#he'd be like *scoffs* nah that's for OTHER people I don't need it. in a I've got this/I'm soo in control of myself I don't get drop

[halfbaked00q]

Yea the like, zing is exactly what I'm thinking lol, like... I don't think a hardline "no pain at all" would rly do it for him. And like we talk about, not all pain is bad pain, it can be a sensation like any other, and ofc the big example is spicy food and etc.

I also love your think about deep muscle massages, I think yes bc it fulfills Bond's needs of (1) Q's intimate hands-on attention (2) seeing to his poor abused muscles & probably may ortho injuries (3) being pummeled to death, esp by Q lol.

And yes yes yes to the trust & security (and being ABLE to give it all up - complete sidebar but and this is why Writing's on the Wall is 100% a 00q song) to Q being as/maybe more intoxicating than the physical sensations. Like he can get physical sensations anywhere, but the high of giving himself over entirely to something. that is, also notedly,. cares for/about him back, and is like, fundamentally non-destructive? whoof. (like he can give himself over to Q&C sure but. in the end they're cold concepts & can't care for him back. unlike Q. who is warm and strong and right there and can & will take him in hand firmly but lovingly)

But re: your additions in the last part yes I think it even holds out in canon? That he craves Q's attention even in the early days and probably not consciously. But it's like. watching the Spectre scene with the way he sidles up to Q. He's not entirely coy about it, but you gotta admit there is just that edge of coyness to it. The man isn't full-on sajiao'ing yet, but. we're getting there.

Re: this note, he was surprised by the jab in Spectre so he reacted a lot, BUT if you compare his Ow in Casino Royale to the one in NTTD. Not to become a fake Body Language expert or anything but ummm Casino Royale: Direct Eye Contact with M, no flinch, no blinking, pointedly looking over at the tech, flat purposeful Ow. meanwhile NTTD: bantering, leaning his head away to give Q better accesss (granted the camera angle is different but it looks like Nomi doesn't quite lean her head away that much, not as much as Bond does; she just kind of tilts her head slightly meanwhile Bond is like, *opens up his entire side of his neck to Q*), the eye close (sorry to bring more cat Bond into this lmao, but as we know with cats!! they don't have to blink their eyes as much so closing their eyes is a sign of trusstt), the. the dang little eyelid flutter he does after it 👀

listen maybe it's Not That Deep; but also, maybe it could be, I got shovels & I'm willing to dig.

one thing I lowkey have been debating w myself is, like, is Bond a masochist slash to what degree. Like other than the self destructive streak stuff. Like, would he be into any sort of painplay.

and I'd soorta but not rly but sorta been swayed to the "maybe not? like his life is so brutal maybe he rly just craves tenderness" camp

and it seemed to make sense esp w how he is with Q vs with other people lmao, but like.. I dunno, it didn't feel like it fully reconciled all of the different aspects we see in canon

anyway, where I've landed now is more on the side of yes, but not like anything too intense or hardcore. But I do think a bit of pain would do it for him. and re: why is he such a baby about it with Q, well. the man is a brat and also importantly, a fckn sajiao king lmao. And Q falls for it every time lmao

Bond just loooooves playing up the "🥺 am baby" with Q lol. Everyone else he's 😎 but with Q he's like Qqqqq.. I have an owie see to me RIGHT AWAYYY pwease or Im gonna DIE 🥺. very cat meowing piteously at her mommy until she spins the wheel for her, even though she damn well can run on the thing herself of him lmao

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen 

⚠️ SPOILER HEAVY ⚠️

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death 

Full tags/warnings on Chapter links post

Major Characters: Original Character, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Tsukumo Yuki, Choso

‎‧₊˚✧ Chapter 15 ✧˚₊‧

While Suguru went to relax at home, enjoying the peace of being with just his parents again, and Shoko visited her father, Satoru was busy sighing for what had to be the 100th time in the last hour. The New Year's Eve party at the Gojo estate was always overbearing and irritating in the worst way, spent in an uncomfortable formal kimono and greeting old people who don't give a shit about anything but their status.

He sat in his spot at the long head table, every guest coming to reassert themselves as someone he probably needed when he became the clan head officially. Not that he gave a shit anyway, but in this life he'd determined it would be better to play along rather than rebel and do as he pleased. If he was going to rally everyone together, he needed a good position and good enough standing. Good enough being key, because he certainly had no interest in schmoozing with shitty geriatrics.

Some kind of introduction, a few false compliments, marvel at his eyes, New Year's wishes and rinse and repeat. It was all the same. All they knew how to do. If he asked them to kiss his pale ass they'd probably do it.

He'd heard his Grandfather already asking about daughters and knew that talk was coming too. The attempts to marry into more power and create more heirs for later. A dozen or so pretty but boring women would eventually be lined up for him to ignore as usual. That wasn't going to change this time for sure. No matter what, he would not put anyone else into a position they didn't really want.

Speaking of which... One came to him shortly after he overheard. She was in a lovely purple kimono, the long furisode stitched with cranes and tree branches. She was older than him, but not by much. Bold of her to approach directly. She must have been power hungry. Or money. One of the two.

"Good evening, Gojo," she said with a deep bow and a demure smile.

He resisted the scoff that threatened his throat, and just gave her a polite nod. But unfortunately she didn't take the hint. That or she really was very bold.

"How are you enjoying the party?" She asked, subtly standing up straight to present herself to him.

Tall. Thin. Soft features. Long silky black hair. Very pale. She was, just like the others, a proper Japanese woman raised for this purpose. A willing broodmare if it meant she could live a comfortable life and please her parents. Nothing made him more disgusted than someone who'd submit to someone else's whims.

"Honestly it kinda sucks," he huffed, resting his cheek on his hand. He wished he'd kept his sunglasses on so he could ignore her.

"Oh," she continued, "Yes, I'd imagine you'd prefer to be with your friends."

"Yeah," he said shortly, giving her an "alright that's enough" look.

Still, she persisted.

"Perhaps I could keep you--"

"Perhaps you could find someone else to chat with," Satoru said, plastering on that cocky smile, "Not interested, doll. Thanks." Then he waved at her dismissively, picking up his cup to sip.

She stared at him, painted red lips parted in surprise. He wanted to laugh, but he wasn't feeling like being cruel just yet. Only if she kept it up...

Which she didn't. She bowed and scurried off with her head down.

"Satoru," his mother chided softly, "That wasn't very kind. You should really make an effort to meet with them."

"Nah, I'd rather not Mother," he said, rolling his eyes.

She said nothing more, silenced by him. He sighed, feeling a bit guilty. She was just as much a victim of the marriage contract scheme herself. A perfect little flower plucked by a Gojo and blessed with the six-eyes as her child. She wasn't a weak willed woman, he knew that. He'd seen flashes of who she really could be, but the idea of the "Perfect Japanese Woman" had been ingrained and become her mask.

He got up, picking up his phone from under the table and heading out of the room. A few hours of this bullshit was all he could stand.

Down the hall and into his room, he tore off the kimono as soon as he stepped inside. Throwing on a hoodie and sweatpants, he got comfortable on his futon and flipped open his phone to check his messages. Just a few from Suguru showing photos of his hometown and what he was up to. Shoko had sent exactly one message complaining about soba noodles. Sarah sent him a few stupid jokes, hoping to lighten his mood.

He wished he'd stayed at the school. He still had two more nauseating days of ass kissing while they visited the New Year's shrines and ate all the fancy New Year's food.

He looked at his messages from Sarah and smiled. She was probably watching that "No Laughing Batsu Game" show. He'd never actually had the time to sit down and see it, but she insisted on last year's New Year it was the funniest thing. Apparently Suguru loved it too, so maybe he was watching it this time?

Satoru: What is the name of that show again?

Sarah: Gaki No Tsukai! You gotta turn it on! It's so good! It's a high school theme this year and I almost pissed myself!

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Satoru: (⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠☞ I'll check it out

So he rolled over, flipping on the TV to his room. He vaguely recognized the name from his first life. This had become a regular yearly show, but as always he was too busy to sit down and watch it the day of and when he actually did have time it wasn't something he remembered to do.

Clearly he was missing out!

He recognized the main duo of course, Downtown was always the best comedy pair in Japan. Cocorico was really good as well, and Yamazaki of course. The whole idea was amazing! And the set ups! Holy shit! He was laughing so hard his cheeks hurt!

He texted Suguru about it and his eyes widened when Suguru immediately called him.

"You're watching it to?" Suguru said excitedly as soon as he picked up, "Jimmy Onishi trying to count to 100 almost killed me!"

"Holy shit, yes!" Satoru laughed, "This is amazing! Sarah is watching too!"

"That's so awesome!" Suguru said. Satoru could hear him shifting in the background, probably sitting in his room.

Satoru bit his lip. He wasn't sure if this was the right time, but then again would it ever be? He hesitated for a split second before he said, "I wish we were watching it together." His voice had come out softer than he meant and he cringed immediately. Was it too soon? Would Suguru catch on? Did he want him too?

"Yes," Suguru agreed with a sigh, "I wish we could too."

Satoru's heart raced and his word caught. He wasn't sure what to say, so he just settled on, "Yeah."

"Next year we should all get together," Suguru said.

Oh. He meant with everyone. Before he could even stop himself Satoru was already saying, "I meant with just you. Alone."

Suguru didn't answer, but Satoru could hear his breathing still. It felt like an eternity before Suguru simply said, "Oh, I see."

"Too strong," Satoru cringed internally, he was coming on way to strong. Suguru was only fifteen after all and Satoru had only ever heard him talk about women in his last life. Was he even interested in men? Would he try it?

Satoru's face was heating up as the silence dragged on. Did he fuck this up? He was a grown ass man internally and still this made him feel oddly shy and foolish. And a little sick on some level, if he was being honest. The last thing he wanted to do was push Suguru into something he didn't want like some nasty groomer or something. But all of this was so new to him, he wasn't sure what the furthest boundaries should be in the first place!

"I think it would be better with all of us," Suguru said quietly after a moment and Satoru's heart fell.

Shit. It was too fast.

"Ah, yeah... I guess so," he said sheepishly, his hand wringing the futon blanket. He fucked up. He knew he did. "I... I didn't mean anything weird by it--"

"Sorry, Mom is calling me. Talk to you in a bit?" Suguru said, and promptly hung up.

Satoru stared at his phone, his mouth fallen open. "Shit," he mumbled, "Shit shit shit..."

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To say his return to the school was nerve-wracking was an understatement. Satoru hadn't slept well for the last two days of his visit home, constantly worried he'd ruined everything with Suguru forever. He hadn't heard a word from the guy, not even a text or any pictures or anything.

When he reached the top of the steps, he saw Sarah and Shoko waving excitedly to him and he gave them a little half-hearted wave back. Where was Suguru? Surely he wouldn't just... Avoid him right?

"Geto!" Sarah called and Satoru froze. He swallowed thickly, turning to see Suguru about halfway up the stairs.

They locked eyes and it felt like everything slowed down. His expression was unreadable, and Satoru wasn't even sure what he should say. Suguru seemed to be at a loss as well and he stopped in his tracks.

"Hey," Satoru managed, quieter than he intended.

The moment turned violent in the blink of an eye. One moment Suguru was halfway up the stairs, brushing snow off his coat, and the next, he was blindsided by an unrelenting force that drove him hard into the icy ground. The impact echoed, sharp and brutal, as Suguru slid down a few steps before catching himself. 

“What the hell?!” Satoru shouted, eyes wide as he processed what had just happened. 

The blur that hit Suguru materialized into Toji Fushiguro, his presence as sharp and lethal as the blade he wielded. Satoru’s heart sank as he recognized the man who had haunted his nightmares and memories—a predator without cursed energy to track, armed with the inverted spear of heaven. 

Suguru groaned, rolling to his feet, and Satoru felt a surge of panic. “Suguru, get back!” he barked, already moving to intercept the man. 

Toji swung the inverted spear with ruthless precision, forcing Satoru to backpedal. The blade hummed ominously, cutting through the air with a deadly promise. Satoru felt the weight of his past crash down on him; this wasn’t a fight he could afford to lose. 

But then he heard it. 

Sarah’s shriek. 

His head whipped around, his mind snapping to Shoko and Sarah. To his horror, he saw Shoko crumpled on the ground, clutching a nasty gash on her arm as Sarah stood over her, gripping a clump of snow like it could fend off Toji. 

“No.” 

Satoru moved without thinking, the world around him blurring as he appeared at their side. “Are you okay?!” he demanded, kneeling next to Shoko. 

“I’ll live,” Shoko muttered through gritted teeth, already working to heal the deep cut. Her fingers glowed faintly with cursed energy as she knit the wound back together. Despite her pain, her eyes were calm and steady, locking with Satoru’s for a moment. 

Sarah’s face, however, was pale with fear, her hands trembling as she tried to shield Shoko. She looked at Satoru like he was her lifeline, her only hope. “He—he’s gone. I don’t know where he is—” 

Satoru turned his head sharply, scanning the area, his six eyes struggling to detect Toji. Nothing. No cursed energy, no presence—just the ghost of danger lingering in the cold air. 

“Stay close,” he growled, his voice low and serious. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.” 

Sarah nodded, her grip on her improvised snow weapon tightening. 

Suguru was already rushing up the stairs to rejoin them, his face set in a grim determination. Satoru’s relief was brief; he couldn’t let his guard down for a second. 

Toji was faster than he remembered. Much faster. And more unpredictable. 

Satoru’s brain worked overtime, calculating every angle, every possible move Toji could make. He couldn’t feel him, couldn’t predict his movements, but he could anticipate. 

“Stay alert,” he said, his voice sharp and commanding. “He’s playing games. He wants us off balance.” 

Suguru reached them, positioning himself beside Satoru, his cursed spirits swirling protectively around him. His face was hard, but there was an edge of unease in his eyes. “What’s the plan?” he asked, his voice steady despite the tension in his stance. 

“We wait,” Satoru said, scanning the shadows. “Let him make the first move.” 

The air was heavy, every second stretching into an eternity. Snow fell softly around them, the silence broken only by the crunch of their shifting feet. 

And then, like a serpent striking from the dark, Toji reappeared.

Toji moved like a shadow with substance—impossible to pin down, and yet his strikes landed with brutal precision. Satoru and Suguru worked in sync, as they always had, yet Toji stayed one step ahead of them both, weaving through their attacks with a precision that bordered on superhuman. 

Satoru growled under his breath, his fingers glowing faintly with cursed energy as he aimed another blast at Toji. “He’s too damn fast,” he muttered, frustration creeping into his tone. 

Suguru wasn’t faring much better, his cursed spirits snapping at Toji like wild dogs only to be evaded or neutralized in a blink. “We can’t keep this up,” Suguru admitted, his voice tight. 

Toji smirked, his blade flashing in the dim light as he lunged at Satoru, forcing him to backpedal. Satoru gritted his teeth, catching the blow with a barrier of cursed energy that rippled like glass under pressure. He pushed back hard, the force sending Toji skidding across the icy ground. 

“Now!” Satoru shouted. 

Suguru took the cue, lunging forward with a burst of energy. He channeled his cursed spirits into a single strike, aiming to knock Toji clean off his feet and down the stairs. The plan seemed to work—Toji staggered, his balance faltering as he tumbled back. 

“Yes!” Suguru exhaled, relief washing over him. 

But Satoru’s heart dropped. 

“No. No, no, no,” he muttered, his six eyes flaring as he pieced it together. 

Toji’s fall wasn’t a loss—it was a calculated move. Satoru could see it now: the deliberate way Toji had shifted the fight, pulling them further and further from Shoko and Sarah. 

The bastard played us.

Without hesitation, Satoru vanished in a blur of speed, reappearing near the girls. His heart pounded as he scanned for Toji, but the scene was quiet. Too quiet. 

Then it hit him. 

Double bluff.

Satoru spun around just in time to see Toji move like a phantom, closing the distance to Suguru with terrifying speed. The gleam of the inverted spear of heaven flashed in the dim light, and before Satoru could react, Toji struck. 

“Suguru!” 

The blade slashed through Suguru’s chest, the force of the blow sending him reeling. He stumbled, his footing lost, and with a sickening inevitability, he toppled backward, careening down the icy stairs in sickening thuds.

Time slowed. 

Satoru’s body moved before his mind could catch up, every muscle screaming to reach Suguru before he hit the bottom. But Toji wasn’t done—he turned on Satoru, readying for another strike. 

“Stay back!” Satoru barked, unleashing a wave of cursed energy to force Toji away. The effort left him exposed for a split second, but it was enough to reach the edge of the stairs where Suguru had fallen. 

Suguru lay crumpled at the base, groaning softly as he tried to push himself up. Blood dripped from his side where the blade had cut deep, staining the pristine snow in a vivid red.

Above him, Toji watched with a cold, calculating gaze, his weapon held loosely at his side. He didn’t pursue, not yet. 

Suguru’s coughing rattled like broken glass, his breaths shallow as blood seeped from the corner of his lips. His dark eyes fluttered open again, his gaze unfocused but stubborn. He started to speak, but Satoru shook his head urging him to stay still.

A scream split through the night air—Sarah’s voice, raw and filled with fury. 

“Stay back!” 

Satoru’s stomach twisted into knots as he whipped his head around, torn between staying with Suguru and rushing to the others. He clenched his teeth so hard he thought they might crack. This was the game Toji was playing: forcing him to make a choice. 

Suguru or the girls.

Satoru’s mind raced, weighing options he didn’t want to consider. Shoko was fragile in a fight, and Sarah was technically immortal. She could survive things others couldn’t. She’ll come back, he told himself, his jaw tightening with the bitter thought. But guilt still clawed at his chest as he made his decision. 

With a burst of cursed energy, Satoru darted back up the stairs, his speed a blur against the snow. 

The sight he was greeted with made his blood run cold. 

Toji stood at the top, gripping Sarah by the throat, her small form thrashing and kicking in his iron grip. Her hands clawed at his arm, her nails drawing blood and digging in as hard as she could. She may as well have been scratching at a lion.

“Put her down,” Satoru growled, his voice low and dangerous. 

Toji’s grin widened, his wild eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. “Too late for demands, kid,” he said, his tone mocking. 

Sarah, despite her situation, bared her teeth and reared back, sinking them into Toji’s hand. Toji flinched, a flicker of irritation crossing his face, but his grip didn’t loosen. 

“You’ve got fight, I’ll give you that,” he muttered. Then, with cruel precision, his hand tightened around her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes widened, rolling back as her struggles weakened. 

“Put her down!” Satoru roared, his cursed energy flaring around him like a living storm. 

Toji only chuckled, the sound dark and hollow.

With a sharp movement, Toji slashed at Sarah, his blade cutting deep, before tossing her to the ground like discarded trash. She hit the snow in a bloody heap, her body limp. 

Satoru’s world narrowed to a point, his vision tunneling as rage consumed him. He launched forward, a strike aimed directly at Toji, but the man was ready. Toji parried the attack with the inverted spear of heaven, the blade’s cursed energy nullifying Satoru’s own. 

The two clashed with violent force, Satoru’s blows relentless, fueled by anger and desperation. Toji smirked, darting back into the treeline with an agility that left Satoru no choice but to hold his ground. 

Satoru’s chest heaved as he stood over Sarah’s unmoving form, his fists clenched so tightly they shook. He didn’t dare take his eyes off the treeline, but the sound of Shoko’s voice behind him brought a sliver of relief. 

“Let me through,” she said, her tone sharp despite the tremor in her voice. 

“Not her,” Satoru muttered, his voice tight. “Just... I'll get you to Suguru.”

Shoko's eyes widened, but she understood.

Satoru moved swiftly, his hand firm on Shoko’s arm as they descended the snow-dusted stairs toward Suguru. The air was still tense, every shadow feeling like Toji’s lurking figure. He kept Shoko close, his senses heightened for any sign of an ambush. 

Halfway down, the sickening buzz of fly heads filled the air. Satoru’s jaw tightened. He remembered this move all too well from his past life—Toji’s distraction tactics. 

“Stay close,” he snapped, pulling Shoko against his side. 

Before the fly heads could swarm them, Satoru’s cursed energy flared as he activated his Blue technique. A wave of force exploded outward, sucking in and obliterating the grotesque creatures. Shoko pressed closer to him, shielding her eyes from the chaotic display. 

With the area cleared, Satoru turned his attention to Suguru. He couldn’t waste any time. Wrapping an arm around Shoko’s waist, he used Limitless to lift them both, flying down the stairs with precision and speed. 

Suguru was still on the ground, his breathing labored but steady. Satoru landed beside him, crouching to scoop him up with one arm. He barely paused, launching them all back up toward the relative safety of the landing. 

“Shoko, do your thing!” Satoru barked as soon as they touched down. 

Shoko dropped to her knees beside Suguru, her hands glowing as she began to heal him. But Satoru could see it wasn’t easy. Her face was pale, her breathing heavy as she worked to stabilize Suguru’s wounds. 

“Focus,” he muttered, standing protectively in front of them. His six eyes scanned the treeline, every muscle in his body taut. He could feel Toji out there, moving like a phantom. 

Then he felt it—the inverted spear of heaven. A sharp, cold presence that cut through the air. Without hesitation, Satoru fired a beam of Red in the direction of the cursed weapon. The blast ripped through the trees in a deafening explosion, clearing a wide path of destruction. 

But within that explosion, Toji emerged, unscathed and grinning like a predator. 

“Miss me?” Toji taunted, closing the distance with terrifying speed. 

Satoru barely had time to react as Toji lunged, slamming into him and sending Shoko sprawling to the ground. The inverted spear slashed toward him, and Satoru raised his arms, physically blocking the hit since Limitless wouldn’t work against the cursed tool. Pain shot through him, but he didn’t let it show. 

“Cheap shot,” Satoru growled, spinning to catch Shoko before she hit the ground. 

Toji didn’t let up, his attacks relentless as he aimed for Satoru, Suguru, or Shoko—whoever seemed the most vulnerable in the moment. Satoru was forced to move like a blur, blocking, dodging, and redirecting Toji’s strikes to protect his friends. 

It was starting to unnerve him. Toji wasn’t fighting to win. He was fighting to destabilize, to push Satoru into making a mistake. 

“I’m getting real tired of this game, old man,” Satoru snarled, his tone deceptively casual despite the tension in his shoulders. 

Toji only chuckled, his movements as fluid and calculated as ever. “What’s the matter, Gojo? Feeling a little off-balance?” 

Satoru’s grin was sharp, masking the way his mind raced for a solution. He could feel Shoko struggling to keep Suguru alive behind him, and every second Toji stayed on the offensive was another second too long. 

“Off-balance?” Satoru echoed, his voice laced with mockery. “Buddy, I’m always on top.” 

With that, he slammed his hands together, his cursed energy spiking dangerously. If Toji wanted chaos, Satoru would give him chaos.

The air crackled with energy as Satoru blinked to the side, then reappeared behind Toji in a daring feint. With a quick flick of his wrist, he fired off a Red, the cursed energy tearing through the space between them. Toji, ever the strategist, raised the inverted spear, absorbing the brunt of the blast before retaliating with a vicious slash. 

The clash escalated, the ground beneath them cracking and splintering with every step and strike. Satoru’s precision and speed matched Toji’s raw, brutal power, but Toji wasn’t fighting for a clean win—he was fighting to keep Satoru on edge. His movements were calculated, darting toward Suguru and Shoko without warning, forcing Satoru to divide his focus. 

“Really? Using my friends as bait?” Satoru scoffed, his voice sharp with mockery, though his heart hammered in his chest. “Classy move, asshole. Real honorable.” 

Toji grinned, his eyes wild with the thrill of the fight. “Whatever works, kid.” 

Satoru's mind raced. He needed a way to turn the tide without putting his friends at risk. A domain expansion would be a surefire win, but it would trap Shoko and Suguru along with Toji—and Shoko couldn’t stop healing Suguru for even a moment. 

The memories of his first battle with Toji clawed at the edges of his mind. The lack of preparation, the overconfidence, the way Toji had completely blindsided him. This fight felt eerily similar, except now, Satoru had more than just himself to worry about. 

Gritting his teeth, he used Blue again, clearing a swath of the surrounding woods and forcing Toji back into direct combat. He drew the man in, deliberately letting him land a hit with the inverted spear. Pain flared as the weapon sliced through his defense, but Satoru’s counterstrike was swift, his cursed energy slamming into Toji and sending him flying. 

Or so he thought. 

Toji’s smirk was the first sign that something was wrong. Satoru barely had time to process it before Toji let himself be flung backward—straight into Shoko. 

“NO!” Satoru roared, his voice echoing in the icy air. 

The inverted spear drove into Shoko’s back, and she gasped, choking on the impact. Her hands glowed faintly as she immediately tried to heal herself, but her movements were sluggish, her breath shallow. 

Satoru moved to block Toji’s next move, but the man was already ahead of him. With a brutal kick, he sent Suguru’s limp body tumbling down the icy stairs. 

“No, no, no!” Satoru’s heart dropped as he watched Suguru’s form bounce down the steps, blood trailing behind him like a crimson ribbon. 

Fueled by a mix of rage and desperation, Satoru turned back to Toji, his six eyes blazing. “You’re dead.” 

But Toji was already retreating, a satisfied grin plastered across his face. He disappeared into the shadows of the trees, leaving Satoru to pick up the pieces. 

Satoru was at Shoko’s side in an instant, his hands hovering uselessly as she worked to stabilize herself. “Shoko, stay with me. You’re okay, you’re okay.” 

She gave him a weak glare, her voice barely audible. “Focus... on the fight... you idiot.” 

Her words spurred him into action.

Satoru barely spared a glance behind him. He trusted Shoko. She was tough, she was brilliant, and she wasn’t about to let Toji’s cheap shot take her down.

The cold wind cut against his face as he moved, his limitless barrier shimmering faintly as it carved a path through the forest. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through him, his Six Eyes locking onto Toji’s presence even as the man darted through the trees like a shadow. 

“Oh no, you’re not getting away this time,” Satoru growled, his voice laced with uncharacteristic venom. 

Toji turned to face him, that infuriating smirk still tugging at his lips. Satoru’s jaw tightened. The ground trembled beneath them as Satoru attacked, his cursed energy surging in blinding bursts of power. Toji dodged and countered with precision, his inverted spear striking fast and hard. But this time, Satoru wasn’t holding back. Every blow he landed sent shockwaves through the air, every burst of cursed energy forcing Toji further on the defensive. 

Toji's speed was undeniable, his movements almost impossible to predict. But Satoru wasn’t just fast—he was relentless, and his Six Eyes calculated every shift, every twitch of muscle with pinpoint accuracy. 

Toji swung the spear, aiming for Satoru’s barrier, but the sorcerer dodged effortlessly, flickering out of range before reappearing behind him. A brutal kick to Toji’s back sent him stumbling forward, his footing faltering for the first time. 

“You’re losing your edge, old man,” Satoru taunted, his grin sharp and wild. 

Toji’s smirk flickered for a moment, replaced by a glint of something Satoru rarely saw in his enemies: surprise. Just a flicker, but it was enough. 

“That’s the look,” Satoru said, his voice low and dangerous. “That’s the face I wanted to see.” 

Before Toji could recover, Satoru brought his hands together, his cursed energy swelling around him like a storm. “Let’s see how you handle this up close.” 

The air crackled, a vibrant mix of blue and red energy converging at Satoru's outstretched hand. Toji’s eyes widened slightly as the realization dawned. 

“Hollow Purple."

The explosion of energy was deafening, a blinding burst of violet light that ripped through the forest, obliterating everything in its path. At point-blank range, Toji had no chance to dodge. The wave of destruction tore through him, the sheer force sending his body careening into the trees before slamming into the ground with a sickening thud. 

Satoru landed lightly, his breath visible in the icy air as he surveyed the scene. The trees around them had been stripped bare, the ground scorched and littered with debris. And at the center of it all was Toji, crumpled and motionless. 

In a heartbeat, he was at the bottom of the stairs, kneeling beside Suguru’s broken body. His best friend’s breathing was shallow, his face pale against the blood staining the snow. 

“Come on, Suguru,” Satoru murmured, his hands trembling as he assessed the damage. “You’re not leaving me like this. Not now.” 

Above them, the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a cold, golden glow over the carnage. Satoru’s jaw clenched as he felt the weight of his failure pressing down on him. Toji had outmaneuvered him again.

Satoru’s heart was in his throat as he sprinted back up the stairs. His chest heaved, but it wasn’t from exertion—he couldn’t remember the last time he felt genuine panic like this. The forest around him blurred into streaks of gray and white, but his focus was razor-sharp. 

When he reached the top of the stairs, the sight knocked the breath out of him. 

Shoko was crumpled on the ground, her hair splayed across the blood-streaked snow. Her chest rose and fell faintly, but she wasn’t moving. She wasn’t conscious. 

“Shoko!” His voice cracked as he dropped to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her. “Come on, get up! I need you!” 

She didn’t stir. 

“No, no, no, this isn’t happening,” Satoru muttered, panic rising like bile in his throat. He shook her harder, his usual composure shattered. “Shoko, wake up! Suguru needs you! I need you!” 

But there was no response. 

His head whipped around to Suguru, lying so far away. He was so pale, too pale. The blood pooling beneath him was a glaring red. Satoru’s chest tightened. Carefully lifting Shoko, he brought her closer and laid her beside Suguru.

He crawled over to him, pressing trembling hands against the deep gash on Suguru's chest. There was nothing he could do. He wasn’t a healer. He couldn’t close wounds like Shoko could. 

“Damn it,” Satoru hissed, his vision blurring. “You’re not allowed to die. You hear me? You’re not allowed.” 

Suguru’s eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy and unfocused. His lips moved, but no sound came out. 

“Save your strength, okay?” Satoru’s voice was frantic, the words spilling out like a prayer. “You’re going to be fine. Shoko’s... Shoko’s going to fix you. She always fixes us.” 

But even as he said it, he knew the truth. His Six Eyes could see the faint flicker of life in both of them, like a candle guttering in the wind. Too faint. Too far gone. 

Satoru clenched his teeth, his hands curling into fists against the frozen ground. “No. No, no, no!” He struck the snow with his fist, the icy sting biting into his skin. “This isn’t how it ends! It’s not supposed to be like this!”

But the world didn’t care about what was supposed to happen.

For the second time in his life, Satoru Gojo—the strongest—felt powerless. The weight of that realization crushed him, suffocating and unbearable. His friends were slipping away, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it.

A hollow laugh bubbled up in his throat, bitter and broken. The silence around him was deafening, the cold gnawing at his flesh as the wind whispered through the trees.

He stayed there, kneeling between his two friends—the strongest sorcerer in the world, completely and utterly helpless.

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Call me cupid part 3 ( Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Sunshine ex shows up leading to sunshine feeling the barrel of his gun and Joel praying another person he loved not to be taken from him especially when he never got the chance to tell her how he truly feels

Age gap ( reader is 24 while joel in his 40s) , little angst , fluffy fluff  , violence but it apocalypse baby , joel channeling his inner hulk

She felt it , not just the cold barrell in her back , now she  could feel their worry , the fear that filled the room and how they waited on baited breathes .

" Now come don't be stupid like you usually are you can see if you hurt me , ya'll ain't making it out alive" she hissed only getting him to push the gun harder on her skin .

" i'll tell you this you let her go and that be end of it you get one chance to walk out here" tommy reasoned .

" And if i don't " she couldn't help squeeze her eyes tightly knowing he'd give anything just to hurt her .

" then i will make sure of it you feel every ounce of pain a human being can feel then , i'll feed you alive to the infected " joel growled.

" hey there well look at you , why don't we get to know each other " the woman purred.

" he doesn't want your crusty dusty bits lady " ellie yelled.

" i suggest you put that gun down fuckface or these nice people will show you how much they really deal with the likes of you " she growled hand reaching into her belt . while her ex was looking at the town folk pulled out their own weapons she felt the hilt of her hunting knife .

" Might take you with me baby be like old times" he kissed her cheek ignoring the woman he was with scoff .

" i'd drink acid like it was water then do a stupid thing like that  " she huffed pulling the knife out and driving it backward into his leg and  knocking him back while he dropped the gun . Just as Ellie went to dive for for it the woman ran at her making sunshine drag the woman back by the hair , holding her  back til she heard it . Then she felt it  the burning sensation followed by the warm liquid pouring  out her stomach .

"now look what you did , i told you  she useless " her ex smirked going to shoot again only for tommy to crack him in the back of the head .

" tommy check the perimeter there not going to be alone , raiders " she grasped her lower stomach hitting the floor .

" we got it and them, get her" tommy called sending joel into action .

" come on i got you " he lifted her up heart breaking at her screams .

" bring her clinic " he didn't even care to look up eyes focus on her face racing to where he needed to get her then to listen to doc .

" now sweetheart i know it's hard but you gotta keep those pretty eyes of your open  ok " he pleaded .

" i bet you say that to all the ladies joel miller " she laughed coughing mid sentence blood spilling from her lip. He didn't know if she cut it or something worse .

" Nah you little shit i can't lose you , not when i finally grew the balls to tell you how i feel so you keep those eyes open ok and stay with me  " he ran faster seeing her fighting it .

" And ... and those feeling you wanna tell me? " she asked fear laced in her features like it was last time she was going to see his face . Almost polarising his features burning them to her mind and heart .

" Well you get through this like i know you will and i'll tell you how much i love you and how much this town needs sunshine ok, I was gonna talk to you darling tell you but no you had to be hero huh? " he felt the tears falling down his own cheeks.

" well then i can't wait to .. " he felt it her voice dropped completely and eyes closing as he ran faster than he did in his life willing her to wake with all his might til he was pushed out of the room history repeating in such sick cruel way . he felt the anger rise like the wrath of hell was opening in him . charging past as tommy and few men held the animal she had for an ex, the bastard whining about his leg . not a word was said when joel's fist cracked the mans jaw nor could he hear the shouts of his brother . Too blind to his own rage as he kept hitting the man harder and harder . nothing was stopping him even when his own knuckles spilt  til he hear heard her screams coming from the clinic .

" joel she's needs you " ellie shouted seeing a bit of clarity when he stood from the groaning man. " she scared and she needs you " ellie repeated .

" deal with um " was all he growled before heading back in the clinic blood dripping down his knuckles first he heard her whimpers then he heard her screams again  sending him into the room faster than he ever moved .

" i need you distract her some how, bullets in there" Doc yelled .

" hey sunshine look at me , come on good girl you need to look at me let em get it out " he held her down and nodding when  another few blood curdling screams and the bullets was out .

" just keep her still its a clean shot , doesn't look like it hit anything but it's more waiting game now " .

" did they check the premiteres " she sobbed weak and colour draining from her face more as time passed .

" hey don't worry about anything or one but yourself ok " he rubbed her forehead .

" here bite this " she felt the wood in between her teeth , muffling most of her screams as the doc began suturing the wound closed before she was out cold . it all felt like an eternity hell it could of been minutes or seconds for all he cared .

" she needs bed rest be safer to move her home then leaving her here some others  got injured so i need the space too , let me check your hand before you go " .

" ellie get the door " was all he said before carrying her out and back to his house for all he cared this was her home now .

first few days he barely moved from her bedside , ellie brought their food back then by the fifth day she awoke groaning and wincing sending him to his feet.

" You better not been sleeping on that damned sofa " she croaked.

" nah he's been either sleeping on that chair or the floor " ellie smiled seeing her eyes opening fully .

" did they check the land around  " she asked softly trying to sit up and thank joel for cup of water clearly the dryness in her throat .

" yeah they got the bastards hiding that was few days ago honey" he rubbed her head softly.

" tommy and maria told me to keep them updated so i'll get to that " ellie stood unsurely before rushing over and hugging the woman tightly.

" easy she's still recovering " joel hissed .

" leave her, hey darling girl i told you i wasn't going anywhere and I'm not breaking my word i love you too much  " was all sunshine said wrapping her own weak arm around the girl feeling her sobs vibrate through her.

" ok ok i'm going now and i love you too i guess   " she sniffled wiping her face.

" well i'll be here when you get back , can't get rid of me that easy " she smiled softly as ellie left

" you scared me you little shit " he sighed pressing his forehead against hers .

"i scared me but i couldn't  let that whore attack ellie or prick could of hurt you or ellie hell even tommy I'd never let that happen whether it get me in this situation or not " she felt her tears welling up .

" well no more hero act i can't lose you when i barely even got you , i do have you right? " his eyes showing nothing but love and awe as the worry and fear washed away.

" giving that you love me?" it wasn't suppose to come out like a question but she wanted to make sure she actually heard it and wasn't some hallucination due to her injuries or some sort of fever dream .

" giving that i love you "he confirmed now he look scared ,more scared than he ever been in his life never thinking he would find himself feeling this way . Falling in love again it was a dream come true and she was still here .

" if it helps old man i love you too " she smiled pressing into him leaning up and connecting her lips with his . she didn't even care her side was screaming burn pain when she pulled him deeper into the kiss . she needed him more than she needed oxygen . he needed her just the same , the feeling of finally having her in such away made his nerves come alive , though he held back so much still conscious of the state she was in .

" hey im no doctor but you ain't in any condition to be doing shit like that now apart before i put a hose on you two " she couldn't help the giggle at the younger miller pulling away her cheeks red as she looked to the visitors .

" they weren't as far as i thought " Ellie snorted .

" anymore ex's i need to hunt down " tommy teased yet she was happy for it all , happy she was here to see them all .

" you're still an ass , that's why your not my favourite miller " she rolled her eyes . " but no it was one ex " she almost whispered.

" hey her cheeks flushing is a good sign right" tommy continued his teasing as her cheek felt on fire hiding her head in joels neck .

" someone hit him for me " she whined as maria slapped him back of the head with a laugh. " thank you " she smiled.

" oh last of your stuff in down stairs by the way , joel figures since your going to be recovering here , it was safer to keep them here , i got your old mans knife cleaned and sharpened it for you " .

" you mean i did " maria rolled her eyes at her husband .

" i'm trying to be her favourite here" he laughed. " seriously how you feeling sunshine " he asked softly .

" like i got shot but yet luckiest girl ever" lay her head on joels shoulder.

" we found some pain relief we spilt it between you and maria when she does eventually pop " he smiled handing the small bottle to his brother .

" thank you , still not my favourite even if you give me drugs " she smirked as he shook his head laughing .

" well i ain't sticking my tongue in your throat to be your favourite miller now" .

" ellies my favourite miller excuse you " she shrugged making the girl eyes light up .

" i don't disagree with that choice one bit once i'm your second " joel smiled softly kissing her lips softly . finally having his sunshine back making his world bright again .

" hey guys" ellie called making them all look up to the beaming teenager . " can call me cupid from now on " she winked.

[awkwardchaosposts]

Dilf Chishiya

(Part 1)

Please note: this is not proofread and has a long introduction. All of this is fiction and does not reflect actual people or places

Trigger warning: mentions of absent mother and arranged marriage

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Shuntaro has always been picture perfect and ensured he was successful enough to deserve Chishiya as his last name. He had a stable job,he was well educated and mannered,he married young. He hadn't even met her before their engagement party.

They weren't rude to each other. Just ...disconnected and indifferent. His now ex wife felt caged in by their arranged marriage and expectations from their families. Thus she abruptly left him and their daughter when Etsuko was only four months old. He was angry at first but in some way he understood his ex wife's pain she must've felt

"You can't have tomato sauce for breakfast" He said firmly to which his daughter protested.

"Nuh uh"

"We are not having this discussion. You can either have cereal or pb and j. Take your pick"

"I want a tomato sauce sandwich!"

Despite his stern parenting style he had a soft spot. Besides it was already 7am and he had work soon. This wasn't a hill he was ready to die on "Fine but eat your fruit first"

~~~~~~

"What you looking at?" the sound of a fellow coworker made him look up from the pamphlets. His thirty minute lunch break was the only time he really got to look over these things.

"Schools"

"So soon? isn't she like 5?"

"She's six" He corrected Kevin and hummed in response when the rookie spoke about how "They grow up so fast" He knew that already. He doesn't need a reminder

"So..." Kevin awkwardly stood there and tried to revive this deadbeat conversation "Where were you thinking of sending her? I heard Ducky's Primary is such a sweet school"

He held back a scoff. Ducky's Primary? No,no. Chishiya wouldn't send his daughter to a mediocre school. She deserves the best education so she can succeed.

"I was thinking more of something like Sakura Primary"

He didn't like how Kevin laughed at his mention of the school. Chishiya despite being a single parent earned a stable income due to being a surgeon. So why the hell was this guy laughing?

"What's so funny?"

"Nah man I'm not laughing at you I just- Sakura Primary? I mean...that place is super hard to get into. I don't think they even allow single parents" it's unfortunate but a child with only one parent was still seen as a taboo where they lived.

The problem was he'd never even thought a that.

"You ok man?" Kevin leaned in "You look a little tense"

"I'm fine"

Well that was just a lie

~~~~~~

"You know you can always lie"

"And you don't think they'll get suspicious when my supposed 'wife' never shows up for the interview or school events?"

"Touché." Kuina acknowledged. Shuntaro had a big problem. She knew how badly he wanted Etsuko to get a good education "And you're absolutely sure that Akira wouldn't agree to attend?"

"She hasn't been here for almost over six years. I don't even know where she is right now"

"I don't know. Hire an actor" she jokingly suggested

"Yeah cause that's normal"

~~~~~~~~~

"Did you have fun today?" he asked while washing his daughter's hair for her. Her eyes were squeezed shut despite it being a no tears shampoo for small kids.

"Mhm! we made paper masway hats" the kindergardener talked about her day with such enthusiasm,he couldn't help but but smile in return

"Paper masway? You mean paper mache?"

"No it's paper masway!"

With a chuckle he shook his head but kept his opinions to himself "Alright,alright. Paper masway"

He rinsed out the shampoo twice just to be sure before helping her out of the tub "Time for bed"

"I want Green eggs and ham"

He was about to tell her no since he had work that he needed to get to but the man stopped himself. "Hmm fine but then it's lights out after that"

Chishiya's aware he can't be the perfect parent. No one can. They were only human. But he always swore to himself that he'd be better than his parents were. He'd make sure she'd never have to cry about missed recitals or feel ignored. He'd ensure she knows she's loved and cared for. Always

That night he stayed up late with paper work when " Hire an actor" Kuina's light-hearted words replayed in his head.

Maybe he was desperate or tired but the suggestion didn't sound as crazy right now.

He searched for over an hour when he finally found something 'Findyourfamily.tom'

The more he looked into this the more skeptical he was what kind of website it was. Would he really stoop so low as to hire him a wife for the day. How was he going to explain that to Etsuko?

~~~~~

Being an actor hired to be people's wife, sister,mother,etc wasn't exactly your dream job but it pays well and sometimes it's kind of fun. You always get creeps with this kind of job though.

With an exhausted sigh you plopped down in bed while scrolling through your emails. Business was drying up recently so seeing a message from a new customer was a nice surprise. It was from this guy going by the email ChishiyaShuntaroCo with the subject heading reading 'I need your help'

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[mooodyblue]

Okay, here's a request idea; Elvis gets stopped by some press members and fans outside Graceland while reader is with him. Reader was big (though feeling fuzzy), but some of the fans start yelling mean things at her because she's with him. The stress causes reader to slip into babyspace and have an accident, causing some of the others to start laughing, and Elvis has to swoop in and protect them? Thank you!

hope u enjoy!! ty for the request <3 accidentally deleted this whole thing and almost cried LOL thank god for undo!!!!

wc: 966

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elvis had returned from a meeting when he noticed the crowd of people in front of the gates. news had recently got out about his new relationship with you, which had been ongoing for a few months now. normally the gates would be bombarded with fans hoping to catch a glimpse of the king himself, but this time it was a mixture of both fans and the press.

but he was too nice. maybe too giving. he always stopped to speak with everyone no matter the time of day, if he wasn't able to come outside, he'd sign autographs and have one of his mafia friends pass them out and send them home.

he stopped in front of the gates as they opened, waving a hand to everyone before driving right in, the gates closing behind him quickly.

you gave elvis a warm smile as he wandered into his home, letting out a sigh. “goddamn, they just won't let up, will they?” he pulled you to his side, placing a kiss to your temple. “missed ya. you doin’ okay today?”

“mhm.” you nodded. “you should go talk to them. they won't go unless you do.”

he glanced out the window, hands on his hips. “you wanna come with?”

“um…” you had no issue dating elvis. in fact, you opened up to him about being little quite early on in the relationship. you'd accidentally slipped after something had triggered your brain, elvis didn't quite understand till you explained it the next day. your biggest concern was how fans would take him dating you, how they lost their chance at dating elvis presley. you'd be judged and hated by so many girls, it's the risks you have to take when dating elvis in the first place and you knew it.

he turned to you, cupping your cheeks. “you don't have to.” he said softly.

“no…” you sighed. “it's okay.”

he smiled at you, “my big girl.” you winced at the sudden name, the anxiety of it all already making your head cloudy and warm. he gestured at lamar that he'd be going to the gates with you by his side, needing his protection as usual.

with an arm around your shoulder, he walked you down to the gates. “evenin’” he smiled to everyone on the other side.

he went straight to signing autographs while you stood there close to him, lamar keeping a close eye of the two of you. elvis made conversation–talking about upcoming shows, the fans that saw him recently and about his music. the press barged their way in, asking about you. he ignored all questions from them. really, you were just there for moral support. but he also just liked to show you off.

“we don't want her here!” a fan yelled suddenly.

“well, that ain't very nice.” elvis muttered, signing someone’s record.

“should i leave?” you asked, panicked but keeping it under control.

“nah–they'll get over it.” he shrugged, going back to talking to one of the nicer fans in the front.

the commotion got worse, more fans started mumbling and whispering about you. the press wouldn't stop asking about you either. it was starting to get to you more and more each second, that cloudy feeling from before starting to go fuzzy. you gulped, tugging at elvis’s arm. it was happening again. “elvis, i-”

“hold on, baby.” he said quickly, signing more autographs.

your eyes moved across the crowd, nervously picking at your nails. then another fan started yelling at you for trying to pull elvis away, calling you spoiled amongst many other derogatory things. “n-not spoiled. ‘m sorry. i-”

“guys, that's enough. no more, i ain't signing anything else if y'all are gonna act like that.” he scoffed handing the pen back.

while standing behind elvis, you felt yourself begin to tremble, shaking slightly and pleading for elvis to take you back inside the house. it wasn't until laughter began to erupt from a few fans in the front, pointing at you and whispering to their friends.

elvis turned to you, his eyes full of worry as he glanced down, noticing a small trickle falling from under your dress. “okay–that's enough. get ‘em out of here.” he pointed at lamar and back at the crowd while he took his coat off, covering your bottom half and tying it around your waist as tears began to pool. “you're okay, honey. it's all alright. just a lil’ accident, that's all.” he rubbed your shoulder as he walked you back down to the house.

accidents weren't something you thought you or elvis would have to deal with, this was truly a first for you and you were mortified especially since you did it in front of a group of people. you wanted to apologize over and over again, but nothing was coming out of your mouth except babbles and constant stammering.

he didn't know what was going on, but he knew he needed to get you inside and changed quickly. elvis brought you to his bedroom, getting you clean clothes and some wipes. “gonna be just fine, sweetheart.”

you sniffled as he helped you change, wiping you clean and putting you in clean clothes. he sat you down on his lap, wiping your face with a tissue. “hey, you're safe now. it's just me.” he cooed, bouncing you gently on his knee. “baby, how old are you right now?” he asked. it was something he never asked, but with your behavior and lack of communication he was worried.

there was no response from you, having him even more concerned. he picked up one of your hands, “can you show me?” he asked again, only for you to stick your fingers in your mouth. he chuckled, “i guess not. that's okay. we’ll figure it out.”

[starlightshadowsworld]

No because Casey who's grown up with an abusive father figure hearing how Splinter talks to Leo.

About how it's his destiny, how he has to succeed and it doesnt matter who or what he has to sacrifice.

He would lose the rat fear so quickly and march up to him like what the hell man?!

I need Casey having beef with Splinter like who says that to that child?!

Strides up to him enraged.

Everyone is like... What is happening...

"What kind of father are you?! No wonder Leo's so upright when he's got you breathing down his neck. He's hurt, aren't you gonna ask how he is, or is your stupid mission more important than that."

"This matter does not concern you, Casey Jones." Says Splinter.

If anything this makes Casey angrier.

"If it involves my friend than it damn well does. I may not be a ninja, but I won't stand by and let you hurt him."

"I would never hurt my son."

Casey scoffs.

"Just cos your not beating him doesn't mean you ain't hurting him..." He catches Splinter looking at a scared Leo and growls.

"Hey! Don't look at him, look at me. Because I'll be the last thing you ever see if you keep that up."

"Are you threathing me, Casey Jones?"

"Nah a threat means it's all empty words. What im doing is promising you."

"Casey...what's going on?" Asks Leo, standing there with the rest so confused...and on edge.

Casey visibly softens, shoving his hands in his pockets and adopting a calmer more relaxed stance.

He doesn't wanna scare em.

"... Listen man, April says your good people, and I believe her. Red's good people, those kinda people are drawn to each other."

Casey looks at Splinter, unable to keep the snarl out of his voice "but so are us bad people. I go out and bust heads and you talk to your son like he's heading off to fight a war you'll know he'll lose."

"You know nothing of this."

"Your right, I don't. But that look you give him... Hell the look you give Raph when he's mad and you know he can't control it... Reminds me of my old man..."

Casey takes a deep breathe, admiring that to himself internally was hard enough. Saying it outloud was something else.

"And anyone who reminds me of him, is worse than the Shredder himself."

"Dont you dare.. Compare me to him!"

"Why, your both ninja, your using your own kids to fight a war you started between you. You could go stop this whole thing but you won't, instead you put decades of trauma onto your s-ugh!"

He could barely get his words out as he was picked up and slammed into the wall behind him.

"Sensei!"

"Sensei! Father, put him down! Please!"

Splinter looked at Casey with a look Casey couldn't place before dropping him and leaving to his chambers.

Instantly the others jump out of hiding and rush to his side.

"Casey are you okay?! Why would you... Why would you do that?" Said Leo.

"Had to bs said, and I meant that man. Every word." Says Casey with a small smile.

"Thanks.. But you didn't say you were okay?" Says Leo, going into big brother mode.

"Oh this? Nah I'm good, luckily he didn't get my old man's strength." He doesn't see the way they all frown at that.

How Mikey is curled into his side and holding him as much as clinging to him.

How Raph was standing at his side, looking at him like if he looked away he'd vanish.

"... I see well I'm still looking over you anyway. Can't have any more hits to that head of yours." Says Donnie, trying to lighten the mood but still so concerned.

"Heh, sure thing Doc" Casey allows it, for once. If only to calm Donnie's nerves.

"... Casey..."

"Yeah Leo?"

It's unnerving to see Leo look so small... Look his age.

God they were all just kids weren't they?

"I... Your good people too."

Casey didn't know what to say to that. He'd never thought of himself as good, crazy, werid, likely to become the next Arnold Jones...

He almost retorted... But something bout the way Leo looked at him made Casey want to believe him.

"If you say so."

"I do"

Damnit April was right... These weridos were growing on him.

[eddsworld-enchanted-era]

~Somewhere to stay.~

(base by the ever-incredible EddsWorld-Base on Deviantart, can be found here!)

(tw for alcoholism mention, and general angst.)

"So, yeah..." Tom says awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck, "I was uh... wondering if we could stay here for a few nights."

"Well, I don't see why you couldn't," Sharpay begins with a smile, "We have a spare room, and-"

"He absolutely canNOT." Tim interrupts, glaring at the only other eyeless man in all of Europe, "Not after everything."

"C-Come on, Tim... I thought we put all that behind us!" Tom stutters as he attempts to reason with his brother, "It's... it's been years, th-this is really important, a-and I, well... I..."

"...I missed you..." he murmurs, barely audible as he glances away.

"Oh, you missed me?" Tim sneers, "Of all the people in the world, my lowlife drunk of a brother, who threw his entire career away in one night, who never wanted to see me again, that's the guy who misses me? Give me a damn break."

"I... you... it..." Tom fumbles for words, silent for a moment before he finds his voice, "It wasn't that I never wanted to - it's that you left me in the fucking dirt when I needed your help the fucking most, Timothy." he growls out the name of his more successful twin, "We were supposed to make it together. You weren't supposed to just walk away because I picked up a little drinking habit that you couldn't handle because it ruined our perfect, squeakly-fucking-clean image!" Tom raises his voice as he speaks, shouting the final few words.

"It wasn't a little habit - you damned near took me down with you!" Tim gestures with air quotes around 'little habit', voice taking on a mocking tone for a moment, "What was I supposed to do? Sacrifice myself for some loser who couldn't make it half a show without passing out? There was a reason I split off to do my own solo act!"

"It would have only been a little habit had you the mind to stop me!"

"Well maybe I didn't want to stop you!"

"What, would you be better off if I drank myself to death?!"

"Maybe I would be, you worthless alcoholic bastard!"

"Fine! Then maybe I will! This stupid world doesn't need saving anyway!" Tom shouts as he begins to storm away.

He is stopped as someone grabs his hoodie.

"Wh-" he can't finish the sentence as he's yanked into the house.

"You can stay." Sharpay says with a warm, friendly smile, pulling Tom close to himself, letting go of his hood to gently drape an arm over the man's shoulders, before he turns to Tim, only saying one word to the guitarist.

"Out."

"You can't tell me to leave, I live here!"

"And I'm the one paying the rent." Sharpay sighs, "So you can simply get over yourself and act like an adult, or you can leave."

"Psh, whatever." Tim scoffs, walking away, "Not like I want to be here anyhow."

Edd just kind of stands there, having been naught but a helpless spectator, before finally speaking up with a cough "...Should I... uh..." he pauses, at a loss for words, "You know..."

"No, no, it's okay! You can stay here too!" Sharpay gestures for Edd to come closer, smiling as though nothing had occurred, "I know you've been so eager to see Ded again, after all!"

"No offence, but how did you know? Did he tell you or something?"

"No, I've been spying on you." Sharpay deadpans, before snickering a little, "Of course he told me! He hasn't piped down about it since you called!"

"I mean... I can't blame him. It has been five years, after all." Edd shrugs a bit, stepping inside and shutting the front door behind him, "You got any coke in here?" he asks as he looks around.

"Nah, but we do have that... Mr. Salt? Or whatever it's called." Sharpay states idly, "But I could go out and-"

"It's alright, I can deal with Dr. Pepper." Edd smiles, while it hadn't been his favourite soda, he'd take most anything as substitute - just as long as it wasn't Pepsi.

He walks off to the kitchen, leaving Pay and Tom alone.

"And as for you..." he begins, a sly smile slowly spreading across his face "I'm not done with you just yet."

"Wh... what does that mean?" Tom asks cautiously.

"Whatever you want it to mean, dear." Pay grins, "I am the host, after all - and it's my job to make a guest feel welcome in my holes- my home."

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[ma-gic-gay]

"What the fuck?" Michael asks, voice at a dangerous level. He startles them and they pull apart. "You two promised me you're not in a relationship, so what do you call this?"

They've been caught.

Shit.

"Kissing," Carly answers quickly, half lying and half telling the truth. "We're not dating."

"Then please explain to me what this is, Mom," he asks. "You too, Jason."

"Explain what?" Joss asks, walking into the room.

"They kissed."

"Avery owes me 5 bucks now," the blonde smiles. "I can buy a coffee with that money."

"Great, a free coffee. Are you at all having an emotional reaction to Mom and Jason kissing?" Michael asks his sister, who's ignoring him.

"Not my business who Mom and Jason kiss," she responds calmly.

When did she get so grown up? She had her "child of the corn" years a few years ago, but now she's an adult and not freaking out over this? His goddaughter's all grown up. One hell of a way to make you feel old.

"I can't believe you're so calm about this, Joss! They lied to us!"

"Did they? They said they weren't dating. First off, that's a present tense which could've changed, and they didn't say anything about kissing in hospitals," she says, confused.

"Here's that first aid kit for Jason, Carly," Elizabeth says, entering the tense room and handing it to the traumatized woman in the hospital bed. "Do you two need something?"

"My mother to figure out what the hell she feels for Jason Morgan," Michael answers bitterly.

"I'm not going to ask."

"They kissed! And they did it yesterday!" Michael exclaims, emotions getting the best of him before he can remember his tact.

Everyone's shocked he screamed that, Elizabeth especially. "Well. Um, I'm gonna head out. You guys enjoy... Whatever this is."

That's one way for it to come out.

"It's out in the open now," Carly chuckles, opening up the first aid kit and pulling out the bandages, hydrogen peroxide, and Neosporin.

"Mom, what are you doing with his hand?"

"He punched a wall so I'm cleaning up the cuts."

"Why'd you do that?"

"People were gossipping about your mother and what happened to her tonight. It pissed me off and I ended up punching a wall."

"By the looks of it you broke the wall."

"Nah, just a few scratches," Jason tells him before the stinging sensation of the hydrogen peroxide is on his hand. Not exactly a pleasant one.

"Well, are you okay?"

"Besides the fact your mother is stinging me with this stuff, I'm fine."

"Good. What happened to you tonight, Mom?" Michael asks gingerly.

Suddenly, the tension in the air amplifies by 50 if that's even possible. There's a good minute and a half where it's just an awkward silence before Carly answers him, filling the time with applying bandaids to his wounds, "Cyrus took me from the Metro Court. Well, one of his goons. But the goon took me to the Floating Rib, that little room above the bar. Somehow he knew the importance of that place to me and I was kidnapped. He raped me. I also got pretty beat up when I was resisting. Just when I was sure I'd never leave that room, Jason came in and saved me. Cyrus is in police custody right now and there's no way in hell he's getting off."

"He always saves all of us," Joss smiles at him. "Thanks."

"Anytime. I'll always save you guys, you know that," Jason returns her smile and sees one appear on Michael's face as well, though he's half ready to kill someone. It always happens when someone brings up rape, Michael gets distant and mad. Probably because of his own experience with it.

It's a good thing Cyrus is in police custody because if he wasn't, Jason has a feeling that he'd end up helping them cover up a murder.

"Mom, I'm so sorry you had to go through it. Cyrus is a sick bastard. You know that I'll be able to pull some strings and all of the Quartermaine's will testify in your behalf if you need to go to trial," Michael offers.

"Thanks, but I'm hoping he'll plead guilty and I won't have to sit through a trial."

"Well, if you do, you've got the best lawyer in the state on your side and all of us," Joss says, "besides, there's a bunch of evidence he did it. And everyone knows Jason's practically incapable of lying, so he'll be a great witness!"

"You, on the other hand, are a good liar, Joss," Michael counters.

"The law doesn't know that, Michael."

"I better never get a call I have to bail you out of jail."

"I'll call Cam or Trina. You'll be last on the list of people I'd call to bail me out, trust me," she playfully reassures her brother.

"Is that an insult or a compliment?"

"You pick."

"I'm sorry, but Mrs. Corinthos cannot have visitors anymore," Epiphany tells them, interrupting the group gathering.

Sadly, her kids say goodbye to her, promising to visit in the morning. Jason, however, doesn't leave his chair. "Mr. Morgan, did you hear me? No more visitors. Visiting hours are over."

"I'm family."

"So are her children. They don't get to stay the night, neither do you."

"I need him to stay. When I sleep, I keep having nightmares- screaming, terrifying nightmares, and he's the only one who can get me back to sleep. Come on, Epiphany, you know we always spend the night in each other's hospital rooms," Carly attempts to bargain with the nurse.

"And if this were normal circumstances, I would allow it."

"What about this isn't normal circumstances?" Jason asks.

"Well, first off, Michael told Elizabeth about your... Activity. And second, this is a police investigation too. Hospital policy says that he can't stay the night."

"Oh my god," Carly scoffs, "because my son discussed something with us that Lizzie overheard and then spread to the whole town by now, he can't spend the night? Epiphany, I've given myself panic attacks with these nightmares already and he's been here! He's the only person who can calm me down and I know how important rest is for recovery. Besides, it's not like we have no self control. I would never have sex in a hospital."

Epiphany cocks an eyebrow at Jason, who innocently raises his hands. "You know me better than that."

Carly starts laughing at him being stared down by Epiphany, who he simply stated blankly at back. It's a contest of who's going to back down first, and they all know he'll win. His stubbornness is one personality trait that always comes out in hospitals.

"Fine. But I swear, if you two go at it, there will be hell to pay," Epiphany threatens before leaving, letting Jason stay in there. A win. "And she cannot stay up all night making out with you, she needs her rest. So do you, you look like hell."

"Yes ma'am," they answer and she shakes her head before closing the door.

"I feel like I'm in high school again," Carly jokes.

"No clue what that's like."

"Hell, if you're me. You, though, I bet you were that one kid all the teachers loved and the students too. A golden boy. I'm convinced you would've hated me in high school."

"Well, I wouldn't have remembered it anyways," he reminds her.

"Nah, I'm unforgettable," she says, a smirk playing on her lips. "Even with an amnesia causing coma."

"That's not how it-" he gets cut off by her kissing him again.

This is becoming more and more normal and that scares him. He's comfortable in his reality and, as usual, she's ready to bring Hurricane Carly into his life and break his equilibrium.

Well, that and the thought she could make another of those lists. The list scares him more than breaking this state of equilibrium.

"We promised Epiphany we wouldn't do this," he reminds her when they break apart.

"No, we promised her I'd rest and that we wouldn't stay up all night kissing or have sex," Carly corrects.

"Yes, you need your rest, Carly. Please, try to sleep," he urges.

"I'm offended!"

"Carly-"

"You have a guy telling you you're wrong and shut him up and now you've got to sleep. God how times have changed."

"No, it's not that. You, however, need your sleep. Besides, if you have a nightmare, I promise you can kiss me again," he finds himself saying.

Well. That part was unexpected. He really needs a reevaluation of feelings for her.

"Well, if his Royal Highness-"

"I'll kiss you if you have a nightmare, alright?" Jason revises his statement and she smiles.

"Deal."

"Good, you need to rest."

"So do you."

"Just worry about yourself, I'm fine."

"Mhm," she haphazardly agrees, allowing herself to fall back into a slumber while he shifts in the chair he's mastered the ability of sleeping in over the years.

To be continued later in life when it's not 1:30 am est

go to sleep :)

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The Outsider (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

Chapter 4

Summary:

It's your first night on the streets of LA. You have just arrived and you have nowhere to sleep. You meet Nikki at a bar and he offers to let you stay with him. You are the outsider.

Warnings:

Language, fluff, abuse, considering smut

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It took you guys about two hours, but you finally found where Tommy's friend is playing. You walk in behind Nikki, keeping a strong grip on his hand. You really don't want to lose Nikki. You know how easily he can disappear in a crowd like this. You walk over to bar with Nikki and Tommy behind you. Mick went home. He said his back was hurting him too bad. You settle down on the stool. You look at the stage, trying to figure out who Tommy's friend is.

The lead singer actually isn't that bad. He's really attractive to. He's got blonde hair and moves that are driving the ladies wild. You nearly scoff to yourself. He's obviously a man whore.

Nikki's standing beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. You lean your head against Nikki's side.

If you're honest, you just wanna head back to the apartment. You're already exhausted as it is. That phone call from Jared really got you worked up.

The band ends and Tommy runs up to the stage as fast as his gazelle legs can carry him. You giggle at how he runs.

Nikki kisses the top of your head. "I really think this is going to work."

"You think?" You ask, looking up into his green eyes.

He nods. "We have a kick ass guitar player and a fucking epic drummer. As long as we can find a good lead singer, we'll be set."

You smile, not sure what to say. You're so proud of him, words can't express it.

Tommy comes back to the bar with the blonde lead singer in tow. His eyes run over your body with a smirk on his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning further into Nikki.

"Guys, this is Vince," Tommy introduces, looking proud of himself. "I think he'd be great as the singer."

"Your voice ain't half bad, man," Nikki says, shaking Vince's hand. "I'm Nikki."

Vince nods, not taking his eyes off of you. "Who's this?"

Nikki's eyes narrow. You pray to whatever holy being that's above that Nikki won't attack Vince for just looking at you. His arm tightens around your body.

"I'm (Y/N)," You say, reaching out to shake Vince's hand.

Vince just smirks at you as Nikki glares at him. Does he not notice the death look Nikki has on his face?

"My girlfriend," Nikki nearly growls.

You nudge his side, trying to signal him to calm down. Nikki's eyes meet yours. You try to tell him to calm the hell down, but you have no clue if that's what he got from that look.

Tommy hands Vince a cassette tape, oblivious to Nikki's anger. "Here's our tape man," Tommy says. "Listen to it and call us."

Vince nods, his eyes still not leaving you. Vince sticks the tape in his pocket, finally looking at Tommy.

"You guys gonna hang around for a while?" Vince asks.

Nikki shrugs. "I don't see why not. It's not like we have much else to do."

You laugh, knowing it's true. The most you and Nikki will do is sit around the living room. He'll be working on some new songs whilst you're reading some book you found in the bookstore next to your work. That sure does tempting.

Vince leads the three of you over to a table. You all settle down. Somehow you end up between Nikki and Vince which only makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. It's one of those circular booths instead of the normal ones. Nikki has his hand securely on your thigh, rubbing comforting circles onto the clothes skin.

You lean into Nikki, not really wanting to speak. Vince and Tommy are engulfed in a conversation about their latest "scores". Meaning the girls they've slept with. You don't really mind their talk. You've heard a lot worse from Nikki before you guys started dating.

"What can I get you boys?" A waitress asks. You vaugely recognize the voice.

You roll your eyes. Anytime you're out with Nikki and Tommy, or just Nikki, if it's a woman waitress she usually just ignores you. But really, could you blame them? Nikki and Tommy are really attractive men. With Vince thrown into the mix you're sure that you'll never even get to place your order.

Nikki orders his usual, Jack Daniels, and Vince and Tommy decide to do shots. You roll your eyes at them, knowing that they'll have major hangovers tomorrow.

The waitress doesn't leave right away. You can hear her speaking to Tommy. Well, more flirting with him.

Nikki nudges your side. You look up at him with a small smile. He leans down and gives you a quick kiss. You're not going to lie, you wanted it to last longer.

"You alright, love?" Nikki asks.

You nod, forcing yourself to smile wider. "Yep. Just a bit tired is all."

Nikki opens his mouth, but the waitress speaks up.

"(Y/N)?!" She exclaims.

You look over and see someone you didn't expect to be here. Her blonde hair and revealing wardrobe hasn't changed in five years.

"Vicky?" You almost laugh. "Please tell me I'm high or some shit."

Nikki laughs. "Nah, you smoked all our weed last night."

You narrow your eyes at him. "I only had maybe a quarter of a joint. You and Tommy smoked like one each."

Tommy laughs. "I only got three quarters of one since you were smoking on mine."

You laugh, kicking Tommy lightly under the table. "You really didn't need to be smoking that much since you were setting the goddamn cockroaches on fire."

Tommy snorts, leaning forward. "I do that shit when I'm sober."

"I'm not even surprised, T-Bone," You say, letting Nikki wrap his arm around your shoulders.

"Did you guys just forget I'm here or something?" Vicky asks.

Good to know she's as bitchy as ever.

"Yeah," You respond.

Nikki laughs. "Look who has an attitude."

You shove him, smiling. "You have no room to talk, Sixx. Before I came around you had a reputation of kicking people's asses for just looking at you."

Nikki nods. "That is the truth."

Tommy shakes his head. "I'm not surprised. The way you went off on London's lead singer kinda pegged you for a hot head."

"This is just ridiculous, now," Vicky says.

You sigh. "You still with Jared?"

"You still jealous?" She retorts.

"I never was and never have been jealous of you and Jared's relationship. Especially now," You respond, wrapping your arm the best you can around Nikki's waist.

She scoffs. "You're really dating this guy?"

You hum in response. You watch as Jared and your sister walk through the door of the bar.

Vince taps me on the leg. I turn my head towards him. I already know what he's going to ask.

"I'm alright," You say, not letting him ask.

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Don't attack me for making sure you're okay."

"We just met, Blondie."

"And that means I can't be worried about you?"

You nod. "Yep."

"You're a strange person," Vince laughs.

You turn back to Vicky who now has Jared and your sister next to her. Jared looks the same. Black hair and a preppy style. Nothing has changed.

"Vicky could you please just go get us the goddamn drinks?" You practically beg. You want her as far away from this table as she can get.

Jared opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

"Can you both just leave me the hell alone?"

Jared looks taken aback by your harshness. He doesn't say a word. He just takes your sister's arm and walks away.

"We're never coming back to this bar," You say, leaning back.

"Why babe?" Nikki asks.

"Too many people from my past that I'd rather forget," You answer. "From now on we're sticking to the Starwood, The Whiskey, and The Rainbow."

"I would say, 'I'll drink to that', but your friend still isn't back with our drinks," Tommy laughs.

You bite your lip, trying to think of any way to get out of here. "Why don't we just go home? We have plenty of booze and we won't have to worry about how we're going to get home."

Nikki looks at the other two, trying to see what they want to do.

"Sounds good. I miss that apartment," Tommy says.

"Tom we were there not even four hours ago," Nikki laughs.

"I still miss it."

"Sounds good," Vince says.

"Hold on," You say. "The apartment is a sacred place that the band members and I hang out. You can't go there if you aren't apart of the band."

"What?" Vince asks, laughing in disbelief.

"You need to choose if you're gonna be in the band or not right now," You respond.

Vince takes a minute, then nods his head. "Alright, I'm in."

You all climb out of the booth and leave the godforsaken bar. Nikki walks beside you with his hand tightly gripping onto yours. Vince and Tommy are talking animatedly about something. You aren't listening to them. Your mind is staying at how you saw three people you ended up hating. They treated you wrong, and you see that now. They belittled you. They made you feel like nothing. You thought that's how friends treated each other, but after you met Nikki your view on that changed. He was, and still is, the sweetest and kindest man you ever met.

"Looks like you got us a lead singer," Nikki laughs, giving your hand a small squeeze.

"I guess I did," You respond, looking up at him. God, he's so perfect. You know that you're in love with him with every ounce of love you can manage.

"Who were those people?"

You drop your gaze back down to the sidewalk. "People that I hoped to never see again. Let's not get into it, alright?"

"Alright." He stops, pulling you into his body. He leans down and kisses you as deeply as he can manage. You smile as he pulls away. "I love you."

"I love you too," You respond.

You mean those words. And hearing him say them is about the only thing that's keeping you from breaking down right now.

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[hwitzr]

there is a scoff that reverbs through his throat, tugging at the now sore skin as weariness catches on sharp edges. his skin feels worn to rags and tatters under the harsh cloth, the now reddened patches a headache as he scratches them. it makes him feel sick. but then, a lot of things do nowadays. if not a nausea that builds from his spine to his tongue, it's something more heedy. more substantial, like ghosts that cross his vision in a mirage from the darkness his horrible husk holds. katsuki wonders when he'll get used to it, though it seems like a faraway thing, a misty spectacle he can only watch through the glass. it's not him that does these things, that feels that recurring fear. just a boy he doesn't know. [ perhaps it's that, that causes him to stay in this job. it's easy to forget the thicker gaps the darkness fills when katsuki can barely recall them. it's easier, still, to forget the real reason he stays. ]

when he comes to, the shard is gone and the towel falls limp in his hand before an urge to fold it tenses at his bruising joints. under golden gaze, a smile that hisses an undue levity, katsuki frowns. it's unsurprising news considering everything [...] but there's a weight behind her words that leaves ants crawling under his skin. his shoulders feel heavy despite the preening that flickers under the praise.

❛ sure, i'll kick their asses if they die. but, yeah... i've heard some other higher ups mention it 'cause of all the recent shit goin' on. no one'll tell me anything though, annoyin' as hell. i'm guessin' you won't too? ❜ heard is a kinder way of phrasing the yelling he'd recieved, all spittle and misplaced anger that had shrieked through static. it's not his fault he can't be everywhere at once but to them, it's just another mistake to add to his papers. even at his best there's nothing to be proud of. the thought makes him sigh, aggravated as the blood from his finger tips dry in delicate patterns. [ katsuki is sure they want him dead. people with power are always scared of those they can't control. ]

at ms. makima's questionning, he merely shrugs as he sits and leans against the back of the chair before her desk. ❛ nah, don't need shit. just give me somethin' else to do before i die of boredom. there's gotta be a mission worth my time up for grabs, even if i have to do it alone. ❜

A SPECIAL CASE of a rookie . Despite , as he'd said , being the trainee here , Bakugo's mile above his squads . This'd be the third one within a mere month . Quite irritable in many ways , yet fascinating . Someone with such an explosive behavior is a handful , even for Makima . Much more conditioning is to come , to shape the boy into the perfect guardian for the world's eventual PERFECT reality . He will be no longer destructive , but to keep the peace in place , to ensure the human's safety - to condemn those that seek to disrupt her goals .

Katsuki , Bakugo ; he's going to be the Control Devil's favored puppet .

Golden spirals then fixate on this bullet shell ; held betwixt index & thumb . It's looked over , bits of flesh & dry blood stay attached ; Makima's quick to clean it up , stash it in a spot where none shall find it . Or for that matter , steal it in order to cause further chaos . A smile crosses porcelain , bringing mixes of yellow - orange to be kept direct on opposing crimson . Reading this boy , watching every movement he's making . Some things about him've been noticed ; albeit kept quiet for now . Until his little gestures & ticks are needed to give him a little .... PUSH .

❝ ... & I'll see to it you get a better suited squadron to accompany your missions . I may just have to appoint YOU as the leader next time , ensure everyone's kept alive . The sign - ups for joining Public Safety are stretched thin , Bakugo . ❞ It isn't his fault , of course not . However , showing clear superior strength & abilities , the pressures going to be applied ten fold . The general population of Tokyo is scared , which only makes these demons STRONGER . This is going to put even more of a weight on Conquest , a wrench in her plans if she'd unable to whip her dogs into shape .

❝ This weekend , I'll recruit better suited candidates this time . But , for now ? Let's take a break ... you've done your job . It's time my dog gets rewards , no ? What would you like ? It can be anything you want . Food , a pet . A toy . Even a new television , perhaps a two - day vacation ... your pick . ♥ ❞