Technically ?

Arthur stood up suddenly and walked to Eddie before smiling and extending a hand. “Arthur. And you are ?”

Eddie hesitated, clearly unsure how to answer. He knew he should answer with his first name, but maybe the guy wanted to know why he was here ? He decided to go with his alias. “Uh…Ghostface ?”

The Joker’s grin widened. “Ooooh, a killer with branding. I like it. Very entrepreneurial.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Don’t mind him. His personality is 90% caffeine and poor life choices.”

Arthur spun around, finger raised. “And murder ! Do not forget murder, my dear little friend.”

Eddie just stood there, frozen, before whispering to you, “Yeah. I miss Michael.”

You laughed softly, steering him toward the center of the room. “You’ll get used to them.”

Eddie gave you a side glance. "That's what you keep saying. I'm starting to think it's less of a reassurance and more of a threat."

A few moments later:

"So," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, "that’s it, right ? I’ve met all the psychos on your little tour of terror ?"

You hesitated.

That tiny pause was enough for Eddie’s head to snap toward you, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What. Why are you pausing ? Don’t pause like that."

You sighed, running a hand down your face. "Not…quite."

Eddie stopped walking entirely. "No. Nope. I’ve met the hulking, silent types, the mask-wearing knife enthusiasts, the weird clowns, and now caffeine gremlin Number Five with his emotionally unstable bestie. I’m done."

But you didn’t stop. You just turned slightly, offering a look that was somewhere between apologetic and resigned. “Eddie, if you don’t meet him now, he’ll find you later.”

That gave him pause.

"...What does that even mean ?"

You didn’t answer. Instead, you led him toward a dimly lit corridor—a place that felt like the hospital itself was holding its breath. No guards here. No warnings etched into the walls. Just a faint, eerie whisper of something unseen, like the air itself was laughing at you.

You stopped at an unremarkable door. There were no locks, no reinforced metal, no ominous plaques.

Eddie frowned. "This looks…suspiciously normal. That’s worse."

You didn’t knock.

You simply opened the door.

The room was dark. Not the sterile, clinical dimness of the hospital—this was different. Shadows clung to the walls like they had weight, thick and heavy. There was a faint smell of something burnt lingering in the air.

Eddie squinted into the darkness. "Uh…hello ?"

Silence.

Then, from the corner of the room, a voice slithered out—smooth, mocking, dripping with amusement.

“Well, well, well…Look what the nurse dragged in.”

Eddie froze.

From the shadows, a figure emerged, his red-and-green sweater unmistakable even in the dim light. A burned face, grotesquely scarred, stretched into a grin far too wide. And on his right hand—those infamous blades glinting under the faint flicker of light.

Freddy Krueger.

Eddie’s breath hitched. “Oh.”

Freddy’s grin grew sharper as he sauntered closer, his blades clicking together with casual menace. “So, you’re the new meat, huh ? They’ve been talking about you around those parts.” He leaned in slightly, his face inches from Eddie’s. "Not sure what the fuss is about. You don’t look like much."

Eddie, to his credit, didn’t move. His jaw tightened, but he stood his ground. “Yeah ? You look like burnt lasagna.”

You slapped a hand over your face.

Freddy blinked.

Then he laughed—a loud, raspy, unhinged cackle that echoed off the walls. “Oh, I like this one,” he wheezed, doubling over slightly. “Got a mouth on you, kid. We’re gonna have so much fun together. I can tell.”

Eddie shot you a panicked glance. “What does that mean ? Why did he say it like that ?!”

You sighed and shrugged. “It’s Freddy. Everything sounds like a threat.”

Freddy wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Don’t worry, kid. I only kill people in their dreams.”

Eddie blinked. “...That’s supposed to make me feel better ?”

Freddy leaned back, crossing his arms lazily. “Eh. Depends on how you sleep.”

Eddie groaned, running both hands through his hair. “I hate this place.”

You patted his shoulder sympathetically. "You'll get used to it."

He shot you a glare.

“Okay. That’s definitely a threat.”

You left the room and were walking down the corridor when Eddie decided to go to the bathroom. You accompanied him to the door of the bathroom and decided to wait outside. Once he was done, he got out to clean his hands and suddenly, he heard a voice just behind him.

“Hey there, pretty boy.”

Eddie almost jumped out of his skin as he turned around to face none other than the oldest of the Sinclair brothers.

“Jesus H. Christ ! Warning, man !”

Bo grinned and clicked his tongue as he looked down at Eddie.

“Oooh, newbie’s a skipper, eh ? What else can ya do, huh bunny rabbit ?”

Eddie chuckled falsely and pressed his tongue against his cheek to hold the colourful words threatening to spill out before slowly raising his middle finger.

“Here. You like ?”

Bo was momentarily surprised before he grinned and chuckled. Eddie tried to leave, but Bo leant against the bathroom door—stopping him from leaving.

“Wait a second. What’s yer name, sunshine ?”

Eddie huffed and looked away before facing the older slasher with a menacing grin.

“None of your business. Now, get out of my way, asshole.”

Bo's grin only widened as Eddie tried to push past him, blocking his path with his broad shoulders. He was enjoying the little game too much.

"Aw, c'mon now, sunshine. No need to be shy," Bo teased and refused to let Eddie leave. "You're actin' all tough, but I can tell. You scared. Gonna piss yer pants, aintcha pretty boy ?"

Eddie’s patience was wearing thin. His eyes flickered with irritation, but he bit back a sharp retort. He didn’t want to get into it with that stupid guy—at least, not right now. He could feel the rage simmering beneath the surface though, that gnawing voice in his head pushing him, urging him to take control. It was that damn Ghostface instinct.

"You asked for it," Eddie muttered under his breath.

Bo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the tension. "What was that, kid ?"

"You're too dumb to understand," Eddie shot back, his voice a little too calm. Bo leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Try me, bunny."

That was all it took. The voice of Ghostface roared in Eddie’s mind, a cold, sinister laugh echoing through his skull. His eyes went dark, his body moving of its own accord.

Without a second thought, Eddie grabbed Bo by the collar and slammed his head into the corner of the sink with a sickening thud. Bo let out a grunt of pain but quickly recovered, his hands gripping Eddie’s wrist in an attempt to break free.

"Let go, you lil’ fucker," Bo snarled, now glaring at Eddie with raw intensity, but Eddie was beyond listening. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into Bo’s throat as he shoved him back down, breaking the sink in the process. Bo’s face was beaten and bloody at the point and he couldn’t even speak. Eddie then pushed him against the bathroom wall and seethed.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with, you big dumb idiot,” Eddie growled through gritted teeth, the darkness of Ghostface fully taking over as he grabbed a sharp piece of the broken sink. “You won’t make that mistake again.”

Suddenly, you entered and your eyes widened.

“Eddie ! No !”

Eddie was about to stab Bo when he heard your voice and hesitated. You slowly came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay…Eddie. No one is going to hurt you. I promise. You’re safe. Now, release him…” After a moment, Eddie complied and let Bo go who collapsed to the floor. You then took Eddie’s weapon and lead him outside before warning the staff about Bo.

You sighed.

Dr House won’t be happy…